Get One Thing Straight, I'm Not

Chapter 5 Raging Redhead

Sirius burst out laughing. "Me fancy Remy? You're kidding, right?"

"I'm serious," replied James calmly.

"Actually, I'm Sirius."

"If you make that dumb joke one more time- Never mind. What would your perfect match be like?"

Sirius raised one eyebrow, something that made the other Marauders envious since they all had to raise both eyebrows, at the abrupt change of subject. "Someone who, um, completed me, I guess, by being things I'm not, like sensitive, patient, and responsible. Yes, Jamsie, I'm admitting that I'm irresponsible; just don't tell McGonagall. They'd have to have some of the same interests as me, though, or we'd have nothing to talk about...Oh, and it's important for them to like my mates," he added.

"You just described Remus," James bluntly pointed out.

Sirius opened his mouth to argue, but closed it again when he realised that what James claimed was entirely true. There was an awkward silence and Sirius despised them; therefore he broke it. "Well, fine, let's say I do fancy Remus. What do I do about it?"

"Ask him out," James responded, as if it should have been obvious.

Shaking his head, Sirius stated, "You know how he is, someone can't just flirt with him out of nowhere. Besides, I don't even know which way he swings."

Before James had the opportunity to tell Sirius that he was certain Remus had a crush on him someone with flaming red hair burst through the door.

"Evans, you should've knocked. Someone could have been changing," Sirius mock reprimanded, oddly unperturbed by her random entrance. James was acting normal (Well, normal for him anyway.) however; Sirius could tell he was nervous by the hand that he was running through his untidy hair.

"That would have been traumatizing," commented Lily tersely.

"Yeah, I'd be scarred for life."

"I meant traumatizing for me." She shifted her attention to James. "It's you that I'm here to see."

James grinned, "I only wanted to go out with you and you came right to my room. You sure move fast."

Sirius guffawed appreciatively.

Lily appeared as if she was exerting all of her self-restraint not to strike him. "Listen, all I want to know is why you snuck this in my bag." She shoved a piece of parchment under his nose.

"It's a poem I wrote for you."

"Ha! You wouldn't know poetry if it danced the hula in front of you! I know Remus wrote it; tell him I said he's sweet, and I want you, Potter, to remember that plagiarism is evil."

He did not deny the accusation. Instead, he remarked, "You have to be evil in order to live because evil is live spelled backwards."

"I don't even know what to say to something that stupid."

"Say you'll go out with me."

"Potter, stop it! I will never go out with a chair like you!"

"I'm not a chair, I'm a table, and you're a quill."

Sirius decided to leave them to their witty argument and go to meet Remus after his lesson.