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“Where is he?” Lily stormed in the boys' common room like it was the most natural thing in the world. Like she wouldn’t cause James’ heart attack.
“Who?” Peter asked while writing his Transfiguration essay.
“Remus, of course! We were supposed to meet in the common room for the evening rounds.”
“Don’t worry, Evans. He is probably in the library. He’ll be here soon.” James said, a bit disappointed that Lily wasn’t looking for him.
However, Lily didn’t feel like waiting, so she sprinted towards the library.
She had just turned the last corner when she heard two students. It was dark, so she couldn’t actually understand who they were, but she straightened her shoulders, already preparing her best prefect voice.
“I really need to go, ” one of them said. The taller one was leaning against the wall, right next to the library door; the shorter one had his arms around the other’s wait. “Don’t pout at me, Pads”
Pads?, Lily thought. A hypothesis was already forming in her mind.
“Just another one and I’ll leave you. Please?” That was unquestionably Sirius’ voice. The other one chuckled and kissed him noisily.
Lily wanted to jump and scream out of joy. She had suspected that they were together, but she never had the courage to ask.
“Night trysts are not allowed, ” the girl said, her voice was firm. Unlike people believed, Lily Evans could be fun and mischievous. The two boys turned to look at her.
“You of all people should know that, Remus,” she continued, crossing her arms.
“Lily, I- I was just on my way to meet you,” Remus muttered. He was so embarrassed, Lily wanted to squeeze him. Sirius, on the other hand, didn’t dare to look at her in the eyes.
“Oh yeah, I can see that.” She laughed. “Sirius, would you mind lending me your boyfriend for the next hour?” The boy looked at her with amusement, “I promise I’ll bring him back just as you left him. You know, flustered and everything.”
Sirius laughed, nodding and holding his boyfriend’s waist, and Remus hid his faces behind his hands; then he asked, “What are you so cheerful about, anyway?”
“Mary owes me ten galleons.”