"Sirius Black, Sirius Black, Sirius is a man I'd like to sha.." my song was interrupted by a sudden knocking on the bathroom door.
"Moony, would you keep it quiet in there! Some of us are actually trying to fulfill some more appropriate actions out here, like studying! You should try it!" James shouted through the door, and I felt the blood rushing to my cheeks. I imagined the confident smirk on his face as he went back to his books, and I unwillingly smiled. I turned off the hot water and left the bathroom a few minutes later. With a towel around my waist, I entered our dorm and my jaw dropped. Sirius was sitting on his bed, his hair all tousled and his clothes soaking wet. The thought of how long he had been sitting there crossed my mind, but I received a calming 'he-just-entered' glance from James. My eyes wandered back to Sirius.

"You're all wet," I said.

"Back at ya," Sirius answered with an amused look in his eyes.
"Yes, but I've been showering, and you haven't."

"Thanks for making me realise that, Moony," Sirius replied and looked at the towel around my waist. I blushed and looked away.

"Well," Sirius smiled triumphantly, "If you really want to know, I've been diving in the Lake. James owes me 10 Galleons for that! And I do have witnesses, Peter was there!" While telling the last part, Sirius beamed with victory and stuck his tongue out in the direction of James.

I rolled my eyes at Sirius and went to my own bed, searching for my trunk and finding it as I bumped my foot against it.
"Ouch!" I shouted, and in a matter of seconds, Sirius was standing next to me.

"You're alright?" he asked with a worried look in his amazing eyes. I blushed as I realised how close to me he was, and I gently shoved him away.

"If you don't mind, I need to get dressed," I mumbled, and he laughed. His cheery, grey eyes looked at me for a long moment, and I felt as if they burned through my skin. Oh dear, he was stunningly good looking. He was tall, slightly taller than I, and his shoulder-long, black hair was, even though it was tousled and wet, looking just as fantastic as always. And those eyes..

I shook my body and pulled a sweater over my head, wondering where I had left my pants. During one of my many glances at Sirius, I all of a sudden noticed that he was wearing some freshly ironed brown pants. My pants.

"Hey, what the hell, dude!" I shouted and pointed maniacally at my pants. Sirius grinned at me and shrugged. "I needed some dry clothes. You know how hard it is for me, getting used to the fact that my clothes actually don't wash themselves! And yours.. they actually fit perfectly!"

I sighed heavily and sat down on my bed, receiving and smug smile from James. I made a rude gesture towards him, and he frowned.

"Moony, behave! Prefects are supposed to be great examples!" he laughed.

"James," I said, "I need to borrow your pants."

"Nooo no no," Sirius shouted, jumping eagerly up and down like an attention-craving puppy.
"Do not fear, Moony, as I will unpant myself to save you from the embarrasment of being seen in James's clothes!" Sirius shouted and smiled charmingly at me, showing off his white teeth.

I looked at at him in surprise.

"You will what?" I asked, but he didn't reply. He just quickly unzipped his.. or my... pants and stepped out of them. I noticed how muscular his legs were. He was fit.. and tan, and tall and wonderful.

"What are you gaping at? Just because you're pale as a snowball, Peter!" Sirius laughed towards the surprised Peter Pettigrew.

I quickly grabbed my pants and got dressed, thinking about the fact that I was wearing Sirius Black's clothes! Well, technically my clothes, but they definitely had his scent. My werewolf-nose confirmed this.

"Right.." I mumbled, "I need to study! So if anybody should be needing me, I will be in the library!"

I noticed a glimpse of sadness in the eyes of my crush, and I wondered what the reaosn for this could be. I actually felt terrible for leaving him there, but I couldn't handle being around those gorgeous eyes and soft lips for even a minute longer. And if there was one place in all of Hogwarts that Sirius Black would not visit, it would be the library.

I quickly grabbed all of my books and went towards the stairs that would lead to the common room. All the way to the door, I felt Sirius staring at my back, and it sent a chilling yet welcome feeling down my spine.

AsI returned to the dorm later that night, because Madam Pince had literally thrown me out of her precious library before locking it up, I noticed that both James and Peter were sleeping. Sirius, however, was sitting on his bed, playing with a small piece of paper. I looked curiously at him. He smiled at me, that handsome, white smile that attracted any female whom would happen to be in the same room as him. The same smile that even I could not resist, and I felt drawn towards him.

"A love letter," he explained, mistakening my interest in him for interest in the letter.

"From who?" I asked, feeling a cold hand grasping my stomach. I was most likely about to be told that Sirius had a secret girlfriend and that I, Remus Lupin, was nothing but a friend.

"I don't know, someone named Isabella Hillingstone."

I exhaled and realised that I had been holding my breath. Sirious studied my face.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

No, I'm not, I thought. My mind wandered back to the conversation with James. Tell him.

"Yeah.." What? This was not what I had meant to say, but my tongue was apparently living it's own life. Sirius smiled, reassured, and I knew that I had destroyed my chances of revealing my feelings. At least for tonight.
Sirius tossed the small piece of paper into the air and decided to set it on fire with the tip of his wand.

"Sirius!" I shouted. Being a Prefect, it was in my instincts to react on any kind of violation of the rules. Sirius grinned at me and threw himself on his bed. I glared angrily at him, but the relaxed look on his face made me forget my reason, and I just felt like hugging him into oblivion. I stepped a bit closer and, as he didn't seem to mind, sat down on his bed.

"Moony, what-"

"I need to tell you something," I interrupted him.

"I uhm.." I began, listening to the sound of my heart pounding against my ribs. How come he didn't hear it too?

He looked at me with curious eyes, and he reached out for my arm. I felt his hand through the sweater, and it made me forget what I wanted to say.
"Sirius, I.."

"I hate when you call me Sirius, it always sounds so.. well, serious," he laughed. Did he not have any clue how hard this was for me?

"But then, after all, I am seriously Sirius, I suppose," he continued smugly.

I put my finger on his lip (God, they were soft) and felt his breath. His eyes widened a bit. His black, silky hair was framing his face perfectly, and I would have given anything for this moment to last.

"Sirius, I need you to listen to me. You're fantastic."

I heard him laugh and saw the confident smile spread across his lips.

"Of course I am, but did you really keep me up untill now to tell me just that?" he asked.

I looked at him, confused.
"I didn't keep you up, I just-"

"I know, Moony, but that's what you do. You 'just'. You 'just' keep me up 'till half past shit in the morning because I'm thinking of you, you 'just' make me unable to eat and you 'just' make me feel like I'm walking in a permanent, pink fog. And I have no clue why you make me feel this way, but I sure as hell don't mind it. But you also 'just' think of what could happen if you did this and that. Be spontaneous!"

I looked at Sirius, the most beautiful teenage boy I had ever seen, and my jaw dropped as I replayed the words in my head and realisation struck.

Sirius sat up in his bed, and I noticed that I still had my finger on his lip. I pulled my hand back and looked nervously into Sirius's eyes. He leaned slightly forward and placed a hand on each side of my head, and i gasped.

"You think too much, Moony. Stop 'just'ing and start doing something about it!" he whispered softly and looked at me. I didn't know what to say, desperately thinking of a proper way to reply.

Sirius sighed.

"See, that's the thing, Moony! Here I am, telling you how I feel, giving you the opportunity to tell me the same, and you start thinking! Just kiss me, for the love of God!" he snorted. And I leaned forward, wondering where this would go. His lips, experienced and determinded, met mine, unexperienced and nervous. And even though I felt like I was probably the worst at kissing in the whole world, this was the best I had ever felt. Sirius made me feel whole and happy. I leaned back, interrupting the connection between us, and I noticed that Sirius was smiling. He had realised that I was heading towards my own bed before I did myself.

"Goodnight, Moony," he chuckled.

"Goodnight, Sirius," I replied. I felt something soft hit the back of my head; a pillow.

"Stop calling me that! I'm Padfoot!"