[Seventh Year]

"I can't believe we're almost done." Remus had a wistful look that Sirius only partly empathized with. "I'm going to miss this place."

"Yeah, but then you didn't have to room with Mulciber and Avery for seven years."

Remus laughed. "True." He ghosted his fingers along the piano keys, barely pulling notes from the sensitive instrument as he looked up at Sirius. "It hasn't been all bad, has it?"

"Not by half." Sirius grinned.

"I can't believe Lily agreed to move in with James."

"Slow and steady wins the race," Sirius said solemnly, trying not to let his mouth twitch.

Remus snorted. "More like bludgeoning, bloody-minded persistence."

"That," Sirius laughed. "And being made Head Boy didn't hurt."

"Barmiest thing Dumbledore has ever done, even over admitting me to Hogwarts. Still...s'pose everything turned out all right."

Sirius laced their fingers together, pulling them close to his lips so he could place nibbly little kisses to Remus' fingertips. "More than all right."

"You have alarmingly soppy tendencies, Sirius. Maybe I should rethink the plan to share a flat with you."

"I can't help it. I was deprived of affection as a young child and am now forced to make up for it by pathetic demonstrations of my heartfelt love."

"Pardon me," Regulus drawled from the open doorway. "Could you point me to the nearest loo? I have a sudden urge to heave up my lunch."

Peter pushed past him into the room. "At least you'll only have to deal with them over the summer and at hols, mate. I'll be forced to put up with them full time."

"Maybe I'll take up Uncle Alphard on his offer."

"Oi!" Sirius pulled away from the blushing Remus to glare at his brother. "See if I send you any fancy care packages next term."

"I'm sure Regulus can procure his own wanks mags without your help, Padfoot." James entered the room with a swagger, clapping Regulus and Peter heartily on the back, and drawing them into his orbit. "What are you wankers up to, anyway?"

"Maudlin fare-thee-wells and sickening displays of puppy love apparently."

Sirius and Remus both shoved up two fingers, making them share a giggle. James rolled his eyes while Peter and Regulus made gagging sounds in the background.

"Right," James said loudly. "Enough sentimental twaddle. Time to act like men!" He pulled two bottles out of his robes. "Fortunately for you, I've brought firewhiskey. We drink!"

"The last time we got smashed in this room, you kissed Moony," Peter pointed out.

"If you touch him again, Prongs, I'll break your nose!"

"No lips but Evans' shall ever touch mine again!" James declared with a dramatic flourish. "Not that it wasn't grand, Moon-mmph!"

"Remus!" Sirius' scandalized tone and James' shocked face had the other three boys clutching their stomachs. Peter pried the bottles away from James and passed them around, conjuring glasses for them all.

"To us!" he cried. "Long may we reign!"

"To us!"

Long after the others had passed out, Remus and Sirius sat at the piano again.

"Prongs' dulcet snores provide a lovely counterpoint, don't you think?"

"It's better than his singing voice, anyway."

Sirius turned to give Remus a soft grin. "Remember the first song I ever played for you?"

"Of course." Remus' lips curved up in remembrance, and he tilted his head against Sirius' shoulder. "It's too bad you forgot the harp when you left."

He shrugged gently. "It was hers. I always preferred playing duets on the piano with you, anyway."

"Play it for me now?"

His fingers found the proper keys as his lips found Remus.

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Note: Mog is English slang for a pet cat.