Honestly. Even outside on a warm sunny day, next to a calm, clear blue lake, where it's perfect for you to read even the most boring of transfiguration texts, its impossible, –impossible- to concentrate on studying when the body lying next to yours is persistently tapping and tunelessly humming.

I sigh, perhaps a little melodramatically, toss my hair and start from the top of the page, again... for what seems the millionth time.

"Ooh, touchy"

I glare at him, "what?"

"Nothing…"

Fine. If he wants to play stupid games like the kid he is, then let him do it by himself. I do my best to get back to revising, and ignoring him, but I can feel his eyes burning into the back of my head. I stare at the page, seething at the pure existence of him, finding a way to blame him for everything, anything, when I notice the sudden absence of his infuriating fidgeting.

I look up too late, he's already pounced, and has my book before I can even grasp what's happening.

"Sirius, that's not funny!"

I struggle clumsily to my feet, but whereas the warm day and period of inactivity has given Sirius a major spurt of energy, I, unfortunately am feeling grumpy and sleepy.

Still, I need to get that book back. And for some reason, leaving me thoroughly perplexed, the sight of Sirius running away from me, that playful glint in his eye… well, I forget all notions of anger and begin to chase him.

He's running down the grassy sloppy, getting nearer and nearer to the lake, but not slowing down and I wonder if he's actually going to go in. His unruly mop of black hair is getting in his eyes, and he tries to push it away, and trips. He rolls further for a moment –somehow ever graceful- and ends up a pile of gangly yet toned limbs. He straightens out, resigned to the fact that he's lost his breath and spreads himself on his back below the morning sun, and closes his eyes. I realise I've stopped by him, have just been staring at him, watching for the last few moments.

He looks so uncharacteristically vulnerable. I wonder if he knows I'm watching. He does, he lazily opens one eyelid, and regards me for a moment before speaking.

"I give in, here's your book."

He half-heartedly holds it out, then slumps his arm back onto the ground, and his fingers release their grip on the worn leather cover.

As I watch him, something inside me changes.

I'm no longer the rule-abiding, worry-wart who never leaves thing to chance. It's as I've been waiting, planning to do this, for a long time and finally do. As if someone else is controlling me, I kneel down beside Sirius. He hears me finally moving and sits up, leaning back on his elbows. His serene expression quickly changes to a look of shock when I grab his tie, pulling him towards me, until our lips meet.

I keep my grip on his tie, with my other hand pinning his arm down, kissing him long and hard, savouring it, for I know he's going to kill me as soon as he gets the chance. As if keeping him busy enough not to kill me is my incentive to keep kissing him…

Finally, I have to pull away. I gasp, realising what I've just done, and I attempt to stand up rambling incoherently, determinedly avoiding his gaze, "oh Christ…so, so sorry, what…came over me, just go….shit." I expect he's going to go mental, shout at me, hit me, with his fists or a curse, I don't know which, possibly he'll just run away and get me later. I certainly don't expect him to delicately place his index finger on my lips, getting me to shut up, using his other hand to pull me back down by my shirt.

I slump on the ground next to him, wondering what's going to happen next, and cautiously bring myself to look at him. He looks back at me, obviously contemplating what to do. After what seems an eternity, he finally speaks.

"How long?"

I blink.

"Uh…well, I guess, I dunno…I only just realised… But now I think about it…It's been building up for a while…" I quickly stare at the ground again, wishing it would swallow me whole.

I feel his hand gently lift my chin to look at him again.

"I only wish you'd realised sooner…"

And he's kissing me, his lips softly caressing mine, and I can barely believe what's happening, only minutes ago this seemed the most unlikely turn of events, but somehow it's happening, and I never want it to end.