A/N: Bonjour my petite pallys! It is me, the Cotton Candy Kiss with some lovely lovable RemusSirius slash. Read it, you know you want to! And also, review. Because reviewing makes you cool . Also, if you want to flame, go right ahead. I will eat them. Anyways… Remus + Company are going into their sixth year, and Remus has just turned sixteen. Just thought I'd clear that up… Now, read, my young padawan learner! Or something…

Disclaimer: I disclaim.

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As he opened the gigantic tome, the smell of something decayed met his nostrils. Remus wrinkled his nose and pulled away from the book, waving his arms above it franticly and wishing he could do a Sweet Smell Charm without getting the Ministry of Magic on his back. Twelve more months and two more years of Hogwarts and he would be finally free. Well, not exactly. It would be almost impossible to get a job or a house because of his condition…

Shaking his head slightly, as if to dislodge those unhappy thoughts, Remus looked back at the book that his father had found in the cellars of Florish and Blotts where he worked, and bought for apparently three Knuts. His manager called it "utterly worthless garbage about the finer points of being a werewolf".

And now it was sitting, smelling of dead squirrels, on Remus's bed. The pages were yellowed and torn and the ink was fading in most places. Pinching his nostrils, the boy peered closer to decipher the words. It seemed to be the title page that he was poking with his nose.

Useful Information about the Finer Points of Being a Werewolf

By Anonymous

Remus slowly turned the page to see the table of contents, with what looked like over fifty different sections, their names all crammed into one pageMost were illegible, and one seemed to hold information about the uses of squirrels during transformation. The only chapter title that was not half faded read "Chapter Twelve: Human and Werewolf Interaction". That seemed vaguely normal, so the young werewolf carefully turned the thin, flimsy pages to Chapter Twelve.

What had promised to be interesting seemed to be drabbling about how hated werewolves are, and how friends should be picked carefully, and how to avoid being shot with silver bullets. It was only the last passage of the chapter that was vaguely interesting, though not very perplexing to little Remus.

Lastly, it is quite dangerous for werewolves to recklessly fall in love, because there is a chance, especially in younger werewolves, that if the Love is not reciprocated then the Wolf will become so crazy that transformations may become longer (i.e. two or three days, even in the daylight) until the Werewolf in question does not return to human form. I, myself, strongly recommend not falling in love. For tips how to not fall in love, go to Appendix F, Section 10, Sub-section 4

Remus snorted quietly, and pulled the place-holding ribbon into that page and letting the book close with a groan, like a door in need of an oil job. He vowed to look at it again sometime as he shoved it into his half-packed trunk, ready for Hogwarts in a few days.

He lay back down on his bed, the afternoon sun pouring through the open window across the boys face. Although his house was nice, Hogwarts was really more of a home than this place. His parents seemed to be constantly afraid of him, constantly doing things for him, trying to be nice like he was a guest and they were the hosts, never parental, always polite. Remus couldn't remember ever being reprimanded after he got bitten. Of course, that was to be expected. His parents had never been fond of werewolves, and they never would, especially since they refused to try to understand them. They acted like Remus would attack them if they got him angry, or anything.

But at Hogwarts…

Sirius, James, and Peter were never polite to him. They would tell him, in excruciating detail, what a pathetic nerd he was for studying on Sunday, or for taking notes in History of Magic, or that he really needs to cut his hair. It was strange, but it was almost nice to be mocked, in a friendly way of course. Anything was better than being in a house where he was treated like he was some fourth cousin staying for the weekend – awkward and quiet and empty. Only three more days of that, thank Merlin.

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Purple smoke burst up in a long, skinny stream from the train. Mr. and Mrs. Lupin waved with false smiles as their son dragged his trunk onto the train, then dispersing as soon as he was out of their sight. Remus shook his head sadly, but brushed it off as he tugged his trunk along, peering into the compartments to find one of his fellow Marauders.

Eventually he reached one of the back compartments, in which Sirius was sitting lazily, setting fire to what looked like chocolate frogs. Remus smiled warily as he stowed his trunk away.

"Hey, Sirius." He said, trying to suppress a chuckle as Sirius missed the frog that he had levitating in front of him and setting the soft red seat across from him on fire. Sirius muttered a spell quietly and the fire went out, before grinning widely at his friend.

"Bonjour, Remus. I have been catching up on mon Français over the summer and I know three whole words!" He said brightly as another sugary amphibian blazed beside his head. Remus stared at him blankly, blinked, and then sat down carefully.

"So, is it very French to set fire to candy?" He said after a while, as Sirius didn't seem to be relenting on his arson approach to chocolate removal.

"No. My mom gave them to me. Poisoned, the lot of them. You see, Slughorn taught me this trick and I've done it on all my food since. You know, to see if something is poisoned or not." Sirius replied calmly, as though it was perfectly normal for mothers to poison their sons. It was in his family, at least.

Remus smiled bitterly. "Well, at least she pays attention enough to you to realize that you are the scum of her blood and the filth of her flesh." Sirius looked up sharply.

"Parents still treating you like that a guest?" He asked, looking around with a growl, as if his friend's parents would be in here. Remus nodded indifferently. Sirius sighed, but didn't say anything. He knew Remus didn't do anything about his parents, and that he couldn't make him. They sat in a peaceful silence for a few minutes, until James and Peter burst into the compartment, shaking with laughter. Sirius looked vaguely amused, but Remus simply stared them down until they talked.

"We bewitched Evan's trunk so whenever she touches it, it flies away from her!" Peter sputtered out. Sirius's smile brightened, and he congratulated them. Remus, however, shook his head.

"You know James, she's going to know it was you."

"Yes."

"And she hates it when you jinx people."

"Yes."

"So maybe, just maybe, she will use this as another reason to hate you."

Realization dawned on James's face. For a moment, the werewolf thought his friend might understand, but soon James was laughing again.

"But it was just so funny-"

All of a sudden a trunk burst through the door of the carriage, followed by a smug-looking red-headed girl.

"You boys are so juvenile! And, weren't you paying attention in Charms when Flitwick told us the exact counter curse to your silly hex so it would backfire on the caster?"

Indeed, it had backfired on James, who was now half-buried beneath the rubble of the broken door and Lily's huge, heavy trunk.

"Sometimes I think you are a little too good at Charms, Evans. Wingardium Leviosa." The trunk rose sullenly into the air, and James dragged himself into a sitting position, flicking his wand so Lily's trunk joined the rest of theirs.

"So, now that your trunk is here, why don't you join us?" He asked, smiling as he wiped a trickle of blood that was falling from his lip.

Lily looked disgusted. "Oh yes, absolutely, I would love to sit with two boys who jinxed my trunk, one who snogs every girl he meets, and a prefect who doesn't have enough guts to stand up to his friends. Absolutely." Sarcasm dripped viciously from every word as the red head grabbed her trunk and yanked it out of the cavernous opening that once was a door.

When she was gone, Remus chuckled. "I hate to say I told you so, James. Oh, we should clean this before the trolley lady comes… She hates mess… Reparo… Scourgify."

Sirius smiled at the young boy as he stowed his wand back in his robes. "You are finally unaffected by what Lily says? Good for you, mate! We like the way… what were her words? 'You don't have enough guts to stand up to your friends'" Sirius concluded, his voice hitting the high notes. Remus and Peter chuckled, but James was too busy sulking in the corner, muttering.

"She thinks she's so much better than us because she's so smart and so funny and so witty. She wouldn't know fun if it jumped up her –"

Sirius interrupted. "Actually, mate, I think she thought that knocking you over with a trunk was quite fun, and really, who wouldn't?" James growled and retreated further into his corner as Peter happily took over the conversation, telling the others in excruciating detail what he had done over the summer.

When the rat faced boy had finally stopped, there was silence, only the chugging of the wheels interrupting the quiet, and then Sirius asked, quite seriously, "Do you guys think I snog every girl I meet?"

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It was nearly midnight when the four reached their dormitory.

"Home at last!" Remus murmured, lying languidly on his four-poster bed, stomach full of dinner feast. Peter was bouncing happily on his bed, the last of the four able to do that now that they had gone through their growth spurts. They had tried to magically raise the ceiling but had no luck.

Sirius absently watched as he made his books circle above his head like vultures. "So nice, to be able to use magic again… Honestly, I cannot count on all my fingers and all my toes how many times I wanted to set young Regulus's hair on fire or dear Mother's eyeballs into acid, or Kreacher…" His voice drifted off into silence, but a small smile played across Sirius's lips as he pondered the different ways to do away with the house elf.

After a while, the boys changed into their pajamas and climbed into bed, except for James, who was still sulking from the incident on the train, and in sudden bursts of fury, would periodically set his and Sirius' beds on fire. He finally came to his senses, though, when he suddenly forgot how to put it out causing an inferno that turned Sirius's bed into ashes before Remus realized what was going on and put it out.

"What am I supposed to do without a bed?" Sirius growled angrily throwing hexes at James, who was grinning sheepishly, trying to apologize, but ending up not avoiding one of the spells fast enough and growing a large elephant trunk.

Remus shook his head and put James's nose right. "Don't you know a spell or something, Sirius? You act like you are so good at Transfiguration." Sirius glared at him.

"What are you trying to say, wolf boy? You know, for that cheek, I'll just sleep in your bed!" He leapt into Remus's bed and shoved him over, yanking the pillow from under his head and tugging the blankets around him. Peter chuckled and James raised his eyebrows. Remus blinked blankly but Summoned a pillow from Merlin knows where and pulled the covers back. It was good these beds were so big.

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It was the sunlight that woke him up eventually. It poured through the window, paler than the afternoon when he first got his book (which he should look at more closely – its advice might not all be ridiculous). Remus fluttered his eyes open half-way, peering through his pale eyelashes at the room, suddenly unaware of anything that was going on. He saw a burnt pile of wood across from him, and beyond that, the back of James's sleeping head. He snuggled further into whatever warm thing was against his back, and then with a sudden shocking blast, he realized it was Sirius.

Ever so carefully, Remus turned in Sirius's arms, which were wrapped tight around him. His best friends face was just inches from his own, his even breath hitting the tip of Remus's nose, bangs splayed across his face. It was a weird situation to be in, but Remus didn't seem to notice at first. He was quite content with looking at Sirius's face, admiring the sun in his long eyelashes, and the way his mouth was slightly open and the bottom of his teeth visible.

It took one of Peter's extra-loud snores to break the young werewolf from his stupor. As quickly and carefully as he could, he leapt from Sirius's arms, sidling over to the bathroom, and locking the door with a loud click. He fell to the cool marble floor, his head resting against the back of the mahogany door. He sat there in silence, afraid to move, afraid to talk, afraid to think, until he heard someone stirring. It must be time to get up, he thought furtively, and slowly slid into the shower.

After his shower, just as Remus was wrapping a towel around his waist and reaching for his toothbrush, he heard Sirius banging on the door.

"Remus? Are you in there? Hurry up I need to wash my hair before I get split ends. Honestly. How do you expect me to survive with split ends?" He called out, plainly hurling his body against the door. Remus laughed, and finished brushing his teeth; leaning against the counter and watching the door shake in its frame.

"That's it, I'm coming in. Alohimira. No wait that's not it. Oh why don't I pay attention in Charms? Oh I remember… Alohomora!" The door burst open and the dark-haired boy fell to the floor, smiling brightly up at his friend for a brief second before realizing that he was half naked. Sirius opened his mouth in slight shock, watching the way the water dripped down off the tips of Remus's hair, dripping down his face, his neck, his chest…

"Sirius?" Remus watched him lie there like a dead dog. Immediately the other boy leapt up, and hurried young Lupin out the door.

"Go on now, wolf boy, I need to condition my hair. It doesn't get this shiny from dirt, if you know what I mean, and I think you do." He said hurriedly, closing the door behind him and sighing against the cool wood.

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First lesson of the year was History of Magic. Professor Binns burst bubbles and rained on parades without a hint of remorse. Nothing, nothing, kills high hopes for a school year than a boring first lesson.

Even one Mr. Remus Lupin was bored. He had taken meticulous notes for the first half-hour of the class, but his words slowly got sloppier and bigger and eventually became a dark line running horizontally across the page.

Now the boy was staring at Lily's hair. She was sitting in front of him, absently doodling what looked like a flower garden below her stab at taking notes. The sunlight rushed through the waves so it looked like fire, contained in the braid that was hanging in front of her shoulder.

Fire. Remus recalled the memory of James setting fire to Sirius's bed with overwhelming glee, but he wasn't sure why. Then he remembered Sirius, setting fire to chocolate frogs. Now for some reason the chocolate frogs were dancing in their little fires and Sirius was coming closer, closer…

Remus wasn't sure at which point during this dream / hallucination he fell asleep. All he knew was that all of a sudden there was a sharp pain in his elbow and his ribs and his skull and he found himself on the floor of the History of Magic classroom. Professor Binns hadn't even paused when he went crashing to the ground.

Remus lay there in shock for a moment, and then suddenly found himself being hoisted up, with strong arms around him, pulling him up… Sirius.

The tawny haired boy was so surprised that he leapt up and away from his friend, causing the other to fall down. Professor Binns voice droned on in the distance.

"Sorry." Remus mumbled as he grabbed Sirius's hand and pulled him to his feet. The boy looked at him with an odd expression on his face, and quickly returned to his seat. For a second Remus swore he saw something doodled across Sirius's paper, something looking strangely like a wolf, but then the bell rang shrilly, and Sirius stuffed the paper in his bag, heading out to Potions without a word.

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Remus collapsed in front of the bubbling cauldron, watching as Slughorn leapt about, his bald head shining in the dim light. On the board, very intricate instructions read out, and at the very top, in cramped letters, it read: Amortentia.

Around him his peers seemed to be reading it as well. The girls were giggling and the guys were giving each other sly looks. Someone elbowed him in the side.

"You could use some of that, huh, Moony?" James hissed with a chuckle. The teen's eyes flickered over James's face, wondering what he knew, and then all of a sudden his eyes locked with Sirius's, who was sitting on the right of James. Remus looked away with a slight flush.

"Amortentia! The potion of obsessive love! I know it's a bit difficult looking, but its NEWT stuff, so you better be prepared. On my desk there is a cauldron of it, of what it should look like when it's done. And I'd like to let you know, I've put a charm on all of these cauldrons so you can't steal any. So don't try, I'll know who you are." He cast a stern look at two giggling girls sharing a table with Lily.

Remus smiled humorlessly and got up mechanically to go get ingredients. As he passed the cauldron, he suddenly smelled something absolutely alluring. It smelled like blueberry pie and the flowers of a tree near to the Whomping Willow, and something else he knew he had smelled before but couldn't quite place. And then he realized that it was Sirius's conditioner.

"Remus? Are you going to get the ingredients or not?" Sirius's voice rang out close behind him. The hazel-eyed teenager could feel his friend's breath on the back of his neck. Remus turned so quickly than he nearly knocked over the Amortentia, which was only saved by quick thinking by James, who was coming up behind them.

"Are you okay, mate? You keep jumping around like a frog at a hopping contest." Sirius said; the ridiculousness of the sentence washed by the seriousness of his tone. Remus merely shrugged, gathering porcupine needles and Kneazle tails and Murgtrop Ivy. Feeling Sirius's eyes on his back, he quickly returned to his seat, slowly slicing the Kneazle tails and letting them fall into the cauldron from three feet above it at a pace of two per minute, so it would turn the proffered maroon color.

Sirius was still watching him, he could feel it. He busied himself with shredding the Murgtrop Ivy into three inch strips.

Slughorn passed by their table, smiling broadly at Remus's work, and looking like he was going to gag at the garish purple substance bubbling in Sirius's cauldron.

"Did you forget to drop the Kneazle tails at three feet exactly, Mr. Black?" He asked, holding his nose and waving his wand so the contents disappeared. "Start over, it's alright, tricky little potion. Just remember, three feet."

Sirius scowled. "Sorry Professor," he muttered, but Slughorn was too busy mooning over Lily's concoction, which was already the blood red color expected in Step Four.

Sirius rolled his eyes and turned to his lupine friend. "Hey, can I borrow some Kneazle tails?" He asked brightly, eyeing the huge pile that Remus hadn't used. The werewolf nodded, trying to push the whole pile over to the other side of the table, but instead they fell everywhere. Both sighed, but James didn't seem to notice, he was rejoicing from getting the right shade of red.

Remus bent down, slowly gathering the tails, and Sirius joined him. "Here, let me take those from you…" He reached for the tails, his fingers grazing the other Marauders body lightly as he snatched them away, standing up to replace them on the table, so he didn't see the extremely bright shade that his friend turned, about the same one as James's potion.

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For once, Sirius was late to lunch. Remus was squeezed in with James on his left and Peter on his right. He slowly ate, not responding to any question or comment, blankly lost in his thoughts of a certain Animagus.

Finally Sirius arrived, and planted himself right next to Lupin, his body pressed against his friends. "Pass the chicken?" He asked, pointing to it with his head. The werewolf quickly obliged, trying to move slightly away from his friend in the process- touching him was making his heart leap in a way that he didn't want to think about.

"Oh thank you, my little pal. I am starved from being lectured by McGonagall about how to transfigure wood into beds and why not to start fires. She didn't believe me when I said James did it." Sirius rambled as he hastily grabbed the plate from Remus's hands, their fingers grazing. Remus felt his heart leap again, and quickly excused himself to go to the bathroom. He couldn't stand being near Sirius anymore. So instead of going to the bathroom, he headed to the dormitory, and fell on his bed. This couldn't be possible. But now that he thought about it, he was pretty sure that Sirius was in his dream last night, and in more than a platonic way.

"No. No. No. No." Remus yelled throwing his pillow in the air and making it throw itself against the wall with his wand, which was outstretched angrily, waving about with no true purpose or meaning. Eventually the pillow grew so worn that it burst apart and drenched the floor beneath it in feathers. Remus sighed, and Conjured up a pillow. They had just been learning conjuring things, and the pillow was pretty pathetic looking and hard enough that Remus wondered if he had really Conjured a brick.

With a smile he sent the hard pillow over to Peter's bed and took that pillow, smiling sneakily. Pillow-stealing wasn't a sign of true friendship, but he doubted his friend would even notice. Peter fell asleep as soon as he lay down.

Lazily, Remus remembered the cheap tome and tugged the giant werewolf book out of his trunk and flipped through it, ignoring where the red marker was wedged. He definitely didn't want to read that page. Definitely not.

The passages seemed to be mostly spells and potions to help, and what looked like a very intricate game involving four werewolves, a Bludger, and a Whomping Willow. He smiled grimly and wondered if anyone played that game. Where would he find three other werewolves willing to sneak into Hogwarts to play a game that looked unbelievably dangerous?

The sound of footsteps walking up the stairs made Remus leap up and off his bed, scurrying under it. He didn't want to face anyone right now, especially Sirius. His hearing was good enough to make out the conversation even as they whispered on the stairway.

"He's acting funny. Always jumping around. Freaks me out." It was James's voice that spoke now.

"Well, it's not like he'll tell us what's going on. He's a crazy, crazy kid." Now it was Sirius. Remus felt his face growing hot.

"You know what I'll bet it is?" This was James again, his voice sliding into the tone he used when discovering something cool or planning a particularly mischievous stunt.

"What?" Sirius sounded exasperated – he too knew this voice very well.

"I'll bet our pal Moony is in looove with some girl. He was day-dreaming all through History of Magic, which is impossible for him. He can't not pay attention." James replied, and Remus could tell he was grinning.

Sirius did not reply for a long time. When he did, his voice had a twinge of panic in it. "Really? You think? Who? Who do you think he's in love with?"

James laughed. "The way he's been jumpy, it could be any one. Ha, even you, my dear friend."

The door burst open as he said this, and they lazily went to their beds. Well, James went to his bed, Sirius stood before the disgusting pile of ashes, muttered something under his breath, waved his wand about, and a squishy pink bed with flowers and a lacy canopy appeared.

"Well. That's nice. Really. Thank you, McGonagall." He growled, gingerly prodding one of the flowers, which made it start dancing. James burst out in laughter.

"You know, Black," he struggled to say between fits of giggles, "They say when you Transfigure something; the design of it reflects your personality."

Sirius growled again, waving his wand about more, but that only made the dancing flowers start giggling. Eventually he just set it on fire, and refused to put it out until it was just a pile of ashes.

"You know, I think I like this better." Sirius said with a small smile, brushing ashes off his robes. "I'll just sit on lovesick Moony's bed."

Remus felt the bed sink slightly under his lithe friend's weight, but he was too afraid to move or say something.

"What's that book?" He heard James ask languidly. He heard Sirius gently turning the pages.

"A book on werewolves. Pretty old. Smells disgusting." Sirius replied, sounding distracted. Remus swore silently, remembering where the marker had been.

James now sounded interested. "Ohh, what did Remus mark the place at? Dancing? Scandal? Lude games with Puffeskins?" Remus rolled his eyes, as he was sure Sirius did too.

"Nothing, must have been random. It's just… Wow… I mean, nothing." He heard James coming over, and Sirius slamming the book shut.

"Sirius! Show me!" James whined, but Sirius simply stood up.

"Let's go. We should try and find out from that seventh year how to make Dungbombs chase people and explode whenever they start running." He said quickly, and Remus heard them leave.

Massaging his banged ribs, Remus stood up, and threw the old book across the room, but it didn't go very far. It was like throwing a feather; it wafted down to the ground. Remus cursed stupid bewitchments and began to try other ways to destroy the book. It resisted fire, drenching, exploding, imploding, being torn apart, and being turn into a turtle. It did, however, grow an elephant nose, like James had the previous day, but it was absolutely useless, so Remus removed it.

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It was past midnight. Way past curfew. Remus was supposed to be in bed. But for once he disregarded the rules. He wandered around lazily, and found an empty class room in which to ponder the mess of his life.

Muttering a few spells, soon the room was full of little silver birds that he had conjured. He made them do loops and twists and back flips, the flashes of metallic color dismembering his mind from the rest of his body, so he didn't have to think. Waving his wand, he made them swell up into birdie balloons, bouncing around off each other and the walls. One by one they exploded in a mess of silver feathers. The other Marauders probably thought that was funny, but Remus barely noticed, waving his wand again and Transfiguring a desk into a guinea pig that scurried away and was gone within moments.

Soon, after there was no more furniture to transfigure into raccoons or peacocks or small dogs, and the ground wasn't visible anymore from the silver feathers from exploding birds, Remus left, peering out the doorway, and then wandering out, a ginger cat with strange eye markings scampering after him. He ignored it, making his way down the hallway, wondering why he wasn't running into anyone. And the cat was still following him.

Halfway back to Gryffindor tower, Remus sat down in the middle of the hallway. If he went back to the dormitory, he would have to see Sirius, and he wasn't sure that would be good. He lay down, staring at the ceiling, creating more silver birds, and making them all grow elephant trunks, and then merrily burst into flame.

In the pounding silence, Remus suddenly heard footsteps clanging loudly on the stone floor. He leapt up, vanquished the trunk-ed, blazing birdies with a swing of his wand, and dove into a nearby class room.

The person was getting closer. Remus felt the cat bristle next to him. Then the door burst open, to reveal Remus's worst nightmare – Sirius.

The boy approached him, and Remus could feel his face growing hot, and was amazed he actually wasn't on fire by the time Sirius had reached him. Then, Remus watched in shock as Sirius dragged him into a chair, and took the one next to him.

"Remus… I read, what was in the book, and then I, well, I know. And I'm not going to let you turn into a werewolf indefinitely because of me." His voice was husky and quiet, and Moony could feel his hot breath on his neck. Remus froze. He felt Sirius's arms around him, pulling him closer, to put his lips on the others.

Remus responded whole-heartedly to Sirius's advanced. He let his best friend scoop him into his lap, let his tongue explore his mouth, let his shirt fall off…

It was a while before Remus realized what was going on. When he felt Sirius's hands on the bare skin of his back, he resurfaced, and promptly pulled away. Sirius looked confused.

"Sirius, you shouldn't do this. I mean, I would love to do this but it's not right for you. You shouldn't get stuck with a loser like me just for… well a loser like me. So. So. So, I'm going to go to bed. Good night." Remus snatched his shirt from the ground and pulled it over his head, leaving a very hurt boy behind him.

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In Transfiguration the next day, Professor McGonagall was acting rather peculiarly. When Remus first walked in the door, she burst into tears and patted him on the back. The whole class stared, including Sirius, who was sitting a few seats away.

Between sniffs, the Transfiguration teacher managed to get out her instructions. "Today we will be working on turning these little heart pin cushions into tiny little wolf stuffed animals in pairs, which I will choose. Black, Lupin, over here…" She smiled kindly at them, and handed them a small wolf stuffed animal. Remus stared at her.

"Professor, aren't we supposed to end up with a wolf?" He asked curiously. She looked down in mock surprise at what she had handed to him. "Oh whoops. I guess you and Sirius can just talk. You know…" Remus felt his face burn, wondering how much his teacher knew.

Sirius sat down next to him, ignoring him completely. Remus watched him for a moment. "Sirius? Are you ever going to stop being mad at me? Because one of us had to do the right thing."

Sirius growled and jerked his head to face his friend. "I was doing the right thing. You were just… Oh I see. You're ashamed of me! Aren't you? Aren't you?" Lupin simply looked bemused.

"Why would I be ashamed of you?"

"I don't know! I'm not the one doing the ashaming!"

"That's not a word."

"I DON'T CARE! I'll I care about is you. But, apparently you're too ashamed of me to feel the same way, so screw that." Sirius said quietly, looking down at the little stuffed thing in his hands.

"Okay. I'm going to prove to you I'm not ashamed… HEY EVERYBODY! Yeah, look. Stop Transfiguring for a second, I need to show you something!" Remus had leapt to his feet, and dragged Sirius up with him. Everyone watched in different levels of shock as Remus leaned forward and pressed his lips against the most sought after sixth year in the school.

The silence was deafening as Remus pulled away, and sat back down. "Thank you for your time." He said pleasantly as he realized that people were still watching him. Sirius remained standing, two fingers resting his lips.

Finally the bell rang. The werewolf slowly gathered his things and headed out the door, afraid to look at Sirius, who was still partially in shock.

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A/N: Yes, stopping there. Don't worry, I have the entire rest of the story planned out, so you can relax enough to review my head off. Reviewing is now twice the flavor and half the calories!