Note: This was written from the prompt given by LittleScottieGal in her story Take it From the Beginning which I recommend you read.

Prompt:
"*Challenge for you!* You should write a stupid one-shot, where you ask Sirius if he has a pickle. See what happens! But, it MUST be longer than 300 words. Good luck, and let me know if you do it!"


Prongs and I walked into the Gryffindorcommon room, arms filled with snacks we snagged from the kitchen. We were getting a tad too big for more than two of us to fit under James's Invisibility Cloak, especially with arms loaded with stuff.

We sat all of it down on a table near where the other two Marauders sat. Moony was reading, as always, Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them for the hundredth time as his Care of Magical Creatures exam was coming up.

I sat in the armchair next to him and snatched the book from his hands. As I gently flung it across the room, Remus glared at me with bright amber eyes.

"Oh, come on, Moony! Lighten up! We all know you're going to ace your exam, so take a break from studying once in a while. It'll do you some good." I said as I propped my feet up on his chair.

"And it wouldn't kill you, Padfoot, to be a little more seri-" he stopped himself as I opened my mouth for the usual 'I'm always Sirius!' reply.

"Studious," he finished, smiling as he outsmarted me.

"See? Isn't it better to smile with your friends than keep your nose stuck in a book?" I asked as he smirked. I looked over at our other friends. It looked like Prongs had force Wormtail into a conversation about Evans. Wormtail didn't look too happy, but Prongs didn't notice. Or didn't care.

"Looks like we're on our own tonight. I thought of this great prank for Snivellus." I started excitedly.

"Do you have a pickle?" Moony inquired.

"What?" Surely he didn't mean what I think he did?

"Do you have a pickle?" he said again in the same tone. We always play stupid games like this but I wasn't quite sure what he was getting at here.

"Uh, yeah, Moons. I thought that was obvious." I said dumbfounded.

"Can I have it?" he asked me sincerely.

"What?" I asked stupidly.

"Can I have it?" he said with exasperation.

"Uh…" Was this some kind of trick question? If I answered incorrectly would I ever live it down? I decided to go with the safe answer.

"Um. No?"

Moony looked slightly taken aback and something else…hurt? I couldn't tell.

"Well. Okay then, I just don't understand why you would mind. I thought…"

"You thought what?" I asked with more force than I intended. He doesn't know, does he? Is it really that obvious? And if it is, does this mean he feels the same? There were too many questions swimming around in my mind, and I couldn't get any of them out.

"Just forget it, Padfoot. It's not that big of a deal." He shook his head and stood up to retrieve the book I had thrown when I couldn't stand it anymore.

I practically jumped on him and he fell back into his chair. Before I could change my mind, I pressed my lips against his. I could feel Moony's shock and he didn't move for a moment, but I could feel him relax and return the kiss.

Too soon, he pulled back and looked up at me.

"I get the feeling we weren't talking about the same things," he said, slightly breathless.

As understanding dawned on me, I pulled back a little and I felt my eyes get bigger.

"Oh, um, I'm sor-"

He cut me off as he leaned up and kissed me again, more urgent than before. And I have no idea how long we sat there and snogged, as there were only the Marauders in the common room, and Prongs was still talking lividly about Evans, no attention required from Wormtail.