Remember, sirius black

they were cute, in that weird sort of way that makes everyone else uncomfortable. they did weird things like sit on each other's lap, or lick the other's face. i'm all for 'to each his own,' but licking your boyfriend's face and then the two of you laughing about it was a bit more than odd to me. maybe i'm the only one though. his friends seem to encourage it, with all their teasing and lip puckering whenever the two got particularly mushy. one time, i even saw the entire quidditch team lift the poor girl up so she could kiss him while he sat on the courtyard wall. the more i think about that day, i suspect most of them just wanted a look up her skirt, but she barely protested.

maybe i was not the touchy-feely type of romantic, but i just could not understand why they insisted on being so damn affectionate. every time he grabs her thigh under the transfiguration classroom desks, i blush worse then a sunburn. no boy had ever touched me like that. seeing sirius touch dorcas like that brought me the imaginary sensation of a warm palm, adoring gaze, and scandalous whispers to my mind. it was increasingly embarrassing.

all and all, sirius black and dorcas meadows should save their fondling for more private spaces.

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Sirius Black loved Dorcas Meadows, but she died. Voldemort killed her personally.