A Secret Told

The door opened; Mary turned. "Who's there?" she asked softly. There was no moon tonight, and it was so dark she couldn't see anything.

"Sirius Black." He closed the gap between them and brushed the hair away from her face. Her mouth parted slightly, and he tilted her face up. His grey eyes were laughing at her as his lips met hers. His lips were soft and hungry. Both of them were clinging to one another and stumbling backwards towards the wall. Mary broke the kiss, and Sirius laughed his barking laugh at her. He danced her around the sunshine lit room and swirled her away. She came to a stop to stand with Sirius and Lily and the rest of the school. Dumbledore still hadn't begun the Sorting ceremony. He was still making the Slytherins scrub the tables. Mary turned and smiled at Sirius, but he growled at her and started barking. Someone started shouting her name. Was it Lily? She wasn't sure. The black dog bounded, and Mary fell backwards without so much as a gasp. She fell and fell and kept falling and didn't hit the floor until—

Mary's eyes flew open as she fell out of bed, tangled in the curtains. Lily was standing over her. The other girls wandered back to their beds after seeing that Mary was alright.

"What on earth were you dreaming about?" she asked as she helped untangle Mary and helped her to her feet.

"Nothing," mumbled Mary, remembering Sirius's kiss more than anything else. Her stomach erupted in nervous butterflies. Why had she been dreaming about Sirius?

"What did you say about Sirius?" Lily questioned her. She looked perplexed.

Mary bit her lip. Lily rolled her eyes and turned to her bed.

"Mary, truly?" Lily said (because it was not a question) as she climbed in bed. "You can't be dreaming of Sirius Black while you two are playing this game of—of—whatever it is. It's been a month since that detention. Just say "hi" one day. Tomorrow, even. And for heaven's sake, please stop dreaming about him."

After a couple minutes of silence, Mary said, "Night, Lil."

"Goodnight, Mar."

Mary stared up at the ceiling for a long time after that remembering Sirius's imagined lips on hers. It was the best feeling in the world. Why of all things did she dream of that? Did she like him? He was an arrogant, prank-loving, irresponsible bully who had insulted her multiple times. And in what possible reality would Sirius Black be kissing Mary Macdonald?

A/N: The title is from Edmond Rostand—

"A kiss, when all is said, what is it?

A rosy dot placed on the 'i' in loving;

'Tis a secret told to the mouth instead of to the ear."

I know that was super short, but im going to try to post another chapter very soon!

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