Disclaimer: I know we've gone over this J.K. Rowling is British, I am a Yank, so I couldn't possible own Harry Potter.

A/N: I've gotten a few reviews asking about HEA, and after some thought I've figured out what it means. Happily Ever After! Are our boys going to get a HEA? We'll just have to wait and see, I will tell you this for this chapter...Please don't hate me.

Chapter 8

January 1977

I had done it several times before, but they were usually in the mornings when Remus had woken up wrapped around me. One January day, the Saturday after we had gotten back from Christmas Holiday, had been different. I had seen the dawn light in the window before I even realized I was awake. When you wake up beside the ones you dream of, that must happen a lot. Not knowing if that was the real one or your dream one, especially when your dreams can't truly imitate the real one, they just aren't good enough. My arm was thrown over Remus and Sirius' waists, my hand rubbing circles on the back of my dark-haired lover's back. I stretched, careful not to wake them, it was too early for them, but my mind was too alert to go back to sleep.

Looking down as I sat up I was struck by a thought that seemed to grab my attention at the worst of times. I shared a bed with the most beautiful men in the world, tell me I'm wrong, and I'll ask for a picture of someone better. Then I'll proceed to tell you why he doesn't even begin to compare to my pups.

Sirius with his shaggy black hair that was made just for my hands to run through, and find that spot just behind his ear that made his eyes droop in ecstasy. His pale skin, that, unlike certain other pale skinned people that ran around the school looking sick. Sirius looked like a porcelain doll, and his lips, and he'd kill me for saying this, but were just a little darker then a normal pink that they had to be called red. It wasn't that he looked like Snow White, and I got to be the Prince Charming that woke him up, but at the same time it was.

Remus with his neat sandy-brown hair that sparkled in the sun, and fell in a way that was so reminiscent of the beauty of a wolf's coat. Even the scars that dragged across his face, one cutting just above his eye, one falling from one side of his face across his nose and to the other side, and one cutting just under his lip falling off his chin. If one was to remove the scars from his face he would look just like every other boy in the world, no one would be able to tell that he wasn't the same as everyone else. Yet if one was to remove the scars from his face he would not look like Remus. He wasn't a monster, as Sirius and I constantly reminded him. He was Remus, not boy, not monster, just Remus.

My stomach rumbled as I watched my boys sleeping, curled together. Remus with his head tucked under Sirius' chin, and their arms locked together pulling the other as close to their selves as they could. I couldn't help but smile as their beauty hit me, and I sent up a prayer of thankfulness that with my normal hazel eyes, and my messy hair, and my glasses, they allowed me to call them mine. Sure they had said I was beautiful a time or two, but with them it was actually true.

"I love you," I whispered as I brushed a kiss against Remus' temple.

"Wuv woo," he mumbled sleepily, but I couldn't even shush him back to sleep before he had returned to the dreamland.

"I love you," I whispered as I brushed a kiss against Sirius' temple.

"Love you too," he said clearer.

"Go back to sleep," I told him. "I'm going to go get an early breakfast, I'll bring you two up some so you can eat in bed. How does that sound, breakfast in bed?"

"Best boyfriend ever," Sirius answered, the sleep in his voice still present. I laughed as he fell back asleep and I slid off of the bed.

It wasn't until I was walking down the stairs to the Common Room that I realized he had called me his boyfriend. Sure we'd said lovers, love, baby, and a thousand other terms of endearment, but never had we called each other by those labels. Those labels that the rest of the world used to show that they belonged to someone. Lovers sometimes could show that possession, but it also could mean that a married man had someone on the side. That married man, even if he and his mistress thought differently, did not own his mistress. She was free to do whatever she wanted without thinking about what it would do to him, except certain things. Being someone's boyfriend, belonging to and with someone else, that meant there was just more then yourself to consider when making a decision in your life, it would effect someone else. I belonged to them, that was what those chains around our necks meant. My life, the decisions that I made, effected them as well.

It seemed that I was not the only one awake at a time no human being should be required to wake on a Saturday morning. I'm not even sure why I had waken earlier then usual, I just had, and when my stomach ordered food, I did as it bid. Sitting in front of the fire, with a book in her hands, was a red-head girl. Though I could not see them, I knew she had several freckles that dotted around her nose, and green almond-shaped eyes that could hold one entranced for days. I used to go to bed dreaming about those eyes, those freckles, and that hair. That was before, it felt like such a long time ago, as though a different lifetime, a life where my world didn't spin on the axis of Sirius and Remus.

"Ello Lily," I called out, and suppressed a laugh when she jumped.

"Oh, James," she usually called me Potter, but I had gotten much better about the bullying thing since Remus started rewarding me when I held back the urge to hex someone. We still pranked every one in the school, but I had stopped finding certain targets and hexing them just for the fun of it. Sure it still would have been fun, but it would have been nothing compared to being pulled behind a tapestry, having my pants dropped before I could ask what was going on, and having my cock taken into his warm mouth. Yes, that was much better then being a bully. "You scared me."

"I'm sorry," I laughed slightly, and she joined me. It was a nice laugh, musical in quality. Yet it wasn't a bark that shot straight through me forcing me to make that bark sound again. It wasn't a howl that filled my ears until the only thing I could focus on was the face of the laughter's owner, and have a need to cause that howl to echo again.

"How are you?" She asked when our laughter had died down. "We haven't...spoken," she chose instead of the list of other words she could have, "in a long time."

"Lily," I said smiling sweetly at her. The green eyes locking with mine still made my tummy flutter, but it wasn't quiet the same twitch my body gave when gray and brown eyes locked with mine be it when we were alone or in a crowd of people. "We were partners in transfiguration class two days ago." I pointed out to her.

"Yes, but" she started. "We only talked about class, and turning the mouse into cheese, which is quiet ironic, with a possibility of cannibalistic, and totally disgusting." We laughed.

"You said that Thursday," I reminded her.

"Did I?" I nodded. "Yes, I guess I did. But how are you?"

"I'm good, and you?" It was no better then asking her if we were having nice weather out today, but five months ago I would have just been happy she wasn't calling me an "arrogant toerag." Today, I was fine with the small talk before I had to rush downstairs and get my boyfriends some food.

"I've been well, actually, don't know if you want to hear this, but Cormac and I have been dating since late October. He said that he wished he could have asked me long before then, but he was so afraid you would turn your attentions away from Severus if he dared to." We laughed at this too, and I nodded that I probably would have. "Thank-you, for you know, stopping, he's a good guy James."

"Are you falling for him?" I asked, truly hoping she had found even a dash of the happiness I had.

"No," she answered with a mischievous smirk. "I already have."

"Good, you deserve to be happy." I said honestly, and she looked at me questioningly. "There comes a time when a person has to figure out that what they wish for will never be theirs. That time has come for me Lily, and now all I wish for is for you to be happy." She smiled sheepishly at my explanation. Sure it had been some what of a lie. I did want her to be happy, but I didn't suddenly just stop chasing after her. I didn't even suddenly stop wanting her. I just wanted someone more, two someones, but still I wanted them more, and I didn't need to chase them. I had what I wanted more than I wanted her.

"James," she asked looking up at me, and putting her book on the table in front of her. "I never told anyone this, not even Alice, who is my best friend, in fear that it would get out to the rest of the school. There was one thing that I always, sort of, wanted to do." She said as she walked towards me.

"What's that?" I asked looking down at her confused.

"This," She said as she wrapped her hand around the back of my neck, and pulled me to her for a soft kiss. Unlike the few kisses other girls had forced me into over the last few months, this was gentle. It took me by surprise, but it wasn't forced. I knew that if she let me I could push her away, where as the other girls always made any attempts to get away seem as though I wanted to kiss harder.

Her lips were soft and smooth, and tasted like cherries. It had been a while since I had kissed a girl that I enjoyed kissing, probably because I always thought about Remus and Sirius and the way they waited only a moment before begging to let their tongues explore my mouth. This was just the soft press of lips against my own. There was no beg for entry, no force to keep me still, no hands rubbing against anywhere. It would have been nice too, except for the fact that I realized as I kissed her, that I missed the twitch I felt as my kisses begin to turn my boyfriends on.

"Yes, I always thought that would be nice." She said when she let me go moments after she had pulled me to her.

"What about Cormac?" I asked with my brow raised.

"I won't tell if, you won't." She said with a smile. I wasn't going to tell. That would be a great thing to start spreading around the school. I could see it now.

"Is there something you would like to tell us?" Sirius would ask when he had me cornered in our bedroom.

"About what?" I could try the innocent route.

"A certain red-head, and what the hell her lips were doing on my boyfriend's?" He would ask, starting off in a calm voice that would quickly escalate.

"Oh that," still I would pretend to be innocent. "She kissed me."

"And you expect me to believe you didn't kiss her back?" Sirius would ask with a glare.

"Of course he did, he still wants her too." Remus would say in that way he did whenever the subject of the red-head was brought up.

Who knows what would happen then. Sirius would be mad, and Remus would act like he could share with another if the time came when he needed too. Sirius would do one of two things in his anger, and whatever Sirius came up with for punishment Remus would go along with. He would either toss me on our bed and fuck me until I couldn't remember anyone else name but Sirius and Remus', or I would be ordered to sleep on my own bed until he got over it.

"That didn't answer my question." I said.

"I don't know James, I still love him, and even though kissing you was nice, it wasn't kissing him." She answered, and I nodded.

"Kissing you was nice, it wasn't kissing him." I pretended to repeat, but actually I was agreeing. Sure when the girl wasn't forcing me to keep my lips pressed to hers, girls were still nice. They were soft with curves in all the right places, and little things only they could do to entrance your attention. Not to mention they were magical, but that was a crude joke. Remus knew I wasn't gay, he knew Sirius wasn't gay. We were bisexuals, we still checked out the girls at the school, we just didn't want them. Not like we wanted him.

"Well I was off to the kitchens for an early breakfast," I said as I stepped around the red-head I had once called the love of my life. She bid me a good-bye, and returned to her book. I hurried down to the house-elves, who were happy to pile loads of food together for me, and I rushed back up to my room.

"Oh, loves of my life, my only true loves, my world, reasons for which I breathe, and my heart continues to beat." I said as I pulled the curtain open and dropped the food onto the bed beside them. "I bare gifts." I grinned when they turned to look at me like I had lost my marbles. Instantly they were up, and knelling on the large bed where the food had piled.

"I love you," Remus said as he grabbed a chocolate frog box, that had mysteriously made it's way onto the tray. It had nothing to do with me asking for as many of them as they possible could get on it with some actual breakfast things as well. He turned to me before opening the box and tugged me into a kiss, moments after his lips touched mine his tongue was begging for entrance and I gladly accepted. Kissing her had been nice, but it wasn't kissing him.

"You take such good care of us," Sirius said as Remus let me go, and dragged me into another mind blowing kiss. There had been a time when I would have given everything to have the kiss I had gotten first that morning, but now that time was long past. That kiss couldn't hold a candle to the one I was currently involved with. The one where Sirius had twisted us so he could straddle me as he pressed my back against the bed, never once letting his lips and tongue leave mine. Lily's kiss didn't compare to the gentle rock of Sirius' hips as he made his pelvis meet mine, and I felt his ache, the need only Remus and I could stir up in him.

"Eat you mangy mutt," I said when he pulled away.

"I plan too," he said as he grabbed a cereal bar and opened it over me. Some of the crumbs fell off of it as he ripped it open and he leaned down to lick them off of my shirt. I laughed and pushed him off of me so that I could grab one of the donuts and shut up the rumbles of my stomach once and for all, that morning.

Muffins, donuts, scones, and bars were passed around as we chowed down in our bed that early morning. Remus even shared a few of the chocolate frogs with us, saying that we should always remember how much he loved us as he did it. "I love yous," and kisses were swapped as we picnicked in the confines of our bed curtains. It was in this world that only we existed, where we could tell and show how much we cared for each other. I had gotten dressed before going to the kitchens, but Sirius and Remus were only wearing their pajama bottoms.

Sirius had gotten Remus and I several gifts, that he said still didn't compare to our own, for Christmas. Remus had gotten a book, and I had gotten a new set of quidditch gloves. Sirius had also gotten three sets of the same pajama bottoms, I say set because to have had a pair would have been two, and there were three in each set he had gotten. A blue one with silver colored stripes running down the side, Remus' favorite colors. Another with quaffles, bludgers, snitches, and beater bats all over them. As well as a pair of black silk ones. That way we always matched when we snuggled into bed together.

Since they were only in the blue and silver bottoms, their necklaces were easily seen hanging around their necks. In the world that our curtains hid us in, we could show them to each other, a reminder of the vows and promises we were making to each other with each "I love you" we uttered. In this world we could lean over and kiss the path of the chain, and suck the cool metal icons into our mouths tasting the one that wore the necklace on the back of the white gold full moon. In this world, it was just my beautiful pups and me.

A/N: Ah, psst...James, Remus and Sirius aren't the only pups. You're a love sick puppy! So, that kiss? Anybody having any thoughts they'd like to share with me? How about on the breakfast in bed? Good, bad, sweet? You all know the rules, I get three and you get another one...or I'm ten chapters out so maybe I'll just continue to post one each day. It's up to you.