I do not own Harry Potter.

Sirius Black was relaxing, half asleep, in his dorm one dreary Saturday afternoon. It was cold and wet outside and, in Sirius opinion, the perfect day to laze around. His best mate, James Potter agreed, as he was in his own bed reading some Quidditch magazine. Remus Lupin, however, disapproved of Sirius and James's laziness and opted to finish some homework in the common room. Peter was eating.

"Padfoot?" James asked, breaking the comfortable silence. "What's your middle name?"

Sirius pulled himself into a sitting position. "That was quite random."

James shrugged. "You never told me. I told you mine," he said with a pout. (A very manly pout, of course.)

Sirius snickered. "Okay Prongs, I'm sorry I never told you my middle name." He grinned and shook his head, lying back down with his hands tucked behind his head.

James looked at him expectantly. "Well?"

"Well what?"

"What's your middle name?"

Sirius scratched his head. "Oh. Er, I'm bored. Let's go flying."

"It's raining, Sirius," James said suspiciously, moving to the edge of his bed. "Why won't you tell me your middle name?"

"I, uh, don't have one."

James rolled his eyes. "Bull, Sirius. What is it?"

Sirius thought for a minute. "Orion."

"You're lying."

"How can you tell?"

"Your eye's twitching."

"Oh. Um…John!"

"That's Moony's name."

"Aurore?"

"That's a girl's name."

"Diego."

"You're not Hispanic, Sirius."

"Right. I knew that. Uh, Jugio!"

"I don't even think that is a name!"

"Robert…?"

"Your eye's twitching again."

"Damn."

James sighed impatiently. "C'mon, Pads, it can't be that bad."

Sirius swallowed. "It is," he said under his breath.

"Please?" begged James. "I won't tell anyone."

Sirius scoffed. "Yeah, now your eye's twitching."

"Pretty please with cherries on top?"

"No."

James groaned. "Aw c'mon! What about Marauder loyalty? Brotherhood and all that jazz? You can trust me!"

Sirius looked at James. "Fine. But you have to promise. Marauder promise," he added.

James grinned excitedly. "Mmkay. I, James Prongs Potter, promise to never repeat, blackmail with, taunt, or give any inkling that I remember what is about to be said, unless given express permission by whose information it lies. Marauder's honor."

Sirius sighed. "I, Sirius Padfoot Black, agree to tell my fellow Marauder said information. Marauder's honor." He swallowed, and James leaned forward. "My middle name…is…," he said something unintelligible.

"Huh? Speak up, mate," James said, unfazed by Sirius's obvious discomfort.

"Lee," Sirius said, louder. "Sirius Lee Black." He crossed his arms.

Silence.

"Mate," James started, after an awkward pause. "That is…"

Sirius sighed gloomily. "Go ahead and laugh."

James did so.

A/N: Reviews are appreciated :)