The sunlight is searing through the window, burning my eyelids. Can't someone have the decency to close the blinds? I groan, feeling like I've been hit by a hippogriff. Is this hangover normal? How much did I even drink last night?
Alright, let's piece this together.
First, makeup. Oh, I definitely looked stunning last night.
Second, that drinking game. Can't recall the name, but the memory of downing a shot of firewhisky every minute for an hour is etched into my brain.
Third... Moony.
Yes, Moony was close to me. But wait, was he too close?
My mind races as I replay the events. Moony's lips on mine! I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself.
How? Why? Who initiated it? Does it even matter? All that matters is Moony's presence close to me, he and his contagious laughter, and that smile. Oh, that smile, with those slightly crooked teeth he's had since the full moon incident in fourth year, the freckles around his nose, the dimple on his left cheek... it's all so perfect.
And his hand... first on mine, then on my leg, my neck, my hair...
Wait, rewind again. His lips, drawing closer to mine, kissing me.
What have I done? He's my best friend. I should have control. I love Moony, but do I like him that way? He's an amazing kisser, but what does it all mean?
Well, I adore everything about him - his ridiculous clothes, his taste in music, his quirks... everything. I even love the way he looks at me in class, that blend of disapproval and amusement.
But now, as I try to gather my thoughts, I feel something heavy on my arm. Slowly opening my eyes, there they are, those caramel curls... Moony never left after the kiss.
I poke his head gently, and his breathing shifts. He looks up, eyes scanning the room before meeting mine.
"Hi," I manage to croak, but he doesn't respond.
"Is everything okay?" I blurt out, instantly regretting it. What's wrong with me? I should just spill it.
"S-Sirius?" he stutters, his expression wavering, much like when he's already regretting a prank we’ve pulled.
"Moony, stop. Don't you dare say it was just the alcohol," I interject, heart pounding.
Silence weighs heavily between us. I need to break it, to fill the void with something, anything.
"I know I'm irresistible, but so are you. At least, to me," I confess, hoping it's enough.
He continues to stare at me, and I start to feel self-conscious. Do I have something on my face? I reach up to check, but he gently takes my hand, never releasing it.
"You're an idiot, Sirius Black... but you're my idiot," he finally says, and relief washes over me like a wave.
Thank Merlin.