//very, very short chapter.
Sirius Black leaned against his bedroom door before going in to retire. She drives me mad, he thought, as his mind swirled with images of Rose, the heat still on his cheek from where she kissed him. Sirius had never been a flirty drunk, so he knew his heart was talking, not his liver. Truly his feelings for her scared him. Sirius never had trouble with women, nor did he lack any confidence with them. This feeling was foreign and scary, but something about it being with Rose made him feel light. He ran his fingers through his long hair, wishing that he would not have to retire alone.
Sighing, he opened the door. Remus was up, washing his face. He scanned Sirius, then just laughed. "You got it bad Pads." Sirius was dumbfounded at how Remus read his mind like that. He stared at him, smiling despite himself. Remus spoke again. "But don't worry. She has it just as bad as you do." He chuckled at the end. Sirius blushed heavily, biting back a smile. He started to speak: "What Re-," Remus silenced him with a wave of his hand. "Goodnight you love sick fool," he smirked, crawling into bed. After cleaning up, Sirius quickly followed suit, Remus's words echoing in his mind. He smiled lightly in acceptance. Dammit Black, you do have it bad. Shaking his head at his own predicament, Sirius Black slid into bed, the same smile on his lips and a pounding in his heart.
That night he dreamt he slept in a field of black roses.
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