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"Good morning Sirius," James bounced on Sirius' bed. James pulled the covers off of Sirius and smiled cheerfully. Sirius felt unusually shy with the arrival of James in his bed. He was in nothing but his boxers and James got the bright idea to rip the covers off his body. He had the urge to cover himself. He stilled his hands in mid-motion. Who was he kidding? This was James he was talking about, the other boy seen him without his shirt many times. They shared a room for goodness sake, now though there was a little more added weight with James barging in on his sleeping. He never used to do that before.

Sirius rubbed the sleep from his eyes and tried to focus his eyes on the ever smiling face in front of him. It was too early to get up. Sirius wanted to pull the covers over his head and go back to sleep. That's what he did. He grabbed a hand full of covers and pulled them over his head.

"What are you doing? It's time to get up!" James said trying to wrestle the sheets form Sirius' grasp. Sirius wasn't letting go, he held on with all his might.

"Sleep is needed more," Sirius said. His voice was muffled by the covers blocking out the entire world. He had spent half the night worrying over what the day may bring especially with a certain Slytherin finding about James confessing to him and then asking him out. It was too much at once.

"James, let him sleep. He'll come down to breakfast when he wants to." The wonderful voice of Remus said from somewhere from the door.

James sighed and gave up trying to pry Sirius from his warm nest of blankets. "But your time is mine tonight. It feels like I haven't seen you in days," James said with an edge to his voice that told Sirius that he wasn't kidding. He heard the retreating steps of all the people that occupied the room.

A curly head popped out from the covers and searched the room and thankfully found no one it in it. Once again he owed Remus a huge thank you. Sirius didn't mind the attention that his best friend was giving him, but it was becoming a little uncomfortable. It was only yesterday that this bombed landed on him and now it felt like James was giving him the same attention that he once gave Lily. No wonder the girl was constantly annoyed with his best friend. Sometimes it was all a little too much. And then to top it all off James was expecting an answer soon and Sirius had no idea what he was going to say without potentially ruining their friendship. No matter what that had to stay intact.

Sirius fell forward in his bed and groaned. It was going to be a long day.

He went to the bathroom and took a long hot shower not ready to face the day ahead, but there was no way he could stay cooped up in room all day. Sirius dressed in his robes and headed for the Great Hall at a fast pace.

Before he reached the doors he spotted a head poking out from under the staircase. Shiny raven locks that could only belong to one Severus Snape called to Sirius. He wasn't able to resist despite the fact that they might be caught at any moment he still went.

Sirius walked right up to Severus and smiled his most charming smile. Severus looked at him with indifference. His face devoid of all emotion, eyes focused solely on Sirius waiting for him to do something.

"Just thought I would drop by and say hello. Well, I better go." Sirius turned to leave, but something caught his wrist.

"Black," Severus growled behind him. His voice was low and guttural. It sent shivers of pleasure up and down Sirius' spine.

"Hmmm?" Sirius bottled up his laughter with all his might. If he said anything he possibly could explode. It looked like Severus still had some trouble expressing his feelings through words. Sirius really enjoyed when Severus expressed his feelings through actions, but it was also nice to hear.

He composed his face, took a deep breath, and turned around.

"Well?" Severus asked, not letting go of Sirius' hand. Not that he was complaining.

"Well what?"

"What happened yesterday?"

"Oh." The good mood he was in quickly deteriorated. I guess now is as good of time as any. "James confirmed what you said about him having feelings for me." Sirius cleared his throat. Man, it was getting hot. Sirius adjusted his collar to try and cool down. It definitely wasn't working. Severus looked at him expectantly. Sirius plowed on before he could back out. "He also asked me out and is waiting for my answer. He said he would give me some time to think it over." He finished in a rush. He panted and wiped the sweat that collected on his brow.

Severus pinned him with a cool stare, his arms crossed over his chest, he took a step forward and Sirius stood his ground. Sirius could almost feel Severus' hot breath against his skin making his skin tingle with just the thought. "You didn't tell him no?" Severus responded lowly.

Sirius blinked in confusion. Was it his imagination or did Severus sound mad? "Of course not," Sirius replied baffled.

"What do you mean 'of course not?'"

"How can I just tell my friend no right to his face seconds after he confesses to me? He wants me to think about it."

Severus' lip curled in to a silent snarl. "You have to think about it?"

"Yes, I do." Sirius started to feel frustrated with the conversation. He was trying to think about how to let down James gently. "Not that it's any of your business." Oh, crap what have I done? Sirius knew the second he said his last sentence that it was not good.

Severus went quiet; his eyes had blazed moments before, now they were cold and distant. He straightened his robes and pushed his hair out of his face. "How foolish of me. You're right it's none of my business. I don't know why I even bothered with you." It felt like someone stabbed Sirius right through the heart. His entire being went weak and he wanted to fall to the floor instead he gazed straight ahead of him as he watched Severus depart without a backward glance to him.

Sirius walked dazedly to the Great Hall where he was tackled by a bouncy James. "Where have you been?" James asked, leading him to the Gryffindor table.

"No where special," Sirius said. His glanced at the Slytherin table and caught the cold black eyes of Severus watching him or more precisely glaring at him. He turned away sharply and felt a pang in his heart. He put on a happy face for his best friend who was smiling a brilliant smile. At least someone should be happy.