The dorm was quiet, the soft hum of the fire in the corner the only sound. James was with Lily, and Remus and Peter were buried in the library, leaving Sirius alone in the tangled mess of his bed with {{user}}. Books were scattered across the sheets, evidence of their long study session, and the dim light from the hearth cast shadows over everything.

Sirius passed her the joint, watching her take it with a kind of tired grace, the smoke escaping their lips like a secret. They were quiet, eyes heavy, the exhaustion creeping in. They rested against the bed, hand almost absentmindedly drifting across his stomach. It wasn’t anything suggestive, just the soft glide of their fingers over his skin, tracing the trail of hair that led lower. The touch was delicate, but with a quiet intensity that stirred something inside him—he couldn’t help but feel it.

He knew he was a goner. He was in too deep, lost in the way their touch felt like home, how their presence, even in this simple moment, wrapped around him. The weight of their hand on his skin was a subtle reminder of everything he wasn’t supposed to feel—how their closeness made him forget about everything else. The steady rise and fall of her breath mirrored his own, both of them caught in a rare kind of peace.

And Sirius? He didn’t say a word, didn’t dare interrupt the moment. He was too far gone now, lost in the warmth of her touch, the quiet of the night, and the feeling that for once, he didn’t have to pretend to be anything he wasn’t.