A/N: This is seriously the longest thing I have ever written...that actually makes sense. Ruby made me update, just so you know. We're talking about quizzes, and how being evil makes you horny. We're also talking about Harry Potter. She's make me update now. Right Now. She told me to write this;
This story is all for Ruby. She is my inspiration. And the most wonderful person in the entire world.
Delia padded down the hallway, in search of a room and a bed to sleep in. The first door on the left was already shut with the light turned on so she walked past it.
When she reached the second oak door on the left, she knocked first, but when no one answered, Delia walked in and turned the light on. Light shone softly through the slightly messy room. Judging from its appearance, she assumed it was Sirius'. Delia turned around and looked elsewhere. It was a normal teenage boy's room, including dirty clothes on the floor, slight stench of undetermined origin, and not much else. Delia walked over to his bureau, picking up a few trinkets: a wallet, a keychain of some sort, a small box of some sort of chocolate candy. Smiling and picking out a one, she walked over to his desk and saw a sketch book. Curious, she opened it. Much to Delia's surprise, she saw dozens of drawings, most black and white, but all of them…
Well, they were all surprisingly good.
Delia was amazed. Of all the years she had known Sirius, she had no idea he was actually good at something.
Well, you know, besides Quidditch, and pranking people, and being a total flirt, and making himself look like a complete wanker.
Delia flipped through the sketch book. In the beginning were mostly little drawings, nothing big, maybe a flower, or a bird. But she noticed that a bit more in the back, he sketched people.
Strangely familiar looking people.
Delia laughed out loud when she found James sketch. His hair literally looked like it was standing on end. He looked like a porcupine. He had a mischievous grin on his face. Turning the page, she found Peter, his hair was cut extremely short and his eyebrows were knit together in worry. His lips gave a slight fishlike appearance from the way they were position and his round face looked like a moon.
Pretty spot on from what he usually looked like.
Next was Remus, appearing almost bashful with a small smile, his hair was just slightly messy and he was wringing his hands together, nervously.
Turning the page again, Delia had a good laugh. Sirius drew himself.
He actually portrayed himself rather accurate (even though she could tell that he spent far more time on his picture than of any of the others Delia had seen) much to her surprise. No bulging muscles, no obscene bulging in the pants region, no shirtless drawings revealing a well defined stomach –even though, you know he did-, nothing like that. Just normal Sirius.
Well, maybe not normal.
Drawing Sirius was wearing a black shirt and pants; he was scratching the back of his head with one hand while the other arm hung loose at his side. His black longish hair flopped just slightly over his eyes. His mouth curled into his infamous smirk.
Delia turned the page once more, to find herself.
Drawing Delia's arms were crossed and she was wearing a long-sleeved v-neck shirt and pants, her hair was slightly messy. Delia's large eyes were looking off to the left and she was biting her lower lip.
Delia stared at it briefly, it looked very familiar, and not just because, you know, it was her.
Delia just shrugged it off, placing the sketch book gently back in its place and walked over to his bed.
Delia was surprised at how soft Sirius' bed was as she slowly sat down by his pillow, the bed was rather large with a navy blue comforter and matching pillow cases.
Leaning slightly, she noticed on Sirius' night stand were several pictures.
Alongside a lamp was a few pictures, one was the same as what James had on his night stand, the whole gang laughing and having a good time and all of a sudden, they all turned to look and smile at the camera, but the other two were different; one was of her and Sirius talking animatedly about something, her using a lot of hand gestures, him very relaxed with his hands in his pockets, and suddenly Sirius must have said something humorous because suddenly Picture Delia threw her head back and started laughing –what appeared to be- loudly, and at the end of the picture, both Picture Delia and Picture Sirius look over at the camera and give a single nod of recognition. The other was of the Marauders, all interlocked with arms over each others shoulders, grinning wildly at the camera. Delia smiled as nostalgia washed over her.
Suddenly, the door swung open and in came Sirius. Scratching his head absentmindedly he walked past Delia, not noticing her, and turned to his bureau. He pulled the shirt he had worn that day over his head, he reached down, unbuttoning his jeans and slid them off.
"Uh, Sirius, before you get any further I guess I should make my presence known."
Sirius whirled around to face her, his face the definition of complete shock.
"Delia…wh-Hi."
Delia, still sitting on his bed gave him a small wave.
Sirius stared at her for a while curiously before saying slowly, "Tell you what, you stay…I'll leave." He started picking up his stuff when Delia spoke up,
"No, it's ok."
Sirius gave her a look.
"No! No, no, it's fine, it's fine, stay. It's fine Sirius, honestly. Come on," Delia patted on the bed next to her, "sit."
Sirius dropped his clothing and sat next to Delia slowly on his bed.
Each was uncharacteristically silent.
"So…how're The Flying Banshees doing this year?"
"Wha-oh." Sirius looked down at his boxers, smiling, "They're fine, I suppose."
"I wonder when Remus and Calia are going to get together." They both mused at the same time. They both looked up at each other immediately and smiled.
"I like it when we say the same things at the same time."
"Me too."
"I think it'd be sooner rather than later." Delia mused.
Sirius looked at her and raised his eyebrows in question.
"Oh come on! Have you seen the looks they give each other? I mean blimey, it's like they have x-ray vision or something."
Sirius threw his head back and laughed, "Those horny teenagers."
"Yes, awful isn't it?"
A little while later, Delia came up with a suggestion, "Let's play a game." Delia said suddenly, bouncing on the bed a bit.
Sirius shrugged and they turned to face each other, cross-legged on the bed.
"What kind of game?"
Delia tilted her head in thought and so did Sirius, even though he was only imitating her. Suddenly, he opened his mouth slightly,
"How about, 'I'll Show You Mine If You Show Me Yours'?" He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
Delia threw her head back and laughed, when she was done she sighed, "Not in you're lifetime pal…how about we just ask each other questions."
"Sure, hey, D, what the hell is it with you and asking people questions?"
"Shrug, now come on, you first."
"Fine," Sirius sighed and rolled his shoulders back, "uhh, what is Cordelia Hudson's favourite colour?"
"Hmm, I believe her favourite colour is black and silver-"
"Those are two colours."
"Thanks, smartass, now what do you think Sirius Black's favourite colour is?"
"Well, not bilver, that's for sure."
"…Bilver?"
"Yeah…you know, black and silver."
Delia laughed for a moment before she stopped, "I can't believe I just laughed at that."
Sirius looked at her for a second, "Yeah, I can't believe you did either."
"So, anyway, favourite colour of Mr. Black is…?"
"I like black."
Delia smiled, "Seriously, Sirius Black likes black."
"Oh, shut up." Sirius said, which only made Delia smile wider, Sirius rolled his eyes, "What do you think life is going to be like in 20 years?"
"Well, there will be…uh…stuff….and…uh…music…and…a 37 year old me acting very un37ish."
"Way to think ahead, D."
"Thanks. Uh…what's your biggest fear?"
Sirius looked down at his lap, "It's stupid." He murmured.
"Oh please, stop being so melodramatic, it's me!"
"Promise?"
Delia smiled, "Yeah. Yeah. Cross my heart."
"My biggest fear, is…is not being loved…to be all alone…and…to just be forgotten."
Silence.
"Well," Delia answered brightly, "that was depressing."
Sirius smiled at her.
Delia looked at him worriedly, "You know I don't have to explain to you right? About how many people love-"
"Oh yeah, yes, I know, but, I don't know, you know?"
"Yes…I think."
"Is it my turn?"
"I believe so."
"Ok, who at school freaks you out the most?"
Delia widened her eyes, "Snape, most definitely. I always see him in the halls and he always stares at me! And I don't want to look at him because then he'll think I like him, and he's just scary and just…just ew."
"You're scared of Snape?" Sirius asked, his eyes wide.
"Shut up! Hey, it's not like you have anything to worry about, you're taller than him and you're a guy! I'm just a little girl that has no upper arm strength."
Sirius stared at her in shock, "But…then why did you agree to pranking him today?"
Delia rolled her eyes and answered, like it was the most obvious thing in the world, "Because you guys could protect me from the greasy Snape, I mean I'm all for women's rights and burning the bras and not shaving, but come on! Everyone needs protection from someone that scary."
Sirius looked at her oddly when she was making her speech. After she was done, a smile slowly spread on his face, "Delia, you are the most unique person I have ever met."
"Why thank you Mr. Black."
"You are welcome Ms. Hudson."
"So, Siriusssss, what, hmm, let's see, what do I not know about you?"
Sirius raised his eyebrows, "Not much."
"Hmm, well then tell me something about yourself that I don't know."
Sirius glanced up at her briefly before replying, "Well, I love it when you get up really quickly and your head gets all dizzy and you almost black out."
Delia looked at him. "…Yeah, that's totally awesome."
"So, where do you see yourself in 10 years?"
Delia smiled, "Why are you asking me all these future questions?"
"Shrug."
"I see myself married to a music man." She smiled again, this time dreamily, "Preferably to Jim Morrison."
"Who the hell is Jim Morrison?"
"Why, he's the Lizard King!'
"Right…how could I've forgotten?" Sirius replied sarcastically.
Delia rolled her eyes, "He's a muggle American musician…but more of a poet that sings rather than a musician."
"Interesting. Why are you so guy crazy?"
"I don't really know Sirius, why are you so girl crazy?"
"Yeah, I suppose that's fair, but what can I see, I appreaciate the femal form." Sirius sighed to himself, day dreaming.
Delia rolled her eyes, "Hey Sirius?"
"Hmm?" He came back from his day dream. Even though it was technically night at the time…well, actually early early morning. Anyway.
"I actually have a question for you that I don't really know the answer, how old were you when you, you know?"
"The big you know, or something less?"
"The thing right before the you know. About as far as you can get without actually shagging."
"Second year."
"…Really?"
"Yeah…"
"…wow."
"But let's just say it wasn't a good time."
"Care to explain?"
"Well, you see I was really young then and…it wasn't…yeah, but I don't know, blimey Delia, this conversation is making me uncomfortable-"
"Also, you're wearing next to nothing." Delia nodded her head to his bare stomach and boxers and smiled brightly.
Sirius looked down "Yeah…that too…" Suddenly he got up and went over to his bureau, he pulled on a pair of sweatpants as he walked toward the bed again and sat down in his original position facing Delia.
"Why else was it making you uncomfortable?" Delia asked tilting her head to the side.
"Because…it's you…and it's just weird talking about my sex life and my… I don't know…stuff…around you."
Delia looked at him surprised, "Why?"
Sirius gave her a look.
"Hey, we're friends, close friends to be exact, and close friends talk about these sorts of things."
"Yeah, yeah, it's my turn now right?"
Delia nodded, "Yes indeedy."
"What is your biggest fear?"
"Oh. That I'll never tell."
"Delia."
"Sirius." She looked him in the eye, not backing down.
"It's probably something stupid isn't it?"
"You could say that."
"You know that I'll find out eventually right?" Sirius gave her a look.
"Yeah, I know, but not now, ok?"
"Ok."
"So, my turn right," Delia asked, glad to be done with the uncomfortable topic, "So, who are you liking these days Silly Sirius?"
"I have no idea. You?"
"Besides the usual…nah."
"The usual? Who's th-oh! Josh-ie-poo!" Sirius sang loudly.
Delia cringed and put her face in her hands again, "Shut up." Her voice was muffled.
"Blimey Delia, you still like him? He's been out of school for like 3 years!"
"Shrug."
"What's so special about him anyway?"
"I like his hair."
"But-"
"Moving along!" Delia interrupted him.
"Ok, fine, it's you're turn."
"Uh…question…question…wanna go for a walk?" Delia sat up slightly and asked excitedly.
Sirius smiled widely, "Yeah! Let's."
They both got up from the bed and Sirius started to put on his shoes, while Delia just opted for being barefoot. Sirius started looking both ways when they started walking down the hall, and kept on tip-toeing towards the staircase. Whenever he heard the slightest noise he would stop abruptly and look around the hall wildly. This went on until he started to scale one of the walls in the hallway like a spy. Delia just rolled her eyes and walked right past him and down the stairs. Following her, Sirius started whispering at her to stop making so much noise or they'll be caught. Delia just gave him a look, which made Sirius shut up rather quickly.
After shutting the door as quietly as possible, each looked at each other and started having a normal conversation,
"So, Deliiiiaaaaaa…"
"Yes, Sirius?"
They began walking a slightly slow pace.
"Are you excited about school?"
"Excited? Uh, not really." Delia answered, looking up at him and smiling. "I'm kind of excited to see everybody again, you know, not just our friends, but everyone, but I'm not excited about doing work."
"Who likes doing work?" Sirius asked, agreeing. Suddenly he thought of something and asked, "Say, are you going to stay at Hogwarts for Christmas?"
"Uh, I have absolutely no idea, it is just a few months away, Sirius, but I think I'm going to stay, it being our last year."
"Right on! I'm staying, and I don't want to be all by myself with you know…"
"Snape." Delia finished grimily.
"Aye, except I could always torture him relentlessly." Sirius mused.
"Yes, but who will you show all your good times?" Delia teased quietly as they reached the end of James driveway and started walking towards Delia's new house.
Soon, they reached Delia's driveway to her house. She stopped abruptly in front of it and stared at her new house with her arms crossed and head tilted.
After a moment, Sirius asked her quietly, "Did you like that you moved?"
Delia shrugged, snapping out of her trance, "It's not bad. But," She continued, smiling, "my neighbors are just dreadful."
"Oh are they?" Sirius asked her playfully, crossing his arms and looking down at her.
"You have no idea."
"I wonder what time it is."
"Not very late I don't think, maybe around two. Hey, what was going on with James earlier after his nap?"
Sirius scratched his head as they continued walking down the sidewalk, "I don't really know, but he gets like that every once in a while after waking up."
"He must've been dreaming, I wonder if it was a good dream or a bad dream." She mused quietly.
"Probably good, it seems as if he's disappointed when he wakes up."
Delia laughed, "He's probably dreaming about marrying Lily or something."
"Hah, yeah, he's like a 9 year old girl I swear, always dreaming about his wedding and who he'll marry…"
"…and what he'll wear." Delia finished for him, looking up at the sky. Suddenly her face broke into a wide smile, "Remember that time in 4th year when you turned Snape's robes pink with James?"
Sirius threw his head back and laughed loudly as they turned on Mulberry Street, "Oh, yeah, that was bloody brilliant; you should've seen his face."
"I did…I was sitting right next to you."
"Oh shut it."
Delia smiled brightly up at him. Once the two reached the end of Mulberry Street they turned right onto a street with a few shops, obviously closed, and a playground.
Delia stared, mouth opened before she exclaimed happily, "Swings!"
Delia started running over to the swings with her arms flailing around a bit, like she was swimming.
Sirius stared at her running style before laughing to himself and running after her, only normally.
Delia sat on the first swing waiting for Sirius to join her, looking very out of place. With her grey pajama bottoms and white tank top and bare feet in the middle of the night. After Sirius walked past her and sat on the swing next to her, Delia started to push herself off the ground and when she was swinging high in the air she began to sing rather loudly and …badly…
"Sweet silver angels over the seaaaaaaaa
Please come down flying low for meeeeeee"
And if it were possible, she started singing even louder and much, much worse.
"One time I trusted a stranger!
'cause I heard his sweet song
And it was gently enticing me
though there was something wrong
When I turned he was gone-"
"Delia," Sirius interrupted her singing, "what the bloody hell is that, you're going to wake the entire bloody country."
Delia stopped swinging abruptly and pouted, "You don't like my singing? I think I'm going to cry."
"Delia that was great really…" Sirius said, searching for words of encouragement without, you know, saying she should start belting out another tune.
Delia laughed, jokingly replied, "Hey, and I didn't even get to the chorus yet!"
"What was that anyway?" Sirius asked as he began swinging lightly, "I don't think it's a wizard band."
"Cuz it ain't y'all." Delia replied, using a faux Southern American accent, "'s a muggle ban' ya hear?"
"Yes, I hear, and can you please stop talking like that? It's kind of weird."
"Oh fine, you're no fun."
"I know, I'm such a party pooper." Sirius said as he used his long legs to go higher than the bar that was holding the chain for the swing. "I've always wanted to fly." Sirius said as he flew into the air.
From down below Delia replied, "Well…you do ride a broomstick…and…that involves your feet not being on the ground."
"But, I really wish I could just fly," Sirius shouted from above her, "you know?" He asked as he whirled past her.
"Yeah, I know. You could get one of those new flying motorcycles that just came out, you know." Suddenly she asked, "Could you imagine if someone walked by right now? And saw both of us in pajamas, and you with no shirt on?" Delia replied watching him.
"That would be a pretty interesting reaction on their part to say the least." Sirius replied as he flew past her once again and flashed her a smile.
Suddenly, on a very high swing, Sirius jumped off and landed on the ground, knees slightly bent. He danced around happily for a moment when he found out that he didn't break any bones while attempting this feat.
He turned to Delia, his hair shone from the reflection of the street lamp down the street, "D, I'm bored."
Delia rolled her eyes, "Well, bored-o-boy, what do you want to do?"
"I don't know, what should I do?"
Delia smiled, "Anything you want, Sirius Black, just don't steal my records."
"What?"
"Nothing." She smiled mysteriously at him.
Sirius looked down at her for a second before he started talking to himself, "Hmm, should I prank anyone now or should we just walk around."
"I believe that's between you and your god Sirius."
He turned to her, "Do you want to prank anyone, D?"
Delia looked at the sky, "Right now? Nah, it's too late, someone'll call the muggle police." Suddenly, she yawned, she then tried to say something else, but yawned again she looked up at Sirius who was still standing in front of her and said in a little voice, "Sirius, I'm tired."
"Alright," Sirius said, shoving his hands in his sweatpants pockets, "let's go home ok?"
Delia just nodded, yawning again and rubbing her eyes.
They walked home in a comfortable silence, enjoying each others presence.
Sirius was thinking to himself for a few minutes before he asked, breaking the silence, "D, what exactly is an assclown?"
Delia, still tired, laughed loudly, "Honestly, I'm not quite sure; I just kind of made it up."
Unexpectedly, Sirius looked up at the sky, "Look," He said pointing to a tree, "There's like 3 owls on that tree. Wow, Delia, look at their eyes."
Delia, without looking up asked him, "Do they all look like mine?"
"Well, yeah, actually." Sirius said lamely as he point his arm down and started walking again.
Delia smiled, "Silly Sirius." She murmured to herself.
"So Delia," Sirius started,
"So Sirius."
"What are your parents like?"
Delia scrunched up her nose, "Uh, normal I suppose, kind of annoying, and the mother is a very paranoid person, and the father is just…I don't know…dad like."
"That's good though, I mean-"
Delia stopped walking abruptly and looked up at him sternly, "Oh bloody hell Sirius, would you stop wallowing in self pity? I don't want to have to deal with you whining about your life, 'No one loves me, I don't deserve to live, I don't belong here, I'm not wanted, blah blah blah.'"
Sirius raised his eyebrows, "Whoa Delia, a bit of tough love coming from you today huh?"
"Shrug, I'm tired, besides, some people need a good kick in the head."
"Some people meaning me."
"I didn't say it, you did."
"You should write a book Delia." Sirius said suddenly.
Delia looked at him for a moment, before replying, "Uh, you wanna explain that one Sirius?"
"You have so many words of wisdom."
After a few seconds Delia spoke up, "I'm trying to figure out if that's a compliment or not…"
"Yeah, I'm not really sure either, but you do say wiseful things-"
"Wiseful? You're starting to talk like me again, Sirius."
"Anyway, as I was saying, some of the things you tell people just make sense, you know?"
Delia though, "I don't really think I say wiseful things…the only thing I can think of is that I do always tell the girls to never take anything seriously, because if you never take it seriously, than you never get hurt, you never get hurt then you always have fun, and if you ever get lonely, just go to the record store…and visit your friends."
"See?" Sirius waved his hand for emphasis, "Beautiful."
"Thanks…do you even know what a record store is?"
"Yes!" Sirius replied, hurt, "I took muggle studies, you know."
"Peace and love baby, peace and love." Delia said to herself, "Sirius, do you even know where you're going? Because, I'm following you."
Sirius nodded confidently, "Yeah, we're down here."
They walked along the sidewalk, nah more like strolled.
They reached James' house soon and walked towards the front door, before opening it, Delia leaned over and whispered,
"You wanna be the Lone Ranger or the Cisco Kid?"
Sirius turned to her and answered, "I don't think I'll ever understand you, Delia."
Delia whispered again, her eyes shining, "I don't think you're supposed to, Silly Sirius."
He looked at her, amazed, before slowly opening the door and silently walking inside.
He glided up the stairs and into his bedroom without making the slightest noise. Once inside the room, Delia turned to him and asked, "How did you do that?"
"Shrug," Sirius smiled, "practice, not everyone has an invisible cloak."
Delia smiled, "Lucky bastard." She murmured.
"Tell me about it." Sirius replied before taking off his shoes and flopping on his bed and sighing contently.
Suddenly the door burst open and Calia ran into the room, searching for something. She found two teenagers staring at her wildly. She looked flustered and her face was really red, she was breathing so hard, it looked like she just sprinted through the whole house, but she found what she was looking for…
"Delia-" Calia stopped abruptly, looking at the two.
Delia and Sirius just stared at her from the bed.
"Uh, what are you guys doing?" Calia looked from the bed, to Delia, to a half naked Sirius, and back again.
"Nothing." Delia said smoothly, "What did you want to tell me?" She asked.
Calia looked at her briefly before motioning her to come to her. Delia got up and walked over to her, looking at her curiously.
"You'll never guess-"
"You found a library?"
"No, not that…its…" Calia jumped up and down excitedly and clapped her hands.
Delia just looked at her.
"Remus…"
"No."
Calia nodded, a smile creeping onto her face.
Suddenly everything clicked. Delia's eyes grew wide and then she broke into the hugest smile before she started shrieking that girl shriek that girls shriek when they're excited…yeah, I admit, I do it too.
"Ah! You! And he! And no! No? YES! YES! Oh my! AHH! This is the grooviest freaking thing to happen EVER EVER EVER! I'm so excited!" Delia said, freaking out. She started jumping up and down, "CALIA! I am soo happy for you! You have no idea! What did he say to you?" She spoke quickly, too excited to take a breath.
Calia was the same way, her eyes were wide with excitement as she breezed through the speech, "Well, we were talking, in his room-"
"IN HIS ROOM?" Delia screeched, not able to contain her excitement.
"YES! And, and then we were talking right, about his dreams and he was acting really weird right? So we were talking and he said he had something to tell me, and he looked awful, and he kept sighing and wringing his hands and freaking out! I thought he was going to tell me he was dying or something."
"Yes, yes! Continue." Delia said, biting her nails.
"Well, then he said that during the truth or dare game James was playing with us, you know the game today, well, he was asked, you know, what his last dream was about and he…he said that he was going to say that he was sitting next to this beautiful woman in his dream right, but he never got a chance to because you guys were doing whatever it is you do in the kitchen."
"ANYWAY."
"Yes, so Remus said that he was sitting next to this beautiful woman right? And then he said that what really happened in the dream was that he was sitting next to me! Me Delia! And he said that not only was I sitting next to him, but in his dream…I was his girlfriend."
Delia stared at her in shock, her mouth wide open. "No. Way."
"YES! But that's not it."
"IT ISN'T?"
"No! So, then you know, I was flipping out, obviously, right?" Calia's eyes were dancing around happily.
"Totally."
"Right, but then. Oh my god, then. Then! Then! Then!"
"OUT WITH IT!"
"Well, he said that, oh Delia, he said that he remembers the first day that he met me, and he said that when he first saw me, he thought that was the first day of his life."
"Oh. My. God." Delia said, placing her hand on her heart and she slowly sank onto Sirius bed.
"But that's not it!"
Delia stared dreamily up at Calia.
"He said that he thinks he was blind before he met me."
"Oh god!" Delia wailed. "I'm going to cry right now."
"And he said that he tried to move on but, direct quote, 'I've tried to forget about it, move on, but, I realize now that…that I need you Accalia.'"
Delia waved her hands in front of her eyes, trying to not cry, "That is the sweetest thing I have ever heard EVER."
"Tell me about it." Calia said, her hazel eyes showing too many happy emotions.
Delia leaned back on the bed next to a silent Sirius and smiled, "This makes me so happy."
Calia smiled, "Delia, there's more."
Delia bolted up to a sitting position, "There's more!"
"YES! So then I had an idea. I asked him truth or dare."
"Truth or dare?"
"Truth or dare. And he looked at me in confusion and he said dare and I…well I dared him to kiss me. And well…he did."
"HE DID!" Delia screeched.
Calia smiled dreamily. "Ohhh yeah he did."
Delia was frozen, "I don't know what to say right now."
"Me neither, and I was there!"
Delia looked at her and smiled. She was so happy. "How was it?" She asked.
Calia looked at her and raised her eyebrows, "How do you think?"
Delia tilted her head back and laughed.
Suddenly, Sirius spoke up for the first time since Calia burst in, "Hey, no talking about Remus' snogging skills while he's not around."
Delia looked at him and smiled brightly, "I'm sure he won't mind. Did you get all our conversation just then?"
Sirius smiled back at her and leaned against his pillow, "I got the gist. Good for you guys." He said to Calia. "But, try not to hurt him ok?"
Calia smiled contently, "Cross my heart."
"Wait a tic, Calia…where is he now?"
Calia smiled sheepishly, "Still in his room, I told him I had to use the loo."
"You left him there!" Delia and Sirius asked incredulously at the same time. They sat next to each other on the bed and looked up at her.
Calia looked at them, "Would you rather have me not tell you guys what just happened?"
Delia smiled sweetly up at her, "Je tu adore."
"Merci." Calia looked at Sirius and answered his questioning eyes, "That's about as much French as I know, Delia here is the expert."
"Oh I know!" Sirius answered, he didn't talk to Calia often but when he did they seemed like really close friends, "She always says these random things to me in French and I never know what they mean."
Delia turned towards him and whispered, "J'ai un secret pour tu dire."
Sirius stared at Delia blankly before turning to look up at Calia, "See? No idea."
Delia giggled and Calia rolled her eyes at her best friend.
Calia looked at the floor briefly before saying, "Oh Delia one more thing…"
"Hmm?"
"He kissed by the book."
Delia's eyes grew wide and she stated waving her hands in front of her eyes again, trying not to cry, "I knew he would, I knew it! I knew it was meant to be!" Suddenly, Delia got up and hugged Calia tightly.
Sirius started at them confused, "What the fuck does 'kissed by the book' mean?"
"Romeo and Juliet." Answered another voice from the doorway. The three teens snapped their heads quickly to see who was there.
Remus was leaning against the side of the doorway, his light brown hair was messy and he looked tired but happy. Really happy.
Delia looked from Calia to Remus and noticed that they were just staring at everything in the room but each other. Delia rolled her eyes and clasped her hands on Calia's shoulders and walked her over to Remus. They both looked at the ground nervously.
Delia rolled her eyes and walked away from them, and sat next to a quiet Sirius on his bed. She leaned over and whispered to him, without taking her eyes off the two lovebirds, "Come with me." As they silently got up, she whispered to him again, "And maybe you should put a shirt on now."
Sirius threw on the shirt he wore that day and followed Delia obediently out of his room, clapping Remus on the back while he and Calia continued to stare at each other silently.
After the two left, Remus finally looked at Calia. "I thought you left me." Remus said quietly, "But, then I heard Delia shrieking and I just kind of figured."
Calia looked up at him at last and laughed, "Yeah, she does that a lot." Then she looked away for a second, thinking to herself, when she came to a decision in her mind, she turned back to Remus, "Look, Remus, I gotta to say…"
Remus looked at her worriedly.
"Well, quite frankly, I'm not one of those 'meek girls' that are always shifting their feet and always blush and are always really shy and quiet. I'm nothing like that, so I hope you don't expect me to act like this often."
Remus laughed and ran his hand absentmindedly through his hair, "Calia, I've known you for quite some time, and well, I would never be able to describe you as meek."
"Oh yes, me meek? No. Just no." Calia replied, shaking her head as they started walking back to his room.
Remus and Calia talked quietly together on his bed, both were lying down and Calia was using his chest as a pillow.
"So Remus, what have you been reading lately?" Calia asked, tilted her head up to look at him curiously.
He closed his eyes briefly, thinking, "Just Lolita." He said it in a way that separated the syllables; Lo. Lee. Ta.
Calia's eyes snapped up to look at him, "The book about child pedophilia?" She asked bewilderedly.
Remus smiled, "It's a bit deeper than that but yes, it is about child pedophilia. It's pretty interesting actually."
"Not thinking any wild thoughts are you there, buddy?" Calia asked, faking fear.
Remus laughed, "No, no, I like my women…women thank you very much."
And after that, Calia and Remus were no longer quiet around each other, or nervous, or worried that one day, instead of asking how the other was, they'd accidentally say, "I'M IN LOVE YOU WITH OH MY BELOVED. BUT CUPID HAD LAID NO ARROW ON YOU FOR ME!" Or something of that nature.
They didn't talk about what happened, and they felt that they didn't need to. They both knew how the other felt and how happy they each were. They both felt, even though it seemed unrealistic at the time. That this was meant to be, that Delia was right, it was supposed to happen a while ago. But at least it happened. Calia thought to herself, trying to figure out what they were like now. Our conversations now flow with ease instead of a wary politeness. We understand each other, hell we're starting to say the same things and we've only been technically together for a couple hours! Then suddenly, she realized it, we're exactly like Delia and Sirius, well, you know…besides the obvious, yeah…
Remus was thinking along the same lines. I had no idea it was going to be this easy, well it wasn't really easy, talk about nerve-wracking and downright bloody scary, but the fact that Calia is now in my arms makes up for it. Makes up for the 6 years I've liked her. Definitely makes up for it.
Calia sighed contently as she and Remus spoke quietly to one another about everything. Anything. And they were happy. Really happy.
After checking to see where Remus and Calia were, Sirius and Delia walked back into his room and started arguing,
"Sirius, it's your bed, you stay, it's no big deal."
"Delia, come on, don't."
"Don't what?"
"Don't leave me!" Sirius whined taking off his shirt again and throwing it on the ground.
Delia sighed and asked, "Well, then where are we both going to sleep?"
Sirius looked at her.
Delia raised her eyebrows and looked back.
This continued for a few seconds before Delia relented,
"Fine, I'll stay." She walked past him and over to his bed and gently climbed in a moved over to the very end of the bed, "Here, come on." She patted the other side of the bed.
Sirius looked at her warily, he could think of a dozen reasons to say "no."
"Sure."
As he climbed in gracefully, Delia spoke up, "But we have to have rules: No pranking, snoring, drooling, or anything else annoying or embarrassing. Oh, and no groping. I don't care that we've been friends for over 6 years, you're still a teenage guy and I'm still a teenage girl. So hands off."
Sirius raised his hands in defense, "Ok, ok, I wont even look at you aright?" He said sarcastically as he rolled over and turned his back towards her.
The two teens were on opposite ends of the bed. After a few tense minutes, Delia sighed.
"Sirius…"
"Hmm?"
"I'm sorry."
"What for?" He asked, turning his head towards her.
"For yelling at you just now."
"Shrug, it's ok, it was probably well deserved."
Delia turned to face him and slowly a smile crept onto her face, "Silly Sirius, still friends?"
"Of course." Sirius replied, in a voice that said that they could never not be.
"Yay." Delia yawned and scrunched up her nose, "Even after all that excitement," She whispered, "I'm still absolutely exhausted."
"Well, it is around 3 o'clock, D."
Delia just raised her eyebrows in response.
"I'm happy for them." Sirius said suddenly, running his hand through his hair absentmindedly.
"Oh me too, they definitely deserve it."
"Right on."
"And what Remus said to her, that was seriously the sweetest thing I have ever heard."
"Yeah," Sirius said, shifting a bit and pulling the covers down to his waist, "Even I was starting to tear up."
"Oh shut it." Delia replied, her speech slightly slurred, "you have to admit it was beautiful, 'I think I was blind before I met you'. I mean come on."
Delia turned on her side, facing him. Her legs were drawn up towards her chest but not completely, she kind of resembled an upside down '4' if you really want to know. Her eyelids drooped down every once in a while as they continued talking until she finally said in a small voice,
"Sirius, I'm tired."
Sirius silently looked at her and reached over and turned out the light.
"Night, Sirius." He heard Delia mumble, almost asleep.
"Good night Delia." Sirius whispered, then added, "Sweet dreams."
Soon, Delia's breath slowed as she was gently lulled into a deep sleep.
Sirius sighed as he started at the ceiling, wide awake.
A/N: I'm in a very Romeo and Juliet/French/Music mood right now. And my hands are cold.
Do you realize how many words this is? It's insanity.
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