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Gryffindor parties were always the best parties. There was no doubt about this. Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin had nothing on the house of the mighty lion when it came to celebrating a victory, for their festivities were never quite as long, as loud, as rowdy, as decorated, nor with quite so much food. Even Peter Pettigrew, a Gryffindor sixth year who had taken three weeks in his first year to finally use the Lumos charm properly, knew how utterly spectacular his house was in this field.

Yet, for the four Marauders of this very same house who were, in fact, the only "marauders" in the entire school, Gryffindor parties felt far more important than they did in other students� eyes. For one thing, it was the four of them who were mostly responsible for the greatness of their celebrations, what with their easy access to food, love for conjuring up excessively boisterous decorations, and two member�s tendency to keep the party alive no matter what it took. However, it was also partially because of what happened after McGonagall had shouted at her house several times, party remains had been cleaned up, and the students had returned to their dorms when the Marauders truly enjoyed themselves. Just the four of them, dear friends, lounging in their open four-posters, lingering back in the Common Room in front of dying embers, perhaps risking a journey about the castle under James Potter�s invisibility cloak. Though James and Sirius Black were attention whores, Peter would actually find an occasional person to speak with, and Remus Lupin enjoyed watching all from the sidelines, their simple togetherness after such excitement could be described by each one as pure, simple, calming bliss, even if it was not always so calm.

Tonight, the four were not in their dormitory, nor were they under a cloak. Rather, they were alone together in the Gryffindor Common Room, a small fire rekindled from the tip of James�s wand dancing slowly upon its ash-shadowed hearth. The room around them was spotless, House Elves having already come and gone without a sound. Their own little area, however, was not quite so tidy. Bottles of butterbeer and boxes of sweets, both empty and not yet so, lay strewn over the floor and two end tables that lay on either side of a scarlet couch. This couch, these tables, and two chairs that were same make of the couch all surrounded the silent fire, the couch facing directly at it while the chairs faced naught but each other. In one of these chairs sat an exhausted-looking Peter, the other holding a James who was wide awake. Sirius, who was currently straddling the arm nearest James, and Remus, who was stretched out on his back, had taken up the couch for themselves.

Currently, James was listening intently and entertainedly to Sirius, who was giving full details on his previous night with a rather busty Hufflepuff. Lupin was also intent, though far from entertained. Peter yawned.

"Wassa� matter, Wormtail?" James asked suddenly as Sirius brought his sexual play-by-play to an end. "You can�t possibly be tired yet!"

"I�m tired," Remus commented, peering at James with bloodshot eyes.

"That�s because you�re a prick." This was from a Sirius who was obviously upset at not being the center of the universe anymore.

"It�s because I was attacked by a gruesome beast when I was a child," the werewolf snapped back, perhaps a bit more testily than he had intended to. "If you haven�t noticed," he went on, oddly wishing to rub some guilt in the other�s ego, "the full moon isn�t too far away."

"You�ve got weeks," Sirius said, arrogance particularly strong that night.

"One week. There�s a difference, Padfoot."

A laugh suddenly burst from James, who had been watching the two bicker with great amusement.

"God, you two are a riot."

"Oh, go dunk your head in a toilet, Prongs." Though normally something like this would have come from the mouth of the Black among them, it came from the werewolf instead.

James smirked.

"Oh, go kiss and make up, you two."

"You know what, Moony? I think that toilet idea sounds quite brilliant. Would you like to assist me in helping our dear Jamie carry it out?"

"I�m still upset with you," was all he replied, rolling onto his stomach.

"Dammit, Father! You�ve got Mother�s panties in a bunch!"

James laughed again, though neither Sirius nor Remus cracked a smile. Rather, both flushed slightly. Peter only snored.

Feeling the atmosphere change drastically from good to bad, James quickly chose to change the subject.

"Bloody great prat always falls asleep first. Shall we hex him a lesson?"

A look from Remus shot him as quickly and fiercely as a well-aimed arrow.

"All right! I get the point, little mister Prefect�"

"But if not that, what else is there to do?" Sirius whined, legs now propped up on an arm of James�s chair.

"Sleep," came the short, mumbled word from Remus�s mouth. His eyes closed drowsily and his arms folded under his cheek.

"Not you too!" James exclaimed, not loud enough to wake anyone in their dorms, yet enough to startle Peter�s eyes open.

Sirius shoved a half-full butterbeer under the sleepy teen�s chin. "Have a swig, mate! You can�t go to bed now� Look! Even Peter�s up!"

"Only because you two woke me!" the blonde one piped up, arms crossing huffily over his chest.

A long, deep sigh brushed past Remus�s lips. In an awfully rushed and forced manner, he downed the bottle and glared sharply at Sirius.

"Satisfied?"

"Very."

"Good." His eyes shut once more, head back down on both arms, one of the pair loosely holding the now empty bottle.

"Moony? Fuck� Moony?"

Yet Sirius�s words were no use; Remus was fast asleep.

"Way to go, Padfoot," James sighed sarcastically.

"Don�t think I won�t fulfill that toilet scheme, Prongs."

"I�d love to see you try."

"Would you now?"

"You bet your ass I would, buddy."

Oh, it was on.

"Then perhaps I will, mate."

"Don�t delay any further then, pal."

"Oh, will you two shut up already!" Peter sighed, watching them with a mixture of amusement and exasperation. "You�ll wake him like you did me!"

"Good!" Sirius shouted, perhaps more loudly than he should have. Yet after this word, none of the three spoke. They were all too busy listening to the soft moan that was not from a Marauder who was awake. All eyes turned to peer at the sleeping, moaning Moony.

Sirius cracked a spiteful grin, though it wasn�t nearly as large as James�s.

"I wonder what-"

"Who, you mean," Sirius chuckled, interrupting James.

"Who he�s dreaming about, then�"

"Maybe it�s that brilliant little Ravenclaw bird he�s always yapping about." As Remus let out another hushed moan, Sirius changed his voice into an imitation of a breathy and quick-worded Moony. "�Mia offered me extra help for potions again today. I�ve told her countless times that I have you two for that, but she doesn�t seem to believe that you�d help me! Don�t blame her, but I really can�t see why she�s constantly got to badger me about it�� Honestly, that boy has got to find himself some balls and figure out what she�s really after."

Yet his Remus-bashing ceased momentarily as all gazes floated back to the sleeping teen. His back had arched and his breaths began to come more briefly and swiftly.

Both Sirius and James cracked enormous grins at this.

"Don�t speak," James said, exchanging a bright look with Sirius. "I�d like for this moment to be forever etched into my memory. Sound and everyth-"

Yet he never finished his last word. Shock had overtaken not only him, but Sirius and Peter as well. Remus�s hand had moved.

However, it wasn�t simply the hand that moved. It was the item in his hand that moved, and where it moved to. As the bottle touched Remus�s lips, his hot, moist breath fogged its insides. His mouth opened slightly wider than it had been, and his pink tongue slowly slid out and began to trace the glass rim.

There was no laughter on any of the Marauders� faces. Instead, they were all a mixture of confusion and faint disbelief. Was Moony dreaming what they thought he was? Not many girl parts looked like a bottle, and surely none could have a tongue dart through its opening as the werewolf�s was doing now.

The tongue withdrew into Remus�s mouth, though his fantasy did not seem quite over with yet. Rather, it greatly intensified as he moaned, arched, and closed his lips around the tip of the bottle. Slowly and carefully, with a grace none of the boys had seen come from even a girl before, Remus allowed more and more of the bottle to slip into his mouth until it was quite full. The next time the rest of his body moved and a moan escaped him, it was not with an arched spine. Instead, it was from forcefully jerked hips.

"Fuck�" was all Sirius could murmur under his breath. James nodded, though seemed unable to tear his eyes from their still-dreaming friend. Peter stayed completely still and silent.

Then, as though someone had placed life in rewind, Remus slowly pulled the bottle from his mouth. It stopped just as the tip reached his lips. Yet again he arched. Again he bucked. Again he moaned. Then his lips parted, as though about to speak. All three thought- knew that he was about to speak a name.

"What are your four still doing down here?!"

The name was lost in Professor McGonagall�s roar of fury.

The three who were awake started, leaping from their seats in surprise. Remus only jerked awake and upright. His cheeks were violently flushed.

"It is four o�clock in the morning! Bed� Now!"

And, as though suddenly dogs with a newspaper raised threateningly behind them, they scrambled their way up the boy�s staircase and out of sight.
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