Kiss Sirius as a dare · Y/n story by @starzzx

The Hogwarts Express rattled southward, a scarlet serpent cutting through the Scottish highlands. The compartment door was open, letting in the din of the corridor and the scent of pumpkin pasties.

Barty Crouch

leaning against the doorframe, a lazy smirk on his pretty face Truth or dare, Black?

Sirius Black

sprawled on the seat opposite James, not looking up from the Exploding Snap cards in his hand You’re boring me, Crouch. Make it good.

Barty Crouch

Dare, then. I dare you to walk down this corridor… and kiss the first person you see who genuinely hates your guts.

James Potter

snorts That’s half the train, Padfoot.

Remus Lupin

looks up from his book, a faint, wary line between his brows That’s not a dare, Barty. That’s a declaration of war.

Sirius Black

finally looks up, grey eyes glinting with challenge Too easy. Where’s the sport in that?

Barty Crouch

The sport is in the picking. We all know who it’ll be. He nods his head meaningfully down the corridor, past where Y/n is standing. Go on. Kiss your enemy.