A/N: This one wasn't so quick up and it's pretty short. Kind of a filler. But the next one will be up soon.

Chapter 7

"I'm going out. See you later?"

Sirius just shrugged. There was no need to ask where Harry was going, the fact he was standing in the doorway shifting nervously between his feet said it all. That morning had been the most awkward since they'd got together. Harry had pretended to be asleep when Sirius got up, even though he'd been awake all night, and neither of them had said a word since then.

Harry waited for a couple of seconds for Sirius to say something before turning round and walking out of the door. Sirius knew he was waited for him to try and get him to change his mind or to tell him he'd changed his mind and he was ok with the whole idea but he said nothing. He might see Harry later, he would see him eventually, and no doubt he would tell him all about his interview then. Apologise and say it was for the best and he would be expected to move on with his life.

He knew he'd get over it eventually but for today he was planning on getting drunk and annoying Remus for a while and possibly playing cruel and creative pranks on Snape. That always made him feel better.

He was just finishing his second glass of firewhisky and thinking about leaving to go find Remus when he was saved trouble by the very same man walking in through the front door.

"Bit early to be drinking isn't it?"

Sirius raised his glass and smiled half-heartedly.

"Never too early to be drinking Moony."

Remus didn't look like he agreed but he decided to take Sirius' fragile emotional state into account and not comment.

"Doing anything today?"

"Well I was going to visit you but obviously that would be pointless now."

Remus sunk into a chair next to him.

"He's actually going through with it then?"

"Yup."

Remus would have been lying if he said he wasn't surprised. Sirius was normally the irrational one. 99 times out of a hundred, if something went wrong, he would have guessed that it would be Sirius' fault, not Harry's. He decided the best way to make Sirius feel better was to just not talk about it so the two proceeded to talk about everything else they could think of and drink the house's entire supply of firewhiskey.

It had been a long time since Sirius had got properly drunk- he hadn't felt the need to recently- but with every sip of firewhiskey he felt his troubles melting away a little more and soon he couldn't even remember what he'd been upset about it the first place. A tiny part of him, right at the back of his brain, told him that it would come back again but every mouthful made that part a bit smaller and eventually he was completely content with giggling manically as Remus tried and failed to tell him a story about Snape and a muggle blender.

Sirius had no idea what time it was when Remus left and he crawled into bed, still giggling and feeling slightly sick. Harry wasn't back so he sprawled himself out over the whole bed happily and passed out.