James Potter rolled over onto his stomach and looked across the 7th year Gryffindor boy's room. Remus Lupin, resident werewolf, had fallen asleep with a book in his hands. Peter Pettigrew had gone off to one of his Friday night tutoring sessions. Sirius Black, however, was sitting on his bed apparently deep in thought.
James quietly walked to the side of Sirius's bed where he promptly pounced on his unsuspecting victim.
"James! What are you doing?"
"Well, you looked so bored over here I thought I'd liven things us a little."
Sirius noticed the mischievous look in James's eyes.
"James, don't you dare," he warned.
Sirius's threat seemed futile as James started to mercilessly tickle his captive.
"James! Please!Stop!" Sirius broke into hysterical laughter.
James pulled away with a grin.
"Now there's that smile everyone loves so much."
For an instant their eyes met and nothing else mattered.
"Did you send the letter?" Sirius asked.
"Nah, I did one better. I told her in person."
"Wait. You, James Potter, were stupid enough to go up to Lily Evans, in person, and tell her you decided you were gay? How hard did she hit you?"
James leaned in for a quick kiss.
"Actually, she said it was 'about time' and 'Sirius doesn't usually take this long to get what he wants'."
"She makes me sound like some…some whore!" Sirius pouted.
James quickly bent down and captured Sirius's bottom lip between his teeth. His hands buried themselves in his lover's thick curls.
"James? Sirius?"
Sirius quickly pulled away and looked towards Remus.
"Yes, Moony?"
"It's about damn time!"
James just grinned and kissed Sirius again before pulling the hangings around the bed shut.