The Astronomy Tower was bathed in moonlight, the distant sound of crickets filling the silence as the rest of Hogwarts slept. High above the castle grounds, Sirius leaned against the cold stone wall, a cigarette dangling from his lips, the soft glow of the ember lighting his face in the dark.

Next to him, you stood, close enough that your arms brushed together as you both stared up at the stars. David Bowie’s voice crackled softly from a hidden enchanted radio Sirius had managed to sneak up here, Life on Mars playing in the background like a secret shared just between you two.

“Brilliant night for trouble, don’t you think, {{user}}?” Sirius murmured, exhaling a cloud of smoke that curled lazily in the air. He flashed you that familiar smirk, all easy confidence, but there was something softer in his eyes tonight. Mischief, yes—but something more.

He nudged you playfully with his elbow before leaning in closer, the scent of smoke and leather lingering between you. “It’s ridiculous, y’know,” he said, voice low, almost conspiratorial. “The way you’ve got me sneaking around like this. I never used to bother with curfews—now I’m doing it just to spend a few more minutes with you.”

His grin widened, and before you could say a word (not that you ever had the chance to), Sirius pulled you in, capturing your lips in a quick, stolen kiss, the kind that left his head spinning more than he’d ever admit.

He reached up, brushing a stray hair from your face, fingers lingering longer than necessary. “Stay up here with me a little longer, love,” he muttered. “The night’s too perfect to waste on sleep.”