The cold winds that blew through Hogsmeade seemed to be attempting to whip the shop-goers off their feet. This ridiculous wind was, in fact, what cause the marauders to get off the streets and into the Three Broomsticks. As they walked in, they were greeted by a young, smiling woman. "Go ahead and grab a table, boys. I'll be right with ya."

They nodded and headed through the crowded pub toward the back, picking out an empty booth. James and Peter slid into one side and Sirius and Remus into the other. Instantly, Sirius grabbed the lycan's hand and pulled him closer, leaving their fingers laced together. As they got situated, Madam Rosemerta walked over. "What can I get you boys?"

"Four butterbeers, please," James said.

Sirius gave the waitress a sly but charming smile. "And two fingers of Fire Whiskey, please."

"And no," she laughed. "You're not of age, Mr. Black."

"Aww, come on, Rose. Please? I'm seventeen in-" Remus gave him a sharp elbow in the ribs and glared.

"I'll be back with your butterbeers and no whiskey," she replied.

Remus gave her a thankful smile. "Siri," he began sternly. "I really wish you'd stop that."

"Stop what, love?" He replied, feigning innocence.

"Charming so many women. It's nerve racking."

"Oh," he sighed. "Would you rather me charm men, then?"

"No," he stressed. "I'd rather you stick to charming me. Thank you very much."

"Oh," he said once more, whispering seductively into Remus' ear. "I can charm the hell out of you." Sirius' hand slid over the wolf's thigh, higher and higher until he gasped.

"Okay, seriously! Do you two mind? We're sitting right here, you know!"

"Oh, shove it up your arse, James! We have to deal with you daydreaming about Evans so much that you get a hard-on. At least I don't go that far," he gave his friend a snarky smile.

"When you're awake, anyways," he muttered.

Remus raised an eyebrow. He'd always thought he was the only one he knew that Siri talked in his sleep.

Peter nodded. "James has a point, Sirius. You're awfully… animated when you sleep."

Sirius glared at him dangerously. "I am not." Was he? He had dreams about Remus on almost a regular basis, and is they heard even a few of them…

Moony blushed furiously and looked down. "Yes, Siri, you do talk in your sleep."

"In which case, can we not discuss this?" For once in his life, Sirius was completely embarrassed.

Rosemerta arrived with their butterbeers, and Sirius gave her a gratified look for interrupting their conversation at the perfect time. "Four butterbeers, hold the whiskey," she stated, setting their mugs down. "Need anything else?"

"No thank you, ma'am," Remus said politely.

"I swear to Merlin, you're the sweetest thing I've ever seen Remus," she smiled, giving him a wink. "If only you were a few years older… the difference between you and Potter over there is the fact that you don't look at me like I'm something to eat." She laughed. "Kidding boys…" she walked away.

James sighed, watching her as she walked away. "She wasn't kidding. I'd definitely fancy a night or two with her…"

"She just hit on you," Padfoot gasped. "How dare her!"

"Excuse me?" Remus replied.

"You're mine! She can't hit on you!"

"Well, boys, I think our Moony just proved his point." Peter and Sirius both looked confused. "Honestly? I'd expect this out of Wormtail, but not you, Pads. He was upset with you for 'charming' a.k.a. hitting on girls, and you didn't get why. But he get's hit on, and you're pissed."

"Why thank you, Prongs. At least you see where I'm coming from."

"Wow," Sirius said. "Jamie actually understood something I didn't? I must be getting thicker." And again, Remus raised an eyebrow. "Oh, not like that, perv!" He continued, whispering, "at least not till later when we're alone…"

Remus blushed, but began to let his mind wander. He'd love a certain number of things to happen between the two of them… "Oh, Remus," Sirius breathed. "Please- ohh, yesss. Harder, Remmy, HARDER! Oh Merlin, Remus that was so good…"

"Wasn't it, Rem?" Sirius asked.

He blushed. "Oh… um, s-sorry. What?"

"The other day in Transfiguration, when McGonagall was in her animaingus form and she scared the piss out of Snape for being late. Wasn't that so good? I thought it was hilarious. Prongs was asleep and missed it."

"Oh, yeah," he replied. "It was great."

Sirius gave him an odd look, and wondered… he moved his hand across Remus' thigh, and allowed it to gently slide over his crotch. He gasped and whispered, "dear lord, Remus!"

"We'll be right back, guys," Moony told the other two. "Come on," he said urgently. "They made their way even farther into the back until they reached the door to the cellar where they couldn't be heard. "Okay, look. There's something about me that you don't know…" he took a deep breath. "As the full moon gets closer… like three of four days before, I get very…um…"

"Horny?" Sirius finished for him.

"Yes, Siri. And when you made that little comment about us being alone, my mind started to wander, and that's when you cut in."

"So… me doing this right now would drive you crazy..?" He placed a hand on the back of Remus' neck and began to kiss him, slipping his tongue into his mouth and pulling him closer. "Mmm," he moaned into his mouth.

"Siri, please," he pushed him away slightly. "The way you touched me at the table, it felt so good- do it again…" hungrily, he returned his lips to Padfoot's.

Sirius grabbed him by the shoulders and forced him to back up. "Remus, when's the next full moon?"

"Is today Saturday?" he asked, nearly breathless. Sirius nodded. "Three days, now go back to kissing me, sexy," he pulled him close once more.

"Ohh, dammit!" Sirius pushed him away again. "I seriously can't do this when you're like this, Remus."

"What?" he moaned seductively. "I'm perfectly fine." He grabbed Sirius' hand and put it right over the bulge in his trousers, then pressed down.

"No," he replied firmly, pulling is hand back. "Remus, you're just like this cause your cycle, and…" he sighed, thinking hard. "I- look. It would be taking advantage of you."

"But… but Siri, I want you to take advantage of me… exert your power and make me your slave…" he pushed Sirius up against the wall, grinding their hips together.

"Oh, Merlin… Remus, you need to stop, now. Come one, let's go back to the table." After the slight struggle, they began to walk back. When they sat down, Sirius rolled his eyes. "Jamie, do you know what Evans is up to today?"

"Actually, yeah. She said it was too cold for her here, so she stayed up at the castle. Why?" he replied, suddenly defensive.

"I need to talk to her, that's all."

"What? Why?" he demanded.

"Cause I do, okay? Anyways, full moon's Tuesday, what are our plans?" he questioned the group.

"Hold up, why are you changing the subject?" Prongs interrupted.

"Cause I wanted to, ya toss pop. Now, full moon, we'll meet in the common room around-" he stopped. Remus' hand began to wander over Padfoot's thighs and crotch. "Around 9:15 should be- oh my GOD, Remus- stop it, please."

"I can't help it," he said, not bothering to keep his voice down. "You're so touchable!"

"Okay, mates," James said. "I'm all for this relationship with you guys, but damn. Too much information."

"Look Jamie, Peter… Remus is having some… issues. We're trying to work through them."

"Exactly what kind of issues?" Wormtail asked.