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Chapter Twelve: On the Same Page

"At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet."

-Plato

Two days later found Sirius lying in his bed reading a book, or at least trying to. While his eyes read the words his brain was miles away, resulting in him having to read the same paragraph four times before finally understanding what on earth it was talking about. With a frustrated growl Sirius slammed Advance Transfiguration Methods onto the bed, crossed his arms over his chest and allowed his mind to drift.

Of course, the first thing it landed on was a certain grey-eyed girl who was lying, probably sleeping quite comfortably, Sirius thought with bitterness, in the next room. Ever since they had arrived at number 12 Grimmauld Place there had been nothing but pleasantries between them, she was acting as if nothing had changed and Sirius was trying his best to act the same although he had far from forgotten the heated kiss they had shared in the kitchen back at her cottage. Maybe she's forgotten, Sirius mused. Maybe Malfoy hit her just a little too hard on the head...

He was, truth be told, feeling like a fourteen year old, love-struck school boy, having no idea where he stood with Anna and exactly what their relationship was. And while he did perhaps give her the room beside his with a tiny hidden agenda, Sirius wanted Anna to know that she meant more to him than just a friend who he occasionally snogged when he was in the mood.

A soft tap on the door echoed around the room.

"Come in."

Sirius was hard pressed to stifle his nervousness when Anna walked into the room, wearing a soft silk nightie. "Hey. What's up?" he asked, in which he hoped was a laid-back, nonchalant way.

"Nothing really. Just couldn't sleep. You know how it is." She settled herself at the end of the bed, her legs crossed, her elbows propped up on her knees, her long brown hair flowing around her.

"Nightmares?"

"No," she answered. "Just too much to think about."

Sirius was surprised, and at the same time relieved, that she seemed as nervous as he felt. What happened to Sirius Black, ladies man, who would have taken advantage of this situation in a second? he asked himself inwardly. Come on, pull yourself together man!

"Anything I can help you with?"

She looked up at him and then quickly looked away. "Maybe," she muttered shortly.

He gave her a rakish grin. "'Maybe'? Care to elaborate?"

"No," she said, looking anywhere but him.

"Is there something on my ceiling? Or are you just captivated by the oh-so-very interesting whiteness?"

She blushed. Yes! One point to me!

"Hmmm..." he mused out loud. "Could this have anything to do with that little incident in the kitchen a few days ago?"

She blushed even harder, if it were possible.

"Ah. I think I hit the nail on the proverbial head," he smiled.

"Smart arse," she muttered under her breath.

"What was that? Sorry, I didn't quite catch you there."

She flashed dangerous eyes at him. "Well?" she cried. "Are you going to explain yourself?"

"For what?" he said innocently.

"'For what'"? You have to ask? You've spent the last two days acting like nothing happened! Don't tell me you go around kissing your friends like that every goddamn day! I feel like a confused, hormonal, love-struck teenager for God's sake!"

"Well," he said, smiling gently, as he sat up against the pillows, "At least we're on the same page."

She looked up at him with her big, grey eyes. Her face broke into a grin. "Really?"

"Really."

There was an awkward pause. Suddenly, Sirius was thrown back as Anna bounded towards him, wrapping her arms around his neck and planting a kiss against his lips. His arms instinctively wrapped around her waist, drawing her closer as he deepened the kiss. Her lips felt like hot fire against his skin and her hair like silk as he ran his hands through it. Eventually, they had to come up for air.

He smiled against her lips. "Well. That was unexpected."

"Oh, but you loved it all the same."

"Mmm..." he murmured softly, before placing soft butterfly kisses around her eyes.

She sighed dramatically. "I should probably get to bed before you get any ideas."

He chuckled against her hair as he slowly made his way to her mouth. "What, you have so little faith in me?"

She smirked as he kissed her gently on the mouth. "Quite the opposite, I assure you. I have absolutely no faith in myself." And with a quick kiss, she was off the bed and out the door.

A/N: Aahhhh.... another pointless chapter. Oh well, I felt the need for some fluffy fluff and besides, they had to have some version of 'the talk.' Hope you all liked it, please review and tell me if you think I should do a sex scene. Being 15 and oh-so-very unexperienced in the matter, it could turn out to be quite comical. Hah. Oh well, we'll see, if you think there is need to actually have a scene where they do the dirty deed I'll happily oblige but if you think I could just mention it somehow along the way, I think I'll opt for the more easier route. Anyway, as always, review and tell me what you think!