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In continuation...
The next day went by as usual, nothing seemed to be abnormal among the four friends(James, Sirius, Remus, and Peter, in case you forgot.) They ate pleasantly in the Great Hall, consuming a multitude of breakfast meals, along with some snacks from the wizarding world. Well, these observations were made only by Remus, who was the optimist in this situation and painfully oblivious to the tension between him and one Sirius Black.
The reason of such would be answered if we may inquire the raven-haired sex god himself.
Do you recall the events of the previous night? Remember how Sirius was caught in bed with another? Now, the reasons for such actions could be thought ludicrous, but to our dear Padfoot his reasons are quite sensible.
"Prongs..." he groaned to his best friend, feeling absolutely helpless.
"Don't ask for help from me, mate. You put yourself in this situation and I'm going to get you out," refused James, continuing to eat his own breakfast.
"But I didn't say anything yet, how did you know that I was going to ask for help?" he muttered, frowning at the bespectacled boy.
"I know your tone of voice."
Sirius sighed and dropped his head onto the table loudly, causing Remus to look over with worry.
"Padfoot, are you okay?" he asked with concern.
"Spiffing," he replied sarcastically.
"No need to express your moodiness on Moony," James scolded, looking to Remus in an apology for his friend.
"Sorry..." Sirius sighed again, feeling a bit guilty about his sour mood.
"It's fine," the werewolf assured cheerily. "But really, what's the matter?"
"'S nothing," he grumbled, suddenly remembering why he was so grumpy.
"It's nothing you need to worry about, right now," James said, smiling a bit.
"Oh... okay."
As the day wore on and classes were held, the marauding boys were finally allowed to lounge in their common room, two playing a game of Exploding Snap while the other two worked on homework.
"I don't bloody understand how to do this!" Sirius exclaimed, throwing up his papers in frustration.
"You won't understand if you don't pay attention," Remus explained in the nicest way he could.
"If it's so hard, then why did you even take Ancient Runes?" Peter asked.
James nudged his plump friend and gave him a look as realization hit the small boy. He mouthed and 'oh' and blushed when Sirius glared at him.
"That is an excellent question, Wormtail. Since you obviously have no interest at all in Runes, then why did you take this class?" he asked.
"Because, um..." Sirius quickly tried to come up with a good excuse that wouldn't be an obvious lie.
"Are you trying to impress a girl?" the werewolf asked, sounding a bit amused.
The raven-haired boy suppressed a laugh, thinking about how close that was to his actual reason, and nodded instead. Remus grinned to his relief.
"So who is she?" he asked.
Sirius' relief faded.
"Um... I can't tell you," he said as quick as he could.
"Why not?" the werewolf frowned.
"Because I can't."
"That's not a good reason, Padfoot."
Sirius blushed bright red, but still refused to answer. He knew his behavior was getting suspicious, but he just couldn't tell him.
"Just let it go, mate," James said gently. "He'll tell you when he's ready."
The raven haired boy looked to his best friend graciously and turned to look at the resigned expression on Remus' face.
"Alright, but it'd better be soon, I wanna know who this girl is," he grinned.
Sirius sighed and smiled back, deciding that this mess is his own fault.
For those of you who haven't guessed this already; Sirius fancies-well, I'd say beyond fancy-Remus. Hence the very reason he took Ancient Runes was to get closer to the werewolf. Oh woe is he, for his love may remain unrequited. For the time being. Anyway, as Remus was on prefect duty, and Peter sound asleep, the other two decided to have a quiet conversation with one another.
"Nice going there, Pads," James teased later when they were in the dormitory, nudging his friend with his elbow. "Real smooth."
Sirius scoffed. "Like you could do any better with Evans."
"At least she knows I fancy her."
The raven haired boy pouted and held his knees to his chest, feeling offended by the comment.
"Sorry, mate," the bespectacled boy said, smiling slightly.
"'S fine," the other replied. "You're right, and you even have the guts to confess your undying love to her everyday and continue pursuit even when you get hexed."
"Sirius, you're a Gryffindor, you can do those things too," James said trying to be helpful.
"You see, that's the problem. I know that Remus is going to be disgusted that I even think of him in that way. He'll never want to be my friend again, and then he'll tell the whole school and I'll be bullied everyday until I die," he said pessimistically.
"Woah there, mate. I think you've been hanging around Snivellous for too long."
Sirius groaned and bumped his head against the pole of his bed.
"How do you even know that Moony doesn't fancy blokes? I've never actually seen him take interest in any girls," James asked.
"Doesn't mean he fancies blokes either."
The both of them sighed.
"I'm going to go to bed," Sirius said, beginning to change.
"Right, I guess I should, too," James said.
A/N: End of chapter 2 guys. I know it's not as good as the last one, but please do rate and review!