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A/N: Hey all. Just to explain about
this story and the pairings. It is sort of a mix. Primarily, it is a
Remus/Sirius fic, but there is also Remus/Severus and
dreamt Remus/Sirius/Severus. All will become clear,
just know that Remus has an overactive imagination! Please read and review if
you can. This is pretty much timeline compliant, in that it takes place in the
Marauder�s 6^th Year at Hogwarts and the Epilogue takes place after
the events of October 31^st 1981.

Also, the first chapter is shorter
than the rest, and in time a sequel will probably be written but I can�t tell
you why, or that�d ruin the ending.

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January 1977

Remus heard
one of the tower windows open with a bang as it swung back and hit the wall. He
winced waiting for the shattering sound of glass, but
it didn�t come, only voices. Annoyed, he threw the book he was reading off his
lap and moved to get up, but faltered when he actually listened to the
conversation.

�I�m by the window, what more do you want?� Sirius muttered.

�You out of the window,� James replied. �My
mum smelt smoke on my clothes at Christmas and went mad.�

�Since when
have you cared if your mum went up the wall at you?� Sirius asked, amused.

�I do when
she threatens to search my room for cigarettes.�

�But there
weren�t any in there!�

�Yeah but
there were other incriminating items which are not for my aging mother�s eyes,�
Remus could almost see the eye roll James would be giving Sirius. �And, anyway. You know that Remus will get all prefect on you if he sees you smoking again.�

�But I�m smoking out of the bloody window!� Sirius hissed. �It�s not like I�m
breathing it in his face.�

�Yeah well,
wolf nose and all that, he can smell it on you from fifty feet. I don�t think I
can take another overprotective argument where you both throw things around the
dorm again.�

Remus
scowled. You do something once and
everyone holds it against you for life.

�I ducked
pretty fast,� Sirius said, Remus could hear the smile
in his voice. �Look. Maybe if you�ll shut up, he won�t notice. He�s on his bed
pretending to be reading anyway. Though I�m pretty sure he�s heard the whole
conversation because you don�t know when to keep your mouth shut.�

Remus
groaned and threw open the curtains on his four-poster. �I wasn�t pretending to read, I was actually
trying. You know, for some of us, natural brilliance just doesn�t exist.�

He climbed
off the bed, walked to the window, tugged the cigarette out of Sirius� hand,
stubbed it out on the windowsill, and sent it sailing down the side of the
tower. �And I don�t care. They�re bad for you.�

�They�re
not like Muggle cigarettes,� Sirius protested for what was probably the
hundredth time. �They�re just herbs, mixed together.�

�Herbs
which make you high,� James snorted, but suddenly became very interested in straightening
his bed when Sirius threw him a murderous glance.

�I�m going
to start charging you for every one you throw away,� Sirius informed Remus,
reaching out to shut the window exhaling the last mouthful of smoke he�d held
on to as he did so. �And that way maybe you�ll give up and leave me alone
because you�d be bankrupt in three days.�

�Really, insulting how much money I have isn�t the best way to endear me to
your cause,� Remus shook his head and walked back to his bed, opening the
curtains all the way and straightening the cover where he�d been sitting on it
for two hours.

It was a
stark contrast to Sirius� own bed: rumpled, messy, and never made until the
house elves got to it. The mess surrounding the bed meant it could only be his,
too. �And tidy that pile of crap up,� Remus turned to face him.

�Inspection�s
not till Friday,� Sirius threw himself on the bed with his hands under his head
and a smile on his face.

�You two
are just raring for a fight today, aren�t you?� James looked between them. �I�m
getting out of here. Don�t throw any of my stuff.�

The door
closed with a bang and Remus stared at it, a crease appearing in between his
brows.

�Happy now?� Sirius got up again and sauntered over to Remus, leaning against the
bedpost.

�Happy that you�re trying to slowly addle your brain? No.� Remus muttered, putting the
book back on the table next to his bed. �Happy that you
chased James out of the room? No. Happy that lately every conversation
we have ends up like this? NO.�

�I didn�t
chase James out of here, you fucking did,� Sirius held up his hands, the first
true signs of annoyance appearing on his face.

�Maybe we
both did,� Remus shrugged, keeping calm in a way that totally infuriated Sirius
beyond words, like usual.

�We fight a
lot more than we used to,� Sirius pressed on, hoping to goad a reaction out of
him.

�Well,
maybe if you didn�t try to wind me up at every possible opportunity, we
wouldn�t.�

�Maybe if you stopped stealing my cigarettes we wouldn�t either.�

Remus
finally stared at him, looking at his face, much more handsome than his own. Getting distracted by his face won�t help
you right now.

�I�m a
prefect, I have to take them,� Remus shrugged.

�But I�m
your friend.�

�And I
already let you get away with murder,� Remus replied slowly.

�Oh are you
STILL hung up on that Snivellus thing? Because really, it was ages ago. I used to think I was
pretty good at holding grudges but Merlin, Remus, you�re really taking the
biscuit on that one.�

�It�s not
about that,� Remus lowered his eyes to the floor and turned away to look out at
the grounds, covered in a fresh blanket of January snow. They�d only been back
after Christmas for two days.

�It clearly
is,� Sirius replied, but couldn�t be bothered taking the argument further now
it had reverted to the usual gripe. He turned on his heel and left the
dormitory, letting the door bang behind him like James had.

�Run away,
like usual,� Remus muttered over his shoulder to his departed friend, and
exhaled, steaming up the window.

He was
getting tired of the constant arguments, even though he knew it was his own
pent up tension that was causing most of them. Two years ago he would have just
let Sirius smoke out of the window without thinking about it, let him turn the
dormitory into a tip and do whatever the hell he wanted. But then two years ago
he wasn�t in love with him.

His heart
quickened in his chest and he tried to ignore it. The way he felt was so
intense he was convincing himself it was a side affect of being a teenage
werewolf� surely no human could feel so utterly besotted and devoted to someone
they loved? It literally burned through his veins, every time Sirius moved,
swore, spoke, laughed. And when he hung out of the window puffing away it was
like someone lit a fire beneath Remus and he couldn�t stop until he�d removed
the offending article from the hand of the boy he loved.

Sirius�
face swum before him and he sighed. Go
away. Still the face remained and Remus ran a hand over his face. Sixteen and desperately in
love. First time you�ve ever
been a clich� in your life. He could still see the handsome, smooth face in
front of him, black hair absolutely gleaming, the way it always did. Remus
often spent hours at a time thinking of what it�d be like to have that hair to
himself, to stroke and run his fingers through. Thinking of that made him react
in a way which made him glad the dormitory was empty. He glanced at the door,
and at the time, wondering if he had the time to fully elaborate on the
thoughts. It would be time for dinner soon and he needed to make sure he ate,
to keep his strength up, or Sirius, of all people, would get protective of him.

Yes. The
full moon�s wax and wane certainly made Sirius adapt his attitude for the short
time, when he became so protective he nearly smothered Remus every month. Since
his feelings had changed, Remus found it both exhilarating and stifling, to
have such attention. The way he was never without food, never without potions
to help him, never without an arm around his shoulders if he whimpered in pain
when he moved. Deciding he�d risk it, he threw himself on the bed and pulled
the curtains closed before thrusting his hand into his trousers and grabbing
the erection already growing there. He�d lost count of the times he�d done this
in the last year. As he stroked up and down, his thoughts turned, unavoidably,
to Sirius.

His main
fantasy was that one night, Sirius would simply just appear between the
curtains on his bed, half dressed, slip into his bed, whisper that he was in
love with him and immediately start kissing him, running his hands all over his
body and end up entangled with him, pushing against him, loving him. Fat chance. Remus
tried to concentrate. He sped up his hand, ignoring the ache in his wrist. He
knew there were other ways to do this, that he didn�t
have to use his hand �he could use a spell if he wanted, and that would be even
easier to believe that it was Sirius doing it. Too
believable. Bitterly, as he chewed his lip and withheld a groan, Remus
knew he couldn�t get too carried away and that the spells would only let his
mind run away with his balls. And so he kept going with his hand.

But just
because he knew he shouldn�t get carried away, didn�t mean he could stop it.
Another groan tried to escape from his lips as he envisaged Sirius� mouth wrapped
around the tip of his erection, licking gently, like a cat would lap at milk it
knew would never be taken away� lazily, slowly, enjoying it purely because it
had the time to. Swallowing, he thought of how he�d slide his head forward,
taking more of Remus in his mouth, all the while looking up at him, brown eyes
meeting the dark grey-black with intensity unknown, and he�d groan in
appreciation. With a jerk, Remus was finished, his hand sticky, face hot and a
feeling of shame creeping through him, like always.

He stayed
still for a while, trying to shake off the feeling of embarrassment which, no
matter what he did, always came after he�d finished touching himself whilst
thinking about Sirius. It made it ten times worse �if he couldn�t enjoy doing
it, how on earth did he expect to be able to tell Sirius about it? That thought
replaced the embarrassment with full on fear, the thought of turning to the
eldest heir of the �most noble and ancient House of Black� and saying �I think
about you every night, love me?�

Remus was
dragged from his thoughts with a jump as the dormitory door banged open again
and voices came with the bodies. He froze, hand still wet and in his trousers.

�Awh, he�s sulking,� Remus heard Sirius say in an acid tone,
as he rummaged around in his trunk.

�Oh give it
a bloody rest,� James said. �I don�t want to sneak out with you if you�re going
to be sodding moaning all night long about Remus.�

Well. At least if he�s moaning about
me, he�s thinking about me. Yes, Remus would take that if it was all he could get.
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