Hello, thanks for reading! Hope you enjoy this second installment.

Shaken awake abruptly from his deep slumber, James Potter was greeted by a very up close and personal view of Sirius Black's face. "Why, may I ask, did you miss breakfast young man? Many wiser than you say it is THE most important meal of the day!" Sirius scolded mockingly, grabbing James's covers and throwing them over his head like they were a shawl. "Now if it's to do with that potions paper, didn't you know about that WEEKS in advance? Oh, James, when will you learn!?"

Peter Pettigrew was laughing merrily from the relative safety of his bed as Sirius stole the blankets far from James's reach and started yanking out clothing from his trunk. Everything he chose seemed to clash, yet he laid it all out at the end of James's bed, tsking and tut tutting at the disorder of the room. Sirius's impression of James's mother was truly spot on at times.

"Don't encourage him Wormtail, or he'll be an annoying git forever." James grumbled as he scoured his bedside table for the glasses he carelessly threw aside just a few hours before. Sirius pretended to be offended, placing his hand over his heart and pouting.

"Now now James, that's no way to talk to your mother." Peter couldn't suppress a giggle. Sirius shot him a cheeky grin as he let James's covers drop to the floor at his feet. Sirius grabbed his bag already prepared for the days classes as James fumbled around the room looking for his things, his glasses askew as he tripped over his blankets for the millionth time. He finally gave up on being fully prepared and kicked the blankets out of the way as he went for the door.

"Alright, alright, you've had your fun, let's go."

The three made their way through the portrait hole and down the corridor just in time for the stair on the third landing to begin its move. As they waited with other Gryffindors for the stair to reach its destination, Sirius finally asked. . . well. . . seriously. "Honestly, what were you doing all night to make you miss a meal?" James tried to think of a distracting conversation topic that would drive Sirius away, but Peter was breathing heavily a ways behind them and trying to keep up in a conversation with Frank Longbottom, and Sirius was not a boy to be fooled.

"Where's Remus?" James asked to stall time.

"You know he always brings his books to breakfast and then goes to class early. You must be desperate to stall this conversation from happening. But believe me Prongs, this conversation is happening." Sirius replied, very assured that his best mate would soon tell him. James sighed, knowing he needed help anyway.

"It's about Lily."

"LILY?!" Sirius said loudly, just as the staircase decided to stop abruptly, making on the students on board stagger to their right. "I thought you would never get on with it! So, is she a good snog?"

"Not like that, Padfoot!"

"No, not like that at all, Padfoot. Ever."

James swallowed hard and felt his smile disappear from his face. Lily Evans stormed in front of the boys, making them stop in their tracks. James couldn't recall the last time Lily looked quite so angry, other than the time he flung a dung bomb in her cauldron that had been aimed for Snapes.

"And as for me "needing" you. . . " Lily said, pushing James back against a wall with her hand and staring him down in a much different way than she had the night before, "I won't be. Stay away from me, and my business."

Lily stalked off ahead to Potions, where Gryffindor would be with Slytherin. James felt the heat again, and not only because Lily had once again been close. He just remembered his unfinished paper. With Sirius mimicking Lily the rest of the way to the dungeons and Peter begging to know what had happened, James could only maintain a miserable silence as he made his way to class.

Severus noticed Lily was in a temper, and he waited as she set up her work space by slamming all her materials down with much more force than was needed. Beside her he quietly worked, waiting until she seemed to be done with her violent assembly.

"Lovers spat?" He asked without looking at her. He pretended to be very concerned with his bent quill tip as she glared at his profile.

"In his dreams." She spat, rearranging some parchment at the edge of her desk she had already ripped quite a bit. "Severus, you would know better than anyone that I would rather keep the company of a blast ended skrewt than be anywhere near Potter."

"As would I." He replied cooly, now sitting still in his chair and observing her shuffling the parchment for the fifth time. She noticed and put it down, taking a breath. "But apart from that statement, I couldn't help but notice that both of you were absent from breakfast, and that both of you seem rather disgruntled coming to class today. With all the talk of 'dildos' from the Gryffindor common room, one can easily read situations the wrong way. . . "

Lily shot him a look, and had to hold herself from fiddling with something else on her desk. "I know how it may seem, but there is nothing between me and Potter. Severus, you're my friend, I don't want you to get the wrong impression. I'm curious about something, and I'm going to solve it on my own."

That was all he was able to get out of her as Slughorn began the lesson, awarding Lily around 30 points for Gryffindor and Snape 28 as it progressed, as both were top notch at Potions. After the fierce competition of the class, Snape didn't much feel like talking to anyone, so he began to round up his things. Only with Lily would he have taken defeat good naturedly (okay, maybe silently is more appropriate), but you would have to poison him to hear him admit it. Lily caught him on his way out as they handed in the papers (Potter's paper, which Snape was pleased to see, looked almost seven inches short), catching the sleeve of his robe.

"Would you like to go over some notes for Alchemy tomorrow? Maybe by the lake? It should be wonderful outside. If you want you can help me treat the giant squid with Ogg afterwards. Someone thought it would be funny to throw a whole box of Filibuster's wet start fireworks into the Lake."

"Sure." He said. She smiled at him and walked off, toward her next class. Snape couldn't help but touch the place where she had held his robes as he went deeper into the dungeons towards the Slytherin common room.

"Just tell us already James. Sirius is unbearable enough without something evading his bear trap of a mind." Remus Lupin said, picking up James's blankets that were somehow wrapped around a leg of his four poster bed. Sirius had been pestering James for a hour now, and would not stop. Even Peter was looking slightly off put by Sirius's dogged determination to know exactly what James was trying to keep from them. James ran his hands through his already messy black hair, deciding that now was the time to confess.

"I waited up last night and caught Lily taking the envelope. I told her I knew how to make what she wanted." He watched the reaction on his friends faces as the news sank in.

"Do you actually know how to make what she wants?" Lupin spoke first, as Sirius was still just looking at James thoughtfully. James shook his head.

"I just said it. I don't know. At first I had just wanted to see if it was her, then I did and then. . . it was like my brain shut off." James explained, just as confused as the others.

Sirius laughed. "Well, you're in luck, because the Black family isn't nasty in just one way." James looked up from the floor. "I can make you what you need." Sirius winked and pretended to pull down the front of his robes with a little shimmy. James put his head back in his hands.

"Or you can just tell me how to do it, if there's any truth to what you're saying anyway."

Sirius righted his robes and sat on the bed, putting an arm around his friend. "I'm just kidding Prongs, you really must never miss breakfast again; it puts you in a foul mood. But I seriously, if I do say so myself, know what to do. I heard my uncle talking to my aunt about it once on one of the more disturbing days of my life. It will be tricky, and the map and your marvelous cloak will have to be employed, but that's a given for most fun things anyway."

"Think about this, James. Is this something you really want to do?" Remus said, throwing the blankets he had been holding across to their rightful owner, narrowly missing Peter as his pudgy form lounged on the edge of his bed.

"No, but Lily is." Said Sirius, dodging a blow from James. "Alright I'll even admit that was tasteless and not very clever, but who in this room can say they weren't thinking it? Eh?" They all laughed as Sirius had to escape to the common room to avoid Prongs's attacks.

Later, after a rather hard Quidditch practice, Sirius and James were wrangling together their things from the locker room. After discussing a few choice moves from the practice, and the strengths and weaknesses of the Hufflepuff team they were playing next month, they finally were all put together and walking towards the castle.

"James, I can give you directions to make what Lily wants, but I can also make something you would want." Sirius began tentatively, knowing from the blows he received earlier that day that he was stretching the patience of his best mate. James gave him a warning glance.

"If this is going to be another set of puns about an inflatable doll and flesh eating slug repellant, I will have your head." James growled, his gait getting notably faster.

"You have to admit that first set was good, probably my best work. You're welcome, by the way." Sirius's grin quickly left at the look on James's face. "But, regrettably, I don't have another set of puns.

What I'm telling you is that I can make what Lily wants, but I can add a special feature for you. My aunt and uncle had a long distance relationship for a time in my youth and I remember one of their visits during this stretch of time. I, happily for you, was locked in a closet and bound for being, 'nice to a muggle' again when they had a tryst in the very room my closet was. They spoke of a way to be together without being together, if you see where I'm heading. At first, one can enchant something of a satisfying shape for the woman to move based on her pleasure. Then, as my uncle excitedly added to my young self's horror, one can go further and enchant the 'magic dildo' to convey the feeling of the object onto a specific man."

James was silent.

"So I'm saying the woman would use it and it would feel great," Sirius prompted after further silence, "and the man would feel through the object whatever she is doing to herself with it. But, she would never have to know, necessarily."

James thought, with another sudden flood of heat, of what that would mean. He would feel Lily much, much closer than she had ever let him. For a second his desire almost made him agree. Then he realized; she wouldn't even know.

"Sirius, there's no way." James said flatly, dismissing his friends offer and smothering the fire inside him. "Not if she doesn't know. That would feel so wrong." Sirius nodded.

"True, it would. And I only offer because I know you're a good man and wouldn't mistreat it. Now, this knowledge given to Wormtail, now that would be disgustingly wrong. But the way you and Remus hesitate about contact with the fairer sex makes me cringe, Prongs! You're REALLY missing out. And you two take forever to do anything, damn procrastinators." Sirius ended his tirade just as they entered the great hall, and James was not interested to have this conversation brought up again in a more public venue.

"Maybe we take forever because we think things through instead of acting on a whim." James retorted, smiling at his friend. "Thank you for your offer, Sirius, but no. We'll just leave it at what she wants."

"Fine, fine." Sirius said as they made their way to Gryffindor tower. But would impulse win out in the end?