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"Oh no, honey! That color's terrible with your hair!," Madame Mallekin said.

"Thanks, I appreciate that," I said, rolling my eyes. It was like the hundredth time she said that. Fortunately, I bought everything else for my friends to give them on Christmas. The dress was the last thing on my list. Potter and I had split up, because I was pretty sure he wasn't interested in my dress. He only said that it had to be very nice and he gave me some (!) Galleons. When I counted them, I noticed he gave me 500 Galleon's spare. He really had to be rich. But, back to the dress. It was Bordeaux and had a soft cloth. The split reached until my upper thigh.

"Maybe you should try this one." I sighed, but did what she asked. I pulled out the Bordeaux dress and pulled the other one over my head. I didn't look in the mirror, 'cause I lost all hope to find a very nice, cute dress.

I heard a sharp intake of breath when I shoved the curtain aside. "What? Is it even worse than the other one's?," I asked.

"No, I think this is just perfect, sweetie," Madame Mallekin squeaked.

"I knew it.. Wait, what?" The words penetrated. Did she just say it was perfect? I hurried to the closest mirror. I noticed that Madame Mallekin wasn't wrong. The dress was perfect. It was green, strapless and the cleavage was coated with a million little crystals. The dress was longer than my legs and fell like a green waterfall around my feet. The back was deeply cut, it stopped just above my waist.

"Wow," I whispered. "How many is it?"

"350 Galleons. But for you, because you searched that long, I'll make it 300." I hesitated. 300 Galleons? That was a lot. James would kill me if I did it.

"Just buy the dress already," a voice behind me said. I recognized it immediately. The voice belonged to Sirius Black.

"Sirius!," I said, surprised. "I thought you had a date!"

"I had, but not anymore, as you can see. Sirius Black, at your service."

"Stop it, Black. It's like you're 50 years old, it's scary." He grinned.

"Touchy. But, I have to say it, you look amazing in that dress."

"You think?"

"Yeah, I think you should buy it."

"Listen to the pretty boy," Madame Mallekin chuckled.

"I don't know… It's 300 Galleons. James would kill me if I spend all his Galleons for a dress."

"First, yeah. But when you show up in that dress, Evans, he'll forget every word he whined. And, if you kiss him after that-"

"Kiss him? What do you mean, kiss him?," I interrupted his story.

"Yeah, the midnight-kiss. Didn't he tell you?"

"No… Oh Merlin, what did I do? I'm not going to kiss Potter. Never." Except all the times he kissed me already, but that was too late to change.

"That's a little rude," Sirius found, "I bet my head on it Prongs' an excellent kisser."

"Oh, yeah, he is," I said, before I could stop myself.

"So why complaining? Wait a second… How can you even know that? He didn't kiss you today. You haven't kissed him. But maybe, you're lying and you did!"

Oops, beginner mistake, I thought. I swallowed. A few times.

"I knew it! I saw it in his eyes!," Sirius went on.

"You have too much fantasy, Black," I said.

"Oh, no, Evans, you can't lie. And that's very good to know," he winked. "Now buy the dress and come with me so I can interrogate you."

I changed, bought the dress, swallowing when I gave her 300 Galleons and walked next to Sirius to the exit. Before Sirius even had the chance to say something, I started.

"What about that midnight-kiss?," I asked.

"It's a tradition at the Potter's," Sirius explained. "When it's midnight, two people who would never kiss, do it."

"So, you and James kissed a lot of girls already?," I asked, afraid of the answer.

"Actually, to be honest, no. Every girl wants to kiss us."

"Jerk."

"So no, not that many girls," he went on, like he didn't hear me. "But you, you're a serious case. You would never kiss Prongs voluntary. So, now's your chance. Snog his brains out and he'll let you alone for a couple of hours. Everybody's happy."

I rolled my eyes. "Who are you going to kiss, then? You're not going to say someone is even in able to say no to the famous Sirius Black?"

"Easy, Evans. I'm going to kiss Mckinnon."

"Marlene?! No way."

"Yes way. She even agreed already. She wants to have it done, that's what she said."

"Oh my bloody hell."

"You tell me." We walked a few minutes in a comfortable silence.

"So," Sirius began, "you're still pretending you don't like James?"

"I don't." But deep inside I knew better. I did like James. A lot.

"Oh, Evans, come on. Everyone knows. The way you look at him, when you laugh about one of his really bad jokes… I already told you, you can't lie." Luckily I didn't have to answer that, because James stood three foot away, grinning.

"I see you found what you needed."

"Yeah, I did. But you'll have to wait 'till Christmas to see it."

"Bummer."

"Think about it. If you ever need any one to talk to, Sirius Black, at your service." I playfully elbowed him.

"Bye Prongs, Evans. And oh yeah, James, she spend 300 Galleons." After that, Sirius jogged away, just out of my reach to smack him.

"That's it? I thought I gave you 500," he asked.

"You're not mad?"

"No, because you're worth every single Galleon." I blushed at his words. Gosh, I loved this boy. "Hey, don't be embarrassed. I mean every word of it," he went on, making me blush even harder. Damn redheads! I thought. He stepped even closer, so I could smell him, I could feel his heartbeat. I didn't pull back, I was dragged along with the strong current of the river named James Potter. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling when his lips met mine. I didn't care everyone was watching us, I didn't care how chapped his lips were, all I cared about was feeling his hands on my body and feeling his lips against mine.

When we broke apart, he grinned.

'Well," he started, "that was an early midnight-kiss."

"How did you know Sirius told me?"

"Padfoot is very bad in shutting up, I assumed he told you before I even had the chance to."

"Crap. In that case I'll need to shut him up, then."

"Why?," James asked confused.

"Otherwise he's going to tell you how my dress looks like, and I'd like to surprise you."

"Can't wait, Evans."

"I know, Potter."

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