I know these chapters are often painfully short; I just tend to get excited and post to see your reviews about it.

THIS WILL STOP TODAY

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"Morning, James." Remus said cheerfully, walking into the kitchen having showered and dressed in simple muggle cloths; a pair of faded, fitted jeans along with a brown jumper and his old worn sneakers.

Sirius looked up from his new muggle magazine about motorcycles that had come in the post and frowned – surely Remus had seen him, he was sitting right next to James.

James smirked, "morning Remus, have a good sleep?" He asked, receiving a shrug in response as Remus took up the task of making a cup of tea for himself.

Sirius cleared his throat, "morning, Moony." He said, watching the werewolf curiously.

Remus didn't react, chucking the used teabag in the bin and adding milk to his tea before sitting down across from the boys. "I see Peter's still out cold." He chuckled.

James snorted, "He is, poor sod. I don't blame him though; I'd want to sleep right through that hangover too."

Sirius scowled, it was clear Remus was ignoring him, and there was no way he would let that pass. "Remus, you know I'm really sorry about last night." He attempted.

James' eyes shifted from Sirius who was still frowning slightly and staring at Remus expectantly, to Remus who looked oblivious and was casually blowing on his tea. He scratched the back of his head awkwardly and pushed his chair back, the scraping of wood on the tiles breaking the heavy silence and stood up. "How about breakfast then, eh? Eggs?" He suggested.

"Sounds great." Remus replied cheerfully as Sirius let out a frustrated noise.

"Remus, I know you're upset, but do you have to ignore me?" Sirius all but whined, staring at his friend.

Naturally, Remus just went on sipping his tea.

"My head…" Came the groan and James sniggered, looking up at the boy who shuffled into the kitchen with them. "Morning Wormy!" He exclaimed cheerfully, earning himself such a glare Remus was faintly surprised James didn't just drop down dead. Chuckling, he patted the chair next to him, "come sit down Peter, James is making breakfast which should make you feel better." He suggested.

Peter nodded and let out a long suffering sigh as he sat down next to Remus. "I am never drinking again." He vowed miserably.

"We'll see how you feel tonight," Sirius grinned, still watching Remus.

Remus was just about to scold Sirius, but quickly caught himself and patted Peter comfortingly on the back instead.

Sirius cursed inwardly.

He had been so close.


"Mate, Sirius will blow his lid if you keep ignoring him." James muttered, sitting down on the patio step next to the sandy haired lad who had his nose stuck in a book as always.

"Oh I know." Remus replied with a grin, glancing at James before back down at his book.

James snorted, "So you are getting a little secret pleasure out of it." He grinned, "bastard."

Remus laughed and nudged James lightly, marking his place with a bookmark before setting it down next to him, turning his full attention on James. "I want to make him feel as lousy as possible." He said honestly.

James nodded in understanding, looking out over the grounds. "Has he apologised?"

"Not if you count that pathetic excuse for one this morning." Remus rolled his eyes.

"Well, this is Sirius. If he does actually say sorry, he probably means it." James said, looking sideways at Remus.

Remus hummed in acknowledgement and let a comfortable silence settle over them for a little while before he asked, "Why do you think he kissed me?"

James leant back on his hands and shrugged, "to out you?"

"Well yes, but… It's unusual way to go about it, don't you think?"

James frowned, "it is." He agreed, thinking it over. "Was it just a peck?"

"No… There was, uh… Tongue." Remus answered, blushing faintly.

James stared, "he snogged you?" He asked incredulously and Remus nodded.

A wicked smile spread over James' face, "I think I have an idea."


It's still short, I know! Next Chapter should be better, I'm sorry!