Chapter 7

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                “If sexiness were measured in chocolate, I’d be a very fat man,” Padfoot sighed, eating the last of his valentines candy.

                “But if you were fat, you wouldn’t be as sexy,” Peter said in a rare moment of wisdom.

                “…..You just blew my mind…”

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                James brushed Lily’s silky hair back from her face. “You’re so beautiful..”

                She gave him a soft smile. “And you look ridiculous.”

                “Why thank yo—. Wait, what?”

                “Sirius drew a Hitler mustache on your face during Charms.”

                “B-but that was five hours ago!!!!

                “Yeah, I know.”

                “Why didn’t you tell me sooner!!?!”

                “I was too busy laughing at you.”

                “And all those pictures you took of me!?”

                “Blackmail. And for my own personal amusement.”

                Sometimes James thought his girlfriend would make a pretty good Marauder.

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                Sirius gulped, sitting on the hospital bed next to Remus. It was the first full moon after they’d found out Remus’s secret; the first full moon where they all saw the horrors the transformation ravaged on the small boy’s body. James and Peter had gone to get lunch, but Sirius had opted to stay behind. Asleep or not, he couldn’t bare to leave his friend alone when he was wrapped in layers of bandages. The werewolf’s eyes fluttered open, focusing in on Sirius.

“Siri,” Remus asked in a small voice.

                “Yeah Rems?” Sirius whispered.

                “You’re squishing me.”

                Sirius looked down to where he was, in fact, sitting on his friend’s legs. “Oh. Sorry bout that mate.”

                “S’okay. Just do us both a favor and lay off the candy.”

                “Bloody tosser. See if I decide to comfort you with my superioryously amazing presence again.”

                “Somehow I think I’ll survive without it.”

                “But will you really live?

                “Most likely, yes. Now budge over.”

                Grumbling ‘ungrateful prick,’ Sirius scooted over.

                “Sirius, now you’re on my other leg.”

                “Well you’re just a picky little berk, now aren’t ya?”

                (Author’s note: I’d looooove some feedback!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

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