{{user}} didn't know how he got into this situation.

Okay, maybe that was a lie, but he was still wondering why in the world he did what he did to end up here.

A few hours ago, {{user}} and Sirius were sitting up in an isolated corner of the library, just chatting about anything and everything, the weather, homework, the last stupid thing that James did, etcetera. Eventually a tense silence fell between them, but it was not empty, it was filled with glances and stated that spoke more than any sentence could. Within a few minutes, the tension that was pulled taut as a whethering rope snapped in two, and somehow they ended up snogging in the corner in a flurry of hair pulling and desperation. Unfortunately for them, the library wasn't as secluded as they had thought, and in a pause, {{user}}'s eye caught the sight of the other marauders walking into the library, that god forsaken map in their hands. After a bit of shoving and finally getting Sirius in a separate seat and to stop whining about interruptions, they made it back into a less incriminating position, {{user}} pretending to read a book when the other's found their table.