It was summer. The Marauders had been locked inside their dormitory since early that morning with firm, verging on hysterical, instructions from Lily to "…finish that damn homework." The sound of the door locking magically behind her lingered in the room, followed by whispers of "God damnit, Prongs!"

Nine unproductive hours later, Remus wanted out.

Sirius seemed to have gone slightly delirious with boredom during the last half hour and invented the "if your name is Remus, take all your clothes off" game. To humour him, Remus had reluctantly removed his cloak, shoes and belt.

"Strip! Strip! Strip!"

"I did!"

"That's not stripping, that's 'removing inessential items of outerwear'…the rules clearly state—"

"What rules?!"

"Aw, come on, dude. You clearly lose at this game so just fucking give in already."

"No, no, no. On so many levels, just no."

"Give in, Sirius. He's totally not gonna do it."

"Yeah, this game sucks anyway."

"Ugh…" Sirius released his grip on Remus and threw himself backwards onto his bed, at the same time folding his arms and sinking low into the many pillows. He sat there for a few moments, radiating 'why-can't-I-have-my-own-way' vibes. "Why don't you think of something better to do, Potter? Bet you fucking can't."

"Anything's better than the 'let's molest the Werewolf' game," Remus chimed in from where he was now perched on the edge of Peter's bed.

Peter sighed and scratched the back of his head. "Your fault we're stuck in here for the day, Sirius. Wanna try one more essay?"

"No," Sirius said sullenly. Remus sighed. If he was completely honest, he didn't feel like working anymore. He and Peter had confiscated Sirius and James's wands several hours ago. The fan Peter had transfigured from an old hat had officially stopped working. No one could work out how to unlock the windows Lily had enchanted – apparently, ensuring they didn't escape into the sunny grounds was more important than supplying them with fresh air.

"Ok, fine. We'll start again tomorrow."

Sirius, James and Peter all looked up with equally surprised facial expressions. Up until then, Remus had been flapping around pretty much forcing them all to work their way through several books, with little or no result. "What?" he asked, rubbing his eyes. "I'm as pissed off as you guys now. So I say we quit for tonight."

He bent down to retrieve a book that had been kicked under the bed. "And plus, I don't think Sirius's mental health is doing too well." he continued, his voice slightly muffled.

Sirius snorted. "You know, if you'd just fucking give in then we wouldn't have any issues at all." He crawled onto the floor next to Remus, grinning. Grabbing the book that was just out of the brunette's reach, he rammed it into Remus's chest. "There."

"Ow, thanks," he replied, standing up. Sirius jumped up next to him and slung his arm around Remus's shoulders.

"So, what're we gonna do now?" he asked, shoving his other free hand into his pocket and leaning his head onto Remus's shoulder.

"Dunno," Remus replied slowly, sending out 'help me, you know what Black gets like when he's bored' signals frantically with his eyes and indicating how Sirius's arm seemed to have magically made it's way down to his waist. James giggled. Remus made a mental note to show Lily his diary.

"Oh… um, I guess we could just give up for tonight and make an early start in the morning? Yeah?" Peter offered.

"Yeah, okay," James nodded, not taking his eyes off the Snitch he had produced. "Sounds fun."

"Yeah! Oh wow, yeah! We can have, like, a sleepover! Awesome." Sirius's smile widened. "It'll be fun, Moony!"

Rule one of being best friends with Sirius Black - anything he deems to be 'fun' will most certainly end up in either a trip to the hospital wing or major sexual harassment of the Lupin variety. Judging by the way Sirius's fingers were now inside the pocket of his jeans, Remus could take a pretty good guess. He forced a smile. After all, it's not like he hadn't got used to it by now.

"Uh, Padfoot? We have 'sleepover's' every night."

Sirius squealed and jumped back onto the bed, pulling Remus with him and almost crushing Peter's half-finished essay.

"Careful!"

"What? Oh yeah, sorry. Let's do fun stuff. Not our bedtime yet…" Sirius glanced at Remus where he was now, somewhat awkwardly, perched on Sirius's lap. Remus could have sworn Sirius actually licked his lips. He tried his best to ignore it as the arm around his waist tightened. "We've got loads of time…"

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so I wanted to see if I could finish something that had more than one part.

uh, hi, I have no idea where this is going.

I love you all.