Hey guys! I know it's been a while, but I've had writers block. Anyways, I know this chapter's pretty short, but if I'd put the rest in, it would have been wayyyy too long! LOL

Also, I don't mean to sound preachy but I was a bit annoyed that the previous two chapters only got two reviews each... Thank you to you guys who reviewed, but I feel like nobody's reading :( Please leave a review if you like the chapter, it would make my day! :)

So warning: This chapter is full out drama XD

The time between then and Saturday morning flew by – quicker than Sirius would have wanted it to go. He was more nervous than he'd ever been, and that wasn't good. Dates were meant to be fun and relaxed, right? Not scary and uncertain. When Saturday morning finally came around, Sirius was up much earlier than usual, hogging the bathroom.

"Sirius?" called a familiar voice from the other side of the door. Sirius took in a deep breath and took one last look in the mirror before walking towards the door and opening it.

"You can go in there now," he said shortly to Remus, avoiding eye-contact.

"Actually," said Remus, grabbing him by the arm. "I wanted to talk to you."

"Huh?"

"I said I wanted to talk to you," Remus said.

"Yeah, I know. About what?"

"In the bathroom," said Remus, dragging Sirius back into the room and closing the door.

"What's up?" asked Sirius, trying to stay calm. Remus narrowed his eyes.

"What's up?" he asked. "You know what's up, Sirius."

"Oh... that."

"Yeah. Look, I'm sorry about what I said yesterday," muttered Remus. "It wasn't fair. Of course you can hurt over what happened. It would be wrong if you weren't hurting."

"Oh... yeah... thanks," said Sirius off-handedly, taking another look at himself in the mirror and nervously flattening down his hair. Remus clicked his fingers in front of Sirius' face.

"Hello?" he said. "I was thinking that maybe you might want to apologise to me, too."

"What? Why would I apologise to you?" asked Sirius. Remus sighed.

"For almost telling James that I like him," he prompted. Sirius bit his lip, and looked at the ground.

"Well... I don't think I should apologise," Sirius said quietly. "I didn't do anything wrong. I was just trying to confirm for you, that James is straight. I didn't want you to get hurt."

"I really hate you sometimes," said Remus through gritted teeth. "I actually can't stand you."

"Oh, what now?" Sirius asked. "I can never do anything right when it comes to you."

"You mess everything up for me!" Remus yelled. "You mess up everything!"

"How have I messed everything up?"

"Well, where do we start? Oh yeah, let's start with that little incident concerning Snape and the Whomping Willow. That was my secret. You blew it just like that-"

"-That was ages-"

"-Shut up, Sirius. I'm talking. Then, we have that other little incident where you cheated on me. Yeah, that really messed things up for me. You know I haven't got over you. Everyone can see that! I know I have to get over you because you're horrible. You're nasty, you're lying, cheating and a complete idiot, and I don't want to spend my life wanting to be with someone like that. That's why I have been trying to get over you."

"-But-"

"-Please let me finish," said Remus slowly. "I finally found someone that I could maybe like. I was happy enough to believe that I liked James. I was happy enough to believe that I'd got over you, but then, once again, you have to ruin everything. It's like you don't want me to be happy!"

"I did it so you could be happy!"

"Can you just leave me alone, Sirius? Don't interfere. You don't have the right to interfere any more. See, only my friends have that right, and you lost my friendship when you continued to hurt me."

"But you already told me that you were over those other things!" shouted Sirius with a mixture of anger and sadness. "You can't just say you're over them, and then just bring them up when you want to blame me for something."

"Who said I can't? I was never over any of them. I just tried to ignore them. Truth is, you've been hurting me for a long time and I can't take it any more. And I lied. I'm not sorry about what I said yesterday, what you did was wrong and sick, and you should be ashamed of yourself."

"You're a right prat, you know?" Sirius said, shoving him back against the wall with force. Remus glared at him.

"You call me the prat, when you're the one using violence against someone you claim to care for."

"I don't care for you any more. Like you said, our friendship is over, and not just because you said so... it's because you're not worth it."

"Boo hoo... that's so sad," Remus said, rolling his eyes and walking out of the door.

Sirius clenched his fists, making his knuckles go white. He hadn't felt so angry since Regulus had broke up with him. After waiting for a few minutes in frozen silence, he let out a breath and walked back into the dormitory. He saw Remus sitting with Peter, talking in angry whispers. Gritting his teeth, he averted his eyes to his own bed. It was a surprise to see James sitting there looking at him expectantly. As he walked over to the bed, James looked up at him as if he were saying 'what the hell happened, mate?'

Sirius' eyes widened in anger as he shook his head and glanced at Remus. James nodded understandingly and pulled Sirius out of the dormitory. As they walked down through the common room, and through the castle, neither of them spoke. When they reached the Quidditch pitch, Sirius didn't even question James to why they were there – it was because they needed somewhere at talk. Alone.

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"HE IS PISSING ME OFF!" yelled Sirius when they finally stopped. "I JUST WANT TO- I WANT TO- GOD, I WISH I COULD JUST KILL HIM!"

"Hey! Calm down a bit. Think about what you're saying. You don't want to kill him," said James, grabbing Sirius' arms and putting them down by his side, after he'd been throwing them around frantically.

"I'm sorry," groaned Sirius. "But I can't stand him! He's just so... so... there aren't even words!"

"Be careful what you say, Sirius," said James. "He's your friend, remember."

"Friend?" laughed Sirius. "No. We aren't friends. Not any more."

"Tell me what happened," said James shortly. "We can't fix it unless you tell me."
"What makes you think I want to fix it?" Sirius asked. "Maybe I'm happier that way. I don't have to worry about him thinking he's so perfect and thinking that everyone's trying to hurt him!"

"Sirius. What happened?"

"He's a bastard."

"No, really," said James. "What happened?"

"I hate him," growled Sirius.

"Sirius... tell me what actually happened!"

"I was just going about my business when he demanded that I talk to him and he then apologised for what he said yesterday but he's not really sorry because he told me that after I said I wasn't sorry for trying to let him know that you're straight and he has no chance with you and he flipped and said that I always hurt him and he hates me and I lost his friendship and then I shoved him against the wall and he said something that made me angry and walked out."

"I didn't catch any of that," said James. "Talk slowly."

"I just don't want to talk about it," Sirius said, slightly out of breath. "Where did I go wrong, James?"

"You didn't-"

"-I did! Look at me! I'm a complete mess!" With that, he completely broke down in James' arms, letting out all of the tears that had been desperately trying to escape. Tears of anger, hurt, sadness, betrayal, loss. James didn't say anything; he held onto his best friend. Sirius couldn't believe this was happening... how un-Sirius-like. He didn't cry, and especially not in the arms of his best friend.

It could have been minutes, hours, seconds – Sirius wasn't sure – but when he broke out of the hug, he felt a hundred times better. He sniffed and nodded at James.

"Thanks," he mumbled, giving him a slight smile. James smiled back.

"It's OK. Now, do you want to tell me what happened?"

"Alright."

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