A/N: Alright this chapter is just a bit corny, if I say so myself, but I needed a break from the dramatic-ness since I'm happy, because I just got back from Harry Potter World! Guys, it's amazing! All of you should go, because it was just . . . incredible to be there. I bought Dumbledore's wand, a Gryffindor scarf, a Zonko's cup and a Chocolate Frog - and the butterbeer's amazing! On the Dragon Challenge, for some reason, I liked the red dragon better (my friends and I named it Ollie) and we always waited for the front - it's worth it! The Hogwart's ride completely blew my mind as well - the dementor's always scared the hell out of me every time. Anyway, if you have a chance to go - GO! :)

Happy reading! :)

So This Is Real

Sirius and Dorcas had been fighting. It hadn't been the first time, of course - but this had been lasting longer than Sirius had planned for in his Grand Sceme of Things. Their last date hadn't really gone as Sirius planned (them screaming at each other, then Dorcas storming out the door wasn't very romantic) and he didn't even have the chance to get her back, because she kept avoiding him.

James and Remus must've been ready to kill him, with all his whining - maybe that's how he ended up locked in the Transformy Room with her. . . .

Sirius stood with his hands in his pockets, whistling a tune as he waited for the Marauders to meet him in the Totally Awesome Room. It had transfigured itself to a room with windows, the sunlight streaming in, and it had a couch in front of a fire place and a table in the middle of the room.

He didn't really know why they wanted to meet him, but he couldn't wait to tell them about his new idea for a prank -

The door opened and Sirius opened his mouth excitedly to speak, but then saw it was Dorcas who walked in. She had her head turned, looking out the door, talking to -

". . . what you're up to, but I don't like it, James - hey, what are you - JAMES - "

The door slammed shut, his laughter still evident outside the room. Dorcas gasped in shock, banging on the door.

"JAMES POTTER, open this door this instant! What is wrong with you, you insufferable prat - "

Sirius cleared his throat loudly, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet and looking around innocently. She whirled around, her eyes wide, and he met her gaze from under his eyelashes, scared for her reaction. He should've expected this from James and Remus, though - rest assured, he'd get them back.

"What?" she hissed, "He - how can he be so - ugh!"

Sirius studied her with a raised eyebrow. "What is it now?"

"I do not want to talk to you, Sirius." she huffed, turning around with her arms over her chest defiantly.

Sirius was quiet for a while, a tight, sarcastic smile forming on his lips. "You know what, Dorcas? Maybe you were right - we could never work. You'd probably drive me crazy."

"Me?" she exclaimed, stomping up to him. "You're the one who's driven me crazy, Sirius! I can't even think straight!"

He held back his smart comment and also held back the urge to just kiss her and forget everything; she was so close, after all. Instead of either, though, he managed a bored expression.

"Well, you won't have to worry about me anymore - I won't be bothering you." he muttered, stepping away from her and half-sitting on the table. He looked out one of the windows, trying to distract himself from her.

She didn't talk for a long while, which was a shocker, coming from Dorcas Meadowes. When he finally glanced at her, she had an odd expression on her face - or, it wasn't odd, he just didn't see it on her face very often. She looked . . . truely sorry, as if she knew he was supressing his pain.

"Sirius, you know I'm just being stupid - " she began, but he cut her off.

"Dorcas, please, save it," he sighed, shaking is head. "Sure, I care for you and you - apparrently - feel mutually, but if I remember correctly, you said we'd be 'better off dead than being together', so, now that I agree, we won't have to worry about . . . being better off dead." he finished in a rush.

"You don't think I care for you?" she asked quietly, looking at her intertwined hands.

He shrugged. "It doesn't show."

"Sirius, I love everything about you," she admitted with a slightly nervous chuckled, and he looked up at her in surprise, "Your confidence, yet how shy you can be; your originality, your humor, your optimism - you always brighten my day, and I know I don't show it, and I'm sorry. I'm just - not good with that sort of thing. I'm even struggling now - it, um, doesn't seem right to express my feelings."

He swallowed, examining her - adorable - frightened expression. Then, after a moment, he said, "I love your laugh," he murmured, and a surprised smile tugged on her lips, "I love your obssessive, controling personality, I love how you boss me around, I love when I make you smile, I love when you hum while doing your homework . . ." he said, and then bit his lip, shrugging, "I love you."

They stood there staring at each other for a minute, not really knowing what to do.

"So this is real, huh?" Dorcas finally asked quietly, slowly walking towards him.

He smiled slightly, getting up and meeting her halfway. "I guess so." he agreed, putting his hands lightly on her waist as they met.

She put her hands on either side of his face, smiling. "I love you, too, Sirius."

He grinned his usual grin and pulled her closer, letting their lips meet - and, as far as Sirius was concerned, they weren't going to part for a long time.