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The proper way to report to Professor McGonagall is "You wanted to see me, Professor?" Not "I have it on good authority that you have no evidence."

Sirius is sprawled out on the dormitory floor, flicking his wand aimlessly at flies. He sighs heavily. Remus is sitting at his desk, reading. He ignores him. Sirius groans softly and rolls over. He is about to speak, but then thinks better of it, and just groans again. Remus clenches his fists, but decides not to give Sirius any encouragement. Sirius moans and stuffs his face in a pillow and screams.

Remus jumps. "Sirius!" he snaps, his heart pounding. "You almost gave me a bloody heart attack, was that necessary?"

Sirius sighs. "Sorry. I had to get it out."

"You're a lunatic," Remus says irritably. "Now be quiet, I still have ten more minutes."

"When I said I'd give you thirty minutes, I didn't know it'd be so boring," Sirius mutters sullenly.

Remus sighs. "Go pester James."

"He's snogging Lily," Sirius says, frowning.

"Peter."

"He's boring," Sirius says dismissively, rolling over.

"I'm boring!"

Sirius snorts. "Moony, you're never boring!"

"I wish I was," Remus mutters darkly. "Then maybe I'd get a complete thirty minutes to read."

Sirius grins. "But that's not fun!"

Remus sighs wistfully. "I think it is very fun."

"But you're a nerd, Moony," Sirius explains patiently. "But that's okay. I like nerds." He winks suggestively. "A lot."

Remus tries to hide a grin. "Well, you're going to have to sit still. Ten more minutes." He cuts across Sirius' whining. "Really, Pads, learn some patience. It'll help you when we graduate and you become an Auror. You won't die."

Sirius makes a horrible face. "Et tu, Brute?"

Remus raises his eyebrows, surprised Sirius has even heard the Muggle reference. "Do you know what that means? I don't think you're using it correctly."

"Of course I am," Sirius grumbles, looking offended. "Everyone's been going on and on about graduation and the real world, and now you are too!"

Remus glances at him. "We're graduating in a few months, Pads. This should be expected."

"Don't say it," moans Sirius. "The Marauders are already dying, I'd rather not think about the final nail in the coffin."

Remus sadly closes his book. There's no chance of any more reading now. "What do you mean? We're not dying."

"James is always with Lily," Sirius says in a rush. "And who knows where Peter is, and I'm always with you, which is great, don't get me wrong, but none of us do pranks anymore because we're all grown up, and I hate it."

"Oh," Remus says, frowning. They have been drifting away from pranks, and Marauder- like escapades, and while Remus isn't too torn up about it (it's hard to snog Sirius when he's engrossed in a prank with James), it's clear that Sirius is. "Well, we can do a prank."

"James won't want to," Sirius says miserably. "Now that he's Head Boy and he's dating Lily bloody Evans, he doesn't want to do anything fun anymore. You were never this boring when you were Prefect."

Remus snorts. "Well, then, we can do a prank without him."

"Peter won't do anything if James doesn't want to," Sirius says glumly.

"Just you and me, then?"

Sirius perks up. "Really?"

"Nothing that would actually hurt anyone," Remus says hastily. "And nothing illegal. But yeah, an innocent, fun prank would be nice."

"Very nice," Sirius says, his eyes taking on that far-away look that Remus has learned to associate with evil, delectable plans being brewed.

"Nothing illegal," Remus repeats. "Or harmful. Just innocent. Fun. Nice."

"Right, right," Sirius says, in an attempt to be reassuring that failed miserably. "Listen, you leave the planning to me. Go and finish your book."

"Are you trying to get me to shut up?" Remus asks, mildly offended.

Sirius grins. "No. I have much better ways of getting you to shut up." He cocks his eyebrow suggestively. "Wanna try a way or two?"

Remus smirks. "No, I'll just finish my book. Like you said. You go plan the prank. Like you wanted."

Sirius lurches up from his sprawled position on the floor and practically catapults himself at Remus, knocking him against the back of his chair. "I don't want to anymore," he whispers throatily, his lips below Remus' ear and his hot breath tingling Remus' skin.

Remus laughs. "We can't always get what we want, Sirius."

"Oh, can't we?" Sirius nips at Remus' earlobe and Remus hisses in pain, grabbing Sirius' face and covering his mouth with his own.

"No biting," he breathes into Sirius' mouth. Sirius laughs, low in his throat, and nips at Remus' lips.

Remus growls and kisses Sirius more intensely and they tumble onto the floor, intertwined and entangled into each other, books and pranks and graduation forgotten.

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The next morning, however, Sirius has risen early, and has thrown a sheet of parchment on Remus' bed, filled with lists of spells he needed the incantation for and a quick note that says give me this in Charms, Moony, and we'll have ourselves a prank!. Remus reads the list with a growing sense of dread that is amplified when he learns Sirius is nowhere to be seen.

The hours pass excruciatingly slow until it is finally Charms, and Remus drops the list with his added incantations on Sirius' desk when he walks into the room. Sirius grins and winks and Remus gulps, before sitting down in his seat and waiting anxiously until lunch.

Sirius darts out of the room as soon as Flitwick dismisses the class, but when Remus walks into the Great Hall, he sees Sirius sitting innocently in his standard seat at the Gryffindor table. Remus drops into the seat next to him. "Well?" he hisses expectantly.

Sirius gives him a perplexed look. "Well….the sandwiches today are great, if that's what you're asking. Top notch." He smirks and takes a large bite.

Remus swats him. "No, that's not what I'm asking. You know what I'm asking."

Sirius grins. "No, Moony, dear, I will not snog you in the bathroom right now. Really, you're insatiable."

Remus is temporarily distracted by the pleasant idea of snogging Sirius in a deserted bathroom, but rolls his eyes. "Fine, don't tell me. Just use me for the research. You'll get all the excitement and the glory and I'll get the books. I rather like books, don't get me wrong, but I like excitement and glory too. But how would I know, I've never actually experienced that, unless you count-"

Sirius clamps his hand over Remus' mouth. "Why would I tell you," he hisses, "when I could show you?"

Just then, as if on cue (and knowing Sirius, it probably is), the Great Hall seems to explode in swatches of red and gold light. Fireworks whiz around the Hall, and dart around the awestruck students and teachers.

Remus stares at Sirius, bathed in the red and gold light, and laughs. "This is great, Pads," he practically screams above the explosions everywhere.

Sirius grins, looking happier than Remus has seen him look in ages, and grabs Remus and kisses him. Remus sees fireworks, and then laughs deliriously because it's actual fireworks, and Sirius is right there, kissing him, and students are shouting with laughter and James and Peter are dancing around them, protests that they didn't tell them mixing in with exclamations of delight, and there are fireworks and it is all so amazing.

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That night, Sirius walks into the common room, looking exhausted but still incredibly happy.

Remus grins at him. "How was it?"

Sirius shrugs. "Apparently, the proper way to report to Professor McGonagall is, "You wanted to see me, Professor?" Not, "I have it on good authority that you have no evidence." Who knew?"

Remus rolls his eyes affectionately. "Anyone with a brain?"

"Shut up," Sirius snorts, sitting next to him. "So did you like the prank?"

Remus laughs. "I loved it. It was amazing. You're amazing."

"I know," Sirius grins cheekily, and kisses Remus, and fireworks explode all over again.