Smudges → Sirius Black [ON HOLD]

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i think the gif says everything. but this is what we've allll been waiting for, right. 

"This is a nice hotel room," Sirius said, still in the lounge area. Not only would I have to spend every coach trip with him, we had to share a room. Brilliant. Thanks, Dumbledore. 
"Um, but there's one bed?" I replied, standing in the doorway of the bedroom. It was massive, albeit, but still. 
"I'm sure they didn't mean that," Sirius said, walking behind me. "Oh, wait, no, they did," he said, a few seconds later. "Look." He handed me a piece of paper that the teachers had given us. 
"Do not panic about the beds," it read. 
"How can we not panic about the beds? I have to share one! With you!" I exclaimed. 
"You say that like it's a bad thing," Sirius voiced, pushing past me and jumping onto the bed. "Ooh. Very soft," he added, rolling about. Tentatively, I sat down on the side of the bed. I immediately sunk into it. 
"I'm serious. Is it even legal?" 
"Hey," Sirius interrupted, sitting up. "At least it's me, and not... I don't know, Snape?" He pulled a face. I laughed. 
"Well. You're not so bad," I replied, smiling. 
"Not so bad? Honey, I can be all kinds of bad," Sirius countered. I laughed again, at his sassiness. 
"Not with my sister," James said, coming in. "I asked for a key, so I can keep an eye on you two," he added at our quizzical looks. 
"It's not like we're dating, or anything," I defended, although the look that went between James and Sirius was slightly suspicious. "Now go. Go on. Bother Evans, I'm sure she's glad to share a bed with you," I mused, shooing him out. 
"What was that about?" I asked Sirius, a few silent minutes later. 
"What was what about?" he replied nonchalantly. 
"That look you just shared with my brother!" 
"We did that?" 
"Yes! You know what I'm on about? Is there something I'm missing?" I demanded. 
"No. Nothing to miss," he told me, walking into the bathroom. I shook my head and rolled my eyes. Idiot.

"What do you think it means?" I asked Marie, at the dinner table. 
"Might fancy you," Cameron butted in. I glared at him. 
"You did ask," Marie defended. "I think Cam's right, anyway. Or maybe there's something else going on, but I doubt it." 
"Oh, great help, you two. Thank you," I remarked, slightly angry. Ha, Sirius Black, fancy me? Fancy that. 

"Are you alright?" I asked Sirius, as he wondered into the room almost an hour after me. 
"Yes and no," he replied, distracted. 
"Care to tell?" I queried. He gave me a look, then supposedly decided on something, for he crashed onto the bed next to me. 
"Can I tell you something?" he asked. 
"Sure," I smiled at him, and offered my ear. Instead of whispering in it, though, he grabbed my chin gently, turned my head and kissed me.