Playing with the Boys
Chapter Fourty: Playing With The Boys.

A/n: *cowers in fear from the wrath of the reviewer nazis* .;; I'm so very, very, very sorry. Please accept my offering of Peace *nudges forwards a very reluctant array of chocolate covered Marauders* ^_^ Easter-y Goodness. I suppose you could say that this update took so long to get out because I simply did not want to do it. For this marks the end of an era my friends! The End of Playing with the Boys. *sniffs* I can't believe it! I first began this story on the 24th January 2004, over a YEAR ago. It's been a hell of alot more successful then I ever expected it to be.. X.x;; But yet, its still only the first installment of the series o_O;; Dear god what have I gotten myself into x.x But finally, for all of you who have been hassling me for the Slash to begin, it is time for the third year/fourth year section. Argh! As I promised to you all there will be a list of all of the songs that I have used in this fic, in the order that I used them without repeating those I have used more then once. But dear god I'll miss this ficcy x.x;; I love it to pieces. I've already began my revamping of the first chapter, just fixing up all those terrible errors that I've made and restructuring some of it. ^_^;; Oh hell, Thankyou all of my reviewers and loyal readers of this fic, hopefully the second installment will attract your attention ^_^. More details as to the second part are at the end of the page, for now I urge you onto enjoying the last chapter. Even if it is a little bit patchy - I couldn't help it. My mind is trying to hold up the creativity block thats had me barred from this ficcy for months... Ahem, anyway, without further ado, I present to you the final chapter of Playing with the Boys. ^_^

The Great Hall was a sea of whispering students. The soft flickering of candle-light hovering over the tables set a dramatic shadow to the entire hall. The glittering stars that shone overhead were a polished effect to the dramatic murmuring that hovered - ever present amongst the nervously squirming students.

The End of Year feast was always a spectacular event to behold and it set even the most rebellious of students into silent frenzy, the entire hall was filled to brimming, indeed it appeared that the only person missing from the action was the Defense Against Darks Arts Professor himself. It was here that the Marauders fell into silence for the first time of the year, awaiting anxiously the results of the House Cup - and more importantly awaiting for the presentation of the Quidditch Cup. They squirmed in their seats, Sirius screwing up pieces of the paper napkins and flicking them idly towards the Slytherin table in an attempt to rid himself of the nerves that had set in. James had taken hostage the salt and pepper shakers and was creating pyramids of salt and pepper crystals upon the white table-cloths.

Peter was shifting absently in his seat, reading a well-worn Sherlock Holmes comic book under the table while Remus hummed absently beneath his breath. However, the second that Albus Dumbledore rose from his seat - wearing a pair of lurid emerald green robes, all four snapped to attention.

The whispering died away and silence held the air as all eyes within the hall turned expectantly towards their headmaster who cleared his throat experimentally before smiling broadly. "Well, we have come to another end of year at Hogwarts again at last," he declared peering around the hall over the top of his half-moon glasses, "and I expect you are all extremely hungry. So I will not waste your time with my waffling, I shall get straight to the important part. The winner of the house cup."

The entire hall seemed to tense, leaning unconsciously in Dumbledore's direction with hypnotised stares resting upon the brilliantly gleaming cup that Professor Flitwick had placed upon the table in front of the Headmaster. The headmaster stood in silence for several moments, his eyes fixed with a fond expression upon the cup that seemed to be gleaming so - invitingly to him. It was almost as though the magnificent trophy were speaking to him - as if it were willing him to pick it up and keep it.

The wisened headmaster cast a shiftly glanced around the hall as he opened his mouth to speak, his throat seemed unsually dry for some reason and his palms were decidedly slick with sweat. "The winner.. of the house cup" he began again, his eyes shifting back towards the gleaming trophy with a gulp.

The entire hall seemed to shift several inches closer to the staff table, their seats making a sharp groan against the floorboards as they scraped forwards. It became apparent after several moments however that the headmasters inner monologue was not functioning quite as it should be, as the man appeared to be debating with himself aloud, his voice coming out in a harsh whisper as his eyes settled upon the gleaming prize that sat before him.

"Why shouldn't I keep it?" they heard him deliberate with a hint of desperation creeping into his tone. "I am the headmaster.. It should be mine!".

As the students began to murmur nervously amongst themselves a loud slap of hands against a table rang through the hall and the heads of the students snapped up. Albus Dumbledore now cradled the House Cup under one arm, his eyes steely with determination as his mouth curved into a jovial smile. "After the counting of the House Points and the decision of the faculty, it has been decided that the winner of the House Cup this year is... Me."

With a delighted giggle and the uproar of anger that erupted from the four tables Dumbledore proceeded to cling with all his might to the prized trophy. Three Heads of Houses rounded on him and dove in a chaotic surge, ripping at the handles of the trophy with all their might in an attempt to claim it for their own. All the while Dumbledores despairing cries of, "my precious!" rang through the hall and over the student body.

The students watched in good-humor as their heads of houses proceeded to duke it out for the possession of the House Cup while the Ravenclaws sulked with marvellous conviction, as their Head of House was absent and therefore it seemed they had no show of attaining the coveted trophy for their own.

As the students began to chant in support for their Head of House nobody seemed to notice that the door of the Great Hall had swung open, or that a long vine like rope had appeared from seemingly nowhere - needless to say nobody had even noticed the large platform that had been fashioned somewhere near the cieling, until of course a loud wailing sound interrupted the feuding Houses and confusion turned to wonder, as they watched a blurred tartan pattern swing through the air at tremendous speeds and land with a thud in the center of the Staff Table.

A Ravenclaw sixth year, taking up his cue jumped up upon his seat and bellowed out at the top of his lungs. "IT'S A BIRD!"

Sirius, seeing that this Ravenclaw was obviously directing a challenge to him directly - as it was Sirius' job to be the most outlandish at all celebratory feasts, jumped up upon the Gryffindor table-top and directed a stunning glare in the Ravenclaws direction before roaring out. "NO! IT'S A PLANE!"

There was an uproar of tremendous cackling from the figure who now stood, arms crossed over his chest, head thrown upwards in the direction of the sky and a light wind ruffling his rather familiar kilt. "NO FOOLS!" he declared in a triumphant tone, "IT IS I! MANLY-MAN!"

There was a gasp that originated from somewhere at the Hufflepuff table and wound its way over the entire hall before Remus, with a decidedly twitching eyebrow, rose out of his own seat and in an attempt to stop the swarm of gushing whispers that had taken over the tide of the hall spoke up hopelessly, "... Uh.. Guys... It's Professor Moore. Guys? GUYS?"

The Ravenclaw table erupted into tumultuous applause as their Head of House swiped the House Cup from the greedy paws of the Headmaster and held it aloft with a triumphant holler of, "VICTORY!" The Ravenclaws echoed their head of house enthusiastically, punching the air triumphantly.

Meanwhile at the Gryffindor table, Remus Lupin let out a sigh of exasperation and began to smack his head valiantly against the table-top. "Fifty seven, fifty-eight, fifty-nine.."

Yes, End of Year feasts were always spectacular events, one way or another.

James Potter scowled irritably to himself and turned towards the table where someone had been thoughtful enough to start sending the food up to them. It simply wasn't fair - the Ravenclaws always won everything.

The midday sun streamed through the compartment window as the country side tore its way past in blurs of green, gold and grey. To Remus Lupin it was the end of another school year, and the beginning of what promised to be an extra-ordinarily uneventful holiday season. Or at least, that was what he most glumly presumed, as the news that his brother would be unfortunately detained in his latest job in Australia and unable to come home to visit had reached him the previous evening.

His hands were absently fingering the cords of the guitar that rested lazily upon his lap, one hand casually supporting the neck as the other plucked absently at chords while his eyes followed the current display of boredom induced idiocy that had overcome his friends. For Sirius Black and James Potter had devised another of their most infamous plans to rid themselves of boredom, which by all appearances, seemed to have been derived from the torturous invention of Professor Moores which he had deemed to call 'Defense Cricket'.

With a surprised yelp Remus hurriedly ducked his head just in time to avoid the smooshy remains of the cauldron cake that was serving as their ball as it came hurtling towards his head. With a curious glance backwards he watched the cake slowly slither its way down the wall behind him. A semi-amused smile finding its way onto his lips he raised an eyebrow questioningly towards the pair who were grinning somewhat dubiously at him as though expecting him to explode.

"It really is to cramped in here to be playing cricket..." he spoke up finally with an air of disinterest, glancing somewhat loftily towards the glass door of the compartment.

James caught his gaze and followed it, an expression of dawning hitting his eyes as his glasses slid several centimetres down the bridge of his nose. "Very cramped" he agreed as his eyes lit up and carefully rose to glance back towards his friend.

Sirius, never having been one to be left out of a dawning-of-realisation moment, or left out of the planning of activities concerning their happy foursome casually perked an eyebrow. Edging towards the door of the compartment and snagging onto the collar of Peters robes, who had been quite happily enthralled in another of his Sherlock Holmes comics and swigging butterbeer.

With the sudden application of leverage to his robes however Peter found the butterbeer cluttering to the floor and spilling unceremoniously over the carpet, accompanied by a fluttering comic book falling oh-so-terribly out of his reach. Soon enough three Marauders were clambering out of the compartment, dragging a fourth behind them who was scowling somewhat irritably and banging wildly on the compartment doors neighbouring theirs.

As irritated heads began popping out of the respective compartments and ranting began from the former-head-girl who had been strategically placed in a compartment near the infamous trouble-makers, it seemed that the trouble that had been caused in previous years, would be nothing to what was about to happen.

A dull roar echoed down the walls as a tennis ball was carefully polished upon the uniform robes of a grim-faced competitor. Sirius Blacks eyes narrowed shrewdly as they took in his opponent, and behind him the eyes of his wicket-keeper. The batsmen ahead of him weilded his beaters club with the air of experience, their eyes locked as Sirius began his run-up, carefully making sure to avoid hitting both the umpire and the off-strike batsmen as he let loose the tennisball in a direct-line for their make-shift wickets.

With a wild smack the ball sailed away over Sirius' head, passing directly between his fingertips and tailing away down the carriage with the marauders dorm-mate Locke in hot pursuit. When Peter, the acting umpire of the day, rose his hands in salute of a six a loud cry of "HUZZAH!" rose up from the spectators (all squished into the opened up compartments along the carriage.) Remus Lupin threw down his beaters club in favour of letting his own leading charge of "HUZZAH!" take place.

Sirius scowled at his friend who beamed broadly back as the spectators echoed back his own, 'HUZZAH!' with an enthusiastic rivalling "HUZZAH!" of their own. Of course however, Remus couldn't let this challenge be passed without allowing an additional, "HUZZAH!" to come forth from his lungs - which was repeated in due fashion by the becoming frustrated spectators, who simply could not be beaten by this cocky young batsmen. Remus however, was inclined to protest his own right to be the sole, "HUZZAH!"ing champion, and therefore crowed out a splendid "HUZZAH!" that had all prior "HUZZAH!"'s put to indefinite shame.

Having been duely beaten the spectators joined the bowler in scowling at the batsmen, who appeared to have taken full rights to "HUZZAH!"ing to the maximum. Huffing with what could be indignation the spectators turned to muttering the unfairness of it all, after all, they should by rights have been the sole "HUZZAH"-ing company, they were of course the crowd so it was only fair.

As the batsmen however opened his mouth to let out another triumphant crow of "HUZZAH!" to finalise his wonderful six, he was cut off by the indisputable roar of, "out!".

With a baffled expression the werewolf turned distinctly wide amber eyes towards the now beaming bowler who in turn pointed most casually to the wickets behind Remus. With all the perplexity in the world the werewolf turned towards his stumps and stared in curiosity at the fact that James was holding up the tennisball that had upset them. With a disbelieving expression Remus turned towards Sirius again who seemed in a terribly splendid mood, as he was currently displaying his best victory-dancing skills, following the defeat of his friend before Remus opened his mouth to let out a loud and groaning, "awwww c'mon REF!"

James sighed and clapped a hand on his were-wolf friends shoulders, fully intending on explaining that they were indeed, not playing soccer nor rugby, and therefore he should be appealing to the umpire, not the ref. But he didn't get very far however as Remus silenced him with a curt look and took off in a dramatic looking slow-motion run towards the other end of the crease.

Now Peter Pettigrew had never been the bravest of boys and today was not to be an exception. After all, when faced with a possibly enraged werewolf charging at you at minimum speeds with little to no hope of running or finding cover there was only one option left and this was the option that Peter openly took. For with a wail he dropped into a fetal cowering position and let out a loud and desperate squeaking wail of, "PLEASE DON'T EAT ME!"

It was these words that caused Remus to pause in mid step and raise an eyebrow, as he was accustomed to do in such situations, before plummeting with all the grace of a flying hippopotamus into the carriage floor with a resounding 'pthunk' and a whimper that sounded distinctly like "mummy".

With both boys hurriedly scrambling to their feet in an attempt to regain their dignity and poise it appeared that the spectators would not have a sparse amount of entertainment. With Peter trying to look as small and insignificant as possible and Remus casting a sheepish scowl around himself, before combing a hand through his hair in a very 'Fonz'-reminscent way in an attempt to regain some poise and let out a snarky yell of, "I meant to do that!"

It was at this moment, luckily for the distinctly flaming-cheeked pair, that the hawk-eyed former-headgirl, in the last act of her duty to the school swept in upon them with the devastation of a Hurricane. Successfully shutting down the enlgorged game of Train Cricket, as it had been lovingly dubbed by James Potter. With a no-nonsense expression she began ushering students back into their compartments before taking it upon herself to stand outside in the corrider glaring meaningfully at any who went so far as to even peer out of their compartments.

Once again confined to the four walls of their dreary compartment, Remus and Peter exchanged sheepish glances and avoided the inquisitive stares of both James and Sirius dutifully for the following twenty minutes time. This was the point in where the blurred green, golds and greys outside the window first began to incorporate some reddish browns, which certainly meant they were closing in on the half-way point of the train-ride.

This brought Remus once again slumped in his seat - having shifted several inches sideways to avoid the cauldron cake splatter - and once again thumbing the chords of his guitar, eyes focused upon the strings as Peter resumed his pawing of his comic and Sirius and James conversed in loud tones about their plans for the summer.

They didn't even seem to notice as Remus began to pick out an actual tune, which was unfamiliar to them as he began to sing along with his music. Remus didn't seem to care as they caught on and turned curious eyes upon their friend to listen. "Say it was the right time, to walk away. When dreamin' takes you no-where, It's time to play. Bodies workin' overtime, money don't matter, time keeps tickin', someones on your mind. - I'm movin' in slow motion, it feels so good, its a strange anticipation - Knock-knock-knockin' on wood. Bodies workin' overtime, its man against man. And all that matters, is baby who's ahead in the game. Funny but it's always the same... Playin', playin' with the boys, stayin' playin' with the boys. Off to chase the sunsets, one of lifes simple joys is playin' with the boys."

He paused and glanced up to find their eyes resting on him and blinked several times before raising an eyebrow cooly, with the composure that he had become famous for he declared smoothly, "yes?"

The first among them to take the challenge was Sirius, who leaned forward to stare him eerily in the eyes, a declaration of "yeeeesssss?" echoing from his throat as he raised his eyebrow in symmetry with Remus'.

Remus frowned and rolled his eyes. James coughed loudly and the pair turned to look at him curiously. "Well..?" he spoke up with a superior frown in place and the pair exchanged glances.

"Well what?" Remus finally conceeded, eyeing the bespectacled boy with a disarming stare as he leaned forwards unconsciously to get a better look at him.

"Well - aren't you going to finish your song?" James conceeded with the air of one talking to a small child who couldn't understand 'big words'.

Remus muttered indignantly and set a glare upon the Potter boy before returning to the earlier tune he had been picking out, after getting back into the rythm he made a face in James' direction and opened his mouth to continue singing. "Said it was the wrong thing for me to do, I said it's just a boys game, that girls play too. My heart is workin' overtime. In this kinda game, people get hurt. I'm thinkin that the 'people' is me. If you wanna find me I'll be, Playin', playing with the boys. Stayin', playin' with the boys. Off to chase the sunsets, one of lifes simple joys - is the boys."

"I don't wanna be the moth drawn to your fire, I don't wanna be obsessed by my desire... - I'd rather play with the boys - I'm stayin' here you play to rough. Playing, Playin' with the boys. I'll be staying, Playing with the boys. Off to chase them sunsets, one of lifes simple joys is playin' with the boys..." Remus trailed off as the door to the compartment was swung violently open and unintentionally flinched and scurried back several meters to the very corner of the seat - unintentionally squishing one James Potter into the window.

Not that the Potter boy blamed Remus Lupin one bit, for what the boy had seen was enough to scare anyone - or for that matter any living creature. It was a vision of such horror that James could feel his throat running suddenly dry, and he found himself trying to squish even further into the corner, he noted that Peter had somehow found himself on the floor and was attempting to wriggle between two of their trunks which had come loose from where they had been stashed under the seats.

Sirius alone greeted the new-comer with any warmth, a charming smile swimming across his face as he declared with a would-be-cheerful voice. "What a pleasant surprise..." he began looking up to beam at the form of the towering former-head-girl. Her eyes gleamed eerily in the dim carraige light and Sirius' smile faltered upon his lips, a nervous gurgle escaped his lips and he followed the example of his fellow Marauders and backed up at a hasty pace.

"You're making to much noise" she accused with a glowing stare.

Remus gulped slightly and attempted to hide the guitar from view in a rather pathetic display as he nodded his agreement. "Yes, to much noise" he echoed and a creepy smile filtered over the girls face as she swung her long braid over her shoulder (it had grown back surprisingly fast after James had decided to test just how far they could push their new Head Girl..).

"Glad we've come to an understanding boys" she declared with a smirk before turning on her heel and closing the compartment door with a snap behind her. As collective sighs escaped the group hidden behind within the compartment, she smiled to herself. Strolling down the corridor at a leisurely pace as she began to humm along to herself good-naturedly, once you had the Marauders under your thumb being Head Girl really wasn't all that much of a bad job really.

"... off to chase the sunsets.. One of lifes simple joys is Playin' with the Boys.."

Smirking over their most recent accomplishment in officially 'pissing off the Head Girl' the Marauders were in extremely good spirits. Good enough, Sirius had concluded, to give them reason to act like the resident lunatics. With a pro-efficient gleeful little snicker he sprung to his feet - an act that caused Peter to jump in his seat, James to drop the tennis-ball he had been tossing into the air and Remus to strike a sour-chord on his guitar. Needless to say, Sirius had just gained his friends attention.

He beamed with an air of superiority down at his friends as they all returned to their previous activities, the absent strumming of Remus' guitar providing appropriate background music as Sirius fingertips were drawn together. "Guys.. " he declared with a dazzling broad-way mint smile, "I have an idea."

Peter gasped, James yelped as his tennis-ball hit him in the eye and Remus hit a dramatic note on the guitar.

"An idea?" Remus echoed dutifully and James covered his mouth, adding the ominous sound effects of, "dun dun DUN."

Peter managed a weak smile and began to mutter absently beneath his breath - obviously being reminded of the last time that he had been confronted with one of Sirius' Ideas - which had inevitably led them to the mercy of Argus Filch. He shuddered visibly with distaste, muttering a dark and save hiss of, "Filch" aloud.

With several somewhat concerned glances in Peters direction, Sirius abruptly cleared his throat and waved his hands in an attempt to redirect the attention to him. It was when he began to reveal his diabolical scheme that the door was whipped open, an eery smile filtered across the Black boys face as his eyes turned craftily towards the somewhat unnerved looking Trolley Lady. Remus let out a soft groan and began to bang his head against the glass window pane. "Fifty-six, fifty-seven, fifty-eight.."

James Potter was fairly sure that he never wanted to hear the word 'Lunch Trolley' ever again cross the lips of his best friend.

Even if the prank had been a successful endeavour for the Marauders - and the look on the Slytherins faces had, indeed, been priceless. Yet the ominous glare that awaited them on the face of the Lunch Lady as their little joy-ride courtesy of the Lunch Ladies trolley. He none-the-less grinned as the trolley came to its rolling halt before the lady herself and the four teenagers clambered off of the contraption beaming broadly at one another.

He wondered absently whether the Slytherins would ever get over the shock of having four Gryffindors raid their compartment armed with loads of creampuffs and cauldron cakes - needless to say, their rivals had been suitably coated in both cream and cake by the time they had made their dramatic get-away upon the trolley itself.

It was funny, James had never imagined you could fit four growing teenagers onto the top of the contraption.

The point of the matter however, was that they had been led straight back to the Lunch Lady herself - a fact that made James rather suspicious of the trolley itself. Absently brushing cauldron cake crumbs from his robes he endeavoured upon a charming smile that he was in the process of mastering and slipped his hands behind his back.

He didn't even want to know what the Lunch Lady was thinking as a suspicious looking smirk smothered her face.

Remus Lupin wasn't sure if he'd ever seen King's Cross Station quite so busy. The Four Marauders found themselves being elbowed and shoved in all sorts of uncomfortable places - not that they weren't giving as good as they were getting. In fact it appeared by the sounds of things, that Sirius and James had made a game out of it. As a first year went sailing in Remus' direction and he hastily rebounded him in the opposite direction Sirius called out his score, "definitely a six Remy, you didn't put the effort into it!"

James concluded that it was indeed only a six while elbowing a gargantuan Slytherin fifth year in the ribs as they were carried across the tide of human bodies. "This is insane" came the wail from somewhere below them, where Peter it seemed had finally succumbed to the tide and was now somewhere around Remus' ankles. With collective sighs the three standing Marauders heaved the boy to his feet.

As a heavy elbow clouted Remus in the spine it appeared that the game was quickly becoming old - and they needed only to look to Sirius to find the inevitable answer to their problems. Making a desperate lunge towards the nearest platform pole they watched with fascination as he clambered up it into the air before crying out at the top his lungs, "STAGE DIVE!"

Almost immediately by reflex the entire crowd threw their hands up and Sirius flung himself headlong into the crowd, where he was quickly carried away over the sea of Wizards hands. Deciding that as the stunt had proved successful for Sirius, Remus and James clambered up the same pole and threw themselves to the crowds mercy, riding the waves of hands with a rush of sudden enthusiasm. When Peter was suddenly propelled past the pair they exchanged thoughtful glances and shrugged.

Remus found himself grinning as loud whoops lit the crowds of students and beamed up at the platform cieling.

Perhaps the holidays wouldn't be so bad after all.

An: Well thats it, the end. -sniffs- I'm really gonna miss this ficcy. And as promised, the songlist of all the songs follows this short AN ^_^;;

Moments from Playing with the Boys (Broadway Style)

Daydream Believer - The Monkees - Sirius, Chapter Two.
So Happy Together - The Turtles - Sirius, Chapter Two.
Great Balls of Fire - Jerry Lee Lewis - Sirius, Chapter Three.
One Way or Another - Blondie - Sirius, - Chapter Three.
Fly Me To The Moon - Frank Sinatra - James and Peter, Chapter Five.
The Boys are Back in Town - Bad Company - Remus, Sirius and Peter, Chapter Nine.
Bette Davis Eyes - Kim Carnes - Peter, Chapter Ten.
We Will Rock You - Queen - Remus, Sirius, James and Peter, Chapter Eleven
We are the Champions - Queen - Remus, Sirius, James and Peter, Chapter Eleven.
Sittin' on the Dock of the Bay - Otis Redding - Remus, Sirius and James, Chapter Twelve.
Come Fly With Me - Frank Sinatra - Remus, Sirius and James, Chapter Twelve.
Accoustic Number 3 - Goo Goo Dolls - Remus, Chapter Thirteen.
Why Georgia - John Mayer - Remus, Chapter Thirteen.
Bad Day - Fuel - Remus, Chapter Thirteen.
Knock Three Times - Tony Orlando and Dawn - Remus, Chapter Thirteen.
A Whole New World - The Aladdin Soundtrack - Remus, Chapter Fifteen
English Opening Song of Yu Yu Hakusho - Remus, Chapter Fifteen
I Will Survive - Donna Summer - Remus and Sirius, Chapter Sixteen
Flake - Jack Johnson - Remus, Chapter Sixteen.
Build me up Buttercup - - Remus, Chapter Sixteen.
It's My Life - Bon Jovi - Remus, Chapter Sixteen.
Stand By Me - Ben E King - Remus, Chapter Sixteen.
I Love Rock'n'Roll - - Remus, Chapter Nineteen
Drops of Jupiter - Train - Contestant #1, Chapter Twenty
Fallin' - Alicia Keyes - Contestant #2, Chapter Twenty.
Everywhere you go - Taxiride - Daniel Adams, Chapter Twenty.
A Praise Chorus - Jimmy Eat World - Remus Lupin, Chapter Twenty.
Can't Help Myself (Sugarpie, Honeybunch) - Four Tops - Sirius Black, Chapter Twenty Three.
Mack the Knife - Frank Sinatra - Sirius Black - Chapter Twenty Three.
I'm not sick but I'm not well - Lit - Daniel Adams - Chapter Twenty Four.
Uptown Girl - Billy Joel - Remus, Sirius and Daniel Adams - Chapter Twenty Five.
Strawberry Fields Forever - The Beatles - Remus - Chapter Twenty Six.
The boy from New York city - Darts - Remus, Sirius and Lily. - Chapter Twenty Nine.
Aint no mountain high enough - Marvin Gaye - Remus, Sirius and Lily - Chapter Twenty Nine.
I've had the Time of My Life - Dirty Dancing- Remus, Sirius and Lily - Chapter Twenty Nine.
Don't Mess Around with Jim - Jim Croce - Professor Moore, Chapter Thirty
All by Myself - Celine Dion - Professor Moore, Chapter Thirty
Eye of the Tiger - Survivor - Remus, Sirius, Peter and James, Chapter Thirty.
Stay - Maurice Williams - Remus and Sirius, Chapter Thirty Four.
Hey Baby - Bruce Channel - Remus and Sirius, Chapter Thirty Four.
Love is Strange - Mickey and Sylvia - Remus and Sirius, Chapter Thirty Four.
Slice of Heaven - Dave Dobbyn and The Herbs - Remus, Sirius, James and Peter, Chapter Thirty Four.
Once in a Lifetime - Johnny Rzeznik - Remus, Chapter Thirty Five.
Love Man - Otis Redding - Remus and Sirius, Chapter Thirty Six Part Two (37)
Everyday - Buddy Holly - Remus, Chapter Thirty Seven.
St Patricks Day - John Mayer - Remus, Chapter Thirty Seven.
Big Machine - The Goo Goo Dolls - Remus, Chapter Thirty Seven.
Playing With The Boys - Kenny Loggins - Remus, Chapter Fourty. - The title song ^_^;

Thankyou all for the reviews and the criticism, and be sure to look out for the second installment in the story, Love and Direspect.