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Harry Potter and the Truth or Dare game

Peter exclaims "It was Sirius' idea!" as soon as Remus enters through the door, and to be frank, he is not surprised in the least that it was HIS idea.

He wears his unmistakable house brand. To begin with, not only Sirius' but Peter's and James' clothes are scattered around the room, the suitcases that have to be carried back home by Friday widely opened and emptied, the books thrown on the floor, the pots and brooms stacked in the corner. Dirty Quidditch uniforms everywhere. Empty closets, unmade beds. James, Peter, and Sirius are in the middle of the room and, of course, -that is the definitive sign that it has been Sirius- they're playing truth or dare with dices in one hand, and a bottle of firewhiskey on the other one.

- I sincerely wanted to pack my suitcase - defends James himself- but Sirius has distracted us.

- We're leaving by Friday. It's Wednesday. You do not start preparing the Friday suitcase on Wednesday, man. We are not girls. Peter, are you a girl?

- No.

-Well, play then. Your turn.

Dices and fire whiskey. Remus doesn't want to know what they're playing at. But James says "Truth or Dare game" which is definitely THE LAST THING he needed to play. He doesn't plan to sit down. He doesn't even think about a chance of sitting no matter how much James insists and no matter how much Peter insists and no matter how much Sirius plays dirty and says "Quit it, James".

- We are not good enough for Remus to tell us his secrets.

It's a punch in the ribs. He's dirty, mean, and creeping and he shouldn't give in to the circumstances.

He sits down to play.

What he was supposed to do, if he has always had a hard time saying no?

Luckily, for half an hour, Peter has such low numbers that all questions are directed at him. Two dices, played in turns, one each one. The high number asks, the low number answers or does and drinks. Peter has neither tolerance for alcohol, nor good secrets to share. And all Sirius's questions inevitably deal with a single topic.

When he plays James he rolls an eight. The theme is the same.

- Let's see, Potter, tell us you're not a virgin like Wormtail.

-I said I kissed a girl!- Peter defends himself.

-I'm not a virgin- explains James. - Well, at least not virgin-virgin like Peter. I've done things. I know where everything is located at least. - His sight is slightly cloudy because of the alcohol. - More or less. But I haven't done ... well, "The Thing".

- It is called Shagging, Jimmy.

But when he says it, and by candlelight, it doesn't seem like he's looking at James. At that hour, in the dark, it seems to Remus that Sirius is looking at him and he gets a lump in his throat. That look is, well, it can't be -We were going to turn the page- but it's the same look he had in the bathroom just before kissing him. Remus would swear it is.

And he starts to sweat.

- They say "Shagging" when it doesn't mean anything, Padfoot.

-And you want it to mean everything, Potter?

-I want it to mean something.

- Sex always means something, James. - It is not his turn to drink, but Sirius takes a swig from the bottle and wipes his lips with his shirt sleeve.

He sounds pained and Remus knows that he is not only talking to James. - Even for me though, even if you can't swallow it from my mouth.

He looks at Remus. Sirius is looking at him. Is he imagining it? What about if Sunday really meant something to him? WHAT THE HELL?!