Sirius has decided that crashing on our couch is going to be a new normality for him.
I'm not against the idea. I'm not against the idea, itself, at all.
Because I love Sirius, and everyone knows I love Sirius.
He's funny and he's a great person, and most of the time, the jokes and practical jokes that he plays on me actually get a laugh out of me.
But I don't like the fact that he's falling asleep on our lounge, every night, because that means I don't get to spend time with James.
And the fact that that annoys me, well that annoys me.
I don't want to be annoyed about not being able to spend time with James. I want to be overjoyed, like I would have been two months before at the Quidditch game, but I can't.
Because James and I are friends ...
Well I think that we're friends.
But the only time that we're really friends is when we're alone in our apartment.
I'd known it had been a long shot, but I'd actually convinced Dumbledore to get us a Muggle television and some Muggle movies that we both enjoyed.
He enchanted them so they worked in the Castle, and James and I enjoy sitting in front of the fire, watching the screen that was on the coffee table.
I'd sit against him and he'd stroke my back, but we never did anything in front of other people.
Not even Sirius.
We don't hug, we don't touch hands, we don't touch any part of our bodies together, in front of other people.
We don't even speak much.
Although people have gotten used to the idea of us walking to breakfast together, I know that if we turn up tomorrow and I give him a hug goodbye before classes, a whole new bag of rumours will be out by lunch time.
"You need to get out."
I look up at James, alarmed, but then I realise that he's not talking to me at all and that he's facing Sirius.
"W-What?" he sputters.
James shrugs his shoulders. "I'm sorry, mate, but I need you to cover Quidditch practise this afternoon."
James leads Sirius to believe that he's doing Sirius a favour, since it was known to everyone that Sirius wanted to be Captain - just for a day, apparently - so James was giving him his chance.
"Make me proud, bro."
Sirius is out of the apartment, literally running, down to the Quidditch pitch.
When we look out of my bedroom window, he's still running, broomstick in hand, and neither of us can hold in our laughter.
"Did you really want to give him his dream?"
He scoffs and I start walking out. Even though we're friends, I still feel a little uncomfortable being in my room, near my bed where I'd cried to him, with James.
He puts his hands around my waist as we go through my bedroom door and out into the living area. "No ... I just wanted a day to be us."
When we sit down on the lounge, he puts his arm around my shoulders and I snuggle into his side. "Thank you."
He shoots me a lop-sided grin before I turn the television on and put in Breakfast At Tiffany's.