Part two: The one where they have their first fight, Sirius accidentally kisses James, and they laugh it off. (Oops.)

When he woke up Remus was still next to him, on his stomach, one leg dangling out of bed. He realised he'd clogged up all the blankets, so he unwrapped himself and covered Remus up, so he wouldn't get a cold (even though he'd obviously gone all night without them anyways). Then he walked over to his desk and picked up his quill again, ready to remind James once more of how great he was.

"Well fine! Then you're a Slytherin-sucking, Malfoy-loving, stupid bitch that takes it up the ass!" I yelled so loud I was afraid I'd screamed my lungs out. Of course I didn't stop to think about the fact that I had possible betrayed your biggest secret to the whole of Hogwarts. I hadn't though—they were all too busy studying to care.

I could see your heart break but I had no remorse. How the fight started, I can't even remember—I'll always remember my own harsh words though, because though I didn't regret them then, I would regret them later. But it was only fair that I'd break your heart. After all, you were supposed to be my brother, but that hadn't stopped you from breaking mine first.

Your face went from angry-red to betrayed-pale and as you turned around to run away I could practically see the spot where I'd stabbed you in the back. If I would've called your name then, I would've saved us a lot of trouble. But I was too proud—in too much pain. Served you right, I thought. I'm sure you were sorry of your words before I was—I was always too pigheaded to take any of my words back, never would I be ashamed of anything I said. Except when it came to you, because you made me slip up every now and then. You made me make mistakes, because all the things you said went straight to the heart. So did Moony's, but I share a bed with him every night—we feel what can be said and what can't be said. We did too, but just not as extreme as Moony and me do. That's why we tended to make mistakes—why we sometimes fought about small stuff.

One thing was sure though; even though this fight wouldn't last long, it would leave marks, even years later. Because we are indeed brothers, and no matter how hurtful the things we say are sometimes, we're a family, and can't be mad at each other for ever. We need each other too much, because Jamy, you're my best friend. I cannot, could not, would not, live without you.

I realised it two hours, twenty-four minutes, and sixteen seconds—might've been seventeen—later. I remember it being quite painful—I'd been in the common room, had realised the mistakes we'd made, jumped from my chair screaming your name and had bumped my head against a portrait frame. Well, at least I'd given the first-years a fright, so I should've been proud of myself—except that I wasn't really. Because scaring first-years doesn't make up for the fact that I'd hurt you, so badly. Remus was on the other end of the common room, pointing out that you'd left longer than an hour ago, and that I'd better go find you. I nodded, pecked his check, and raced to the portrait—stumbling over something that later appeared to be a student—but that didn't matter.

When I found you I felt really bad—you were sitting on the floor in the astronomy tower. I felt wobbly, because you were—are—my best friend, and I needed to fix it. Though it was harder than it seemed. Even though it turned out to be the easiest thing I'd ever done in my laugh. (Note that I'm smiling here—so don't feel too bad.)

I started with a: "Jamy I..." but was cut off once more tripping over my own feet. I really wasn't in a too good mood you know—things kept on being against me, now even my feet decided that I was unworthy.

I shrieked—I would deny it later—and closed my eyes in fright. When I re-opened, my lips were attached to yours, and now, I didn't do that!

We both freak, but somehow or stumbling to get away from each other only strengthened the lip-lock, until you managed to squeal: "Sirius, get off, you perv!" and we broke apart, falling to the dusty astronomy floor.

My cheeks were red, I know I was blushing. Your glasses were crooked and our legs were tangled together.

"God damn, I know I'm hot Jamy, but you didn't need to tug me down."

"I didn't! You tripped over your own feet, stupid-ass," despite your words you grinned at me, and I knew we were okay. "Dammit, I can't see how Remus stands kissing you."

"Hah, you know you liked it!" I claimed, and moved around to lean against the wall comfortably. "Jamy... I'm really sorry—I shouldn't have said those things."

You shook your head.

"They were true anyways—though a bit harshly put," you shrug and sit next to me, thumping my shoulder. "I'm sorry I started it—I didn't mean to."

And we smiled, silently agreeing to never fight about silly things again, though not even seconds later we burst out laughing again.

I know I said fighting with friends and shagging them afterwards was good because I had you—but apparently that went for kissing them afterwards too. I feel an urge to wink at you, though I know I can't anymore. I love you James—because if it had been anyone else, they'd gone completely weird after that kiss. But it was you, and it was okay. Because you're my best friend, and no foolish kiss can come between us. You're the good you know, and I miss you so terribly much it hurts in my chest, even now. But I'm sure you're happy somewhere—probably off stalking Lucius—so it's all good. And I have my Moony and he loves me to pieces, so that's okay. I guess we're all happy now, and though you're miles away, you're so close at the same time.

To James Potter, best friend and comrade for ever

Sirius grinned down at the paper—oh yes, he'd drawn a heart again. It was very cliché-ish, he knew that. But goddammit, he could draw hearts if he wanted to! He yawned slightly, and got up from his chair, leaving the ink to dry. Stretching he made his way back to the bed, where Remus was muttering something in his sleep. He smirked, draping his arms around the man and pulling him closer—he was sort of cold, being naked in the chill bedroom so long. Maybe he could convince Moony to warm him up again—and by the sloppy kiss Remus gave him, he knew he was planning too anyways.

AN: I know this was short Next up... is... I don't know yet :D But I'll find another memory and write it out—because I already have the end of this fic thought up, so I just need to fill it in! Let me know what you thought though, so I'm stimulated for writing the rest Oo