February 1976 (5th year)

The common room was completely empty, except for a few first and second years who weren't allowed to go into Hogsmeade yet. Loralei and Sirius opted out of going to Hogmeade, and instead decided to just hang out in the nearly empty common room by the fire, instead of out in Hogsmeade with the snow, and crowded Three Broomsticks.

Loralei was sitting on Sirius' lap on the couch with a book on her lap, as Sirius tried to gain her attention.

"Stop reading." He whined.

"If you want to pass your OWL's you'd be reading." She told him, but you could tell she wasn't paying him much attention.

"I said we should stay in to hang out, not for you to read while I'm bored." He told her.

"You kind of remind me of a lonely cat, you know that?" She said.

"How? You've never even owned a cat."

"Lily used to. Remember, it died third year?" Loralei replied. "I lived with it for a while, and it acted just like you are now when it wanted attention."

"So you're calling me a cat?"

"Yep."

"You don't even like cats." Sirius said, taking the book from her hands, and throwing it onto the armchair away from them, but near the fire.

"Hey! It could've gone in the fire!"

"That's what I was aiming for." He told her, laughing. "It's a good thing that I have bad aim, eh?"

"Remind me never to play quidditch with you." She muttered, pouting.

"Come on, I'm only joking." He told her, putting his face close to hers. "Forgive me?"

"No." She turned away from him.

"Please?"

"No." She repeated, trying her hid her smirk.

He kissed her neck. "Please?"

She laughed and kissed him lightly. "Promise to never throw my books into the fire?"

"Nope."

"I hate you."

"You love me."

"Shut it."

"Never."