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A/N: Updates! It's only been... 3 months? 2 months? Sorry y'all, my life's been really busy. Been meaning to update though, I didn't forget about you! Finished up the chapter in honor of the newest/final film *le sob*. Also, my best friend isn't taking my calls, so hopefully this will grab her attention. BITCH I AM RESORTING TO THIS. WHAT'S YOUR DAMAGE, HEATHER.

Anyway, here are some things.

Remus was spot-on. Friday evening's incident was blatantly ignored all weekend, and well into the next week. By Wednesday afternoon he was a wreck, his nerves frayed due to trying to sort out what was going on with Sirius, his thoughts on Sirius, and occasionally an exam he had in Potions the next Friday- but mostly Sirius. He decided it was probably about time he talked to Lily, but lunch would have to come first. It was nearly his special time, and food was always the first thing on his mind. Well, the second thing- but the first was to be ignored with vigor.

"So, you have heard? Old Binns died this morning," Sirius said casually as he took his seat next to James, stealing a sandwich off of his plate.

"Hey! That was mine!" James protested, spraying a bit of mashed potato in Peter's direction. Peter looked absolutely disgusted (which was rather hypocritical), but made no comment.

Remus head snapped up. "Why hasn't anyone said anything? This is serious news- don't you dare make a pun; I will hurt you," he glared at Sirius, then continued, "There hasn't been so much as an announcement all day. People should be grieving."

"Why?" James replied, "I honestly think we'll be better off without him. I may actually stay awake during a History lesson." Peter reached across the table, smacking the messy-haired boy on the back of the head, muttering something about insensitivity. Remus was nearly glowing with pride.

"Well, you see," Sirius began, smirking, "He hasn't appeared to have noticed yet, and no one wants to upset him."

Remus opened his mouth to ask what the bloody hell he was talking about, but followed the line of Sirius' finger to the head table, where a very transparent Professor Binns was occupying his regular chair.

"Wonder why we didn't notice that at breakfast," Peter mused.

"Well, you're not particularly observant," Sirius pointed out. Peter nodded, not even pretending to be insulted- that was a pretty fair statement. Sirius continued, "And besides, have you ever noticed no one really looks up the there? The beard doesn't bite, gents, and sure, McGooglies might, but not until dinner, at least."

James sighed. "Looks like I'll continue sleeping through History of Magic…"

"Don't expect to copy my notes," Remus said, stealing another sandwich off of Prongs' plate.

"Hey!" he shouted again, "Does no one here follow the code of brotherhood? Letting a man eat in peace?"

"You made that rule up," Peter argued. "Just now, actually."

"Well spotted, Wormtail," Sirius said, not even attempting to tone down the sarcasm.

James snorted, making pumpkin juice come out of his nose, which resulted in him yelping and shouting about a burning sensation. Between his frayed nerves and the unintentional double-entendre, Remus could not help but laugh loudly and uncontrollably. Sirius grinned and looked at him, making direct eye contact for the first time in days. Remus immediately sobered and returned his gaze, the two boys sitting far too still, far too quiet, eyes locked for far too long.

The werewolf immediately jumped out of his seat, mumbled something about the library, and exited the Great Hall with haste.

"What was that all about?" James asked.

"Bugger if I know," Sirius replied, shoving a roll into his mouth. His personality and body language returned to its normal state, but James couldn't help but notice that he wasn't quite looking him in the eye.

Lily was just making her way towards the Great Hall, far later to lunch than she had hoped. She wasn't too bothered, as she and Remus had a free period next and she would have plenty of time to eat fitting to her schedule after grabbing a tuna fish sandwich… or three. When she saw Remus hurrying down the hall, she had a sudden feeling that maybe she wouldn't be eating lunch after all- late or no.

"Hey Remus, what's going o- oh!"

The boy didn't miss a beat as he grabbed Lily by the arm and dragged her in tow.

"Slow down, you nutter; your legs are longer than mine."

Remus was too wrapped up in his thoughts to pay her any mind, but it didn't matter- he suddenly entered the library and led her to their table in the back, releasing her arm. She opened her mouth, ready to snap at him, but before she could the chance he stuffed half of a tuna fish sandwich in her mouth.

"You know I hate you when you're cranky."

"Oo know I 'ate oo en o're right."

"Fantastic," Remus replied, rolling his eyes. "I understood every word of that- no sarcasm was involved in that statement, and that truly worries me."

She swallowed was a large 'gulp'. "You love it," she said with a wink. "So, what's going on? Why the sprinting through the halls? You know how I hate exercise."

"He kissed me again. And he's making me uncomfortable; and-" he immediately stopped the sentence. He could feel his face heating up.

A grin slowly began to form on Lily's face. "You're going to admit I'm right, aren't you?" she was beaming. Remus blushed even harder. "You are! Remus, this is brilliant. We need to have a lady talk. Oh, this is going to be fun!"

"This is not fun. And we certainly are not going to have a 'lady talk;' I'm gay, not a woman."

"Oh Merlin's dirty beard, you've admitted to your sexuality as well? This is a day of celebration! Remus has seen the light!"

"Yes. No. Maybe. Probably. Shut up?"

"Never. So this kiss- as good as the first?"

"Better," he sighed, his head dropping down onto the table with a 'thunk.'

"Then why so morose?" she asked, starting on the second half to her sandwich.

"Have you met Sirius? It's like nothing happened. He's managed to make it more challenging, by not making it challenging at all."

"Color me surprised," she replied, her voice dripping sarcasm with every word.

"And you think I am? I saw this coming, but it doesn't make it any less irritating."

"I know, I know. But it will get better."

"Will it, now? Because I'm fairly certain it won't and I'll be stuck like this forever, and I fully intend on blaming you."

"Of course you do, despite the fact that it isn't, and I will be forced to punch you in the arm. But Sirius will reach a similar epiphany. Eventually. Sometime. I'm sure."

"Thank you, I'm feeling much better," Remus said, raising an eyebrow.

"Just have faith, my beautifully insecure friend."

"Oh good, something I've always excelled in: optimism."

Later that evening, Sirius was having a similar crisis. But, he was dealing with it in a very different- and far more self-destructive- manner.

He shoved the blonde into a broom closet, gnawing on her neck, hands tangled in her overly shiny hair- it was obviously charmed, and a bit too enthusiastically. She whinnied like a horse; although slightly disgusted, he mentally shrugged- he'd take what he could get, and she was incredibly attractive, even if it was in a trying-too-hard sort of way. Remus never tried at all… but Sirius shook that thought quickly out of his head.

He tried to focus entirely on the task at hand- get lost in the lust. Major articles of clothing were quickly removed, and the two teenagers seemed to be attached at the tongue. The girl reached down into Sirius' boxers and… nothing happened. Despite the valiant effort on both of their parts, nothing continued to happen for another five minutes.

"Are you… okay?" the blonde asked.

"Yeah. I'm just really tired. Quidditch practice, you know," Sirius replied, feigning nonchalance. He pulled up his trousers and began buttoning up his shirt. "I should go. Sorry, Fiona."

"Actually, it's Emily," said Formerly Fiona.

"Really? Not Fiona?"

"No," Faux Fiona replied, shooting Sirius a look that implied he should get out of the closet very quickly.

"Do you think something's going on with Remus and Sirius?" James asked.

Peter shrugged wordlessly, focused entirely on the stack of Chocolate Frogs he was about to consume.

"Brilliant. Thanks for your contribution to this discussion."

Things continued to Not Happen to Sirius, but this didn't deter his efforts. He continued bringing around a new girl every couple of nights, sometimes even some repeats. Remus was having some trouble with this.

"Moony? Are you okay?" James asked, with concern etched across his face.

"Yes. Yes, of course. Why do you ask?" Remus snapped, still glaring at the love seat in front of the fireplace.

"Well, it's just, you've gone all sweaty and you look a bit like you've eaten the pumpkin pasta."

"Mmm. Quite. I just remembered I have something to do. Something important that isn't here and is quite possibly very far away and certainly not right here."

"Yes, you mentioned that bit already." James tried to follow his friend's gaze, but it was landing towards the fireplace near Sirius and Blonde Girl Whose Name He Could Not Remember. In a brief moment of self-induced ignorance, James was drawing a blank. He turned his head back towards Remus and said, "What is it exactly you need to do?" But the boy was already gone.

"That was odd," James mused aloud.

And here he was again: alone on the Astronomy Tower, breathing heavily, clutching a cigarette in his left hand. He thought admitting his feelings to Lily a few days ago would make him feel a bit better, but not much had changed. In fact, Sirius' bed hangings becoming the revolving doors for all of the tarts of Hogwarts was dwindling the poor werewolf's last remaining bit of sanity. He could not bring himself to witness another full-frontal attack on his best mate's face from some random witch.

His best mate.

Who he wanted to shag.

He groaned and let his head fall into his hands.

"Oi, James! Where's Moony?"

James looked up from his examination of his girlfriend's fingers. "Dunno. Went off somewhere."

Sirius stood up, dumping Apparently Not Fiona off of his lap. "I'm going to go find him."

"All right. Have at it. Send my regards," James replied, returning to the wonder and glory of Lily's digits.

"Why so glum Moonbeam?"

Remus jumped, clutching his chest. "Sirius! What did I say about doing that! And please don't call me Moonbeam, or Moonshine, or Moonykins, or any other ridiculous nickname you choose to throw at me today. We've discussed this."

"Sorry, Moonflower."

Remus rolled his eyes in response. "So, how'd you find me?"

Sirius pulled out the Map and gestured towards it. "Now, the question is, why were you hiding?"

"Not hiding," he replied petulantly.

Sirius raised his eyebrows.

"Okay, hiding a little. There were just too many people in the Common Room," one too many, "and it was all a bit stifling. Needed some air."

Sirius nodded and plopped down next to him, wrapping his arm around the other boy's shoulders. He tilted his head, resting it on the top of Remus', and his silky hair fell into the lycanthrope's face. Remus felt his heartbeat quicken.

"I'm sorry we haven't been talking much lately," Sirius said suddenly.

"It's okay."

"No, it isn't."

"It really isn't."

"Can we be normal again?" Sirius looked into Remus' eyes.

"Normal. Right. Of course," Remus heard himself agreeing, and the logical part of his mind agreed that this was the best course of action. But then why was his heart aching?

"Normal," Sirius whispered, slowly tilting his head downward.

Their lips brushed lightly, then Sirius raked his fingers through Remus' hair and deepened the kiss. Remus knew what would happen next, and immediately pulled away.

"Sirius, I have become accustomed to many of your ridiculous habits- I need to fix James' nose, as Lily has turned it into a toad? I'll take a photo and put it in my album. You've been caught snogging a Hufflepuff with shockingly large breasts in a broom cupboard? Allow me to abuse my prefect duties and get you out of trouble. Peter's set his hair on fire? Must be a Wednesday. But kissing me at random and immediately running away, is not something I signed up for! So, no! No! I get to run away this time!" And he did, down the stairs and through the castle at top speed.

Sirius looked down towards his trousers and smirked. "Looks like we're back," he muttered

A/N: And there you have it. New chapter is new. Excitement! Also, Sirius boners! Also, I have problems!