A/N: Chapter Two, yay! Enjoy! Also, read our other story, Rough Waters. Percabeth. Pirates. Lots of fun.
There was definitely something there that Marlene had never noticed before. She'd caught glimpses of the same expression before—the same softness in his eyes, reflecting her own image directly back at herself. Surely, reflected in Marlene's eyes, Sirius must've seen the same thing, because all at once Marlene understood what that something was.
And all at once, Marlene felt it, too.
It wasn't that she hadn't felt that way before—that feeling had always been there, something irreplaceable tugging at the corner of her heart—she just felt it all at once, a surge of emotion. Perhaps it wasn't this strange warm feeling that Marlene considered irreplaceable... Perhaps it was the boy who made her feel it. The boy who she'd spent years with, laughing and playing and teasing. The boy who she'd always absentmindedly watched from the corner of her eye.
The boy who was, incidentally, very close to her at that given moment.
Marlene hardly dared to breathe as her brown eyes met his grey ones, framed by elegant dark lashes. His irises disappeared as his eyelids slid shut. Marlene closed her eyes too, but rather abruptly out of nervousness. All that nervousness melted away, however, when the long-overdue kiss finally settled between them.
In storybooks, it was always a big deal when one character opened their mouth during a kiss, but it was really quite hard to keep her lips closed. They settled into the kiss quickly, and suddenly his fingers were in her hair, and her arms were around his neck, as they lay in the dead grass beside the castle. Neither of them could really get enough of each other.
Marlene pulled away for a second, flustered. Sirius's eyes glowed silver in the moonlight, and she wanted to look away, but she really, really, couldn't, because she'd waited so long for this moment, and nothing could really spoil it.