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“This is your fault.”
“I don’t remember grabbing myself and shoving me into the fucking water closet.”
“Perhaps it’s not fair of me to blame you for not possessing the brain cells necessary to remembering when your celebrity godson was due home. Some purebloods just aren’t what they used to be.”
“Well, you shouldn’t have left your bloody pants in the kitchen!”
“The fault hardly lies at my pants when you’re the one who simply couldn’t wait to experience table sex!”
Sirius’ hands grabbed him by the face.
“Well maybe if you hadn’t been so — goddamn — sexy—” lips crashed against his own, punctuating each word, “I wouldn’t have felt the need!”
“Don’t put this on my superior genetics. If anything, it simply goes to show how—“
Two wands rolled under the door.
He looked up at Sirius in horror.
“Maybe you’re both to blame for forgetting to bring your wands with you,” Potter’s voice rang out. “Next time cast a silencio and save us all the plague of nightmares.”