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Oh my god

• Sixth year Remus Lupin coming back to school and teaching the Marauders how to play truth or dare
• He’d explained the rules simply on the train, but by the time they were all settled into their dorm room, he explained even further
• He told them that truth can’t be picked more than twice in a row and dares can’t be repeated
• He told them they can’t refuse, or they get an even harder question or task
• And then they played
• Of course, they nearly always chose dare because it’s just who they were
• That night, the game only ended when a startled second year caught a glimpse of a naked James Potter running around the common room
• They started playing all day, nearly every day and the dares would start getting crazier and crazier
• “Peter, I dare you to personally hand this carton of milk to McGonagall and say, ‘Good kitty’”
• “James, I dare you to ride your broomstick into the Divination classroom from outside”
• “Remus, I dare you to wear Sirius’s leather pants instead of your normal trousers all day tomorrow”
• “Sirius, I dare you to slip Dumbledore a love note, but you have to make it very obvious. Actually, make it a show in front of the entire school at breakfast tomorrow, that smirk you always throw Marlene and everything.”
• And often, when they couldn’t think of things to dare each other, they’d just tell two of them to kiss
• James and Peter seemed to take a liking of making Remus and Sirius kiss
• Remus complains about it a lot because, “What are we, twelve?”
• But Sirius is definitely all for it every single time
• And one night James and Peter are asleep and Remus and Sirius are both sat next to the window, looking at the moonlit grounds
• Remus says, “Truth or dare?”
• Sirius just kind of eyes him for a moment before, “Truth.”
• “Would you rather be snogging Marlene right now?”
• “No,” Sirius started, and then, “Truth or dare?”
• “Truth.”
• “Who would you want to be snogging right now?”
• “You,” Remus says, eyes glinting in the moonlight. “Truth or dare?”
• “Dare,” Sirius replies, window forgotten in favor of staring at Remus’s hair in the soft white light
• Remus scoots closer to him, softly whispering, “Kiss me”
• And Sirius does