Lady stardust

James sighed, sliding into his seat in the back of the Transfiguration classroom. "What's up, Prongs?" Sirius asked, seeing the contemplation on his friend's face. "It's been too quiet," he said. "What do you mean, too quiet?" Peter asked, leaning across. "Snivellus, he's been quiet," James wrinkled his nose. "Are we still doing the Snape thing? Maybe it's good that he is ignoring us?" Remus remarked, closing his book. Sirius tilted his head, thinking for a moment. "Moons, I love you, but I have to side with James. We have to do something," he smirked. "And we never did get back at him for calling Lily, you know what," James added.

Remus smiled. "Okay, fine. Let's do it."

"Wooo!" James called loudly, cheering. "Pooter detention," Professor McGonagall exclaimed from the front of the classroom. "It was Sirius's fault!" He proclaimed. Sirius groaned. McGonagall had put up with their mischief for seven years now and, as much as she loved them, was done with their antics. "You too, Black, detention," she sighed.

James smirked at Peter and Remus. "Come on, you guys should get detention too," he whispered. "Easy enough," Remus shrugged. "Care of Magical Creatures, the professor hates me," Remus joked. "Ah yes, he can smell your furry little problem," James remarked. Remus rolled his eyes. "Pete?" Sirius asked. Peter looked nervous. "Potions detention already, have it, remember," he said weakly. Pete hated getting detention. "Oh right, seems like we are set, Moons. Just make sure you don't care for the creatures today," Sirius chuckled. "Wait, I don't have to, being head boy and all. I help supervise," Remus smiled, leaning closer, gently kissing Sirius. "I love that you have that role," Sirius smirked, leading to another one of Remus's eye rolls.

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"Mr. Lupin, Mr. Black, a word," McGonagall said, holding the two back after class. They looked over at James, who just shrugged and stepped outside with Peter. "What's wrong, Professor?" Remus asked. Sirius rolled his eyes; of course, Remus would be a suck-up. "I noticed what you two did in the back of class," she said uncomfortably. Remus's heart sank, and Sirius twitched nervously. McGonagall cleared her throat. "I wanted to say, even if I don't think that's appropriate class behavior, I want you boys to know that if any students give you trouble about it, tell me. I am here for you," she said, offering them a biscuit.

Whatever Sirius was expecting, it was not this. "Oh um, thanks, Professor," Sirius said, smiling. "Now off you boys go, have a good day," McGonagall said. Remus nodded and led Sirius out of the class.

"What was that about?" James asked when they left. "McGonagall hates homophobes," Sirius joked. "Do you think she's a lesbian?" James asked joking as they walked down the corridor. "No, no, she has had multiple husbands," Sirius said. "Oh, right," he paused. "Then she's a bisexual icon," he laughed. Sirius rolled his eyes. "Whatever helps you sleep at night," Sirius sighed.

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That night, Sirius, James, and Peter made their way to the trophy room where detention was being held; of course, Remus was waiting for them. Normally the supervisor was assigned randomly, but Remus happened to see the paper fall out of Filch's pocket, so he scribbled his name down with Potter, Pettigrew, and Black.

"Look, a group of delinquents," Remus said sarcastically as his friends walked in. "James, are we delinquents?" Sirius gasped, feigning shock. "By Merlin, Black, we are. How will we cope?" James gasped back, holding a hand to his forehead. Remus tossed them all sponges. "What, Moons, you're making us do this?" James groaned. "For now," he smirked. "Anyway, did any of you have plans for Snivellus?" He asked.

Sirius shot him a mean glare. "Remus Lupin, I thought you loved me," he mumbled, getting down on all fours to clean the trophies on the bottom shelf.

Remus sighed and bent down to kiss Sirius. "There, do you think you can clean now?" he asked. Sirius tilted his head. "For a little bit, but I may need more motivation," he smiled.

Remus just laughed and sat back down on a shelf. "Well, if none of you have ideas, I may have something..." Remus said, getting that wild look in his eyes.

Remus was always in charge of planning pranks ever since the time in second year when James tried to but failed miserably. "What's that?" James said, shooting up.

"Well, there is a reason I picked for you guys to have detention in here," he said, gesturing to the window.

Everyone crowded around it to see the Quidditch pitch dimly lit by the moonlight. "Oh my Merlin," James snickered.

There was a clear view of Snape trying to fly a broomstick very badly, might I add. "He's been doing this since last year. I guess he is trying to become a pro Quidditch star," Remus snickered.

Sirius's eyes lit up. "So, what's the plan, Moons?" he asked. "I was thinking we charm the broomstick to sing so that when he flies it starts playing loud, horrible music, drawing everyone to their windows to see Snape badly flying a singing broomstick."

"You're a genius, Moony!" Sirius grinned, practically jumping up and down with excitement. "God, revenge never tasted so sweet. Why didn't you think of this last year after he was a git to Evans?" Peter laughed. "Lily told us not to mess with him, remember? And this was when James was still head over his little red converse," Remus remarked. "And James, you never told me what made you stop the Evans thing?" He remembered. James froze; had he already told Sirius what would happen if he told Remus too?

Sirius glanced at James then back at Remus. "Black, you better not be having an affair on me with James," Remus laughed. "I thought you had to be married to have an affair; otherwise, it's cheating," Sirius said.

Remus rolled his eyes. "Fine, no cheating on me with Potter now, and no affairs in the future," he said, shrugging. Sirius felt his face turn red. James grinned at Sirius. "Hey, look at the time. We have ten minutes till we have to go," James said, quickly changing the topic.

James and Sirius went back to the floor to clean while Remus went to the other side of the room to talk to Peter. "He said affair; he's planning on marrying me," Sirius whispered excitedly. "If you don't mess it up," James whispered back, which rewarded him a punch in the arm. "Owww!" He exclaimed.

"Oops, Remus sounds like he's cheating on you," Peter said giggling. "You all are idiots," Remus laughed.

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The following night after Remus and James snuck away from the herd of students to go to the Quidditch pitch.

"Alohamora," James said, unlocking the door. "Okay, be quick. I'll keep watch," James reminded Remus as he slid into the broom shed. Remus quickly located the broom Snape used; it was old and barely had anything to it anymore—most of the bristles were missing.

Remus pulled out his wand and tapped the broom a few times, muttering the incantation under his breath. “Okay, we’re good.” He grinned, stepping out of the shed. James cheered. “Wooo, Moons, you're a genius; let's go.” They ran through the castle, trying to get back to the Gryffindor common room. When James felt something slam against him, he fell to the floor. “Ow, who ran into me, what the?” He asked confused. But quickly noticed it was Reg who fell in front of him. “Really, love?” Reg said, rolling his eyes. “You're the one who was not paying attention,” Reg reminded him.

“Right, right, well, why did you not notice me?” James asked, smiling. Reg was the best person to run into. “I was reading; guess we are both at fault,” Reg said, standing, then reaching out to help James up.

James took Reg's hand to stand up; he looked around, Remus was walking up to them, but there was still some space.

“Kiss me?” Reg whispered. James gave Regulus a swift kiss on the cheek. “There.” James said, smiling. Reg smirked. “You know that's not what I meant,” he said mischievously. James blushed. “But Remus is right there.” James said, cocking his head back. “I don't mind if you don't.” Reg shrugged. "If you insist.”

Regulus wrapped his hands around James’s neck while James settled his hands on Reg's hip.

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“God damn it, Prongs. It was only a full 4 days ago; you know it fucking hurts to run, you prick,” Remus mumbled before stopping, seeing James kissing someone but in the dark, he could not exactly tell who.

James and Reg finally broke apart, smiling and giggling; Reg turned, and Remus could make out his face.

He wasn't shocked; it was obvious Reg had a thing for James, but still a little surprising to see them being together in public.

“Ha, well, I should go,” Reg said, slipping out of James’s grasp but letting his hand linger on James’s shirt. “Alright,” James said weakly.

“See you later.”

“Bye, love.”

James stood there watching Reg walk off with that same star-struck look Reg always left him with. “He really does a number on you, huh, Prongs?” Remus smirked, resting his arm on James’s shoulder. “Yeah,” James said dreamily. "Well, I'm not shocked, honestly,” Remus laughed.

This snapped James out of his little trance. “What, why?” He asked exasperated. “Do you really think I believed Reg was going to watch Quidditch to cheer on Sirius?” He said, rolling his eyes.

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“Come on, mates,” Sirius said in a hushed tone later that night walking to the window. The Marauders all crowded around.

“3, 2, 1,” Remus counted quietly as Snape mounted the broom. BOOSH!

The broom broke out in the dreadfully girly music of ‘Celestina Warbeck’ as the broom shot up; Peter started laughing. Looking out the window, they could see all the windows of Hogwarts lighting up with people looking out to see the dreadful flying paired with embarrassment as Snape tried to get his broom to land.

After 10 minutes, the music stopped, and the broom landed, letting Snape sneakily run off the field trying to hide his face. “God, that was the best ten minutes of my life,” Sirius said trying to breathe through his laughter. “Oh my god, did you see that? All the lights are on every dorm and common room, candle-lit,” Peter giggled. “This is our best yet, boys,” James grinned, patting Remus on his back. “That wannabe Death Eater, bigoted prick got what he deserved,” James said happily.

Sirius ran over to his trunk and pulled out 4 cans of Butterbeer Soda, Hogsmeade's newest fad. “Here, mates, to the Marauders,” Sirius said, handing out the honey-colored cans.

“To the Marauders!” They all cheered with the crisp crack of the cans being opened. (Well, except Peter's; he opened his can a second too late and it exploded all over his face.) “The fucking Marauders,” he mumbled.

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