Here is the final chapter! There is an author's note at the end telling who was who, so don't scroll down to the bottom unless you want to know!

"She totally wants to kiss me," I heard him brag. Rolling my eyes rather than make a scene by starting a shouting match, I began to walk away.

Those gits! They think they're so popular! Just because they can get practically any girl in the school gives them no right to spread rumors about me! Please, who in their right mind would want to kiss him?

Shrugging, I continued walking, figuring that a long conversation with my best friend about how stupid all four of them were would make me feel a lot better.

I found her in the Gryffindor common room. She was alone in our usual corner, a book open on the table in front of her. Catching sight of me, she waved me over.

"What happened this time?" she asked, already knowing what must have happened.

"He said I wanted to kiss him," I made a noise of disgust.

"Well, you do," she said reasonably, starting the exact opposite conversation I wanted to have.

"Shut up!" I hissed. "I do not!"

"Judging by the way your face is beet red, I'd say you do," she began to laugh at the outraged look on my face. This laugh turned to silence almost immediately, as I had pulled out my wand and was pointing it at her.

"One more word, and you'll have to ooze to your next class," I frowned, feeling a strange sensation in the pit of my stomach.

"Just go take out your anger on him," she shrugged. "You know he won't do anything to you."

"I can't believe I didn't think of that before!" I exclaimed, jumping up, my wand still in my hand. "Even though I will be sinking down to his level, it'll be worth it."

With that, I rushed out of the common room, ready to vent all my frustration out on the person responsible.

But did I really want to?

No. This answer came unbidden into my mind. Of course I didn't want to. After all, no matter how I tried to deny it, I did sort of like him.

"No, snap out of it!" I coached myself, shaking my head. "There is absolutely no way in a million years that you would ever consider the fact that you like–"

"Crushing on someone?"

It was him. He was standing alone in the hallway, leaning nonchalantly against the wall. His arms were crossed in front of his chest, and he wore his signature cocky smile.

"Bet it's me," he said lazily, faking a yawn. "So come on, everyone knows you're just dying to kiss me."

"Not a chance," I insisted, pointing my wand at him. The smile faded from his face slightly, and he straightened up, his back leaving its resting place on the wall.

"Come on, you wouldn't really hex your future husband, would you?"

"Who knows?" I stepped closer, having completely missed the part where he called himself my 'future husband.'

"What should we name our first child, then?" he asked, coming closer. "Why don't we name him after our Slytherin friend Snivellus?"

"You're so sexist!" I shook my head. "Not all firstborns are boys, you know!"

"Fine, then if it's a girl, we'll name her Bellatrix," he laughed.

"You know that I would never in a million years marry you!" I shouted, pointing my wand directly between his eyes.

"You're so cute when you're mad," he came closer and put his arm around my shoulders.

"You're ugly no matter what," I spat back, though I still blushed at the fact that we were so close together. "And I hate you."

"Ouch," he rubbed his chest with the arm that was not around my shoulders. "That hurt."

"Good," I shrugged his arm off my shoulders and began to walk away. "Your ego needs some deflating."

"Wait, come back!" he hurried to catch up with me, then fell into step beside me.

"What?" I asked, rolling my eyes.

"Wanna go out with me?" he asked, his eyes shining with the hopeful glint I saw every time he asked me.

"If I say yes will you promise to leave me alone for the rest of my life?"

"Well, technically that wouldn't be a fair term," he began, and I could tell I was in for another one of his, 'there's a loophole in your theory' speeches. "You see, in order for us to actually go on said date, I would have to be there with you, which technically wouldn't be leaving you alone. And unless we just sat somewhere looking off in different directions, again, I would not be leaving you alone."

"Fine," I was prepared to change my terms. After all, this was my chance to get the most annoying Marauder off my back once and for all. "If I go out on a date with you, will you promise to leave me alone for the rest of my life following the date?"

"Hmm…" he tapped his index finger to his chin, pretending to think. "Only if you kiss me." He smiled, but it wasn't the wickedly superior smile I had expected. This one looked hopeful.

"Never mind," I began walking away again. "You're not that annoying."

Leaving him looking crestfallen in the middle of the hallway, I began to laugh. This was better than any spell I could have thrown his way.

A few steps later, I began to feel guilty. Here I was, walking away from the boy I liked, having him think I hated him. Sighing, and feeling stupid, I turned around.

"Yes?"

I screamed and leapt back a few feet. He had been following silently, less than a foot away from me.

"Don't do that!" I gasped.

"Sorry," he said, a boyish grin spreading across his face. "I couldn't resist."

"No, I'm sorry," I insisted, taking a few steps closer to him. "I'm sorry about what I said. I don't hate you, and I wouldn't want you to leave me alone forever."

"Really?" he asked, the hopeful look back in his face.

"Yeah," I admitted. "I mean, you do have a big ego, but sometimes you can be pretty nice."

"Thanks," he put his arm around my shoulders again. "Want to go out with me?"

"Would you stop asking me that?" I laughed. "Why do you keep doing that anyway? You can get any girl in the entire school, and you insist on bugging me all the time."

"I dunno, maybe because I like you," his cocky smile was back.

"You know, one thing about you that's really frustrating," I shrugged his arm off again so I could stand face to face, "is never knowing when you're serious or joking."

"Well I didn't know it was that big of a problem," he said, this time obviously pretending to be shocked. Then, taking me completely aback, he pulled me closer and kissed me on the cheek.

"What was that?" I asked, touching the spot and feeling it tingle.

"You tell me," he said, offering me his arm.

Thanks for reading the story! Now, you obviously want to know which chapter was for which Marauder, otherwise you wouldn't have read down so far! Okay, I'll tell you. But feel free to tell me who you thought it was if you thought differently!

Chapter 1: Sirius. Need proof? Here you go:

'He would appear out of nowhere...' Sirius's house is in a muggle neighborhood, as is shown in the fifth book. His parents would not want muggles visiting their house or anything, so they most likely put charms on it to make it invisible to them.

'No parents I knew...' The narrator would not have known Sirius's parents, because they do not talk to muggles. Remus's or James's parents might have known the neighbors. I don't know enough about Peter to really say anything about his parents, though.

Chapter 2: Peter. Yes, I know, shocker. Here's the proof:

'I never thought it would be him...' Who's gonna pick Peter when Sirius, James, and Remus are around? Honestly?

'He smiled a timid smile...' Peter would be the timid one around people he doesn't really know. James and Sirius are cocky, and Remus, although he wouldn't be as bold, would be confident.

'He went to Godric's Hollow...' I know Sirius did this as well, but, as the story goes on, he says, 'I don't want you to see it...' which shows he had some idea of what he was going to find.

I know the end of this one makes it seem like it was Sirius, but it was Peter.

Chapter 3: Remus. You thought it was Peter? Well...

'He had never been one to march proudly...' From the way Remus is portrayed in the books, he seems like a more humble character than the other three, even Peter. Peter is fascinated by James and Sirius in the Pensive scene(OotP), while Remus is hiding behind his book.

'...the book he was carrying...' Remus is a bookworm. Need I say more?

'I'm just not what you think I am...' Notice he didn't say 'who.' The 'what' part points to it being Remus, because werewolves are considered creatures, not humans.

Chapter 4: James. DUH!!! But here's proof anyway...

'She totally wants to kiss me...' James bragging about Lily, trying to get her to like him...

'I would never in a million years marry you!' Lily hated James before they started going out.

'Wanna go out with me?"...every time he asked me...' James asked Lily to go out with him many times before she said yes.

I hope you enjoyed the stories!