Hey, Moony, my one and only wolf friend.

Hi, Sirius.

What are we doing tonight?

Well tonight is…you know. Big, white ball of fun.

I'm excited. Aren't you?

Well, not for the pain, but the running around Hogwarts, sure.

Cheers, mate. Hey, check out Prongs and Evans. I think something's happening over there…

What makes you say that?

Just look at her face! She's as red as Peter drunk on Valentine's Day! Oh, Merlin, I think Prongs is, too. What a poof.

Blokes are allowed to blush, Padfoot.

Yeah, if they're…slightly feminine.

I bet I could make you blush. One knut.

One KNUT?! One freaking knut? Come on, Remus. Are you that cheap?

Fine, two.

Deal.

Okay. Here goes.

You're not going to win this, werewolf. You're too scary to make anyone blush.

Shut up, dog. And did I mention you have very nice eyes?

Why, thanks, Moony. Yours aren't bad either if you like the colour of dirt and all.

Why am I friends with you again?

Well, you need someone masculine in your life. Otherwise, you'd be just like the rest of 'em.

Rest of 'em as in whom?

As in James and Peter. Ah, might as well add in Evans, too.

And they're not masculine enough?

Nah, not really. Evans is a girl, so enough said. Peter looks like he's about to wet himself from excitement all the time. That's not very manly. And James is blushing, see—Dear MERLIN! I think they're holding hands!

WHAT?! Are you sure, Padfoot?

Well, unless they both have one hand under the table for different reasons and are both blushing because some reason or other and James is too thick to write notes with his right hand instead of his left, than yes, I'd say they're holding hands.

Wow! Good on Prongs. Knew it'd happen some day.

Stop grinning like a fool, Remus. Really, get a grip. Evans is probably just using him to make Snivellus jealous.

I don't think she is, Sirius. She's been hanging out with us quite a bit. It's not that unbelievable that she'd start fancying James.

Whatever. Do I get my two knuts now?

For what?

For winning the bet, twat.

Who said you won?

Well, you gave up didn't you?

No! You haven't even given me a chance to do anything yet.

Fine, get a move on then.

Er, well. You have very nice hair.

I know, don't I? Nicer than Prongs'.

Right…Er, I know you're biggest secret.

Of course you do. You're the reason I'm a flea-attracting dog. They're starting to act up, now that you mention it…

What? Not that secret, you prick, the other one.

Which one is that?

You're not even remotely worried about anything?

No, not really. It can't be that bad.

Right. Want to play hangman?

Giving up already? That was quick. Okay, you're on.

I'm not giving up, Sirius. I think I'll spell out your secret for you.

That's very kind, Remus, mate. Thanks.

Okay. Guess.

It's kinda long, isn't it?

No, not really.

Okay, J.

No. I'll give him a big head like yours, Padfoot.

Go suck Peter's arse. S.

Yeah, two S's.

Right. T?

Two T's.

Nice. R?

One R. You sure you're not worried?

I'm fine, Moony. It's you that should be worried.

And why's that?

Because you'll be two knuts short after HOM.

What the hell's HOM? I believe this is called 'Class'.

I'm not that thick, you great prat. HOM is History of Magic. Aren't you supposed to be the brainy one?

Sorry, you're incredibly stupid abbreviations are below my level.

Enough with the talk. K?

Yes, there's a K. Next?

E.

Mhm.

I still have ten letters left? What kind of injustice is this?

Just keep guessing and you will get more. Geez.

O.

Two O's. Next.

U.

Okay, there's one U.

I'm bored, Moony. Let's do something else. Tic-tac-toe?

No! You need to know your secret! …Or, maybe you already know what it is and don't want to lose the bet…

Never. L?

That's a body for Mr. Hangman. Finally.

I'm actually really bored, Remus.

You think I like doing this? I'm trying to win a bet, now please. Guess a letter.

Fine. W.

Now you're just guessing ridiculous letters so you don't find out because the game's over. Is that what you think of Mr. Hangman? I don't think he appreciates the sacrifice you're making.

Stuff it, Remus. A.

Finally. Probably the most obvious letter in the alphabet and you guess it now.

I'm no longer reading anything longer than five words. H.

Two H's. Next.

N.

You know now, don't you?

One, two, three, four…dammit.

You know it, right?

I have no idea what you're talking about, Remus.

Sirius Black! Is that a blush I see?

More than five words, Remus.

And I know what you do, Sirius. You have to have him, don't you? Helps you sleep? Cousin Andromeda gave it to you when you were, what, four?

How do you know about this, Remus?! You're a stalker, that's what you are. A stalking werewolf. You disgust me. I trusted you. Using your extra sensitive werewolf senses to torment your mates? You. Are. Pitiful.

Yes! I win! Two knuts, please.

Take your Goddamn knuts and leave me alone, you prick. You will not tell this to anyone, understood?

Loud and clear.

M R S H N O O K U M S T H E C A T

A/N: LOL I had fun writing this. I thought the first one did well (maybe just because it was Lily and James...) but I decided that I would do a whole bunch of other one-shots with other people. It'll be interesting, anyway. I'm still thinking about it, I might not, but I might.

So, you know what to do :) REVIEW! XD Thanks