Disclaimer: Obviously, I do not own J. K. Rowling's stuff – her plot, characters, etc…it all belongs to her.

Author's Note: Alrighty, so this is my first slashfic – be nice! Hopefully other chapters will be longer than this one. Umm, there is not much else to say, except please R&R! I hope you enjoy it!

This could get messy
But you don't seem to mind
Don't go telling everybody
And overlook this supposed crime

We'll fast forward to a few years later
And no one knows except the both of us
And I have honored your request for silence
And you've washed your hands clean of this

"Hands Clean" – Alanis Morissette

I was jolted awake suddenly as the train went over a bump. I blinked, trying to clear my sleep-fogged vision. The room came in to focus, and I glanced quickly around. Across the compartment from me, Remus and Peter sat idly playing a card game. They must have been playing for a long time. Their eyes were glazed over and unfocused, and their hands moved the cards mechanically, not thinking about what they were doing. To my left, Sirius slept leaning on my shoulder. He snored lightly, his mouth hanging half-open. Because of the way we had been sleeping, I was trapped uncomfortably against the window, and I had a painful cramp in my neck. I shifted my shoulder slightly, trying to give myself a bit of room. Sirius snorted awake, straightening up.

"Oy, Prongs!" he complained. "You couldn't just let me sleep, could you?" I laughed.

"Of course not, Padfoot," I replied. "You were drooling on my arm." I looked pointedly down at the arm in question. It was, indeed, wet with his dribble. I brushed my shoulder against his arm, trying to wipe it off on him. Sirius yelped, leaning away from me to avoid it. I leaned closer, and he shoved me off of him. I shoved back, and we soon fell to the floor, wrestling.

Remus and Peter continued to play cards, ignoring us. This behavior was normal for us. Sirius finally pinned me, grinning over my face as I struggled to get up.

"Damn it," I muttered, resigning. Sirius stood up, brushing himself off before reaching out a hand to help me up. I took his hand and stood up. At least it was only my dignity that was bruised.

"Remus! I've been looking all over for you!" the female voice from behind startled me. "Have you patrolled the train yet?" Lily Evans asked Remus, her green eyes sparkling. She glanced over at Sirius and me standing side by side and rolled her eyes at us before looking back to Remus.

"We've got about 20 minutes before we actually arrive…I've been telling most of the first years to get changed into their robes but I assumed the older students," she stopped and looked Sirius and me up and down – we were both still in our regular clothing, "would know better," she finished, turning back to Remus. Remus nodded.

"Yes. I patrolled about 10 minutes ago. Everything's good" He said swapping one of his own cards for one of Peter's. Lily smiled at him

"Oh, good. How was your summer, Peter?" She said acknowledging the unremarkable boy. He nodded, but was so absorbed in the card game that he didn't seem to realize she had asked him a question. She gave Sirius and me another disapproving look before she said, "I'll see you at the feast then," and traipsed out of the compartment.

As usual, I was left a little stunned by her voice, and I stared after her.

"Snap out of it, mate," Sirius said, waving a hand in front of my face. I turned unwillingly away from her retreating form and went to change.