A/N: Sorry it's taken so long. Things have been a little crazy. This is in honor of having voted for the first time!

Chapter 5: Rule Breakers

"I just wanna color outside the lines, I've been reprimanded about a thousand times; I'm a rule breaker."

Sirius waved cheerfully at Remus and Peter as he swooped about the Quidditch pitch. He had finally made the team! It was as grand as James had said it would be. For never being around brooms when he was younger, Sirius was surprisingly adept at flying. The hitting bludgers thing probably came from beating upon deserving Slytherins.

James flew past him, hitting the back of Sirius's head firmly. Sirius chased after the bespectacled boy, laughing the whole time. He finally managed to bean James across the face when they dived to avoid a goal post. It was in fact the very same post that Remus and Sirius had tied James to last year after the closet debacle.

Sirius turned back to check on Remus, he had to be watching because if he wasn't this punishment became void and 'Great Expectations' went out the window, literally. And Remus didn't want that, did he? The hastily shaken head had proven Sirius right.

When Sirius didn't spot Remus or Peter standing where they should have, he grabbed the back of James's shirt and nodded to the empty stands. James nodded back and they flew toward the ground.

Thirty-five minutes later had them trudging up to Gryffindor Tower, high from adrenalin. Beating up Slytherins always got his blood pumping. The only person not smiling was Remus, but as he had been the Slytherins' intended victim, the other boys understood his reluctance. But just because Remus had been victimized didn't mean…

"Sirius, you can't!"

Sirius dangled the thick novel out the window, fending Remus off with his left foot, "I can so."

" I was watching!"

"No, you weren't."

"The Slyths ganged up on me! What was I supposed to do? Ask them to wait until you had finished?"

Sirius thought for a moment, and then nodded, "Precisely."

Remus stared at him in bewilderment. Hi mouth hanging open and relaxed body did nothing to help fix the bug eyed look he wore. Sirius grimaced, "You know that expression makes you look like a fish and trust me that is not a good look for you."

Remus's awareness, and anger, flooded back into his body at Sirius's words, "Give it back, you git! I'll go to McGonagall!"

"No, you won't."

"And why shouldn't I?"

"Because McGonagall said that if she saw any of us in her office for any reason before next Thursday, she would chop us into tiny bits, fry us up and feed the pieces to the Giant Squid. That's why you shouldn't."

"Sirius, please, it was my grandmothers." Remus reached a pale hand out toward the book, a pleading look on his face.

Sirius sighed and lowered his foot, letting Remus get closer. He knew how important Remus's things were to him. Familial possessions were even more precious to the young werewolf now that most of them were gone. Sirius brought the battered paperback back inside the window, slowly. He wrapped an arm around the other boy's neck and hugged him close, placing the book into the thin hands reaching for it.

"Sorry, Remmie."

"S'okay." Remus's words were muffled in Sirius's jumper. They stood for a moment, standing in the brief silence that had enfolded the dorm. Sirius ran his hand down Remus's spine once before stepping away. Remus gave him a blinding smile before turning to put his book away. Sirius got the feeling he had just been conned.

/page break/

Sirius sat on the edge of James's bed, tossing the boy's "Mini-Quaf!" up and down trying not to be annoyed at how much his best friend was rattling on about Evans. He didn't care about how green her eyes were of how red her hair was. He didn't care that she was currently at the top of their class or that she was so very kind.

His "Mini-Quaf!" went higher and higher as Sirius got more annoyed. The banging against the posts became louder and more violent. A hand reached out and seized the ball before Sirius could pitch it at James's head. He glanced up at Remus's grinning face and growled. What he didn't expect was the answering growl that Remus gave him.

"You listening, Sirius?" Sirius turned his startled expression on James.

"Not really, Jamie."

"Ugh, stop calling me that and why not?"

"I'm tired, it's almost three in the morning and you've been jabbering on about Evans since dinner. Give it a rest." Sirius opened his mouth to say something else, but was cut off with a pillow to his face.

"What the hell?"

"Take that, you git! How dare you doubt the perfection of my Lily flower?" Another thwack to Sirius's noggin made him see stars.

"I'll doubt it all I'd like, you pinheaded berk! Take that and that!" Sirius landed a barrage of perfect hits against James, glad he and Regulus had practiced so much when they were little.

"Aren't you two a little old for pillow fights?" Remus rested against the bed frame, twirling the "Mini-Quaf!" around his fingers. Sirius glanced at James for a moment; communicating silently as they were wont to do, and turned unanimously, beating Remus across the head. A startled gasp was all that gave the two giggling boys warning before their pillows soared out of their hands.

James stared at his pillow for a moment, before giving Sirius a worried look, "I do think we're in trouble, dear Sirius."

"I do believe you're correct, darling James." They turned slowly towards their sweet and kind werewolf, cringing at the devious look and raised wand that greeted them.

Sirius was knocked to the floor in shock as James's Puddlemere United pillow brutally attacked him. It appeared that Sirius's own pillow, lovingly decorated with the Falmouth Falcons, was beating James into submission on the other side of the bed. Another whispered spell had the boys laughing hysterically; Remus could be very sadistic when he wanted to be.

Sirius managed to climb to his feet and stagger towards Remus. The pillow was soon joined by two others: one a school issued pillow and the other covered in Pumpkin Pasties. He was getting too close to Remus and the other boy was clearly getting nervous as he retreated to the other side of the room. The tickling charm increased in intensity and he fell to his knees. Sirius struggled to his feet and ran into Remus's bedpost.

Remus was now backed into the proverbial corner; he was scrunched up between his bed and nightstand, laughing hard enough to cry, with Sirius at his front. Remus twitched his wand and Mr. Whiskers, Peter's stuffed rabbit, thwacked Sirius in the side of the head.

"Hey! Remus, give him back!" Peter leapt off his bed and snatched Mr. Whiskers off of Sirius's chest.

While Remus was busy defending himself against Peter, Sirius seized his chance. With a gasping war cry, he threw himself upon Remus, managed to knock the wand away, therefore undoing the spells that had been set upon him. Sirius tickled Remus's side mercilessly, not heeding the commotion James and Peter were making behind him. He made Remus laugh and laugh, turning his eyes a stunning topaz.

/page break/

It probably wasn't the best idea to pour honey on Mrs. Norris, but on the plus side Filch did get in some exercise. Then again, thought Sirius as he was pulled along by the ear, perhaps he should have waited until after his "probation" from McGonagall ended to stick the cat to the ceiling.

"I have never been more ashamed of a student until now, Mr. Black. This kind of behavior is utterly unacceptable! What possessed you to do something like this?"

"Peeves?" Sirius ventured.

McGonagall froze for a moment, seemingly contemplating the idea, before shaking her head and dragging him forward.

Remus was not a happy werewolf when Sirius told him, although James and Peter thought it was wicked cool. Of course, Remus was far more sensitive to animals because of his wolf side, whether said animals liked him or not.

"Sirius, what made you think that gluing Mrs. Norris to the Great Hall's ceiling was a good idea? And don't you dare say Peeves!"

Sirius closed his mouth and grinned sheepishly.

"Who cares, Remus? That was freaking great! People will be talking about that for years to come!" James wrapped his arm around Sirius's neck, bringing him into a noogie.

Geroff me you great wanker!" The two boys fell to the ground laughing helplessly.

/page break/

Sirius smiled sleepily and snuggled down into his pillows, James's back pressed up against his own. He wondered what everyone would say if they found out James was scared of thunderstorms. But Sirius supposed that getting stuck in a tree during the worst electrical storm in over three centuries would do that to a person. It was funny how three out of four Marauders had some sort of traumatic event during their very young lives. He just hoped that this wasn't setting some sort of precedence for the future.

It was surprising that Peter didn't seem to hold the same terror the others did, although Sirius was positive that his jumpiness came from somewhere. Peter was near silent, fat, and had next to no sense of humor, how in the world had he become part of their group? James said that he was a good manipulator; Remus thought that he must have some brain somewhere, but Sirius just thought he was a rat.

James tapped his shoulder and mumbled a drowsy, "Stop thinking and go to sleep. Got Slughorn first thing."

"Hate that man." Sirius grumbled back.

"Yeah, keeps looking at Lily wrong." Sirius rolled his eyes and groaned. Even when he was near sleep James found time to talk about Evans. How tragically pathetic.

A/N: And there you go. Sorry that it's kind of short, it's mostly a filler because I left my brain somewhere.