A/N: I NEED TO STOP STARTING THESE DAMN THINGS IN NOVEMBER.

Warning: Slash, swearing, and many lols.

Disclaimer: I don't own any characters you recognise, and alas nobody will give me so much as a limo full of whores and bubbly for my fanfiction, I had to settle for a tricycle full of barbies and apple juice. -sad face-

The Wooing of Sirius Black

"All I'm saying is that our OWLS are only six months away!" Remus said exasperatedly. "These are some of the biggest exams of our lives, they decide what subjects we'll be able to do at NEWT level... what careers we can have down the line! Like it or not, it's important that we study." He huffed bossily, adjusting the stack of books in his arms.

"You are the most boring person I have ever met, and I once had Professor Binns going on at me for half an hour about how he had squashed a spider with his favourite book like a thousand years ago when he had real hands, and he was still really upset by it, and how he missed reading, and oh my GOD just thinking about it makes me want to jump out the fucking window." Sirius groaned, whacking his head on the post of his four poster.

"Glad to have won the title." Remus said dryly. "I'll be downstairs, NOT failing my OWLs. If anyone wants to join me, they're welcome."

"I hate you so much." Sirius eyed Remus, following him dully down the stairs. Peter and James merely shared a look. Sirius and Remus had been arguing more and more recently, and it was actually becoming a worry. From being the closest two of the Marauders, they had become constant bickerers, unable to agree on the simplest thing.

"PETER, COULD YOU BRING MY NOTEBOOK DOWN? IT'S ON MY BED." Remus called up, and the distant sound of sniping discussion slowly faded down the stairs.

Groaning, Peter wandered over to Remus' bed, which bore two notebooks, one slim, black, and slightly battered, the other one brown and torn to shreds. Not thinking twice, Peter opened the brown one, thinking it looked more like a much used notebook.

Which, of course, it was not.

"James..." Peter mumbled, hardly able to believe what he was seeing. "I think I've figured out why Remus and Sirius have been fighting so much lately."

God, he's so beautiful, I can't even breathe around him. It's like being hit by a train. He keeps starting these fights with me though, and I can't help continuing them, just because any conversation with him is better than nothing. I don't know what to do, I can't keep this up. I need to just get over it. Sirius will never like me.