No one must know. This simple sentence repeated itself in your head, like an old broken record player. No one must know that I spent the night with Sirius Blac k

It was good, of course, even downright great, it's true, but having to deal with having fallen like a fly in front of the Don Juan of Hogwarts, that's a no.

Yet the universe had decided to torment once again this morning. You were still in your pajamas in the common room doing your homework surrounded by Lily, Marie and Remus, when an unknown mass came to settle (project himself) next to you on the red sofa. Sirius fucking Blac k. He looked at you with that same stupid proud and arrogant smile.

"Well, if it isn't the night's unexpected star," he began, his voice filled with his usual cocky charm.