You and Sirius had been sneaking around for months.

You wanted it to be public, for you to be anything other than casual, but Sirius wanted anything but that. He had told people you two just occasionally had sex that meant nothing. He only seemed to want you after house parties. One night at a party, he pulled you aside into a secluded staircase where the music still played.

“Hmm.. missed you…” he mumbled into your shoulder, kissing it, obviously inebriated.