Gotta love dares ;)... back in the past again... Review if you wanna :P Enjoy...

Remus was sat on my lap, his head rolled back over my shoulder as I breathed sweet kisses down his slender neck. The other two were perching in front of us, Peter settling a rather repulsed expression on his piggish face. Ever since the night Remus had gained his apparently ghoulish scars, Peter had become more and more adhered to his backwards opinions of our relationship, threatened slightly by manliness they emitted. Personally, I thought they fitted him nicely, the one on his face gliding pleasantly over his nose, a delicate valley cutting smoothly through his features, beautiful to the touch of my finger tips. He snuggled himself further into my arms and laughed at Peter's disgusted mumbles, presenting his collar for more endeared kisses.

"Siri, that feels wonderful."

I pressed the arc of my nose against him, my hair scattering irritatingly over my face, and grinned "Aren't I just simply irresistible?" before returning to my heated love session with his neck. His body shuddered, clearly enjoying itself, as I continued to indulge on him, until my hair fell further over my face and decided to home itself on my tongue. I drew back and rested my mouth to his ear.

"My hair is going everywhere, it's annoying. Do you think it looks ok?"

A quiet laugh rippled down him.

"Man up, Pads."

I ran my fingers through the gently spun gold that resided defiantly on his head, pecking his shoulder.

"You're a fine one to talk, my beautiful mermaid princess"

"I don't need to "man up" because I'm the feminine one and we both know that. But you, on the other hand, are not – you need to assert your dominance."

I smirked and flipped him around, pinning is fragile body to the floor, dominance asserted. He pulled me in, melting himself beneath my weight, asking for more with his sticky sweet kisses.

"Ah, so you want me to rape you to prove I'm dominant?"

"Whatever you like, Siri, whatever you like."

I nipped at his throat, leaving red marks of love, healing them with my tongue. His pulse throbbed under my lips, twitching, racing to my movements as he gripped my curls, mouth dribbling incoherent emotion, a slur of beautiful nothingness.

"Rape it is!"

His frame wrenched itself up a little, in an enquiring notion.

"Do you want me to scream like its rape, or not bother pretending like I don't enjoy it too?"

"I'd rather you didn't bother." I snarled into his collarbone and frantically pulled open the buttons of his shirt as he struggled impatiently with mine.

"Give it a rest" James sighed, gliding his muscular frame between us and crushing Remus.

I sat back and folded my arms as he rolled onto the floor once more, beginning to converse with me through a language we'd developed from looks.

"I bet you won't be able to keep off each other for a week."

Rems lifted himself upright and pouted a James.

"You're the work of the Devil, Prongs."

Leaning up to him, I held my lips on his shining hair, a hand stretched out behind him, beckoning a deal with James.

"You're on, Potter. I will win. Believe me."

Remus' eyes glistened, a small bead of water that looked surprising like a tear swelled in the crook of his eye. I would have hugged him, if my pride was not hanging itself so unstably on the line.

"James Potter, I have never detested you more in my life."

Peter drew a snide smirk and chuckled at our misfortune.

"How about we stir this up a little more? You two, how about pretending you're dating for this week? It's not as if you're actually seeing Lily yet... so it can't do too much harm."

"No way!" Remus screamed, his voice reverberating around the room, piercing our ears with the high pitch. He'd curled up into a ball, glaring out over his knees, nose poised in the dip between his legs, proof that Wormtail had triumphed.

I winked at James. This could be very fun, considering that it'd be amusing to irritate the superficial bitch that'd stolen him from me and the fact I'd liked him a lot in the first five years of Hogwarts – and, to some extent, still did.

"Sirius Black, you're not accepting it! I forbid you!"

I batted my eyelashes and pulled a sad looking face, the one I used so many times before when I'd asked him for sex. I knew it'd work.

"Fine! But try anything and there will be no more "us", got it?"

"Really, Moons? You know you love me... and I doubt you could get anyone else. Besides, this is purely with the intentions of pissing off Lily." I lied through a smirk, not obviously, not enough for Remus or Peter to notice, but for James' eyes to flash to mine and back again. He knew when I was lying – in the first year, I'd told him about the twitch in my left hand, when he'd riddled me with questions after I'd won a game of poker against a fourth year.

Remus' head emerged from the mix of face and knees and poked arrogantly at the air.

"I could find someone else and you know it."

James tousled his messy black hair and lazily rolled his eyes to look at him.

"If you're so confident, prove yourself."

Before Peter could even contemplate laughing, Remus was looking at him with daggers.

"You're not getting out of this, Pettigrew. You need to prove yourself as well. Go steal Professor Mirella's underwear."

"What, no, that's unfair. All you have guys have to do is snog people for a week. It's not happening."

"Yes it is. Do you think what we're doing is easy? I think you would have worked out how much I love this guy." His gaze snapped to James "Oh, and if you damage my property, I might just damage you in places you'd rather I didn't."

A low whistle slipped from James' lips as he winced at the thought.

"Atta, boy. Rems never breaks his promises." I grinned at the lack of enthusiasm that radiated off him.

"Come on now, Peter needs to complete his dare."

When we got down to the common room, Lily was sat studying, stacks of books beside her. I took it as a prime opportunity and grabbed James, kissing him violently on the lips as she turned to see who had come down the stairs. It was a cruel way to amuse myself, I know, but it was amusement, nonetheless. Moony "ran away" as Lily stood to face me, a gleam of hatred sparking in her eye. Then, she slapped me. The girl actually slapped me.

"How could you do that to Rems?"

"It was only a matter of time – I eat boys for breakfast." I shrugged and strolled hand in hand in hand out of the common room with James to complete Peter's dare.

But, it was Peter.

We were the Marauders.

So, of course,

It ended

In disaster.