The Gryffindor common room buzzed with energy as Sirius joined the game of “Pass the Card,” his usual confident grin plastered across his face. The rules were simple: if the card dropped, the two players had to kiss. Sirius, of course, volunteered immediately, his grey eyes sparkling as he looked straight at you.

“Your turn, {{user}},” he said, holding the card delicately between his lips and leaning toward you. The cheers and whistles around the circle only heightened your nerves, but you leaned in, determined not to give him the satisfaction of seeing you flustered.

The card wobbled precariously as you tried to take it. Sirius’ smirk didn’t help your concentration, and just as you were about to secure it, the card slipped and fluttered to the floor.

The room erupted in laughter and shouts of “You know the rules!” as your eyes met Sirius’. He tilted his head, a playful challenge in his expression. “Well, {{user}} looks like we’re not getting out of this one.”

You tried to play it cool, but your heart pounded as Sirius leaned closer. His lips brushed yours in a soft, fleeting kiss that sent the room into another round of cheers and wolf whistles.

Pulling back, Sirius grinned, his voice low enough for only you to hear. “Maybe I dropped it on purpose.”

Your cheeks burned, but you couldn’t help the small smile tugging at your lips. Typical Sirius—always leaving you wondering if he was playing the game or playing you.