A/N: Hahaha. Long time, no see, I guess! :p I'd just like to apologize for my inability to write more than oneshots. I doubt I'll ever continue the stories I've started on. Actually, now that they're so old, I blush just thinking at them. I always regret posting stuff. I'll probably regret posting this, too, haha.
So, I won't say this will be a multi-chapter story, but it might be. This li'l idea has actually been drifting around my mind for over two years, with another pairing I won't mention, but the other day I got this urge to write it. Really strong urge. So now I've been abandoning my homework for almost eight hours. Slow writer- no, make that writer with short attention span. I was distracted.
Anyway, none of the characters belong to me (obviously, since I post it on ), but J.K. Rowling in all her glorious glory...ness. Warnings? Hmm, mild boy's love, if I continue it, it might be worse later on.

The Fat Lady was abruptly awakened by another roar from the Gryffindor Common Room. She mumbled a couple of well-chosen swears under her breath. It was well past curfew; at least seven hours past. She couldn't understand how they all managed to still keep their eyes open - let alone cause such uproar at this time of night. Gryffindor students had always been like this – noisy teenagers who always had to push the limits. The Fat Lady should've been used to it by now, but she still became mildly irritated whenever they hosted a party. Though she had to admit, she was quite fond of them. She rarely exchanged a word with any of them, other than "Password?" or yelling at them for waking her up, or for being ungrateful. Although she felt slightly stupid, she considered them her children – she was, after all, the one who took care of them, protected them from danger... or just students from other Houses. Just like the teachers of Hogwarts, she had her favourites. For example, she particularly liked one of the older Gryffindor girls, one with both fiery hair and soul. In her sleepy state, the Fat Lady couldn't recall her name – she vaguely recalled the boy with the jet-black mop of hair shouting at her... was her name Evans? She couldn't be bothered to think about it anymore –a tolerable silence had settled over the Gryffindor Common Room again. Murmurs could still be heard, but at least they weren't running around like a flock of trampling Hippogriffs, like they usually were, so the Fat Lady once again drifted off into a deep, dreamless sleep.

Inside the Common Room, there reigned a state of total havoc, as could be expected on a Friday night. Some of the older boys had smuggled a large number of Butterbeer and some precious litres of Firewhiskey from Hogsmeade to celebrate their victory over Ravenclaw in Quidditch. There had probably been almost fifty Butterbeer, but most of it had gone, and now that the younger children had left, yawning, for their dormitories, the Firewhiskey had been put on the table. The remaining students were none under fifteen, and every single one had drunk a tad too much for their own good. All the Gryffindors' faces shone with happiness and laughter. Chairs stood abandoned against the walls, and the students sat in a messy circle not far from the fireplaces. The centre of attention appeared to be a certain girl with waist-long, flaming red hair sitting in a lip-lock with a boy with unkempt, dark hair and whose glasses had been knocked permanently askew long ago. The other Gryffindors were cheering and wolf-whistling, and applauded the couple loudly as they broke apart, cheeks as red as the carpet they sat on and faces covered in a thin layer of sweat. She slid of his lap, grinning widely, and breaking into a fit of giggles as she settled down beside the boy, and he put his arm protectively around her again.

"Alright," James Potter grinned and straightened his glasses, "who d'you reckon's next, Lily?"

Lily shook her long mane of hair while she searched the crowd for their next prey. She smirked evilly as she recognized the thick, black locks of Sirius Black. "Padf't," she announced loudly, but sloppily, "truth or dare?"

Sirius' face lit up – he hadn't been asked in ages, and honestly – it was getting quite boring. "Oh Lils," he sighed theatrically, "I thought you knew me. Dare f'course!"

"Pads, you have to..." Lily began, frowning, but James cut her off. "Y'have to make out with... with..." he shouted and took one of the empty bottles. There came a pleased whine from almost all the girls in the room. "Let's spin this, and see who you'll be snogging, 'kay?"

Some of the girls sat up straighter, paying rapt attention. Since Sirius Black was not currently dating someone, he was, according to the rules they were playing with, free to snog anyone. Almost every eye in the room was locked on the bottle spinning – except the girls that were trying to fight their way to the front to increase their chances. However, they realized their attempt had been in vain as the bottle stopped on-

"Remus!" James exclaimed with a roar of laughter, all the boys following suit. In their drunken state, it did not occur to them how weird it'd be for a boy to snog one of his closest friends. The girls groaned and glared at Remus Lupin, who sat wide-eyed beside Sirius, his mouth hanging slightly open. He hadn't drunk too much – well, compared to James and Sirius, at least - and was still able to think quite clearly, and see that this was not exactly his favourite scenario at the time.

"Well, Moons, y'know," Sirius grinned wickedly and caught his eye, "a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do, y'know?"

And so, Sirius Black grabbed Remus Lupin by the shoulders and kissed him fiercely. Caught by surprise, the auburn-haired boy was pushed to the floor, where Sirius leaned over him and continued assaulting his mouth. The boys wolf-whistled even more than they had when the previous couple was in the fray. The girls stared in shock – Sirius Black was kissing another boy, how come he wasn't kissing them? Lily Evans was one of the few who joined the boys' cheers.

After the first seconds of shock (and pain, from Sirius' front teeth bumping into his upper lip), Remus' eyes closed, his arms slipped around the other boy's neck and pulled him closer. Heck, he thought, I've come this far. Why not make the best of it? A thrilling feeling tingled throughout his whole body – wow, no wonder the girls love Sirius, he really is a great kisser - as he felt Sirius tongue nimbly dart out to lick his lips, and he opened, without complain. It was a bit wet, and admittedly weird, at first, but as the kiss lasted and lasted, he really started to enjoy it. He finally understood why James and Sirius were always hitting on girls – if he only had known kissing was this great, he'd have tried to obtain one earlier. He only hoped kissing girls were as good – 'cause I'm definitely not gay, no way! Gripping Sirius tighter and burying his fingers in his hair, Remus distractedly wondered what Sirius was thinking...

Sirius' thoughts were, in fact, not far away from his own. Okay, Remus wasn't the greatest kisser ever, but – y'know, kissing Moons is way better than girls... wait, what? It was far more thrilling. He was tired of all the girls hitting on him now. They were all so... obnoxious. Alright, he could appreciate a good body, but it wasn't as exciting as earlier. Snogging girls – well, it was okay. It was fun. But it wasn't totally awesome, like it used to be. Snogging Remus brought that flock of butterflies fluttering in his stomach, and made his heart beat rapidly, his blood thunder loudly in his veins... God, he'd missed this sensation.

After almost a minute of heated snogging, Sirius' trembling arms, sore lips, and the lack of oxygen, made him reluctantly break off the kiss. As he opened his eyes, he saw Remus staring at him from under half-lidded eyes – cheeks aflame, lips glistening and breathing laboured made him look... delicious. How come he'd never seen how handsome Remus could be? Sirius almost wanted to do it all over again – snog the bloke senseless. Remus, however, appeared to remember just where they were, and sat up quickly, almost knocking Sirius over in the progress. He straightened his shirt, which had become disturbingly wrinkled by just a minute of snogging. Trying to appear unfazed, he settled against the wall again, but he just couldn't keep a huge grin off his face.

Sirius however, appeared unfazed and perfectly normal (although his cheeks were sporting a deeper shade of red than before) without any effort, as he dared Peter Pettigrew to wake the Fat Lady up and sing her a serenade of how much he loved her, before proposing to her.

None other than the two boys themselves noticed the spark their eyes were giving off – the same flame that ignited in Sirius' eyes when he and James were planning an extraordinarily good prank, the little glint of excitement that shone in Remus' eyes whenever he was talking about a particularly good book.

Two hours later, the four Gryffindor sixth-year boys stumbled laughing into their shared dormitory. Early morn light was filtrating through the curtains drawn around the open windows, where a light, refreshing breeze snuck into the room. A couple of birds could be heard chirping happily someplace some hundred metres below the windows.

"That... was... genius, Prongs!" Sirius gasped, wiping tears of mirth away from the corners of his eyes.

"I know," Prongs grinned, and stumbled onto his bed. "Whoops," he half gasped, half giggled, before positioning himself comfortably and almost instantly drifted off to sleep, the wicked grin still on his face, his glasses still lopsided. He looked slightly comical, although raving mad, where he lay.

Peter followed suit; he always did whatever James did. Few minutes later, their combined snoring thundered through the dormitories.

Remus, however, being the most responsible of the four, entered their shared bathroom and began brushing his teeth while examining his mirror image. He looked extremely tired – no doubt about it. But his eyes still shone with excitement, laughter and happiness. He grinned to himself as he rinsed his mouth for toothpaste.

As he made his way out of the bathroom, Sirius entered it. They very nearly bumped into each other, and Remus, still under the influence of alcohol and smitten by laughter, began giggling after they'd both said their apologies.

"Why're you laughing?" Sirius asked frowning, although a small smile played around his lips. "Dunno," Remus grinned, "I'm just happy. Having a good time. After all, I've got you lot, best friends you can have."

Sirius grinned along with him, but almost immediately turned serious again, but still with the little smile. "Remus, I just wondered..."

Remus looked curiously up at him. Was it just his imagination, or was Sirius looking a bit... nervous? Insecure? "Yeah? Spit it out, Pads." Sirius actually looked quite uncomfortable where he stood, something that didn't happen often. Actually... make that never.

"Just wondering if you enjoyed that as much as I did." The words came out in a stumbling mess, but Remus understood. Quite enjoying the situation of a baffled Sirius, who right now was staring fixedly at the sink, Remus tilted his face to the right, still staring questioningly at Sirius, and stayed silent for a while, until his pale cheeks actually flushed a slight pink. He quickly attempted to discreetly shake his hair into his face to hide it.

"Yeah. More, probably," he said, slowly, deliberately, his eyes never leaving Sirius' face. His expression was now, if possible, even more baffled, and - was that confusion?. Before leaving the bathroom, Remus flashed him a huge grin, leaving Sirius more confused than ever.

A/N: Sooo sloppy at the end. Sorry. I'm just too tired. I've tried to read it through and correct the errors I could find, but...
Might edit it and try to make it better later on. So yeah, I'll try to make a second chapter, but don't expect anything.