Disclaimer: Obviously, I do not own J. K. Rowling's stuff – her plot, characters, etc…it all belongs to her.
Author's Note: Finally, a chapter that's a little bit longer! It's going to start getting more intense between these two…I hope you enjoy it!
I tossed and turned in my four-poster bed, desperately trying to find sleep that refused to come. I hadn't looked at a clock in a while, but I knew it was past two in the morning. My brain wouldn't stop whirring with thoughts that kept me wide awake. For the most part, I was thinking about Sirius, even though it had been weeks since our incidental kiss. People had long-since quit teasing us about it, but my own mind couldn't seem to drop the topic.
I wasn't gay. I liked girls. No, that's an understatement. I loved girls. And I knew what I felt for Lily, and there was no way that feeling could be anything but love. But what was that spark I felt when Sirius' lips touched mine? I groaned, squeezing my eyes shut. I shouldn't be thinking about this! But, no matter how hard I tried to keep the image out of my brain, it kept coming back to haunt me.
I suppose I had never really considered whether I liked guys before. I had just assumed I didn't. That was the logical way to look at it, wasn't it? I tried to remember times I had seen guys in TV or movies and felt attracted. I couldn't think of anything, but that wasn't really proof – I couldn't think of any girls in shows that had really aroused me either. But, why was I testing myself in the first place? I wasn't gay. A tiny voice in the back of my head argued back that I didn't really know that. I quickly told the voice to shut up, then briefly wondered if I was truly going mad.
Not that Sirius was helping me with my confusion. He kept joking and puckering his lips at me, then looking hurt when I wouldn't kiss him. Mostly, I just wanted to slap him across the face when he did that. But another part of me wondered how serious he was about it.
Merlin's beard, it was boiling in the dorms. I threw back my blanket, pulling my shirt over my head and throwing it on the floor. It joined the gigantic mess that now surrounded my bunk, though we were barely a month into school. Falling back against the bed, my thoughts returned immediately to Sirius.
"Psst," I heard a familiar hiss, interrupting my thoughts. "Prongs! You up?" I pulled back the curtains around my bed to see Sirius lying on his bed, in a position that mirrored mine to a tee. He was even shirtless, too. He smirked as he noticed our identical positions.
"Yeah," I answered, "what is it?"
"Nothing," he sighed. "Just can't sleep, that's all."
"Me neither." No need to tell him why I was having such a hard time falling asleep. He sat upright, motioning for me to come over to his bunk. I stood up, the cold floor temporarily relieving my feet of the stuffy heat of the dormitories. I crossed between our beds quickly, however, sitting down opposite him on his bed.
"How about some Truth or Dare?" he whispered, grinning.
I rolled my eyes. "What are we, 12-year-old girls?"
"Have any better ideas?" He looked at me expectantly.
"Yeah, how about anything else?" I did my best to give him an icy glare, but he just laughed.
"Nope. We're playing, whether you like it or not."
I sighed, giving up. Maybe I could use this to my advantage.
"Fine," I muttered. "But Truth or Dare with two people always turns into Truth or More Truth. This is going to be boring." He shook his head, pulling a sickle out of his pocket.
"Heads is truth," he told me, turning it over in his fingers. "Tails is dare." He handed me the coin, indicating that I should start.
I sighed, taking it from his hands and flipping it up into the air. I caught it, slapping it onto the back of my hand. The noise echoed through the dorm room, and we both froze, listening for our roommates to wake up. They didn't, and I let out my breath as I lifted my hand to uncover the coin. Heads.
"Truth…" he said to himself, thinking. "What's the farthest you've gotten with a girl?" Bloody hell. This was off to a great start. I looked down at the sheets, feeling the heat creep into my cheeks.
"I, er…" Why was I playing this game, again? "I guess you would call it second base."
"What do you mean, 'you guess'?" Crap.
"Well, you know…" I looked at the wall. "It, er, involved my hands. And her, uh…It's your turn, damnit!" I threw the sickle at him, as hard as I could. Unfortunately, he caught it just in front of his face, and it didn't leave the mark I had been hoping for. He snickered, then tossed the coin into the air, catching it fluidly and slapping it onto the back of his hand. Heads.
"If you could snog any 6th year, who would it be?" I asked him. His eyes filled with excitement.
"Ohhh, well I'd love to have a go with that Melinda girl. But then again there's always Catherine. Or Mary. Or Lucinda, or Elizabeth, or…" he continued, and I tried to block out my secret hope of hearing my own name. This was stupid. I didn't even know what I wanted.
"Alright, alright," I interrupted his long list of names. "It's my turn." I snatched the sickle from him, quickly tossing it up and catching it again. Tails.
"I dare you…" he smiled wickedly at me. Note to self: never play Truth or Dare with Sirius ever again. "to kiss me." Oh God.
"What?"
"You heard me." His grin widened. "Kiss me. On the lips. Full-on."
I responded with a shocked, pale face.
"What? You don't have the balls to do it? I guess I should have known. You're not secure enough in your –"
I silenced him with my lips on his. So close to his warm body, in the cold air of the dormitories, I was suddenly hyperaware of the fact that neither of us had a shirt on. Without meaning to, I parted my lips slightly, pressing my lips even harder against his. I was suddenly very dizzy, and I pulled back away from him. He grinned, while I smiled sheepishly and handed him the coin back.
The game continued on, and every dare thereafter became a kiss. The person who had landed tails would have to do the exact type of kiss that the other asked. The truth questions got more and more personal, asking each other about masturbation or dreams about sex. There was some sort of high that came with it being past four in the morning that made me willing to ask and answer all of these questions – or perhaps it was because of that strange spinning feeling I would have each time we kissed.
Either way, we kept playing until much later than we had intended. We kissed, laughed, shoved, and wrestled until we were finally awoken by the sounds of Remus and Peter waking up to go down to breakfast. But I definitely didn't regret missing that night of sleep.