The Marauders, that being James and Sirius, had gone out drinking and had, of course, gotten drunk. Sirius was grinning and laughing at everything which happened when he got drunk (he also got quite a bit needier if you get the drift). James, on the other hand, was almost sounding completely serious as he talked about his beloved, but not yet his, Lily.

"I mean it, Pads! Sh-she has the prettiest green eyes! Hey, stop laughing. This is not funny. I'm being serious!"

"But I'm Sirius!"

"Oh, shut it. But she does have the prettiest green eyes! They look like grass!"

"They look like ass?"

"Shut it!"

The two teenagers collapsed into a fit of laughter as they said the password to get into the Gryffindor common room. "You should know what ass looks like," James fired back, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. "Or have you and Remus not gotten that far yet?"

"Oh that's none of your business, Potter." Sirius's demeanor flipped completely; the young Gryffindor shoved the other's chest so he stumbled backwards. He angrily stalked off towards the stairs that would lead to the dorm. He stumbled up them, making a lot of noise as he did so.

As he entered he was back to that regular mood and giggling. What sobered him up very slightly was the look of Remus standing with crossed arms and a serious look on his face. His foot was tapping up and down. God he looked pissed.

"Where have you been?"

Sirius started giggling again, "Out."

The face turned even more serious which caused him to giggle more. "Where is out?"

"Out," he repeated. He bit down on his lips so he wouldn't smile anymore.

"Get your drunken ass to bed." Remus turned away and sunk back into his bed where his wand was laying next to a book. Sirius walked over to him, trying to find a way to make it up to him. Then it popped into his mind.

Sirius knew it would get the young werewolf to laugh and maybe, if he was lucky, get himself laid. But that was just a wish that he would have to pray for. Tripping only once he walked to the bed. He knelt onto his knees.

"What do you want, Sirius?" Remus looked to him, eyes not looking amused by the sight of Sirius looking at him.

Clearing his throat Sirius started singing, substituting words where it was needed.

"Remus, my werewolf. These are words that go together well. My Remus."

The other boy started shaking his head but he was softening up with Sirius's attempt to get him to let him off the hook.

"Remus, my werewolf. I don't know what the fuck they're saying in French so this is what you get."

"Knock it off, Sirius. You sound stupid." Remus was grinning nonetheless at Sirius, shaking his head slightly. Murmuring the spell the light from the tip of his wand went off and cast them into darkness.

Sirius heard the young man rolling over to lie on his side.

All was forgiven.

A/N

Michelle by The Beatles was the inspiration.

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