"You're stark raving mad. He'd never…."

"But I'm telling you that we're being too obvious not that he can't be talked round. If we wheedle long enough, convince him subtly and all…."

"Subtly! You! Ha, don't make me laugh Padfoot. The back end of a horntail has more delicacy than you. He'd be too afraid of getting caught and found out. This would mean more than his badge."

When've we ever been caught when we put our minds to it properly? We have your cloak, our newly minted secret weapon and our ability to disguise ourselves as fluffy, lovable…"

"You mean mangy flee-ridden."

"Speak for yourself Prongs."

"Stags don't get fleas"

"No – just that mouldy stuff that's falling off your antlers in big lumps at the moment. Dead attractive, that!"

There was a moment of sour silence before James Potter sullenly replied.

"I'm still on the fence about this whole thing. Surely it can't be that easy."

"Oh ye of little faith. I found a weak spot. I found the spell." James shifted his weight from foot to foot as Sirius continued.

"I'll grant you Remus will take some delicate persuading, but once he does he'll have just as much fun as we will, you'll see. You know he could use it after the OWLs and an err… hairy episode combined."

James face took on a rather guilty look and Sirius grinned.

"It's just that this is dodgy even by our standards"

"Rot. You've never been squeamish about anything we've done before. Right now you sound like some of our ball-less roommates. Where is the Prongs I know and mayhem with?" James glared as Sirius smirked and said "Or is it that you don't want to see..."

"Fine!" James replied tetchily. "We'll convince Remus and do it tonight after the Quidditch friendly. But if I get caught…"

"Evans will never speak to you again I'm sure; like she does anyway.

But Prongs, you'll get to die a happy man having seen her and the rest of the Gryffindor girls in the nip."

James grinned slightly.

"That's the spirit." Sirius bounded towards the door. "Lets get Remus."

"What about Peter?"

Sirius stopped. He looked uncomfortable.

"If we bring Peter along on something like this once, he'll never stop going till he leaves school. He'll do it one time too many - without us - and on his own…"

"He'll inevitably screw it up and get caught," sighed James.

"Yep," said Sirius " and even before McGonagall can give him detention till he dies of old age, some of the less dense ladies – possibly Evans – will guess that we had a hand in it too, extracted conformation from Peter…"

"And castrated us along with him." James winced. "Alright we leave Peter out of it. How do you propose to convince Remus?"

"Threaten to tell the Slytherins he's a werewolf."

"Sirius!"

"Oh alright. I was going to mention Marleen."

James snorted, "He actually likes her, he won't spy on her. Especially like that."

"You fancy Evans and yet here i you /i are."

"Evans doesn't fancy me back though, does she." said James irritably.

"Ah, that's what's got your knickers in a twist. Her impending nuptials with Snivily must be devastating and all but you'll soon get over her when you see one of her compatriots in the shower."

Sirius took his best mates shrug as agreement and continued with his ideas for convincing Remus.

A/N.

Any kind of review welcome. My grammar's not wonderful, so please don't vilify me for that. Cheers.