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“Would you go to Hogsmeade with me?”
“I would love to,” Sirius says, dramatically fluttering his lashes. “But you see, I already have plans with the Giant Squid that I can't cancel at all, so...”
James groans and flops down onto his bed. “For the millionth time, Padfoot. You need to stick to the script, otherwise I can't memorise what I'm supposed to be saying.”
“But your script is so fucking boring,” Sirius complains from where he's lying on his own bed, his head propped up on his hand so he can look at James.
James glares at him. “And you could do so much better?”
Sirius shrugs his shoulders. “Of course.”
James loves Sirius, he really does, but sometimes he wants to strangle him. “Big words, no proof.”
Sirius, of course, takes it as the challenge it is. He looks at James over the space that separates their beds and something shifts in his eyes, something that sends a shiver down James' spine. His heart beats harder and his mouth goes dry and Sirius hasn't even said a word just yet.
“Would you do me the honour of accompanying me to Hogsmeade this weekend?” Sirius says eventually, his voice low and quiet like he's sharing a secret. “No Remus, no Peter. Just you and me. We could hold hands and share a drink and do all those ridiculous things people in love are supposed to be doing.” He gives James another long look that sends James' heart galloping when his eyes slowly dip down to James' lips. “But mostly I just want to kiss you.”
James doesn't know what to do with his feelings. With this longing that fills him, with the need to jump over to the other boy's bed and do exactly what he said last.
So instead, James just shakes his head. “Too wordy,” he says, his voice sounding a little tight.
Sirius groans and falls back onto this back, seemingly unconcerned and unbothered. “Boring,” is all he says, but there is a bit of disappointment swinging in his voice.
James can't say that's the word he would use for the racing thoughts in his head or the racing heart in his chest as he stares up at the canopy of his bed.
Boring is the last thing he would say about the slow realisation that he might be in love with his best friend.