Sunday morning rain is falling
Steal some covers share some skin
Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable
You twist to fit the mold that I am in
But things just get so crazy living life gets hard to do
And I would gladly hit the road get up and go if I knew
That someday it would lead me back to you
That someday it would lead me back to you

(Maroon 5 – Sunday Morning)

"Sirius," I whisper and shake his arm gently, nothing. His bare chest rises and falls with each breath and I can't help but smile to myself. I sit down on the edge of the bed and picture myself running my hands over his flawless skin and the image sends a shiver down my spine.

I'm suddenly brought out of my thoughts by an odd noise to my right. I whip my head round and see Peter turn over, his face now buried into his pillow. A sigh of relief escapes my lips and I turn back to the sleeping form in front of me. I move a couple of stray hairs off his face and I take a few seconds to appreciate his smooth, dark curls. I gaze over his body, the sheets covering him from waist down and leaving his upper body exposed.

"Sirius," I say slightly louder than before, still he doesn't stir. I poke his stomach a couple of times and he lets out a grunt, clearly still asleep because if he was awake I would have received a poke back. "Sirius!" I yell at him, nothing at all, not even a flinch. From behind me I hear James curse and I apologise quickly.

I lean close to Sirius, my lips almost touching his ear, "Padfoot!" He yelps and sits straight up just as I was pulling away, our heads collide and we both fall backwards. I sit up, slightly confused and glance at him. He has a look of annoyance on his face and is sporting a red mark above his right eye.

"I-uh… You were… I'm Sorry,"

"Flemen zilyclab," he mumbles in his usual morning attitude and rubs his forehead. I apologise again and I put a hand over my own head.

"That's going to leave a bruise," I say with a laugh and he grins up at me.

"What's the time?" He asks, blinking a few times and looking around.

"Eight," I say simply and he lets out a frustrated groan before pulling the sheets above his head. I attempt to pull them back down but it only makes it to his chin. He stares up at me with that oh-so-gorgeous pout on his face that he knows he can't resist. "Siri, we had an agreement, now get out of bed." I pull the sheet halfway down his body but he violently pulls it back up, making me loose my grip on the material.

"You have to pass this test…and I promised to help you… I could just go back to sleep and forget about it. But I don't want to see you fail." I stand up and pull the bed sheets completely off him. I freeze seeing what Sirius had been trying to hide; yet again they are pulled back over him. This time I have no intention of stopping him. Naked Sirius, oh shit, shit, shit, shit! Horny Sirius, oh shit!

I don't know what to do, so I stand as if I'm glued to the spot, our eyes locked. I can almost hear my heartbeat as we continue to stare at each other. I break the eye contact and turn to walk away. One of his hands grabs my arm and pulls me down, so I'm now lying on top of him. I've waited to get this close to Sirius for so long, but I never imagined it this way. He has his lopsided smile that all the girls fall for and I try my hardest not to kiss him.

"Please don't go," he says, his voice wavering.

"I'm not going anywhere Paddy."