I'm so bad at updating, sorry! I like to think of this chapter as filler. Something to do while I was procrastinating studying for an Irish exam. Hmmmm. The next chapter will be up soon...ish. I promise! Review, please!

"That girl is growing on me."

"I think you'll find she's been growing sufficiently without being on you for the last seventeen years," commented Remus, drily as he sat down on the edge of his bed.

"Don't get smart with me, Bucko."

"Bucko?!"

"Well, that is your name. And a rose by any other name wouldn't smell as sweet."

"You're destroying Shakespeare."

"I know," boasted Sirius, "it's a talent."

"Destroying Shakespeare destroys me."

"Oh no!" Sirius mocked, "the end of the world is nigh! How will we ever survive?"

"You won't, I expect. You'll die, writhing in pain on the floor with the knowledge that you brought the end to humanity." retorted Remus, sourly.

"You seem might chipper this evening, Moons my old chum, mighty chipper indeed."

"Actually, moons in two days."

"Ahhhhh! It's nearing the your time of the month, you should've said you were expecting your fluffy friend.

...silent treatment then...

...awkward...

...okay, I'll be nice, I promise. Just stop making feel uncomfortable, you fiend!"

"Fine. What did Lily say?"

"That she wouldn't tell obviously."

"...right. And that's it?"

"Mostly. Oh yeah, and I tricked her into agreeing to that little bet we talked about. Good work, huh?"

"Very good work," acknowledged Remus with an uneasy smile, "hey Sirius?"

"What's up, Pudding?" said Sirius as he sat down beside Remus and entwined their hands together.

"Well, first off no calling me pudding, ever," said Remus, as he traced his lithe pale fingers over the tanned skin of the other boy's hand, "Ever, ever. Not even under the most dire of circumstances. Not even if I'm poised on the brink of death and begging you."

"...poised on the brink of death?" smirked Sirius.

"Secondly," continued Remus, ignoring Sirius, "I think I'm just going to go to bed for awhile, see if maybe I can sleep off feeling like rubbish."

"Okay," said Sirius, with genuine and intense concern, "anything I can do for you? Company?"

"Not this time, just let me rest," murmured Remus and he loosened himself from Sirius's grasp and crawled up to his pillows, "and Sirius?"

"Yeah?"

"Sorry I'm cranky."

"That's okay, 'cause you're my cranky."

"That doesn't make any sense," Remus sighed.

"It makes all the sense it needs to," said Sirius as he stood up, walked up to give Remus a soft kiss on the forehead, "sweet dreams, Remus," he said as he began to leave the dormitory. Sirius, however, got no reply unless the deep breathing of an unconscious to the world teenage lycanthrope counts as a reply. Sirius stood still beside the door and quietly watched the sleeping boy, appreciating the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest and even the occasional, unattractive snort Remus tended to indulge, unintentionally, in while sleeping. He then left the dormitory and silently made his way down to Peter and James.

Upon re-entering the common room, Sirius made for his normal seat near the fire and close to his friends.

"Hello lovers!" he said brightly as he collapsed onto a chair. The other two nodded their heads in greeting and soon all three were engrossed in a game of exploding snap. Peter just watched, naturally. With six games played and five victories to Sirius, they began to grow restless and James began probing Sirius about his conversation with Lily. Peter again just watched, naturally.

"So, what've you been talking to my future wife about?" smiled James, trying to appear nonchalant.

"Oh, this and that really," replied Sirius, "we were thinking up names for her and Moony's were-kids, that sort of thing."

"Very funny," said James.

"Actually, it's quite a serious matter, if you'll pardon the pun, after all, it's not every day Lily asks me to be a godfather."

"Nobody with half a brain would even consider you as a godfather!"

"Stranger things have happened," mused Sirius, "though, I must admit I was rather taken aback. It's quite an honour."

"C'mon, Padfoot! Quit mucking about, just tell me what you were talking about."

"No," Sirius smiled.

"Tell me, you prat!" said James, his temper rising.

"I don't really feel like it," yawned Sirius, as he stretched his arms.

"You are such an arse sometimes, just tell me!!"

"If you're that bothered, why don't you just ask Lily?" taunted Sirius.

"Because I don't fancy being hexed within an inch of my life."

"You should be used to it by now."

"That's hardly the point."

"Right-ho, my lad, but I'm still not going to tell you what we talked about...torture is far too much fun."

"You're a prick."

"True, but I'm a tired prick, so I'm going to go join Remus for a nice, warm nap."

"...do you think there's something between those two?" ventured Peter after the sudden departure of Sirius.

"Which two?" snapped James, moodily.

"Remus and Sirius."

"Don't be a bloody idiot!"

"But Padfoot just said he was–

"Not like that, interrupted James, "buggering Merlin Pete, you'd be a lot smarter if you just kept your mouth shut. I swear, you're such an unbelievable dolt sometimes."

"Remus," said Sirius, half singing, half whispering as he crept towards the boy lying asleep in his bed, "Rrrrrrremusss." Hearing no reply, Sirius simply took off his robes, closed the curtains and clamboured onto the bed to lie beside Remus. He struggled for a while to get close enough to Remus yet avoid the boys sprawling limbs. As soon as he found a semi-comfortable position he began to doze off and the two just lay there, sharing each others warmth until the morning. A few hours later, James and Peter also came into the dormitories to go to bed, bickering with one another as they went to their own beds and failed to notice Sirius's empty bed and Remus's bed with the curtains closed, concealing it's occupants. Oblivious...or what?