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Enjoy this chapter, it's out much quicker than I anticipated! I'd also like to quickly say sorry if any language the characters use are offensive, I'm trying to stay as realistic to the way teenagers act as I can. Or at least, this is how most of my male friends act.

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3. Roommates

'Ta, Sluggy.' Sirius called after him, snickering when he heard an angry sigh. Then the door shut right behind Slughorn and Flitwick, and Sirius sighed triumphantly. 'That was easy.' He said. Sirius kicked off the white trainers he had been given, tied his hair up into a miniscule ponytail and turned to scrutinise Peter.

The boy was on the pudgier side, and looked quite short. He had startlingly bright blue eyes and though his hair was a rather radiant blond, it was limp and dry. Peter had stark white skin and deep bags, revealing the simple fact that Peter didn't sleep. He couldn't and he wouldn't. But all will be exposed in due course, obviously.

Sirius had always been arrogant, and he enjoyed belittling and patronising others. He threw off the hideous grey shirt, leaving only the thin vest to cover most of his torso. It was a little tight, giving the illusion that Sirius was more ripped than he actually was. But he had a toned and rather majestic body. His arms were really quite impressive however; perhaps what Sirius was most proud of. It was worth the few hundred pounds he spent going to the gym.

He sat back on the bed, crossing his legs and resting his elbows on his knees. He stared at Peter straight in the face, who stared back, but not without letting a glint of terror sparkle in his eyes. Sirius grinned. He had Peter pegged now.

'You listen here,' he said softly, 'and you listen good, young Pete. Now, we're swapping beds, I want your one by the window. We're going to do that in a moment. Then I want you to tell me if you have anything stashed around; drugs, fags, booze, any of it. If not, you could at least tell me where the fuck I'm supposed to get it from ... hmm? What did you say Peter?'

Peter shyly looked up, his piercing eyes boring into Sirius's. 'I h-have f-fags.' He pulled out something from underneath his pillow and threw it to Sirius, who squealed, kissing the packet and looking up before whispering something to the ceiling.

'I haven't had a fag in about a week! And you've got Marlboro as well, dear god this is destiny.' He took one out and popped it in his mouth, before tucking another one behind his ear for James. It was almost natural for them to think of each other so much and do things subconsciously in relation to one another that Sirius and James dismissed it as one of the many characteristics of their relationship.

Peter tossed him a lighter and watched a little jealously as Sirius tucked hair behind his other ear and then lit the cigarette expertly, sucking in the fumes and making a noise between a whimper and a content sigh. He breathed it out and licked his lips. 'You know what Peter ...' he said slowly, 'you supply me with two packs of these every week and I'll let you keep your bed and your teeth.'

Then Sirius hungrily inhaled again, falling back on the bed and breathing out; James often said that whenever he smoked, he put on sex faces that were really quite creepy. He laughed shortly at the memory. Peter gulped a little nervously, scratching his arm hard. He'd known Sirius Black five minutes and he was already scared shitless of the boy. And this was him being friendly? Peter would hate to see Black mad.

'How old are you Pete?' he suddenly asked, turning to face the boy.

'I-I'm seventeen in September.'

'Really?' Sirius asked disbelievingly. 'I would never have guessed you're my age, let alone older than me. My birthday's on Christmas Eve. Once for a birthday, my mother got me a puppy. I was so happy. The next day on Christmas we had to model for some New Year's photo shoot. My mother's a model you see, you've probably even heard of her—'

'Walburga Black! Now I think about it ... you look so much like her...'

'I don't know whether that's a good thing or a bad thing. I'll take it as a compliment anyway. She'd occasionally make me do photo shoots for silly things like weird perfume ads and shit. Anyway, I haven't done any modelling in about a year now though.'

'Do you miss it?' Peter asked shyly.

Sirius shrugged then nodded once. 'I guess I do. I miss it a lot actually. They'd have all these sexy girls and guys on set—'

'Guy?' Peter asked hurriedly before flinching when he caught sight of Sirius's expression.

'Something wrong with my bisexuality? Is that even a word...' he voiced out loud, pondering on the thought a little too long. 'I wouldn't even really call myself bisexual. More like ninety percent straight and ten percent bent. You haven't got a problem though, have you?' He carelessly threw the cigarette to the floor without even putting it out. It glowed orange.

'N-no.' Peter said quickly. 'My uncle is gay so I'm sort of not allowed to have a problem with gays or lesbians.' He sighed in relief when Sirius shrugged and started playing with his fingers.

'So, what are you in here for?' Sirius asked without even looking up.

Peter decided immediately that Sirius Black was an arrogant, pretentious prick. But he also admired the strange boy a little too. He would never admit it though, he himself was too proud for that. What did he want? Sirius's attention and recognition? No, he didn't want it at all ... pfft, why on earth would he want it...

'None of your business.' Peter snapped a little more harshly than intended. He expected Sirius to punch him, insult him or sneer; something horrible and totally arrogant. But the handsome boy just threw back his head and roared with laughter, tears of mirth falling down his face. Peter bit his lip nervously. Was Sirius laughing at him or because of him? Actually, weren't they the exact same thing? He shyly looked up to see the other boy still chuckling, but facing him once again.

'Ooh, feisty, I've always liked feisty boys. Boys with great arses too. Say, Petey-pie, you wouldn't mind doing a little spin for me, would you?'

Peter blushed furiously and turned away, sending a glare to the other boy. 'Piss off.'

'Like I said, I get turned on by feisty boys. Telling me to piss off won't do you any favours babe. Actually, I've got a question. I'm horny and I've walked past lots of really sexy girls. Once I've seduced my way into their good books, where could I take them for a quickie?'

Peter choked on his tongue and looked up, startled. 'Y-you're not allowed. One of the rules of Azkaban is "no sexual activities"! You'll get yourself in loads of trouble; they'll call your mother and father up and tell them!'

'You think,' Sirius began; 'I really care for the rules?' he laughed shortly. 'I couldn't give a fuck.' Then he looked away and suddenly jumped up. He wandered around for a bit, poking his head into the bathroom and toilet and then closing the door behind him, pacing the corridor only to return back into his room with an exasperated sigh. 2E.7. What a boring room.

'I need another fag.'

xo

James decided he liked Hagrid. He didn't bother with the fussy stuff like "call me sir" or "what you did was stupid". He didn't seem to be the sort who interfered and reprimanded the inmates. He was more like a cool Uncle Bob; fun, carefree and laidback.

'Yeh mate Sirius was it? He's barkin' mad aint he?'

James grinned and nodded. 'The maddest person I've ever met. He's not even really my mate; he's more like my brother. I'm sort of used to it. I forget that to other people, he looks crazy.'

'He almos' died as well, didna he?' Hagrid said, pointed down another corridor for James to go down. He thought for a short moment that perhaps Warden Dumbledore had put them the furthest away from each other as he could.

James didn't like thinking back to when he almost lost his best mate. It made him sad; to almost think that right now Sirius could be dead if not for the CPR James had performed and little Reggie's intelligence. James loved his little brother, more than anything. That's why they had to get out! For Reggie, always for Reg.

'He's alive now though, and that's all that matters to me.' James said softly, turning his head and catching only a glimpse of a girl with brilliant red hair. Her and her friends were watching James from across the courtyard directly between the two wings. He could only see part of her; the large window didn't show her whole profile. But James thought just that small snippet of her face was more than enough, for now.

'What yeh did was very brave James, yeh gotta remember that. Wha' did you do again? CPR?'

James nodded. 'He stopped breathing so I gave him mouth-to-mouth. Worst bloody kiss of my life. Though I think the exact words Sirius used to describe it was "a taste of an angel's mouth" or something utterly gay like that.' He continued joking around with Hagrid, despite the slightly melancholy mood he was in. James had really hoped he would be with Sirius, in fact, the possibility of them not rooming together hadn't even crossed his brilliant mind.

Hagrid paused in front of his room and gestured to the door. 3W.16; west of third floor, room sixteen. How fitting, James's favourite number was sixteen. He looked at Hagrid and then grinned. James push open the door, observing the white grey walls and the large window. One side of the room was neat, clean and almost naked. The other side was piled with clothes, books, empty boxes, chocolate wrappers and the likes. It was an interesting room.

But most of all, it was interesting because of the boy who lay sprawled on the bed and was singing softly to himself. It must have been twenty seconds before he noticed that someone was there, watching him. Hagrid waved and signalled for the boy to take out his earphones. The boy threw his iPod onto his cabinet and sat up. He was very thin, and looked quite tall, taller than James by maybe two or so inches. He wasn't wearing a shirt, leaving his torso bare for James to inspect briefly. His arms were muscular and tanned, like the rest of his body. James didn't know whether he was Spanish or Italian or something like that.

His hair was a beautiful tawny blond colour and his eyes were a pale and light brown. He had a jagged scar from his neck all the way to his shoulder blade. He terrified James for a second. But he grinned widely at the boy despite himself and the unfamiliar boy shyly smiled.

'James Potter,' he said, stepping over a dirty plate and reaching out his hand.

He took James's hand. 'Remus Lupin—'

'Ah, you're Italian. Knew it. Me and my brother just came back from Italy a few weeks ago, before we went hospital of course.'

'Half Italian.' He answered, before turning away to face the enormous officer standing near the door. 'Hag? Who is this?' Remus didn't ask rudely but he said it a little worriedly.

The thing about Hagrid was he didn't know when to shut his mouth, and he explained, without the bat of an eyelash, 'Yeh new roomie. He was busted with drugs an' sent here. He's a nice lad Rem, so don' worry. I'll see yeh boys later, alrigh'?' then Hagrid waved and closed the door behind him. James was surprised he could fit through the door.

James didn't miss the relieved sigh Remus let out. 'What?' he asked curiously.

'Nothing, nothing ... it's just, you were busted with drugs. That's good for me; maybe you won't grass me up like my last roommate did.'

James dropped the small bag he had been given and kicked it under the bed he supposed was his. He kicked off his shoes, ran a hand through his hair and fell onto his bed, face first. Then James sighed. 'What drugs did you have—?'

'A bit of weed, some hash, magic mushrooms, the likes really. And the little gay bastard told the guards where to find my booze too. But don't worry; I left him with a scar to remember me by.' Remus threw his head back and laughed for a long time, taking out a packet of cigarettes and lighting one. He offered James, who took it and lit the end using Remus's fag.

He dragged in a deep breath and smiled softly to himself. He hadn't felt more relaxed in weeks. He turned to see that his roommate was still cackling a little madly, and James thought for an alarmed moment that he was mad, he had the same glint in his eye that Sirius sometimes had. But James was used to it, and he pushed the alarmed feelings back.

'So James, what drugs were you busted with?' Remus asked after a long moment of awkward silence, filled with the sounds of drags and exhales. The room was already smoky grey.

'Me and my brother, Sirius, we weren't really busted. Sirius just OD'd on coke and then he stopped breathing. I gave him CPR, got our little brother Regulus to call 999 and then I passed out. Not really that interesting, not like your story, magic mushrooms man, fuck, I've wanted to try that for so long.'

Remus tossed his fag to the floor, lighting another one. James looked him up and down briefly, once again. Remus was quite handsome, maybe he could hook Sirius up?

'You're not gay, are you?' he asked.

'Fuck no!' Remus exclaimed, before laughing hard. 'I mean, I've tried shit with a guy before but it freaked me out. No, I prefer tits to balls, sorry mate, but I do know—'

'Fuck you! It's not for me, it's for Sirius. He's somewhere 2E, or whatever it was Slugster said.' James took his last drag and then tossed the fag to the floor, coughing a little but then smiling. 'You know, I think I could really start to like you.'

'Too bad,' Remus said, 'I'm not sure if I like you much.' James a little shocked. Everyone liked him, well almost everyone. And even if they didn't like him, they pretended they did! He didn't want to seem clingy or girly, especially since his new roommate probably thought he was gay now.

'W-why don't you like me much?' James asked as evenly as he could.

'Well,' Remus said shortly, shrugging on his shirt after he caught sight of his own scar. He scratched his chin where some stubble was growing and then tousled his hair. 'It's not that I don't like you, but it's just the fact that I never let myself become friends with guys here. And now you live with me, you're going to be all nice. Then you'll find out what I did to get put here and you'll do something like Tommy, maybe rat out my secret stash of drugs and booze. Or maybe ask to be moved. Either way, we won't stay friends, not really.'

'But you don't even know me.' James snapped a little more harshly then he meant. 'How d'you know I'll run off when you've only spent five minutes in my company. Look, I'm not amazing at making friends, okay? All my life, my only good friend, the only friend I've needed is Sirius. Sure, we went school and I had girlfriends and classmates, but none of them were actual friends. Seeing as we're going to live together, I want to become your friend.'

Remus scoffed and stood up. He went over to the window and opened it, letting a chilly draft come in. It was almost dinner time, and the alluring and stunning sun was still up, beaming in the cool air. 'You sure you're not gay?'

'Fuck off,' James laughed, throwing his shirt off and stretching on his bed. He nodded to himself, satisfied with the size of the bed. 'Now, how long d'you think it'll take me to get some chick to sleep with me? The bed seems big enough.'

Remus laughed softly, despite himself. He was really like a brownie, firm and tough on the outside but gooey and soft on the inside. He'd already taken a liking to James. But he just didn't want to sit around and wait for James to find out what he did and then run off. No. The only friends Remus made here in Azkaban were girls. He did have one male friend. But Remus wasn't going to speak to Peter for the rest of his imprisonment. Which was until he was eighteen. Then he'd be free. He'd never speak to his parents again too.

'I think you should wait for a bit. Get your bearings of this place, learn a little bit more. Then you can start thinking about which girls you'd like to sleep with. Half term ends on Monday, and it's always best to sleep around when we've got school. The teachers and guards are so distracted that they hardly notice if you go missing for twenty minutes.'

James grinned. 'That's sick man. If I try and hurry things along though, I'm sure I can finish in like ten minutes. Like seriously mate, I haven't had sex in months.'

Once again, Remus reluctantly showed a smile to James before sighing and picking up the closest book to him. It was The Brothers Karamazov, an epic tale of three brothers and their journey to find out who killed their father.

'How long have you been here—?'

'Too many questions Potter. Fuck off or go wank, do something other than interrupt me during my reading.'

James mock scowled but jumped up, putting his shoes back on. He opened the door and looked around for a while, seeing a few boys who waved at him as though they already knew who he was. Just because of his stupid famous parents. But to James, he didn't have parents anymore. They were dead. The only people that mattered to him now were Sirius and Regulus.

He decided to go exploring. It'd only take a little while. Maybe he could find a girl too...

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'You don't need to escort me,' Sirius growled, shoving Filch's hand off of his shoulder. 'I'm not a baby.' His voice took on the tone of an arrogant, sulky and very annoyed rich boy. He was an arrogant, sulky and very annoyed rick boy.

'Seems like Warden Dumbledore has other ideas. Na' shut up and sit down you ungrateful little prick. Go find some other way to entertain yourself.' Filch leered, his orange teeth glistening in the light. Sirius pretended to vomit and dodged a sharp hit from Filch's walking stick, or whatever the hell it was.

He stepped into the dining hall, ignoring everyone who watched him. He pulled his hair up into another miniscule ponytail and then grinned charmingly at the girls watching him. Some smiled whereas others pushed their best ... assets out towards Sirius. His arse was grabbed roughly whilst he past and he felt a familiar burning sensation down below. He winked at the girl and licked his lip, resembling a lion for one short moment.

He stood still for a minute, searching every single male face he could for James's. Then he found his best friend, laughing with someone who looked both amused and like he wanted to be somewhere else.

The boy looked up; Italian, Sirius thought, definitely Italian. He hurried over, weeding through the inmates, smiling at some and even pausing to return greetings to a few others who he had never spoken to in his life. Finally, he was at the table.

'Dear God James, if someone else asks me if I'm "Walburga Black's son?" I will explode.'

James threw his head back and laughed. 'Remus, meet my brother, Sirius.'

Sirius held out his hand and shook the other boy's. He had a firm handshake. 'Hello...' He couldn't help his eyes rake over Remus's face and body. He was that cute, dorky sort of handsome. Like he didn't know it and didn't believe it. Now Sirius was sitting opposite him, he could see that Remus wasn't fully Italian, maybe only half? His body was really quite slender, but his arms, which were on display, were thick and muscular.

'Ah, so you're James's gay friend. James didn't say you were quite so ... sexy.' He winked at Sirius, who gulped.

Now, he was shifting from ninety percent straight to maybe ... eighty-five? 'James, you said I was gay? That's a lie Remus. I'm like ninety percent straight, ten percent gay. I've only even been with three guys, or was it four? James, how many guys have I—'

'It was three guys Pads, just three mate. And don't get mad at me, I was trying to hook you two up. But Remus insists he's straight. I say "insists" because I saw the way he was looking at my arse...'

The half Italian threw his head back and laughed softly. 'Fuck off Potter; I'm more straight than you.'

'I like you.' Sirius said shortly. But then he seemed to realise what that sounded like and shook his head, smiling that same, radiant smile. 'No, I mean I like your personality. And your face. And your body too. But I've already got my eye on some girl. You see that mixed-race one over there, with those beautiful big lips? Yeah, imagine those same lips wrapped around my—'

'Thank you Sirius, for the near-graphic explanation of what you've been imagining. Her name's something like Lamer. I think.' Remus told him.

'Lamer.' Sirius whispered, smiling at the side of her face. '"The sea" in French. James, I think I'm in love, she could be the one,' he continued talking about how she was meant for him and they were soul mates and she could well be the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

'Excuse my friend; he gets infatuated with people really quickly. Next week he'll be pining over some other chick as soon as he beds this one. If he tries to pull his moves on you, ignore him? Because you might find yourself in the morning with an achy arse and a killer headache. And an empty bed.'

Remus laughed, once again, and decided he really liked Sirius and James. They'd been here less than three hours and already they'd withdrawn him from that tight cocoon he usually forced himself into. He didn't have to worry about James grassing on him; the bastard was in here for drugs. As for Sirius, he didn't need to worry about the handsome man's advances. He was straight as a ruler.

Maybe a flexible ruler though.

A/N: We've met Remus! How awesome is he? Don't hold out on an SB/RL romance though, that won't happen. They will flirt quite a bit though, so sorry if that confuses you!

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