Finally, Sirius and Meg stopped kissing. They made Ron and Andrea stop, too, because they were going to go to Dumbledore's office. Andrea pouted and said, "Oh, but I want to keep kissing Ron. If you ask me, I'd say he needs a bit more practice. I'm helping him."

Sirius laughed. "Yeah, but we're going into Dumbledore's office right now. I just don't think it's going to be very polite to kiss when somebody's talking to you."

"He wouldn't mind," Andrea protested.

"Well…alright," Sirius said, laughing again. "I guess if he doesn't mind…Actually, I don't think he will, Andrea. Okay, you can kiss Ron to your heart's desire."

"Super," said Andrea, and the six of them, Sirius, Meg, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Andrea, all went halfway to Dumbledore's office. Then, they walked into Snape, who glared at Sirius and pulled his wand out immediately. Sirius pulled out his wand, too.

"Black." Snape pointed his wand at Sirius's face.

"Snape." Sirius jabbed Snape slightly with his own wand.

"Black."

"Snape."

"BLACK!"

"SNAPE!"

"Ron," said Ron, sniggering. Everybody else watched Snape and Sirius, circling, their wands held inches apart from one another's faces. Snape spoke first.

"You can't steal her from me, Black," he hissed.

"Umm, I think I just did," said Sirius, with fresh sniggers from everybody but Meg. She was just standing there, her mouth slightly open. Suddenly, some red light flashed from Snape's wand, narrowly missing Sirius's head. Sirius flashed some red light at Snape.

"Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!" Meg suddenly cried, jumping between the two of them. "I know somebody's going to get hurt if you don't stop it! And Snape, I don't think I can forgive you, but Sirius, I-I can't lose you again!" Harry could see tears running down her face.

"Do you honestly care what happens to this lunatic?" Snape said, knowing the answer.

"Yes, I do!" said Meg, turning on Snape. "If there was one person, in this world, who I don't care about, it would be you. I don't care what Sirius does to you!"

"Ha. See?" Sirius stuck his tongue out at Snape. "She likes me better."

Snape ignored him and turned to Meg. "You know what, Meg? I still love you, but you don't love me, and you never will. So just leave me alone, will you?"

He walked away. Meg called after him, "Fine! You're the lunatic, not Sirius! Y-you're so ugly that I can't believe your stupid Romance Charm even worked on me!"

Sirius slowly pocketed his wand. "What do you mean, you couldn't lose me again?"

"I knew you were innocent," she said, "ever since Remus Lupin taught here. See, he knew we had been going out. And we started talking about you. And then I remembered. Remember, I was one of the few people you told that you changed the Romance Charm? You didn't tell Remus, because you thought he was the spy. I told him so, but he didn't believe me. And finally…that night…just before he left…the truth was proved to him, too. I always wished you would come back, but you never did. Nobody knew exactly where you were. I lost you fourteen years ago, Sirius. Snape could've killed you."

"He could not have," said Sirius. "And anyway, what did you tell the other Aurors?"

"Well, I told them I hated you now for what you did, and then I told them I knew you the best out of any of them, and so I should be in charge of the hunt for you. And after I found out you were innocent, I tell them you're in a different continent or something, wrong information."

"Oh," said Sirius. "Well…thank you."

"Oh, it's fine," said Meg. "All that matters is that you love me…and I know you do." Harry watched them and just wishing that Hermione would like kissing sometimes. And, finally, the two of them pulled away from each other. Sirius said, "C'mon, Dumbledore's waiting for us."

Harry and Sirius walked behind the rest of the crowd going to Dumbledore's. Watching everybody talking and laughing, Harry said to his godfather, "How'd you learn to kiss like that?"

"You learn a lot of things, locked up in a wizard prison for twelve years," said Sirius slowly, "but kissing isn't one of them. My parents kissed a lot. And I kissed Meg a lot, too…"

"Hermione doesn't like kissing much," said Harry. "Andrea and Ron kiss all the time. It's almost like they're addicted to it or something. In fact, I've never kissed anybody before."

"It's fun," said Sirius rather distantly. He returned his godson's glare with a grin, and said, "If she doesn't like kissing, then, I don't see how you could've ever kissed anybody. That's all right, you know. I didn't want her as a girlfriend until I was in my fifth year. Meg liked me, she just kept on asking me out, and, even though she was really pretty, I can tell you, it was a real pain in the neck…"

Harry laughed quietly. "I don't want to kiss as much as Ron and Andrea do, but, if she'd only just kiss me once in a while…I think…maybe…oh, never mind…she would never…"

"You know what you should do?" said Sirius. "Christmas is coming up. Try to catch her under the mistletoe, everybody knows what it means. And then she'll have to kiss you."

"Thanks," said Harry, smiling.

"Don't even mention it," said Sirius. "Go up and join them all. I think they're waiting for you. In any case, Harry, Hermione does like you. Otherwise, she wouldn't have taken you to the Yule Ball. Remember, she said that you never stepped on her feet even once."