When we descended into the common room, after the sky had significantly darkened, I was surprised to find it looking like a tornado had hit it. Red and gold paper was strewn everywhere, and what looked like half the kitchens was residing over tables, chairs, and some parts of the floor.

"What did you do?" I asked wondrously of James, who was looking like he'd made the finest piece of art yet. Peter looked flustered, and had evidently been rushing around the castle, gathering up supplies.

"Celebrating, Moony! Socialising, and what not. From what Padfoot tells me, you need some experience," he replied.

True to his word, the night turned to a celebration. Of what, I wasn't sure. But I definitely felt out of my depth.

I hovered around the sidelines all night, inconspicuous, until I began sidling towards our dormitories as other people began their farewells. James spotted me before I'd reached the third step, and he pulled me towards where he, Sirius, Peter, Lily and one of her friends were sitting.

"It's time to play with the big boys, Moony," he said, and then added," And girls," as he nodded towards Lily.

"Yeah, watch your mouth, Potter, or something nasty might just happen to slip into your drink," she said, with a faint trace of a smile playing around her lips.

James pushed a glass of Firewhisky into my hand, and then ran a nervous hand through his hair.

"We let you do what you wanted to all night," Sirius said," But now you're gonna have fun."

I wasn't sure what it was, but there was definitely something malicious about the way Sirius said 'fun' that made me wary.

"What are we going to play?" Lily's friend asked.

"I Never," said Sirius.

I sighed. "You are possibly the biggest cliché in the world, Sirius Black."

"You still love me, right?" He joked, and I tried to hide my embarrassment by taking a rather large sip of my drink, then spluttering half of it back out.

Peter and James laughed. Sirius looked slightly disappointed.

"Okay, who's going first?" asked Peter.

"I will," said James, "Okay… I never… Kissed a boy."

Lily and one of her friends drank, and to my surprise, so did Sirius.

I raised an eyebrow. Sirius shook his head.

"I never walked in one of my friends getting changed," said Peter.

This time I could drink. The many times I'd walked in on Sirius, accidental or on purpose (mainly on purpose), flashed through my mind. Sirius drank too. So did Lily.

"Your turn, Remus," Lily said to me.

"I never… Cheated on an exam," I said, to groans from Peter and James. They drank, along with Sirius and Lily's friend. Lily gave me a little smile.

As the night went along, Sirius drinking at almost every turn, the questions began to get more and more slurred, the common room filtering of people. Soon, we were the only people up, and Peter slumped over in his chair, snoring.

"Okay, time for beddy-byes," giggled James, and he threw Peter over his shoulders with surprising ease, before staggering ungainly towards the dormitories.

"How 'bout a goodnight kiss, Lily?" He said, batting his eyes. She ignored him, and she and her friend made their way slowly to their own dorms. James heaved a sigh and climbed the stairs to our dorms, leaving me and Sirius is an empty common room.

"Ready to go to bed, Padfoot?" I asked. I realized I felt warm and noticed a tingling in my fingers. I put it down to the Firewhisky. Remus Lupin had gotten drunk, whilst socialising, I noted happily.

Sirius looked at me, and enunciated clearly. "Not just yet."

"How the hell are you not drunk?"

"Guess I can hold my liquor," he said.

Suddenly, I noticed our legs were inches from each other. I was visited by a momentary urge to slide my hand up his thigh, and almost reached out a hand before I caught myself.

Sirius cleared his throat. "Enjoyed yourself?"

"Yeah, it was… Great."

"Told you you weren't social. 'Cheating on exams.' It was a nightmare, honestly."

"At least I've never kissed a boy."

"And you're trying to make me feel bad about that? If I were you, I'd be jealous." I don't know if he knew just how right he was.

"Why would I be jealous?"

"Oh, I've seen the way you look at me, Moony. You can't get enough." Sirius relocated himself so he was sitting cross legged in front of me.

I said nothing.

"Well. How nice of you, to share your feelings."

I remained silent.

"If you like, I'll tell you how I feel."

I was still silent, but he'd caught my interest.

"There's this boy I like. And he's beautiful, and smart, and funny, and the best part of all is he doesn't even realise it. He's absolutely perfect. But he makes me want to cry every time I look at him, because I can't imagine how we could ever, ever be together. I'm so beneath him."

I shifted in my seat slightly.

"And, you know what's rubbish, Moony? I'm pretty sure that if this boy doesn't like me back, then there is absolutely no point in me living. Cause I reckon that I'll only be happy if he likes me back."

And before I knew what was happening, Sirius' lips were on mine, his knees either side of my waist, one of his hands on my face and the other in my hair.

I realized my eyes were supposed to be closed, but I was having such trouble looking away from Sirius' expression of pure bliss.

Sirius pulled away all too suddenly, but leant back into me. "You're supposed to kiss back, dummy," he whispered into my ear.

This time, when his lips met mine, I was ready for it. My hands wrapped around his waist and it seemed then that time had stopped.

At some point we turned over, and it was me laying on top of him, his hands running over my back, my waist, my hips. One of my hands had sneaked under his shirt and was tracing the curves of his stomach.

Finally, we broke apart, and I rested my head against his stomach. He clutched me tight.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that," he said.

"Me too," I spoke quietly, afraid of disturbing this precious moment.

"To the dorms?" He asked, pushing himself up.

I nodded my assent, and as he grabbed my hand to lead me upstairs, I lingered for a second, saying, "This better not be one of those famous Sirius Black ploys to get into my pants."

He pulled me close once more and kissed me, before softly saying, "Wouldn't dream of it, Moony."