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imagine: you and sirius' relationship tenses up for the first time.

content: sirius black x fem gryffindor reader (in a new relationship), insecurity, swearing, miscommunication, both the reader and sirius being somewhat in the wrong, a bit of angst w/fluffy ending

a/n: this is inspired by this post by @velvetcloxds - for sure check out monique's dialogues if you haven't already, i LOVE them!!

Sirius Black was a flirt.

You knew it when you met him, you knew it when you befriended him, you knew it when you fell for him.

It was part of his charm - his alluring advances and remarks were what attracted you to him in the first place, besides his handsome looks, that perfect body, those stormy eyes...

Regardless, you were aware that your new boyfriend had flirtatious tendences, and an extreme lack of experience in relationships, barr a stint with Mary Macdonald in 4th year, which the both of them confirmed didn't count.

Sirius was used to having girls come up to him - everyone was, including you.

At first, you didn't really mind. You had both kept your relationship a secret for a while, so you understood why he'd let it happen - he needed to maintain the front until the both of you were ready to tell everyone. You had the confidence, along with a lack of fucks to give, to ignore the futile advances towards your boyfriend, meeting them all with a sweet smile.

But after a while, as your relationship became public knowledge, the flirting never stopped. It was never him pursuing or encouraging it - Godric, you wouldn't have put up with that. But he never really ever shut down the attention fast enough, in your eyes.

You thought maybe it was a ruse to get you jealous, which he could turn into some romantic scenario to get you into his bed. And it worked, too, a few times.

And it was the same vice versa - it's not like you hadn't had your fair share of guys in your pursuit, too. Only difference was, you dismissed them as soon as the opportunity arose.

"Hey, L/N-"

"Not today, Goldstein."

You were starting to get agitated. With the increase in gossip about you, Sirius Black's newest 'thing', from the bitchier voices of your year and below, it got to you. It was all bound to. And though he'd probably never heard the bitchy discourse about you, it seemed like he didn't care.

You never dealt well with confrontation - you usually never had a reason to be mad at anyone. And if you did, you always assumed that it was your fault and it was the consequence of something you had done, when that was hardly ever the case.

So you never said anything, hoping that your unreasonable feelings of inadequacy would dissapate, or hoping Sirius would realise what he was doing and stop.

But he didn't.

You never knew how to react - the only natural response was that you got quiet for a little while, barely speaking to anyone after it had happened again.

You might subtly try to shrug his arm off you, or decidedly not laugh at his jokes. He'd get pissed, and confused, and sad at your sudden change in demeanor without any apparent reason.

"What's up with you?" He asked you quietly as you all sat in the common room, your other friends awkwardly evading their attention from the scene.

"Nothing, just leave it, Siri." you mumbled, using his nickname to try and alleviate the tension.

"Can't you just tell me?" he asked, desperation behind his tone rather than the previous anger and frustration.

"Please, just... I'm fine, just drop it."

And you both did drop it.

Because neither of you ever wanted to argue with the other - you flirtatiously bickered as friends, and still did so now you were together, but a real fight? That's something that had never posed a real problem in your relationship before. And it was a scary thought for the both of you.

"There you are." he grinned as you walked over, sitting on the space he'd saved for you on the dining table bench. You smiled beamingly at him, blushing slightly as he wrapped his arm around you and kissed your cheek. "You look so fucking beautiful right now." He mumbled into your ear, and you blushed, biting the inside of your lower lip to suppress your flattered giggle.

It was the day after a Gryffindor match, which they had won - obviously. And the two of you couldn't keep your hands off each other at the afterparty. It was the perfect night - the best party you'd been to in ages.

All because of him, and his voice, and his hands... And his tongue.

He kept his arm around you for the entirety of breakfast, teasingly caressing spots on your abdomen that he'd marked with love bites the night before. Your lips met in a secret kiss when nobody was looking, and you could tell by every touch, every moment, that he loved you...

That was until some ravenclaw girl trapsed by giving you a death glare. You returned it with an increduous smirk of your own, wondering why these girls made your relationship any of their business.

"Hey, Sirius." She drawled from across the table. The rest of your friends' attention was also pulled towards the encounter, what with James sharing an apologetic glance with you and Marlene clicking her fisted knuckles under the table.

"What's up?" Sirius responded, sipping from his cup, his other arm still around you.

She giggled, tossing her hair behind her shoulder. "Great game last night. You were undoubtedly the star player." she complimented, and he arched an eyebrow, knowing his quidditch captain best mate could hear everything.

"Cheers, love." your boyfriend nodded at her, an unnoticeable smirk on his face as he looked at James teasingly.

James hadn't taken any notice of what the girl had said though - none of your friends had. Their concerns were with you, and the fact that the smile that they'd seen plastered on your face for 24 hours straight, had faded the minute Sirius acknowledged the ravenclaw's existence.

Breakfast continued, but you didn't want to be there anymore. That perfect night, ruined by stupid remarks. You swiftly picked up your books, stuffing them in your bag, before wriggling out of Sirius' hold. You left your breakfast half-finished as you stood up without explaination.

You didn't care if it looked dramatic - this had happened one too many times.

Remus immediately knew what was wrong - they all did, except the oblivious Sirius Black. His gaze followed you longingly, confused. "Where are you going, Y/N/N?" he called after you.

You mumbled something about being late to first period.

"But potions is in half an hour? And the classrom's right the- Nevermind, she's gone now." Sirius sighed, turning back to his mates, who met his eyes with glares of their own.

"What?" he asked, chuckling slightly. He'd sort of had enough of your random outbursts of coldness, too - fed up with your lack of explanation for suddenly not wanting to be near him.

"Can't you see that it bothers her?" Remus asked, genuinely concerned about his best friend's power of discernment.

"What does?"

"Cheers, love." Peter chimed in, mimicking Sirius' prior remark, earning him a glare from the grey eyed gryffindor.

Remus added, "Y/N's your girlfriend, mate. She's bound to be pissed if you keep entertaining other girls like that."

Sirius moved his gaze towards you again, watching as Marcus Goldstein approached you yet again from the Hufflepuff table. But this time, you let him flirt with you, spitefully wanting Sirius to have a taste of his own medicine.

You giggled at Marcus's compliments - not encouraging him, but not shutting him down either. You felt guilty for a moment, but when you noticed Sirius' frown from across the room, you knew your mission had been successful.

Sirius was silently cursing himself, realising that he'd never been genuinely affected by others' attention on you, because you ignored their advances immediately, never giving anyone but your boyfriend a second glance. And now that you were letting someone else compliment and flirt with you, he felt awful. Not just out of the jealousy, and the regret for not having realised his hurtful habits sooner, but for making you feel the horrible way he was feeling right now.

All he wanted was to walk up to the pair of you, wrap his arm around your waist and tell Goldstein to shove off, but he couldn't. Hypocrisy wouldn't have made the situation any better.

"I'm such a fucking asshole." Sirius muttered, putting his head in his hands, and wondering how he could be so dense.

"Yeah, you are." Remus rolled his eyes, returning to his Daily Prophet.

"Now go get her and sort it out - she's too shy to say anything, you know her. She'll probably think it's all her fault." James added, nodding in the direction of the door of the Great Hall, out of which you had just left.

He got up, trying and failing to ignore Marcus' pompous sneering at him from the Hufflepuff table. Sirius searched for you for a while, but after realising you probably didn't want to be found, he resolved to find you later when you'd certainly be in your dorm. He'd give you some time.

You were in your dorm room, deciding to skip dinner so you could work on an overdue potions essay and pretend your boyfriend didn't exist for the evening. You heard the door creak open, in stepping the lovely Lily Evans, who greeted you with a warm smile.

"Hi, Y/N/N. What're you up to?" she asked, plopping herself down on your bed next to you. You sighed, tapping your quill against the parchment with two words on it - Sirius Black.

You had tried and failed for the last hour to block him out of your thoughts - give yourself some peace, but you couldn't. You wished that you didn't overreact earlier.

And so you told Lily, who petted your hair as you leant on her lap, explaining your boy troubles to her. She sighed too.

"I get it, Y/N. James was the same. But what got him out of the habit was me actually talking to him about it." she offered gently. "Sirius loves you - no matter how dense he can be to his own actions sometimes, he wouldn't ever want to hurt you."

"Maybe you're right." you mumbled. You hated confrontation, but you hated being on the outs with Sirius more. You bit your thumb nail slightly as you pondered whether to take a visit to the marauders' room after dinner.

However, it seemed that trip would be unneccessary, as you and Lily heard a few gentle taps on the door.

"Y/N? You in there?"

You sat up, your heart beginning to race. Lily smiled, squeezing your shoulder encouragingly as the door creaked open. Sirius looked at you desperately, and you blushed under his gaze, turning your eyes to the floor.

"I'll leave you two to talk." Lily declared, offering Sirius an encouraging nod, before leaning in to whisper in your ear. "I'll be in the Great Hall if you need me." she said. You nodded, and she walked out of the room, patting Sirius' chest as she did so.

A few moments of awkward silence passed as you evaded his gaze, fiddling with the blanket thrown across your bed that you were perched on.

"Y/N, I... I'm a fucking idiot." He stated, taking a few cautious steps closer. "Seriously, I... I feel so stupid. I should've been more considerate of your feelings whenever some girl would come up and talk to me. I should've ignored them all - they don't mean anything to me. But you do."

He approached you as you were perched on your bed, still avoiding his gaze. He sighed, crouching down to try and glimpse your eyes to emphasise his sincerity.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I'll make it clear to everyone that you're the only girl I want. Can you look at me?" he asked. You tilted your head upward slightly. You completely melted when you met his gaze, letting out a shaky sigh.

"I'm sorry, too, Siri." you confessed, twiddling your fingers. His larger hands enveloped yours as he shook his head lightly, confused.

"You have nothing to be sorry for, darling."

"No, no, I do. I'm sorry for not telling you what was wrong - that was cruel, keeping you in the dark was cruel." you mumbled, cursing yourself for not having brought up your worries earlier. "I just didn't want to restrict you. You're Sirius Black. You're disarmingly charming. It's who you are. I can't blame you for the attention you get, none of the compliments you get are wrong." you almost whispered. "You are all the incredible things those girls say you are. Why shouldn't anyone else tell you that?"

"Because the only person whose comments matter to me are yours." Sirius told you.

"Y/N, all I want is for you to be happy. And I want to be the one who makes you happy. But I'm a fool, Y/N. I've never done this before." he said, standing up to sit down next to you on your bed.

"I mean, it's not like you haven't been a good example. Even though you're gorgeous and could have anyone in the school that you wanted, you're so loyal and turn them all away. And truth is, I don't understand why half the time. That someone as amazing as you could love me."

That someone as amazing as you could love him.

Your heart swelled and broke all at the same time. He never thought he was deserving of love - he was scared of yours, for a time. But now he had it, he wouldn't let you go. Not for all the compliments in the world.

You leaned in, brushing a feather-light kiss to his lips, which he returned. His fingers combed through your hair as you kissed - softly, gently. Appreciating every second of each other's existence.

You parted from the kiss, both of you smiling, finally happy to have that all resolved. You would tell him when things were wrong, and he would make it clear to everyone that you were each other's without question.

"So, you like my compliments, huh?" You asked after a few moments, bringing your hand to tuck loose strands of dark hair from his eyes.

"Only yours." he whispered flirtatiously, brushing his nose with yours.

"Only mine?" you teased, pondering with a smile. "So when I say that you're so incredibly handsome..." you trailed off, leaning back onto your pillows and bringing him with you. "And unfathomably smart..." you said, loosening his tie as he looked down at you in lust. "the best beater Gryffindor has ever seen..." you smiled as a proud smirk appeared on his lips. "and an absolute and undeniable sex god-"

You couldn't even finish your sentence, as Sirius attacked you in a flurry of kisses all over your face. You giggled hysterically, trying to pry him off you, but he didn't relent, pinning you to your bed with his lips.

"Sirius, stop it!"

"Magic word?" he mumbled into your neck, before pulling back and looking into your eyes. You smiled as you reached up, raking your fingers through his hair and leaning up to capture his lips in a kiss again.

"I love you." you whispered. He smirked.

"Not as much as I love you."

"Impossible."

"Oh yeah? You wanna see how much?" He probed, and you laughed, knowing he was about to resume his kissing attack.

only yours

imagine: you and sirius' relationship tenses up for the first time.

content: sirius black x fem gryffindor reader (in a new relationship), insecurity, swearing, miscommunication, both the reader and sirius being somewhat in the wrong, a bit of angst w/fluffy ending

a/n: this is inspired by this post by @velvetcloxds - for sure check out monique's dialogues if you haven't already, i LOVE them!!

Sirius Black was a flirt.

You knew it when you met him, you knew it when you befriended him, you knew it when you fell for him.

It was part of his charm - his alluring advances and remarks were what attracted you to him in the first place, besides his handsome looks, that perfect body, those stormy eyes...

Regardless, you were aware that your new boyfriend had flirtatious tendences, and an extreme lack of experience in relationships, barr a stint with Mary Macdonald in 4th year, which the both of them confirmed didn't count.

Sirius was used to having girls come up to him - everyone was, including you.

At first, you didn't really mind. You had both kept your relationship a secret for a while, so you understood why he'd let it happen - he needed to maintain the front until the both of you were ready to tell everyone. You had the confidence, along with a lack of fucks to give, to ignore the futile advances towards your boyfriend, meeting them all with a sweet smile.

But after a while, as your relationship became public knowledge, the flirting never stopped. It was never him pursuing or encouraging it - Godric, you wouldn't have put up with that. But he never really ever shut down the attention fast enough, in your eyes.

You thought maybe it was a ruse to get you jealous, which he could turn into some romantic scenario to get you into his bed. And it worked, too, a few times.

And it was the same vice versa - it's not like you hadn't had your fair share of guys in your pursuit, too. Only difference was, you dismissed them as soon as the opportunity arose.

"Hey, L/N-"

"Not today, Goldstein."

You were starting to get agitated. With the increase in gossip about you, Sirius Black's newest 'thing', from the bitchier voices of your year and below, it got to you. It was all bound to. And though he'd probably never heard the bitchy discourse about you, it seemed like he didn't care.

You never dealt well with confrontation - you usually never had a reason to be mad at anyone. And if you did, you always assumed that it was your fault and it was the consequence of something you had done, when that was hardly ever the case.

So you never said anything, hoping that your unreasonable feelings of inadequacy would dissapate, or hoping Sirius would realise what he was doing and stop.

But he didn't.

You never knew how to react - the only natural response was that you got quiet for a little while, barely speaking to anyone after it had happened again.

You might subtly try to shrug his arm off you, or decidedly not laugh at his jokes. He'd get pissed, and confused, and sad at your sudden change in demeanor without any apparent reason.

"What's up with you?" He asked you quietly as you all sat in the common room, your other friends awkwardly evading their attention from the scene.

"Nothing, just leave it, Siri." you mumbled, using his nickname to try and alleviate the tension.

"Can't you just tell me?" he asked, desperation behind his tone rather than the previous anger and frustration.

"Please, just... I'm fine, just drop it."

And you both did drop it.

Because neither of you ever wanted to argue with the other - you flirtatiously bickered as friends, and still did so now you were together, but a real fight? That's something that had never posed a real problem in your relationship before. And it was a scary thought for the both of you.

"There you are." he grinned as you walked over, sitting on the space he'd saved for you on the dining table bench. You smiled beamingly at him, blushing slightly as he wrapped his arm around you and kissed your cheek. "You look so fucking beautiful right now." He mumbled into your ear, and you blushed, biting the inside of your lower lip to suppress your flattered giggle.

It was the day after a Gryffindor match, which they had won - obviously. And the two of you couldn't keep your hands off each other at the afterparty. It was the perfect night - the best party you'd been to in ages.

All because of him, and his voice, and his hands... And his tongue.

He kept his arm around you for the entirety of breakfast, teasingly caressing spots on your abdomen that he'd marked with love bites the night before. Your lips met in a secret kiss when nobody was looking, and you could tell by every touch, every moment, that he loved you...

That was until some ravenclaw girl trapsed by giving you a death glare. You returned it with an increduous smirk of your own, wondering why these girls made your relationship any of their business.

"Hey, Sirius." She drawled from across the table. The rest of your friends' attention was also pulled towards the encounter, what with James sharing an apologetic glance with you and Marlene clicking her fisted knuckles under the table.

"What's up?" Sirius responded, sipping from his cup, his other arm still around you.

She giggled, tossing her hair behind her shoulder. "Great game last night. You were undoubtedly the star player." she complimented, and he arched an eyebrow, knowing his quidditch captain best mate could hear everything.

"Cheers, love." your boyfriend nodded at her, an unnoticeable smirk on his face as he looked at James teasingly.

James hadn't taken any notice of what the girl had said though - none of your friends had. Their concerns were with you, and the fact that the smile that they'd seen plastered on your face for 24 hours straight, had faded the minute Sirius acknowledged the ravenclaw's existence.

Breakfast continued, but you didn't want to be there anymore. That perfect night, ruined by stupid remarks. You swiftly picked up your books, stuffing them in your bag, before wriggling out of Sirius' hold. You left your breakfast half-finished as you stood up without explaination.

You didn't care if it looked dramatic - this had happened one too many times.

Remus immediately knew what was wrong - they all did, except the oblivious Sirius Black. His gaze followed you longingly, confused. "Where are you going, Y/N/N?" he called after you.

You mumbled something about being late to first period.

"But potions is in half an hour? And the classrom's right the- Nevermind, she's gone now." Sirius sighed, turning back to his mates, who met his eyes with glares of their own.

"What?" he asked, chuckling slightly. He'd sort of had enough of your random outbursts of coldness, too - fed up with your lack of explanation for suddenly not wanting to be near him.

"Can't you see that it bothers her?" Remus asked, genuinely concerned about his best friend's power of discernment.

"What does?"

"Cheers, love." Peter chimed in, mimicking Sirius' prior remark, earning him a glare from the grey eyed gryffindor.

Remus added, "Y/N's your girlfriend, mate. She's bound to be pissed if you keep entertaining other girls like that."

Sirius moved his gaze towards you again, watching as Marcus Goldstein approached you yet again from the Hufflepuff table. But this time, you let him flirt with you, spitefully wanting Sirius to have a taste of his own medicine.

You giggled at Marcus's compliments - not encouraging him, but not shutting him down either. You felt guilty for a moment, but when you noticed Sirius' frown from across the room, you knew your mission had been successful.

Sirius was silently cursing himself, realising that he'd never been genuinely affected by others' attention on you, because you ignored their advances immediately, never giving anyone but your boyfriend a second glance. And now that you were letting someone else compliment and flirt with you, he felt awful. Not just out of the jealousy, and the regret for not having realised his hurtful habits sooner, but for making you feel the horrible way he was feeling right now.

All he wanted was to walk up to the pair of you, wrap his arm around your waist and tell Goldstein to shove off, but he couldn't. Hypocrisy wouldn't have made the situation any better.

"I'm such a fucking asshole." Sirius muttered, putting his head in his hands, and wondering how he could be so dense.

"Yeah, you are." Remus rolled his eyes, returning to his Daily Prophet.

"Now go get her and sort it out - she's too shy to say anything, you know her. She'll probably think it's all her fault." James added, nodding in the direction of the door of the Great Hall, out of which you had just left.

He got up, trying and failing to ignore Marcus' pompous sneering at him from the Hufflepuff table. Sirius searched for you for a while, but after realising you probably didn't want to be found, he resolved to find you later when you'd certainly be in your dorm. He'd give you some time.

You were in your dorm room, deciding to skip dinner so you could work on an overdue potions essay and pretend your boyfriend didn't exist for the evening. You heard the door creak open, in stepping the lovely Lily Evans, who greeted you with a warm smile.

"Hi, Y/N/N. What're you up to?" she asked, plopping herself down on your bed next to you. You sighed, tapping your quill against the parchment with two words on it - Sirius Black.

You had tried and failed for the last hour to block him out of your thoughts - give yourself some peace, but you couldn't. You wished that you didn't overreact earlier.

And so you told Lily, who petted your hair as you leant on her lap, explaining your boy troubles to her. She sighed too.

"I get it, Y/N. James was the same. But what got him out of the habit was me actually talking to him about it." she offered gently. "Sirius loves you - no matter how dense he can be to his own actions sometimes, he wouldn't ever want to hurt you."

"Maybe you're right." you mumbled. You hated confrontation, but you hated being on the outs with Sirius more. You bit your thumb nail slightly as you pondered whether to take a visit to the marauders' room after dinner.

However, it seemed that trip would be unneccessary, as you and Lily heard a few gentle taps on the door.

"Y/N? You in there?"

You sat up, your heart beginning to race. Lily smiled, squeezing your shoulder encouragingly as the door creaked open. Sirius looked at you desperately, and you blushed under his gaze, turning your eyes to the floor.

"I'll leave you two to talk." Lily declared, offering Sirius an encouraging nod, before leaning in to whisper in your ear. "I'll be in the Great Hall if you need me." she said. You nodded, and she walked out of the room, patting Sirius' chest as she did so.

A few moments of awkward silence passed as you evaded his gaze, fiddling with the blanket thrown across your bed that you were perched on.

"Y/N, I... I'm a fucking idiot." He stated, taking a few cautious steps closer. "Seriously, I... I feel so stupid. I should've been more considerate of your feelings whenever some girl would come up and talk to me. I should've ignored them all - they don't mean anything to me. But you do."

He approached you as you were perched on your bed, still avoiding his gaze. He sighed, crouching down to try and glimpse your eyes to emphasise his sincerity.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I'll make it clear to everyone that you're the only girl I want. Can you look at me?" he asked. You tilted your head upward slightly. You completely melted when you met his gaze, letting out a shaky sigh.

"I'm sorry, too, Siri." you confessed, twiddling your fingers. His larger hands enveloped yours as he shook his head lightly, confused.

"You have nothing to be sorry for, darling."

"No, no, I do. I'm sorry for not telling you what was wrong - that was cruel, keeping you in the dark was cruel." you mumbled, cursing yourself for not having brought up your worries earlier. "I just didn't want to restrict you. You're Sirius Black. You're disarmingly charming. It's who you are. I can't blame you for the attention you get, none of the compliments you get are wrong." you almost whispered. "You are all the incredible things those girls say you are. Why shouldn't anyone else tell you that?"

"Because the only person whose comments matter to me are yours." Sirius told you.

"Y/N, all I want is for you to be happy. And I want to be the one who makes you happy. But I'm a fool, Y/N. I've never done this before." he said, standing up to sit down next to you on your bed.

"I mean, it's not like you haven't been a good example. Even though you're gorgeous and could have anyone in the school that you wanted, you're so loyal and turn them all away. And truth is, I don't understand why half the time. That someone as amazing as you could love me."

That someone as amazing as you could love him.

Your heart swelled and broke all at the same time. He never thought he was deserving of love - he was scared of yours, for a time. But now he had it, he wouldn't let you go. Not for all the compliments in the world.

You leaned in, brushing a feather-light kiss to his lips, which he returned. His fingers combed through your hair as you kissed - softly, gently. Appreciating every second of each other's existence.

You parted from the kiss, both of you smiling, finally happy to have that all resolved. You would tell him when things were wrong, and he would make it clear to everyone that you were each other's without question.

"So, you like my compliments, huh?" You asked after a few moments, bringing your hand to tuck loose strands of dark hair from his eyes.

"Only yours." he whispered flirtatiously, brushing his nose with yours.

"Only mine?" you teased, pondering with a smile. "So when I say that you're so incredibly handsome..." you trailed off, leaning back onto your pillows and bringing him with you. "And unfathomably smart..." you said, loosening his tie as he looked down at you in lust. "the best beater Gryffindor has ever seen..." you smiled as a proud smirk appeared on his lips. "and an absolute and undeniable sex god-"

You couldn't even finish your sentence, as Sirius attacked you in a flurry of kisses all over your face. You giggled hysterically, trying to pry him off you, but he didn't relent, pinning you to your bed with his lips.

"Sirius, stop it!"

"Magic word?" he mumbled into your neck, before pulling back and looking into your eyes. You smiled as you reached up, raking your fingers through his hair and leaning up to capture his lips in a kiss again.

"I love you." you whispered. He smirked.

"Not as much as I love you."

"Impossible."

"Oh yeah? You wanna see how much?" He probed, and you laughed, knowing he was about to resume his kissing attack.

Where there is peace there is love; h.p.

Pairing: harry potter x fem!Ravenclaw!reader Timeline: The whole Golden Trio Era / DH1 Warning(s): contains mostly of memories, underage smoking, mentions of sweaty hands, Word Count: 4.5k

A/N: Oliver Wood was originally four years ahead of Harry's batch but let's pretend he's only two years ahead for the sake of the story. Also, unlike my other works, I based this story more on the movies to make things easier.

The boy who lived. The boy who was left with nothing but responsibilities and lives sitting on his shoulder. He seeks comfort, he seeks peace. But how long will it take for the boy to finally realize she was already in front of him?

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Run, hide, run.

Harry Potter could not remember the last time he took a proper walk. All their five months spent on the hunt move past him in a blur like a car driving on a highway. Things are overwhelming Harry. Running has now been their only defence and hiding is the only card they have for an attack. It makes him wonder, what would she do if she had been in his shoes. Would she turn back, face the enemies and send them hexes as an attack? Or would she be hiding and running just like him? But Harry can only guess at the moment.

If only she was here.

Five months and all they get was one out of six Horcruxes. Two were already destroyed. One being the diary of Tom Riddle which Harry himself destroyed and the other was the heirloom ring which was destroyed by Dumbledore. That leaves them to three more Horcruxes that no one in the group has any knowledge about. Harry wonders, if they have her on the hunt, would they be able to find the other Horcruxes in no time? Would they last this long?

If only she was here.

His stomach rumbles but the boy could not bring himself to fix a solution for it. Hunger has been part of their group ever since they reached their second month on the hunt. Their food supply running low and so does their sanity. His mind trailing again with all the questions of ifs. If Harry has her beside him, would he be conscious in his environment enough to not feel that he's hungry, tired and in pain?

If only she was here.

They say a chair could not be able to stand without its four legs. But three legs still work with proper angling and balancing. Now, a chair with only two legs, that's the fall we were talking about. With Ron gone, the chair with three legs could not function. It wasn't only because of the works of the dark magic living inside the damned locket but, they were out here for far too long. Patience has worn thin, there is depression in the air they breathe and they're just so tired. So tired that even if their friendship is being on the line they just couldn't put themselves to care anymore. He wonders, would their friendship be this broken had it been her being here?

If only she was here.

The Golden Boy is still sitting on the ground, his back leaning on a gruesome tree, his sight attached to the one he was holding: his broken wand.

Today was Christmas day and today for the first time since he knew his wizard side, he's seen his parents, only they were under the ground, fast asleep and will never wake up. This day should be memorable, and it is. But the day was only memorable because of the scenes that unfolded. He and Hermione were attacked by Voldemort's humongous snake and his wand breaking.

His wand was the very first possession of his that he got. It's not something passed by Dudley. It is entirely his. He remembers Ollivander and the way he brightened up from seeing the young harry. He never had anyone who looks at him that way. So he again wonders, would his wand be broken if only she was here?

If only Y/N was here.

His train of thoughts continued its journey from the very first time he met the girl. He remembers their first act of rebellion in school and finding out about the Philosopher Stone. He was in a place he's least excited to go about: the library.

"Hermione, we've already looked a hundred times!" Ron complains.

"Then keep looking until a thousand times! There is a Nicholas Flamel somewhere here. There has to be."

"Nicholas Flamel? The Alchemist?"

The three kids turn their heads to the voice. A girl their age was peeking through a gap on the opposite side of the shelf their hovering on.

The library was packed with students from different Houses, all are making up from their holiday break yet the aisle they were in was surprisingly deserted.

"You say he's an alchemist?" Hermione asked once they all settled at a table nearby. "How did you know that?"

Harry seated beside the girl, opposite them were Hermione and Ron. He watches her as she pushes her spectacle further on the bridge of her nose with her index finger. Sporting her golden framed eyeglasses with a Ravenclaw jumper—perfect for the cold weather Scotland always offers them.

"I'm a member of the Potions Club. Alchemy and Potions are siblings and since Mr Flamel has a big name in Alchemy, we know about his legendary works too."

"So who is he?"

"To start off, he's immortal. He just celebrated his 665th birthday last year." She paused to look at the appalled Gryffindors staring at her. Harry could not believe anyone living past 100. Life was devastating already in his 11 years, what could possibly be 665 years can offer him even. "He's well-known because of this thing he invented. Ever heard of the Philosopher Stone?"

"Well, of course, he's immortal!" Hermione commented mainly to herself. "He made that stone?"

"What's the Philosopher Stone?" Ron asked with Harry nodding his head to second his question.

"Mr Flamel-"

"Honestly, don't you two read? The Philosopher's Stone is a legendary substance with astonishing powers. It'll transform any metal into pure gold and produces the Elixir of Life which will make the drinker immortal!"

"And the only Stone currently in existence belongs to Mr Nicholas Flamel, yes."

"Oh Merlin, well, we have to go now."

And before Harry can decipher what's going on, his arm together with Ron's was being dragged away from their position, sprinting off. Peering over his shoulder Harry could only feel pity, the girl looks lonely. They didn't even say thanks.

"That's what Fluffy's guarding. That's what's under the trap door. The Philosopher's Stone!"

The second time he's seen the girl was at the Hospital Wing. They were called by Professor McGonagall to inform them of Hermione's situation. Beside Hermione's petrified body was a girl familiar to Harry. Frozen as ice with eyes and mouth wide open in mid-scream.

"Isn't she . . ." Ron's voice lacing with wonder. Harry completely knowing what's concerning his best friend. The three of them have a few classes with her but have never been able to talk to since the Philosopher Stone moment.

"Yeah, that's her."

After a month passing, Harry and Ron successfully solved the Heir of Slytherin mystery. Hermione finally shows up at the Great Hall unpetrified and well.

"Welcome back, Hermione."

"It's good to be back. Congratulations. I can't believe you solved it!"

"We had loads of help from you. We couldn't have done it without you."

"Actually, it wasn't just me," she diverted her bright gaze from them towards the Ravenclaw table.

Their usually mesmerizing night sky was decorated with a bit more extra stars and colourful aurora above them, giving the students a more blissful and warmer feeling. There's a small excited mob just across from them. The girl was in the centre of that small crowd with a beaming expression, mirroring the sky above them. All her housemates were giving her cheers. Harry suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to join that crowd.

"Could I have your attention, please?"

The commotion was broken by the Professors at the front. Sitting in their respective seats, Hermione explained to them moments before she was petrified.

"I found her in the library and turns out she was solving the mystery about the Heir of Slytherin as well! So, we tried to solve it together-"

"You worked with her? That's new."

"-and came out with the pipes. That's where we found out about the basilisk. That's why we're both petrified together."

In their third year, Hermione has been going on their classes pretty late. Ron has suspected it weirdly unlike her.

"Hang on. That's not possible. Ancient Runes is in the same time as Divination. You have to be in two classes at once!"

"Don't be silly. How could we be in two classes at once?"

"We? Who are you on about?"

"No one. Honestly, Ron, if you ask me, Divination's a woolly discipline . . ."

Time travelling has never crossed Harry's mind that he would've had the pleasure to experience in his life. It was by far the highlight of his third year.

So as Harry was hiding behind a wall with Hermione (to hide from their own past-self) seeing the all-too-familiar girl hiding in a vicinity near them caught his attention. He remembers at this very moment from their past-present, he's seen her studying in the library when they returned a book after their Divination class.

"Hermione, are you sure you're the only one time travelling?" he whispers, afraid to catch any attention from other students around.

The girl beside him looking flushed. "Of course! I don't know why you'd ask such a thing."

Harry let it go and continue to watch Y/N hide from other people—or rather from herself. From then on, the bespectacled boy was engrossed with the girl.

"Harry, dinner's ready."

They ate in silence. It has been days since Ron left the two of them and the table has never been lonelier since. Harry silently wonders if things would've been the same if Ron was here. Would his wand be broken or would they be this deafening silent?

Harry glances at Hermione who is deep in thought as well, her piece of meat left untouched. "How did you know you're in love with Ron?"

The girl did not even blink. They'd never been open about their romantic life, even much more about Hermione and Ron's situation. Harry knows it from the very first start, he's always been the third wheel with the two. "The moment I swore to do everything to have him back."

He blinks insanity away from his eyes. For the first time in a while since their hunt, Harry had never felt more awake. If Y/N was there with him, he would do anything just to put her to safety. And if Y/N left them and lost her way back just like his best friend Ron, he would do everything to have her back.

"Go to sleep, Harry. I'll do first watch."

But Harry could not sleep. The day has exhausted him per se. He was drained mentally from all the moving they did, he's seen his parents grave and their destroyed house in Godric's Hollow, they were chased and attacked by their enemy's pet and they have to run away again.

It all just felt like an earthshaking slap. He wanted to cry, but all his tears had run dry from all the running they did. He wanted to scream, but he's too worn out, and he shouldn't. He wanted to be angry, but it wouldn't be worth it knowing his family is already gone. Without these special people in his life, Harry felt already dead. They're all just too much.

He tried sleeping, but he couldn't. The world around him is spinning, spiralling around him, mocking him how much they like to play his life. Despite the activities of the day, his mind is still succeeding in reaching his happy place. His mind is always incessant with thoughts of Y/N.

For their five months, it is not impossible to get under each other's skins. They've been living in depressing woods to another, surrounded by bloodlust death eaters and the desire of wanting to go home increases as every day passes. Only happy thoughts make them sane. And for Harry, his happy thought is Y/N.

The fourth year was the most memorable for the boy. Not because he was one of the champions for the Triwizard Tournament—he dreaded that part really. But because of what occurred in his and Y/N's relationship.

It was the second task and Harry was in the library failing in finding any spells about being able to breathe underwater. His friends abandoned him and he barely has 5 hours before the task begun.

"Shouldn't you be preparing for your task?"

"I am," he replies without realizing who was he talking with. His nose was buried in a book, a sight he never imagined himself to be in.

"Do you need help?"

Exasperated, Harry gives in. When he looked up, he then notices that it was the girl he took interest in. He suddenly felt an urge to spill her of his situation. So he did. He did and she listened. She joins her in sitting beside him and with no judgement she just listened.

" . . . bloody impossible if you'd ask me."

"I might know something . . . "

Before Harry can comprehend what they're doing, he found themselves sneaking into the Potions classroom.

"What are you doing? Snape's going to kill me," he said with a hushed voice.

Y/N did not respond but instead took a jar from the shelf, examining it first before giving it to the boy.

"Would you rather die in the hands of your Potions Professor or from a very dangerous wizarding game?"

He was left with no choice. Of course, he'd rather die from a dangerous wizarding game. It sounds cooler and heroic than being a victim of his crackpot of a professor. So he let her explain what the object is about and took the Gillyweed. They both sneaked out of the room unnoticed before agreeing to separate their ways.

"Oh, and by the way, I don't think your eyes glisten with the ghost of your past," Y/N teased before strutting away as Harry's eyes widen with embarrassment.

The next day he looked for Y/N to the place he always sees her.

"Thought I'd see you here."

"Congratulations," the girl announced without tearing her sight out of the pages.

"Couldn't have done it without your help, of course." He flashed a smile to show his gratitude even though she wasn't looking, a habit he picked up from having a bookworm of a best friend. He takes a seat opposite the girl. "You owe me. Say, could I ask another favour? This will be the last, I swear to Godric."

From the book she was reading, Y/N couldn't help but glance at the boy with a funny look.

"Please, there's just this girl I really like. Cho Chang, you know her, right? She's your seeker-"

"If you want me to ask her out on behalf of you, then I'm sorry in advance, Potter."

"I-I just, I'm just scared."

The book was now completely abandoned. "You? The Boy Who Lived? A Gryffindor? Scared?"

"Please, I'll do you a favour back as well . . . or two."

"Anything?"

"Just don't make a fool of me please, I've had too much of that already."

Harry stares at her with complete inquisitive interest. Sure, it was thick of him to ask another favour when he just declared that he owed her one. But he couldn't help himself from hopping into the opportunity right in front of him.

"Well, there's this boy I really like . . . Oliver Wood, I believe he's your Captain at Quidditch?"

"Seems fair enough."

Ever since the first task, Harry did his best to survive. Take winning off the list, he barely got out of the tasks without the help of his friends much more so than winning. So with this new task, Harry brought in with him, he did what he had to do to survive the humiliation of not having a date in the Yule Ball.

"How did it go?" With full of hope, he asked the girl the next day he met with her in the library. But Y/N's silence and distant look are enough of an answer for him. "She already has a date, huh?"

"Sorry . . . What about . . ?"

"Sorry."

So they ended up being each other's date instead.

Harry's lips broke into a smile from the memory. Their whole Christmas Eve was spent with them getting to know each other and exchanging stories about their huge crushes. Y/N has had her undying love for the Gryffindor Beater and Captain ever since she was in her first year, ever since she first laid her eyes on him in their Flying Lesson.

The Golden Boy did enjoy the Yule Ball all because of his great company. The three of them have never really spoken to other Houses especially the Ravenclaws as they give a very intimidating spirit from afar.

Now he was glad to get to know one and have one he can call his friend.

In their fifth year, despite the world turning against Harry, he managed to win himself a girlfriend. He finally got the balls to ask out Cho Chang, of course with the help of Y/N. Speaking of his friend, Harry saw her with Oliver Wood snogging just outside the shower room of the Quidditch Pitch. He was happy with his friend finally dating the love of her life.

Y/N was part of the DA along with her boyfriend, Oliver, but due to his ranking at school, him being the Captain of Gryffindor Quidditch Team and the Headboy of their House, their DA visits were very much limited. He wanted to have a perfect way to end his Hogwarts year with no trouble on all his records.

So when the incident at the Department of Mysteries took place, Harry wasted no time running to the new person he sought comfort from. The boy finds another serenity, he finds peace with her very presence.

Instead of the library, Y/N brought the boy to the Astronomy Tower. An area near her territory, an area where no one would judge him. Harry didn't have to tell her what happened as the whole school already knew. They just stayed silent and Y/N patiently waited.

A cigar was suddenly being lit up, a fact about Y/N that Harry didn't know. He hated the deadly object. He's inhaled a lot back at the Dursleys, both his aunt and uncle are intoxicated from the said toxin. They remained silent as Y/N offered her cigar to Harry. He almost contemplated on receiving but the boy was just too tired to reject the offer.

The Ravenclaw giggled when Harry came to a coughing fit. "That's enough for you, mister."

Then Harry cried. He cried and he cried. Until he finds himself in the embrace of his new serenity. The only intoxication that he'll let himself get devoured.

"Everything will work out eventually, Harry. You'll get through this."

She didn't say he'll be okay, she knows how much Harry hates hearing it to other people. But deep inside, Harry already knows that Y/N believes in him. She knows that if a thing may not be okay, he will find a way to work things out.

"How is Wood treating you?" He asked, still enveloped in her arms.

"He broke up with me, Harry."

Breaking the hug, he looked her in the eyes. "What?!"

"He will be out there, in the world. I still have another two years stuck in this hell hole we call school."

"I never imagined he could do something like this heartbreaking."

"It's alright, Potter. We'll find our way back together anyway if we're meant to be."

In the sixth year, Y/N was confused about how Harry topped her in Potions. Harry Potter was a highly unusual boy in many ways. He's known for his love for Defence Against the Dark Arts and his abhorrence in Potions.

Meanwhile, Y/N was the Potions Master in their group of friends. She's been a member of the Potions Club ever since her first year. The Ravenclaw knows in a heartbeat that Harry is up to something, so, inviting him into the library for a study session and grabbing all opportunities she can grab to get him as her partner in all potions activities is something she took advantage of.

Harry felt cold. He wonders if Y/N was only here, would she have embraced him into a warm hug?

The boy disentangled himself from the sheets that helped nothing and went outside his bunk. He found Hermione sitting on the ground just outside the tent, the necklace tightly held in her hand.

He went to sit beside her and unwrapped Hermione's fingers from around the necklace. Harry felt his heart sink as if it hadn't been sunk to its lowest already. Unsure whether the feeling came from the presence of the Horcrux or the sight of his best friend.

The once called the Brightest Witch looks like the Darkling of her Age. She looks miserable and crying has never been a good image of Hermione. She always plasters the look of courage, the look of confidence, the look of a true Gryffindor. Now it's gone and Harry blames himself every day since that day he argued with Ron.

"Merry Christmas, Hermione."

Harry wiped off the tear that has fallen on her cheek. She finally cast a glance at the boy and gave the most melancholic smile she could utter. "Merry Christmas, Harry. Merry Christmas, Ronald."

The boy was used to celebrating Christmas alone, or not celebrating at all. He couldn't imagine what Hermione must be feeling right now away from her parents on the day of the birth of love.

All they have is silence and it has never been this deafening. Even the crickets are absent that night. The night just felt so sullen, perfectly matching Harry's feelings.

"Is it Y/N?" Hermione broke the silence. The two girls kept their relationship after the Basilisk incident. They had been study partners and eventually friends, to say the least. "I saw you two at the wedding."

The wedding of Fleur and Bill at the Burrow is something even more memorable to Harry. Sure, the world was crumbling apart pieces by pieces at that moment, but Harry felt like the war was paused for a few minutes on his behalf. He wanted a break from all of it. He is not ready to face his battle just yet. He needed to experience just a small fragment of peace before the great battle.

Y/N wore a simple yet elegant dress. Her hair was bouncing together with the flow of her dress as she dances with her former boyfriend. Harry smiles at the sight of his great friend eventually finding her way back to her soulmate. The girl deserves it, she has been crushing over him ever since she stepped into the castle. It's a good thing Oliver finally made sense and didn't waste a person as precious as Y/N, Harry thinks.

The couple broke apart with a smile and he notices Y/N walking towards his table.

"Since when did you two get back together?"

"Oliver and I? No! That's scandalous," she giggled while reaching a glass of drink across Harry's face.

"What? I thought that you two are . . ."

Y/N flashed him a kind smile. "He's engaged, Har."

"Oh." His cheeks felt warm. Oliver left Hogwarts 2 years ago and he's gotten himself engaged already.

"Means, we're not meant to be huh." The girl declared, clicking her glass to Harry's.

The Golden Boy could not explain what he feels. Rejoiced? Satisfied? Relieved? For all he knows, this was Y/N his Ravenclaw friend. He helped connect her world to Oliver's. And yet, his chest feels warm.

"How did it feel? Being in his arms again."

"Surprisingly, I didn't feel anything! It's just like dancing with a friend. I wasn't too excited and . . . it felt normal."

He stares at the girl as her eyes twinkle on the newlywed dancing in the middle of the room. Harry stood up from the seat and reached for her hand. "May I have this dance?"

The boy received a smile with a pure adorned look in her eyes. His hand is now being enveloped. He brought her closer to him and swayed in sync.

Harry thought of the day McGonagall taught them proper dancing for a ball. He remembered having his hands all sweaty when entwined with a random partner on every practice. He would either accidentally step on his partner's foot or twirling them too fast. But when he came to dance with Y/N, things just went smoothly.

But on that wedding night, things aren't smooth. His hands are warning him that sweat is about to come out. His mind is distressed. He can hear his heartbeat beating too fast and suddenly his lower lip got interesting to bite.

"It was just like Yule Ball, huh?"

"Yeah," A twirl. "Gosh Harry, we had loads of fun then! I'm sorry you weren't able to go with your dream girl, Cho Chang."

"Eh, I get to date her the next year anyway."

"Touché."

The boy was reminding himself deep inside that this isn't his first time dancing with Y/N. It even came out smoothly the first time and was not as agitating as now. He wonders if she feels the same about him.

"Now, how does this feel?"

The whole wedding felt so far away from them. The room feels as if it had closed and the two of them were the only ones inside. They were so close, their chests are touching. Their stares grew more intimate and Harry wonders, if this will be the last peace he will be getting, why not savour every bit of it.

"My heartbeat's pounding so fast, my mind is racing, my legs are tingling—" but she was cut off with Harry kissing her at a lightning speed.

"Y/N."

"Harry."

They whispered as if the small bubble they created would've popped from a small amount of noise. The rush and delicacy from the kiss leaving Harry wanting more.

All this time, he was searching for a partner who will love and support him, a family that he will always have by his side, a peace that he can call whenever he needed a pause from the battles he calls his life. But he didn't know that he already has what he's been searching for.

"Y/N,"

But he was late. The pause button was pressed and was changed with play. Their bubble was popped from people pacing around the room with fear, apparating from the war that is coming on their way.

"Y/N!"

"Harry!"

But of course, everybody knows that sometimes, peace could also mean a calm before a storm comes. That was the last time the boy ever experienced peace.

His peace was taken, away from his sullen self, away from his miserable situation, away from danger. With his peace came his heart.

Not until tonight had he realized his feelings for Y/N. The only person that keeps him sane from this horrendous mission.

The boy felt Hermione's head on his shoulder. The night has turned even colder even with a friend beside him. Two lost hearts longing for their other half and Harry has never felt grimmer with this realization.

"You love Y/N."

And yes, he loves Y/N. He loves Y/N that he will do everything to have her back. So Harry sets his mind to win this war that a lack of love started. He knows that his life will remain warfare without Y/N. Because, where there is peace, there is love.

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A/N: Gosh, I've written this in forever, I think! But, part 2 in Y/N's POV?

tagging these amazing blogs: @harryjamespotterxreader @catching-the-train-to-hogwarts @harrypotterencyclopedia

Game On || Sirius Black

pairing: hogwarts!sirus black x fem!reader

warning: pg 13 rating, mature language

a/n: sorry this is so long, this was originally meant to be a multi-chapter fic at one point, so i might have missed a few instances where i refer to you as the oc’s name or she/her and the descriptions of the oc

Your body was tightly wedged between his and the towering wall of books. His hands firmly gripped at the swell of your lower buttocks, holding you up against the shelves as your legs tightened around his hips so you were able to feel the bulge barely concealed by his trousers pressing tantalizingly against your pelvis. You had your fingers tangled in the thick mass of obsidian locks as his teeth nibbled teasingly down your collarbone. Your head fell back against the books to allow him easier access to your flesh.

A bell rang off in the distance to signal the end of the class period. Students began flooding the corridors. Some would be making their way into the library for their free period; their time would either be spent studying or getting in a good snog behind the privacy of the far bookshelves where two Gryffindors were currently enjoying the lack of space between their heated bodies.

You groaned in disappointment. You would have to stop before some unsuspecting student turned down the aisle and caught you—or the librarian, Madam Pince. He ignored the bell and dipped his head lower to your heaving chest. His teeth worked on the top button of your blouse, a triumphant smirk the only celebration as he successfully popped it open before he eagerly attacked the newly revealed flesh with fervor.

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I Was Born To Love You ¬ Sirius B.

Plot - As a graduation present you bring your best friend (and long term crush) to his first Muggle rock concert.

Genre -☁️️ Fluff ☁️️

Notes/Warnings - Nothing except cheesiness and mentions smoking, drinking and alluding hooking up. This is the song that this is based around Queen - I Was Born To Love You

Word Count - 1.3k

Chills descended your spine as you took in the flashing lights of muggle London, particularly the glowing sign of the venue you were heading towards.

Queen; One Night Only. was plastered against a decaying black background making the words stand out more.

Excitement coursed through your veins as you approached the venue, not only at the idea of seeing your favourite band preform but mainly at who will be watching the show with you. Sirius Black.

You and Sirius were like two peas in a pod, one couldn't truly function without the other. Especially after Lily finally agreed to go out with James, you two were as thick as thieves. Everything was perfect in the land of Sirius and you except for the secret feelings you have been harbouring since 5th year but you could never risk the perfection over a silly matter of the heart.

Approaching the doors of the venue, you spot a familiar figure with a faint glow of a lit cigarette accentuating his features.

"Wow, who would have thought that you would have arrived before me?" You laughed as the Marauder looked up to see you.

Throwing his cigarette onto the ground and stepping it out with the toes of his matte black biker boots. "Thought I'd surprise you and muggle-watch, they are quite fascinating" said Sirius before wrapping his arms around you in a welcome hug, little did he know that the gesture made your heart soar.

Untangling yourselves, Sirius offers his arm before leading the both of you into the huge venue filled to the brim with edgy young adults.

The mixture of smoke, alcohol and hairspray engulfed your senses when you stepped into the main hall and with one quick glance around, you both knew that this was going to be a night you'd never forget.

As the show started, you felt Sirius' hand leave yours which caused you to remind yourself that he was just a friend and that's all he could be.

The atmosphere picked up almost as soon as the first note was played, then everything was a blur of music, alcohol and pure joy.

Song after song, you and Sirius jumped around to the music. Soaking it all in because with the upcoming war, neither of you knew when you could experience something like this again. It was these kinds of nights that would serve as reasons to fight against the wizards who wanted to eliminate any connections to muggles or the muggle-world.

The sound of soft drums filled your ears as the start of the next song began to play, I Was Born To Love You.

Whilst the slower song was a bit of a change, it was welcome as the crowd began harmoniously singing along, whilst some danced together.

Sirius turned to face you, looking into his deep stormy eyes, as he mouthed along to the lyrics.

So take a chance with me

Let me romance with you

I'm caught in a dream

And my dream's come true

So hard to believe

This is happening to me

An amazing feeling

Comin' through

Your heart could hardly handle it and you were sure that if it wasn't as dark as it was, everyone would see that you now resembled a tomato rather than a face.

Taking a beat after the final line, Sirius took a small staggered step towards you and placed his lips onto yours. The action took your breath away as you placed your hands on the small of his neck to kiss him deeper, you felt his arms wrap around your waist so you were both completely engulfed in one another.

As suddenly as it happened, the start of a new song ended it. You weren't sure who pulled away first but you remember the disappointment flooding your being, this was your dream come true but it ended.

Sirius let go of your waist and turned back towards the stage to let out a cheer of encouragement for the next song. Gathering your thoughts and feelings, you faced the stage once more attempting to get back into the moment but your mind was elsewhere.

For the remainder of the concert, Sirius stayed fixated on the band without paying you so much as a glance as far as you were aware. Y/N, however, well you were trying to push all of the negativity away from your brain and just enjoy the music as much as the pureblood boy clearly was.

As the final note signalled the end of the concert, you and Sirius were corralled into a sea of people trying to leave the venue. The chill of the midnight air hit you as a relief, not realising how warm it was during the show.

"That was bloody incredible!" The older boy exclaimed. "Honestly, I wish I grew up as a muggle because that would be my life".

You smiled and shook your head "You mean you want to be in the band or watching bands constantly?".

"Well either would suit me because let's be honest, I would bring the sex appeal to any band I was in" Ending the statement with his signature smirk which caused hundreds of witches and wizards to swoon.

Chuckling, you and him start walking back towards the wizarding world entrance portal. You realise midway through the journey, the fear of bringing the kiss up is heavy on your shoulders but your curiosity and heart needs an answer so you stop.

"Did you mean it?" You breathe out, stopping mid-walk causing Sirius to turn around in confusion. "The kiss and the lyrics. Did you mean it or were you just caught up in the atmosphere?".

Feeling his eyes stare into your being, you suddenly feel like a silly schoolgirl asking if her crush finds her pretty. Quickly you add "Because I can completely understand if you got caught up in the emotions of the crowd and the song but I wou-"

"Shut up"

Stopping your potential rant, you feel Sirius grab your hand before lifting your chin up so your eyes meet his adoring ones.

"I did it because I have been in love with you since we were idiotic 14 year olds. Always thought that the feelings would disappear as I grew up but now I am an idiotic 18 year old who is still madly in love with you and tonight felt like the right time to get over my fear admitting it because I realised, with everything that is going to happen in the next few years, I can't do any of it without letting you know how deeply I am in love with you." You feel your heart flutter with every word that falls out of his mouth.

"So yes, I meant every word of it and that kiss, that kiss was something that I have dreamed about for years. Which leaves the question, will you take a chance with me?" The black-haired boy asks with hopeful eyes.

"Well lucky for you, I was born to love you. So yes, I will take a million chances with you"

With those words of confirmation, Sirius pulls you in for a kiss that was more thrilling than a thousand concerts combined. Years of passion was released, all the unsaid 'I love yous' were now being communicated through the intimate action. Your soft lips melted together with his in a flood of emotion and love.

After pulling away from lack of air, a giddy smile gracing both faces of the young lovers.

"So my love, how about we go back to yours and you can tell me all about how much you love me." With a suggestive eyebrow wiggle, the ever-so arrogant loved up Black boy offers but how could you turn down the perfect ending to the perfect night?

from across the room

imagine: you're getting ready for the yule ball and sirius walks in, wishing that you weren't going with someone else.

content: sirius black x fem reader, swearing, kinda testosteroney jealousy ahsgshsh

a/n: the reader and sirius are close friends who are crushing on each other but they have different dates to the yule ball bc mutual pining is my drug ;) this is based on a booktok vid i saw ab this cliché, and also i hc goldstein to look like archie renaux because why not teehee

You scuffled around the room in your half-zipped up dress, frustratedly trying to locate the earrings you wanted to wear to the ball as the time rapidly ticked by.

"Where are they?" you muttered, stress straining your voice. All your other roomates had already left to meet their dates, and typical you were still only half-ready. And you knew yours, Marcus Goldstein, might be wondering where you were.

He'd asked you as soon as the ball was announced, swooping in before a considerably long line of people who wanted to ask you the same question.

Including Sirius Black, who was undoubtedly first in that line.

You, being completely oblivious to your prospects, said yes to Marcus, figuring nobody else would be interested.

"Hey, L/N!" he called as you stood in the hallway with the marauders, laughing about the ridiculously redundant poster on the wall advertising the ball that was mandatory to attend.

"Hi, Marcus." you gave him a friendly smile. The rest of the marauders rolled their eyes at him. "What's up?" you asked politely.

A smirk overtook his face that made Sirius want to barf, or tell him to fuck off, or punch him - whichever came first.

"You're gonna be my date to the ball." Marcus declared, giving a sharp affirmative nod.

"Um..." you pondered for a moment. It didn't sound like a question. "Okay?"

Your answer made each marauder quietly groan in despondence, wondering why you even wanted to endure an entire evening with him, of all people.

"Sweet. Catch you round." He winked, before turning on his heel, high-fiving a few baffled second years on his way down the corridor.

After a few moments of stunned silence, Sirius spoke up. "Why'd you say yes?" he asked, humour in his tone, but the hurt was not to be missed.

"Well," you shrugged, looking at your feet. "Nobody else is gonna ask me." you mumbled.

Sirius' heart slightly broke at that - before he could tell you that almost every person in the school wanted you on their arm, including him, Remus interjected.

"You call that asking?" He laughed. You nudged him, a weak grin on your face. You had felt immediate regret about saying yes, but you couldn't exactly revoke it now.

You tried to convince yourself it would be fun - I mean, he's definitely cute. Maybe a little dim... and not very funny... and at parties he always has too much pride to go and dance... But he asked me, so I have to go with him anyway.

Anyway, your nerves about being late were not helped by intrusive thoughts telling you your night would be indescribably boring with Marcus for a date. Though your makeup and hair was done, you still had yet to put your heels on and grab your bag, not to mention zipping up your dress and finding those damn earrings.

So when the door creaked open to reveal a certain grey-eyed gryffindor, you sighed in relief.

"Sirius..." you sighed, approaching him and spinning around so your back was facing him. "Could you zip me up? I'm so late."

You heard him chuckle behind you, amused by your stressed demeanor that he'd seldom seen before.

"Sirius, please!" you whined impatiently, pulling your hair round over one shoulder so he could see the back of your dress fully.

"Alright." He managed to say, distracted by the sight of your bare neck, shoulders, and back of the lacy bra you were wearing underneath the dress.

He smirked as you kept moving, still scanning the room for your earrings. "Y/N, hold still." He commanded, moving his hands to your hips, stilling you in place.

You froze instantly at his warm touch. Soon after, his fingers ghosted over your spine to the small of your back, which was as far up as you'd managed to get the zip on your own.

He began to pull it up, as slowly as he could prolong the moment for.

You could hardly think as you felt him breathing gently on the back of your neck, causing goosebumps to arise there that you prayed he couldn't see. He kept one hand firmly on your waist as he pulled the other upwards, watching the fabric finally cling to your body in all the right places.

"Thank you." you smiled, before resuming your flustered preparations.

"All done." he said by your ear, in a low and raspy voice.

You'd stayed put for a few moments more, your eyes even fluttering closed at the sound of his soft voice. But, you caught yourself, stepping away and turning around to face him again.

Not before long, you'd found the earrings and Sirius had found himself relaxing as he leaned on the wall, watching you with an amused smirk.

You sat down at your desk, fiddling with the backs of the dainty accessories.

Sirius was simply admiring you from across the room. He thought you looked stunning, all the efforts you'd put in during the last couple of weeks a thousand times worth it.

He was so frustrated that he didn't ask you first - next time, he knew he wouldn't be so apprehensive.

Because having you by his side would be nothing less than a privilege.

He wanted to be sure Marcus knew that, and treated you right for the night, but he knew nothing he could say would change how much of a douchebag Goldstein was.

You had noticed Sirius' observing you, doing several takes before fixing your eyes on his.

"What?" you asked in a small voice, a smile playing on your lips.

He chuckled, trying to supress it with his tongue in his cheek.

"Nothing." he smirked.

You subtly arched your eyebrow at him suspiciously, before standing up from your perch.

"Why are you still here, shouldn't you be with Emmeline right about now?" you asked, trying not to sound bitter at the mention of his date.

You had assumed that he had asked her, and that she was his plan all along. How wrong you were - she had asked him, and because his dream date already had one of her own, he accepted.

"Well..." he grinned, slipping a hand into his jacket pocket. Out of it, he pulled a long black tie, giving you a helpless look.

You neglected to stifle your laughter. "Don't tell me that the infamous pureblood heir, Sirius Black, can't tie a tie?" You giggled, walking closer to him and slipping the tie from between his fingers into yours.

"Not something I ever got the hang of." he shrugged as you turned up his collar. You tried not to squeal at the feeling of his hands on your waist again as you slipped the fabric around his neck, ignoring the close proximity of your faces.

"So, who does your school tie then?" you asked, for want of anything to say.

He snapped out of his trance when you asked him another question.

"Usually one of the guys, but I leave it in the knot so I don't have to ask them to do it every morning..." he trailed off, drinking you in.

Every little thing about you consumed his mind - your perfume, your eyes which followed your gentle hand movements intently, your rouged lips that were slightly parted in concentration.

"How come you didn't ask Emmeline to help you out?" you asked quietly.

He shrugged, feeling a lie coming. "Wanna impress her, don't I?" he said, noting your now slightly furrowed brow. "Can't have her thinking I'm incapable of doing something as simple as doing a tie."

"But... you are incapable." you joked, squinting at him confusedly as you turned his collar down over the now perfectly knotted tie.

"Goldstein's downstairs. Saw him waiting." Sirius mentioned as the two of you just stood there, close as ever. "You excited?" he asked, rubbing soft patterns on your hips through the fabric of your dress.

"She doesn't need to know that." he smirked. His reasoning was completely false - he just wanted a moment with you, alone, before he lost you to a night with that Hufflepuff he hated so much.

Why him?

His thoughts screamed at him in his head. Give me just one sign you don't want to go with him, and I'll ditch Emmeline in a heartbeat if you want me to.

But unfortunately, you merely nodded as you smoothed down the lapels of his suit jacket.

"Mhm." you hummed, not being able to meet his gaze. "I should probably, um... go down to meet him." you stuttered.

It suddenly really hurt that the gorgeous man in front of you was somebody else's for the evening.

"I mean, your tie is fixed now, and you look, um..." You struggled to find your words. "You look good." you said quickly, cringing at yourself.

But Sirius found it utterly endearing. It was adorable, how you couldn't compliment him without blushing yourself. Simply for his own amusement, he teased you.

"Yeah?" he asked softly, a smirk on his lips and in his voice as he tilted your chin up to look at him.

"And do you?"

"Well, I mean, Em- Emmeline will like that, so." you justified, your eyes still anywhere but on his. "B-because your tie is done, and-" you tried to explian yourself. "And she'll be impressed, like you wanted... She'll think you look handsome." you told him.

"Do I what?"

"Think I look handsome?" He smirked, looking you up and down and flustering you even more.

"Well, I mean... Um..."

You didn't have time to answer his question, because the door flew open. You practically leaped away from Sirius' arms, before nonchalantly walking across the room to greet your date.

"Hey, L/N." Marcus forced an impatient smile. Sirius rolled his eyes at the fact that he thought he was cool by only ever using your last name.

"Marcus! I'm sorry I'm running late, I was just about to come downstairs." you said, grabbing your bag and flashing him a smile to try and distract him from the other boy in the room.

Your efforts obviously failed - Sirius wanted his presence known. He cleared his throat, standing up tall and offering a sarcastic smile to Goldstein.

"Black." the Hufflepuff greeted him with a glare, suspicion in his voice. "What's he doing here?" Marcus then asked you directly.

The use of third person right in front of him made Sirius' blood boil.

"Oh, Siri was just, um..." you trailed off, biting your lip and looking up at your raven haired friend for help.

"Leaving." he spoke. "I was just leaving."

When Sirius moved right between you and Goldstein to get out of the door, you smiled amusedly. He gave you a quick kiss on the cheek, whispering in your ear so Goldstein couldn't hear.

"Save me a dance, beautiful."

You looked sullen when you and Marcus shortly emerged from the stairs into the common room, where Sirius was standing with the ever-loquatious Emmeline Vance.

"You look so gorgeous, Sirius." "I do just love a man in a suit." "I'm ready to dance all night long, if you know what I mean."

As his date chattered excitedly beside him, fawning over his every move, he couldn't help but watch you, from across the room. The small frown on your lips as you stood silently, with Marcus and his mates as he chatted endlessly, one overly posessive arm still around you.

Sirius knew, from when your eyes met his from across the common room, and the small smile that you gave him, that even if the both of you were going to have an awful night, you'd still have that one precious dance together.

a/n: this was shit but im in a writing slump so i needed to get something out 🤣 hope u enjoyed anyways xx

childlike promises | j.p x reader

summary: james reminds you of your childhood together

warnings: pure fluff, that’s all

you made your way up the astronomy tower seeing no sight of james yet. he had asked you to meet him up here, for what reason you didn’t know

you sat near the balcony looking up at all the stars, trying to find if they made made of a constellation

“looking for constellations i see” you heard his voice from behind you “not even surprised honestly”

looking behind you you see him leaning in the archway also looking up at the stars. “well you shouldn’t, i’ve been doing this since we were kids. remember you even got me a book about stars for christmas once”

“yeah yeah i remember” he sits right next to you on the balcony, leaning back while propping his arm for support behind him

“so why did you bring me up here?” you asked

“we used to come here all the time as kids and i don’t know i guess i wanted to relive those moments again” he said looking up at the stars

you understood exactly what he meant. it was 6th year so you both knew that soon you would be graduating and not be able to have moments like these for long. so you nodded and looked back up again. you weren’t gonna deny the butterflies you felt being up here alone with james, it felt like old times just the two of you stargazing. you also loved these moments alone with him

looking at you james recalled a memory “remember when our moms made act in that play in our first year where we had to kiss each other”

“oh don’t remind me it was the most embarrassing thing ever, can’t believe our moms made us do that” you shacked your head in embarrassment

“come on it wasn’t that bad, it was a small peck and i didn’t even end up kissing you on the lips, it was on the side”

“still! it’s embarrassing how i got fake married at the age of eleven” you said as you looked at him noticing the small grin forming on his lips “you did always say you were gonna marry me one day”

you laughed as you remembered all the many times he’s told you that throughout the years. ever since that play he always messed around with you about it. it bothered you at first but at times it did make you wonder of what if

he was looking at you now. how the night sky made your skin glow and how the sound of your laugh was probably one of his favorite sounds

“i never realized i started saying it more as a promise other than a taunting sentence”

although he muttered those words you still heard them, making your heart skip a beat

as you were about to ask him if what he said was true you were interrupted by his lips on yours. his hand met your jaw as he deepened the kiss, you also giving him the same energy

he parted his lips from yours, “i am marrying you one day darling

and i’m not kidding about it this time”

Affinity (Sirius Black)

Word Count: 2.0k

Summary: Based loosely on the story of Cupid and Psyche; Sirius falls in love with the one person he can’t have 

Notes: First segment of my Tales of Love Writing Collection. No major warnings, happy ending. No Voldemort AU; Regulus lives and Sirius doesn’t leave home. No reader pronouns.

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The Black family was known for their respectable status and affluence throughout the wizarding world. There wasn’t anything in the realm that they couldn’t buy, and there wasn’t anyone who dared to deny their prestige.

Walburga Black was a calloused and vindictive woman; her influence and authority went unmatched, and she did everything in her power to maintain her status. Walburga’s children, Sirius and Regulus, weren’t much more to her than pawns in a game, and she would use them in any way she could to ensure her triumph. 

That’s how Sirius found himself standing in front of your flat – bouquet of flowers in his tight grasp and forbidding plan in action. He lifted his free hand to rap his knuckles against the dark wood of your door, listening as you moved about inside. 

After a moment, the door swung open, leaving Sirius to face the person who he was meant to hate most in the world.

“Y/n. It’s nice to see you again.”

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Marlene’s got a crush

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader, Marlene Mckinnon x Reader (Platonic)

Word Count: 1.7 k

Warnings: My English, swearing, and like 2 sexual innuendos if you squint.

Author’s Note: I know I have a request to be working on, but I just wanted to share with you guys this little piece I wrote for my best friend in honor of her gayversary (yes, that’s a thing for us). This fic kinda resembles how she came out to me, and I thought maybe someone somewhere could use the encouragement. You are loved. 

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Sirius Black. Handsome. Intelligent. Professional charmer. It came as no surprise everyone loved him. And Y/N Y/L was no exception. But she couldn’t say anything, because her friend Marlene McKinnon was no exception either.

She found out about Marlene’s crush one night when they were having a sleepover. Lily had just started dating James Potter, and was determined to have all her friends be as happy as her. After some peer pressure, Marlene finally broke and let out her secret adoration for Sirius. Y/N kept quiet. And she was still keeping quiet in afternoons like this, when her friends and her lounged in their room; talking about nothing and everything.

“Marly, you should ask him out” Lily spoke.

“Who?”

“Sirius, obviously” Lily replied, sitting up. “Marls, darling, you always stare at him when he hangs out with Remus’ study group. You are not subtle”.

“No, Lily I’m really fine as it is. He would reject me, and my pride couldn’t take such embarrassment” Marlene said, a soft smile gracing her lips.

“But you are amazing!” Lily snapped “I’m sure, if he just got to know you a little bit better he would be absolutely smitten”.

“I’m not asking him out Evans”.

“Fine. Don’t. But…”

Marlene sighed tiredly. “What?”

“Y/N is in Remus’ study group. She could take you to one of their meetings and start a conversation between you and Sirius.”

Y/N lifted her gaze from the magazine she was reading, putting on the most believable smile she could produce.

“Yeah, come with me” she offered “I’ll be fun”

Before Marlene could give an answer, Lily started rambling about the geniality of the plan. Between Lily’s excitement, and Marlene’s skepticism; the girls were too busy to notice Y/N’s pained expression.

Anxiety was eating her up. How was she supposed to hand around Sirius Black, and successfully hide her feelings? She always got so caught up in conversation with him. She couldn’t hold her laugh when he made a terrible joke. Or avoid hitting him playfully when he was being a twat. And she definitely couldn’t hide her lovey-dovey eyes when he spoke about the things he was passionate about.

She was absolutely and completely enamored by him. But she wouldn’t screw things up for Marlene. Her friend had trusted her with the object of her affections, and revealing she loved him as well felt like a horrible betrayal. She couldn’t put that weight on Marlene, that was the woman that taught her how to ride a broom; to put on eyeliner and to throw a punch. Y/N would much rather hurt herself than hurt Marlene.

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When they arrived at the library, Y/N/n could feel the nervousness emanating from Marlene. One part of her was glad Marlene was feeling anxious, that way she wouldn’t notice she was just as stressed for the meeting.

“You are gonna be okay. You are one hell of a woman”.

Thank you” Marlene smile and took a deep breath. “Let’s do this”

Both girls entered the library and sat down at the table where the rest was waiting for them. Sirius, Frank, Kingsley and three Ravenclaw girls flirting with an oblivious Remus Lupin conformed the infamous study group.

“Hey guys” Y/N greeted them “Marlene will be joining us today, she needs some help with Transfiguration. Sirius aren’t you some kind of prodigy in that?”

Sirius looked at her, playfully raising an eyebrow “Blimey Y/L, I didn’t know you thought so highly of me”

She smirked back at him almost instinctively. “Don’t let it get to your head” she joked “Could you help Marls please?”

“Anything for you love” he winked at her and turned to Marlene “McKinnon I’ll be the best teacher you’ve ever had”

Y/N kept trying to focus on her Herbology revision with Frank, but her eyes kept wandering towards the couple. Marlene wasn’t looking at Sirius at all. She needed to intervene and get her crush’s attention back to her friend.

“Hey Sirius, did you know it was Marlene who introduced me to Quidditch?” she said, knowing Sirius could never resist Quidditch talk.

“Really?” he asked, and directed her gaze to a flustered Marlene “So you are also a Holyhead Harpies fan I suppose”

“Merlin no” she replied, almost insulted by the insinuation “I’m a Chudley Cannons type of girl”

“What? The Cannons suck.”

So, her plan wasn’t being very successful. She needed to intervene again, and make Sirius notice how great Marlene was. Because that is what she was there for. To be a good friend, no matter how much it hurt.

“She may not have the best taste in teams, but she is a great player. I mean you have seen her fly and she is also the one who taught me how to ride a broom, she is really a great teacher”

Sirius let out a loud laugh. “With all due respect McKinnon, you can’t be that great of a teacher if you taught Y/N/n. She is the worst rider I’ve ever seen”

“Oi! You are the worst rider you have ever seen!” she snapped slightly offended

“You have never seen me ride anyone love, but if you wanna change that…”

“Merlin you are disgusting!” she said, trying and failing to hide her amusement behind her hands. He could always make her laugh.

She lowered her hands to her lap, where they met Sirius’ and, softly caressing her thigh.

“I like your laugh” he said, suddenly serious, and looking at her with an expression she couldn’t quite decipher.

He moved his hand, grabbing hers in an affectionate way. “You and I always have so much fun together” he started “Go on a date with me. Please. I promise I’ll make you laugh like never before. And I’ll get you food. And I…please just say yes. Please”

She wanted to say yes. She really did, but she couldn’t do that to Marlene. Dear Merlin, Marlene. She must feel so betrayed. She looked up to apologize, but Marlene wasn’t there.

“Wait where’s Marlene?” she anxiously asked.

“McKinnon? I think she went to the bathroom” he answered, slightly confused.

“Shit, I need to talk to her”

“Wait, why?” he was failing to see where Marlene fell in the equation.

“Shit”

Fuck men and their oblivious ways.

Y/N rushed out of the library in search of the nearest bathroom. It was Moaning Myrtle’s. she knew Marlene wouldn’t mind going there if she needed to cry. After all. Her cries would be muffled by Myrtle’s usual tantrums. She entered and ran to the only closed stall there.

“Marlene? Marls I am so sorry, please talk to me.”

The stall door opened and Marlene’s head poked out.

“Y/N/n? What are you doing here?”

“I’m sorry. I am so, so sorry” She began to explain, almost tripping on her own words “I should have told you sooner. I fancy Sirius, I really do. And I wanted to tell you, but then you told me you liked him, and I didn’t want to get in between the both of you because I value your happiness so much. I value your happiness much more than mine. I swear to you I wasn’t trying to get him to ask me out. I promise I’ll never go out with him—“

“Wait” Marlene stopped her “You like Sirius?”

“I—yes I do”. She admitted, too afraid to look at her friend in the eye.

“Merlin Y/N/n, I’m so sorry”

“What?” she asked, thoroughly confused “why are you sorry? You should be mad, I’m a terrible friend”

“No, I’m a terrible friend”

“What do you mean?”

“I—“ Marlene couldn’t bring herself to explain. She took a deep breath and opened the door fully, only to reveal a quite flustered Dorcas Meadowes buttoning her shirt.

“I like Dorcas, Y/N/n. I don’t like Sirius, never have, and probably never will”

“But…then why did you tell me you did?”

“Because he was the obvious choice!” She answered, her voice on the verge of breaking “Half the school is in love with him, so no one would question me if I did too. No one would suspect that I…that men just don’t do it for me. And I was so afraid to tell you, I didn’t want you to feel weird around me or look at me differently. I swear, if I had known you fancied him, I would have never used him as a cover up”

A tear slipped down her cheek. “I am so sorry”

“Please don’t apologize Marls” Y/N hugged her tightly, like she did every time her friend was upset “You were afraid, you were protecting yourself, there’s nothing wrong with that. And there’s nothing wrong with liking girls either, its just as natural as liking men. You are still my Marlene, and I still love you”

She felt something wet on her shoulder. She pulled back to find Marlene was crying on full waterfall mode.

“Thank you” she said.

“Hey, I’m friends with you, not your sexuality.  I love you just the same, no matter who you fancy” she then smiled kindly towards Dorcas “I will be leaving now, I’m sorry I interrupted your moment”

Y/N was on her way back to the library, when she stumbled upon— and almost collided with— Sirius Black.  He seemed relieved to find her.

“I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable back there” he said “You don’t have to go on a date with me. Ever. Unless you want to but if you don’t w—“

She covered his mouth with her hand in a quick motion, and smiles. “Merlin you never shut up, do you? You are like a radio or something”

He chuckled softly as she removed her hand.

“So, you are not mad at me?” he asked

“Of course not. I just needed to sort something out. Actually, if your offer still stands, I would love to go on a date with you”

“Really?” he said hopefully.

“Really” she answered “In case you haven’t noticed Mr. Black I have fancy you quite a lot”

He smiled and grabbed her hand in his. “Probably not as much as I fancy you love. I find you quite…pawtastic”

She laughed and looked at him lovingly “that pun is terrible, you know that?”

“Oh, but you laughed” he teased.

“You better make me laugh harder at this date of ours”

“Oh, trust me, I can do a lot of things harder”

She laughed wholeheartedly. There she was, joking with the man that might be one; and she felt no guilt, for she knew Marlene would be as happy as her.

cherry blossom

Pairing: fred weasley x gryffindor!reader

Summary: fred and bestfriend!reader finally figure out their feelings for one another, and someone decides it’s time to act on them

Word Count: 2.8k +

Warnings: maybe some cursing

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Fred was most definitely a flirt. You knew that, George knew that, hell, your entire year knew that. Still, that knowledge didn’t take away from the fact that you got butterflies every time it happened.

You had been friends with the Weasley twins ever since your first year at Hogwarts. It was actually George and you who became fast friends, then you warmed up to Fred and his more outgoing nature. 

In that time, it’s safe to say you harbored a bit of a crush on the older twin. Sometimes with all the flirting you two do, you even consider that he may feel the same way back towards you. Most times you brush it off for a more realistic idea that he’s just a natural flirt, which he is.

“Y/n!” George shouted from across the great hall. He and Fred excitedly waved you over to them. 

You chuckled, and brought your dinner over to where they sat. Fred moved over a seat, and patted the spot between him and his brother. 

“You know I would have made my way over here eventually, right?” You teased as you sat down. “You can never get rid of me.” You lightly bumped shoulders with the twins as they chuckled. 

“Thank Godric for that,” Fred sighed, “who else would do my potions homework for me.” He smirked at you and shoveled a piece of toast into his mouth.

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🧃 blurbs !

"Darling, you're so pretty it hurts"

Harry Potter

i hope you like it ! feel free to request again my dear :)

you watched harry awkwardly stand in the corner as parvati talked his ear off. the boy looked breathtaking in his suit, tie undone, and glasses slipping off his nose.

he looked too beautiful for a ministry event.

walking with your head high, you go to stand beside the man, smiling when he looks to you.

"sorry to interrupt," you say to parvati. "but harry forgot to send me some paperwork, and i need it done before tomorrow."

the woman smiles at you, "completely fine, i need to catch up with hermione anyways. see you around, harry!"

harry looks at you, green eyes worried, "no one told me i had to send you any paperwork. my office is a mess i probably lost it in my piles."

you laugh, "i don't need any paperwork from you. i just saw how uncomfortable you were, decided i should be a good civilian and save the boy who lived."

harry sighs, relieved, "thank you, she's still upset with me over fourth year, yule ball.. i get it, but.."

"ah, well, i'm headed out for a drink. care to join?"

he smiles, "i'd love to."

five drinks in and you and harry are stumbling out of the cramped bar and out to the london street.

"you're fun for someone who work for the office of misinformation." harry teases.

you feign hurt, "the office of misinformation is much more exciting than being an auror... we get to tell the public that, no, flesh eating mandrakes haven't infested diagon alley!"

he laughs, "you're right, much more exciting!"

you watch him as he walks beside you, legs a little shaky, green eyes like a forest you desperately want to discover, hair messy and framing his lovely face, and that infamous scar, a little faded now.

he's a beautiful man.

"you stare a lot more than i remember." he says, leaning against a stone wall.

you stop and smirk, "i've always stared, i can't help it. i guess you just noticed."

harry inclines toward you a little, eyes questioning, taunting, "and what does that mean?"

you lean closer, "i stare because you're worth looking at," you push him fully against the wall, "darling, you're so pretty it hurts."

he gives you a smug look before cupping your face and pressing his soft lips to yours.

the kiss is fast, wanting, and everything you'd hoped. just before you could pull away to gasp for breath, he pulls away from you.

"i have a feeling we shouldn't do this right here."

you hum, "and, what, exactly is this?"

harry smirks, "come back to mine and find out."

how could you say no?

the one that got away

pairing: james potter x gn! reader

warnings//content: jily angst?, unrequited love, fluff, angst, shitty paragraphing and not proofread

a/n: also i have nothing against lily i love her w all my heart, i just got this idea and i really wanted to write it so yea 🦧

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for the last six years at hogwarts, james potter had dedicated his life to the pursuit of lily evans. hours spent thinking of new ways to court her, hundreds of galleons spent on elaborate gifts for the gryffindor girl. however, regardless of how hard he tried, he never succeeded. he never even came the slightest bit close to getting her to go on a date with him.

“hello, my lily flower”

“no.”

“hi lily, care to join me for-“

“piss off.”

conversations between the two did not usually go for long, and most of the time, it comprised of james flirting with lily, and she in turn, shooting him down, as she always did.

james was not one to give up easily. he had been a resilient individual since young, but truth be told, he was getting rather tired of never succeeding, of the constant rejection. and honestly, james was losing interest in lily as well. in his eyes, she no longer seemed so special to him. sure, he still found her beautiful, with her alluring green eyes and her silky long hair, but he just didn’t feel the same way about her as he did a few months ago. instead, he was starting to see a certain friend of his in a new light. with y/n’s beautiful y/h/c hair that almost glowed in the morning light, and their sugar sweet smile that could melt the coldest of hearts, james often found himself staring dreamily at y/n during class, with the same dreamy look he would once get while looking at lily. their soft laugh, the way their nose would scrunch up in that oh-so-adorable wat whenever they were confused. the way they would giggle at his jokes and spur him on, instead of rolling their eyes and calling him immature—as lily would usually do. everything about them was perfect.

while james and lily’s interactions lessened, james and y/n’s interactions got more and more frequent, and the bond between the two strengthened. sure, they had been good friends before, but in the recent months, they had gotten extremely close. shared cuddles in the common room, exchanging jokes over butter beer in hogs meade— these occasions became more and more frequent, and y/n could already feel themself falling for the curly haired brunette. as for james, he could feel himself falling for them more and more everyday. but he was torn. what would he do about lily ? he had been chasing her for so long, and he was starting to lose interest in her, it wasn’t fair to just completely ghost her, even if she didn’t reciprocate his feelings for her in the past.

“ hey, evans.” feeling a light tap on her shoulders, lily looked up from her potions textbook and turned around, to be met with a face that she, would never admit, but had missed. james potter. was he going to attempt to ask her out again? she hoped so. over the last few months, she had started seeing the gryffindor boy in a different light, and was hoping that he would attempt to ask her out again. trying to contain her excitement, she cleared her throat, and offered him a small smile— something she had never done to james before. “hi potter,” she greeted.” what’s up?” rocking on his heels nervously, james tucked his hands into his pocket and let a puff of air escape his cheeks. “so, i thought it wouldn’t be fair of me to hide this from you, but i have feelings for another person. and that means i’ll stop annoying you from now on. i’m sorry that i didn’t know to take no for an answer in the past, and i hope you forgive me.” ending off with a sheepish smile, he reached out his palm. “friends?” he offered.

lily was flabbergasted. this was not what she had been expecting. staring off into blank space, she tried desperately to gather her thoughts, to think of something to say. anything, really. “hey, you alright?” james asked, concerned. snapping out of her thoughts, lily offered a half hearted smile.” yea! i’m fine. and thanks for apologising. good luck with the new person, whoever they are. and sure, we can be friends.” she said hurriedly. reaching out to shake james’ palm, she tried desperately to hide the clamminess of her hands, and to stop the thoughts racing in her head. “great! i’ll see you around!” james grinned, running off to the courtyard, where an excited y/n was waiting for him. as y/n scooped james up into their arms, pressing tender kisses on his head, lily could just make out the sound of james giggling softly, and y/n’s muffled praises. and it was there and then that she truly felt the heartbreak that james felt. truly understood rejection felt like. felt the tightness in her chest, felt the tears well up in her eyes as she tried so desperately to tear her eyes away from the scene. but all she could do was watch as her heart crumbled to ashes, cursing herself for letting james be the one that got away.

Mmkay, one more for good measure <33 James losing his glasses and so you have to help him out with reading little things throughout the day. Like reading the instructions in potions class or softly whispering the questions on the black board for him when a professor calls on him to answer or helping him with his homework by writing the answers to the questions down for him

four-eyes // j.p.

Summary: When James misplaces his glasses you take it upon yourself to get him through the school day. Contains: Shit ton of fluff.

“What are you looking for, Potter?” you asked under your breath, irritated by James’s shuffling in the desk beside you. 

“You know I hate it when you call me that.” he stopped to roll his eyes and click his tongue before he kept on rummaging through his schoolbag. “Can’t find my bloody glasses s’all.”

He’d been wearing them not ten minutes ago, but you knew your boyfriend. He’d probably dropped them in the halls on the way to class. Maybe if he didn’t strut around so boyishly he wouldn’t drop all of his possessions, you thought to yourself with a chuckle. You were in Transfiguration at the moment, and you couldn’t just stop taking notes to help him look, so you offered the next best thing. “Don’t worry Jamie, you can copy my notes later.”

James was visibly flustered, but your offer clearly got you his full attention.

“Oh, no, peanut. It’s alright, I’m sure they’re just in here somewhere.”

“Mr. Potter?” Mcgongall beckoned. “The answer to number 2, please.”

You didn’t need to look to know James was internally giggling at the mention of number 2, so you gently elbowed him back to reality. Only the reality was he couldn’t see a thing that was written on the blackboard before him. 

“It says ‘which of these is not a type of transfiguration?’”, you whispered to him discreetly, “’Enchantment’, -”

“Enchantment!” James blurted out, and you honestly weren’t sure if he was right or not, seeing as you’d only listed the first of four options. But your worries soon vanished when Minnie gave him a look of approval and went on with the class.

“Thanks, love.” he muttered to you, smiling uncharacteristically shyly, and you swore you saw him blush out of the corner of your eye.

You’d had nearly no time to properly search for James’s glasses in between classes, and you found yourself having to haul him over to Potions to make it on time.

“Love?” you heard him peep as you set your things down and got comfortable. Flitwick had provided you with a list of ingredients and instructions for the day’s potion.

“Yeah, Jamie?”

“I-I can’t quite make out the instructions.” you turned and watched as his brows furrowed, squinting to decipher the print. You felt a bit bad, but you also couldn’t help but marvel at how precious he looked in this moment, hair in disarray after anxiously running his hand through it and cheeks flushed.

“What?” he asked, and you realized you’d been staring. You couldn’t fight the smile that broke across your face.

“Nothing, you just look so cute when you squint like that.” you teased, playfully punching his arm and taking the parchment from his shaky grasp. “Hand it over, four-eyes. You’re blind as a bat.”

“Not blind enough to miss the way you can’t stop ogling at me, poppet.” he fired back, flashing the trademark cheeky grin that seemed to be forever plastered onto his face.

“Now, now, Potter.” you clicked your tongue, “I think thanks are in order since I am the one helping you.”

“Oh, please. We both know you’re going to milk as many trips to Honeydukes as you can out of this.” he scoffed and you turned towards him, amused and sensing he had more to say. You were proven right as he affected a high pitched voice and girly demeanor. “Oh, Jamie. Remember that time you couldn’t find your glasses and I helped you all day? Come on, now, buy me some candy.”

“Merlin, do I really sound like that?” you rolled your eyes at his exaggerated impression, and soon felt two strong arms winding around you, hot breath hitting the back of your neck.

“No, peanut, You sound lovely.” he sighed, pressing a sweet kiss to your neck and going back to stand at your side. “Now what does it say here, dove?”

Your last class had finally come to an end and though you didn’t mind a whole day of holding James’s hand a bit tighter than usual as you steered him through the sea of students, you reluctantly set off with James in tow to search for his misplaced glasses.

“Where was the last place you had ‘em?” your voice echoed through the now empty castle corridor as the last of your peers shuffled out. 

“I don’t know!” James whined, head thrown back and eyes screwed shut as he pinched the bridge of his nose. 

“Don’t you want to find them, James?” you asked, not expecting the playful glint in his eyes when they opened and met your own. 

“Don’t know, angel. I think I like you lugging me around and whispering in my ear a little more than I should.” he tugged you closer to him and let you wrap your arms around his neck. “Don’t you?”

“Maybe a little.” you whispered breathily in his ear, causing a shiver to travel down his spine.

“Oi, Prongs! How much longer have I got to hold onto your bloody glasses, mate? You gave ‘em to me at the end of Minnie’s class, take ‘em back already! I can’t handle this responsibility!” Sirius hollered from the end of the hall. You pulled your head out from the crook of James’s neck, flashing him an accusing look similar to the one he was currently giving Sirius.

“I’m sensing tension!” Sirius squeaked before making a run for it, disappearing around the corner.

“You found them in Transfiguration?” you crossed your arms and gave him what you hoped was a stern glare. “And you let me help you all day?”

“Yeah.” he peeped, not daring to take his eyes off his shoes. “Just liked the attention.”

You couldn’t bring yourself to be mad at that face. Not when his lip was jutted out like that and his brows furrowed so. You brought a gentle hand to his cheek and gave him a tender peck. 

“It’s okay.” you said calmly, before giving him a barely there smack on the head and chuckling. “Alright, now it’s okay.”

James gave you a deeper kiss this time. “Sorry about that, peanut. But I think I should hunt Sirius down now and get ‘em back. Don’t think I can go much longer without getting a proper look at you.”

Before you had a chance to respond, he was bolting down the hall, making a turn in the wrong direction, however.

“Other way, James!”

“Right!”

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The Halloween Party. «Sirius Black»

Sirius Black x fem!Gryffindor!Reader; Marauders Era; oneshot

SUMMARY: The Gryffindors celebrate Halloween in the common room.

WORD COUNT: approx. 1.1k

WARNINGS: profanity

NOTES: Just a little something I wrote for fun while I’m working on a longer oneshot

Music blasted through the Gryffindor common room. The party had only just begun and everyone was already having a blast. If there was one thing the student body didn’t take lightly, it was Halloween festivities.

James, Lily and Peter stood around the drinks table with cups of punch that had been coloured to try and look like blood but was really just a dark pink. A small trickle of the liquid completely missed Peter’s mouth as he tried to take a sip.

“Just take the fangs out, Peter,” Lily said. His vampire costume wasn’t the most practical.

Lily was donning scarlet Quidditch robes she’d borrowed from one of the female Chasers on the Gryffindor team, but the word ‘Seeker’ had been temporarily attached to the back. Standing beside her was James, wearing the brightest yellow clothes he could find with a pair of wings attached to the back of his shirt and speckles of golden glitter dusting his cheeks.

“I would’ve thought James would be the Seeker and you would be the Snitch,” Peter said.

Lily shrugged. “He was supposed to be but I wanted to swap. I’m sure he’s worn himself out from having to chase after me for so long.”

James took a sip from his cup and nodded. “Brutal, but true.”

Cheers and hollers filled the room as more students descended the stairs. Sirius made a big show of his entrance. He was wrapped almost entirely in bandages with a simple white tee underneath, and he’d added some eyeliner and dark circles under his eyes. Remus followed behind him. James snorted and almost choked on his punch when he saw that Remus had dressed up as a werewolf, with a pair of ears attached to a headband and bits of fake fur glued to his jumper.

The boys joined the others at the drinks table.

“You guys look great,” Lily said.

“Thank you, madam,” said Sirius. He looked around. “Where’s my girl?”

Lily smirked. “Adding the final touches.”

Sirius grinned. He still didn’t know what his girlfriend was going to be dressed as — she’d absolutely refused to give him or anyone else any hints leading up to the party.

A few minutes later, they noticed movement from the top of the staircase. Somebody was coming down. Sirius stopped and turned his body to face the stairwell, getting giddy with anticipation. The others noticed and followed his gaze, and only Lily knew what they were in for. Sirius saw Y/N’s feet first; she was wearing buckled boots and something long and purple. By now, half of Gryffindor had turned their attention to the particularly slow and dramatic entrance of the final partygoer.

When she finally came into full view, Sirius’ mouth fell open. She was wearing long purple robes, half-moon glasses, a white wig, and a comically long fake beard that reached all the way down to her knees. She was the (almost) spitting image of Albus Dumbledore.

Y/N held out her hands and bellowed in the deepest voice she could muster: “Happy Halloween, bitches!”

The common room broke out into wild laughter and applause; a wolf-whistle from Sirius managed to cut through all the noise.

“Dumbledore’s my girlfriend!” Sirius shouted proudly.

Y/N joined them at the table and as she got closer, they could see that she had even glued on fake bushy eyebrows and used some kind of make-up or face paint to draw on wrinkles.

“Good evening, Professor. Funny seeing you here,” James said with a grin.

“I’d never miss a chance to get down and get funky, Mister Potter,” Y/N said, still in character. Remus wheezed when she started doing the sprinkler along to the music.

Sirius brought an arm around her shoulders. Y/N looked him up and down.

“Nice mummy,” she said, tugging once on one of the dangling bandages.

“Actually, I’m daddy.” Sirius revelled in the collective groan.

“Well then, daddy, would you like to dance?” Y/N said, already walking towards the centre of the room where students were dancing.

“Of course, Professor,” Sirius said as he took her hand and followed.

“This night is off to a weird start. I don’t know how I feel about it,” James said before he and Lily joined the other couple.

The four of them danced with wild abandon for a long while until they eventually decided to take a break and go sit down where Remus and Peter were, which so happened to be nearby the enchanted record player.

“I can’t listen to another ABBA record,” Sirius groaned.

“Oi, don’t bash ABBA,” Y/N said.

Remus was already flipping through the crate of records to see what was there. He smirked deviously when he pulled one out.

“What is it?” Lily asked.

The current record finished and Remus was already removing it from the turntable.

“Rem, what’d you pick?” James asked.

As Remus took the record out of its slip, they all finally got a look at the cover.

Sirius bolted upright and pointed at Remus. “Remus, don’t you put that fucking record on, I’ll disown you.”

“I think it’s catchy,” Peter tried.

“Please, you think the national anthem is catchy, Peter,” Sirius said.

“What are you on about? ‘God Save the Queen’ is a hit. Everyone knows the lyrics,” said James.

Remus looked Sirius dead in the eyes as he slowly lowered the needle onto the record.

“And so it begins,” Y/N whispered.

The first notes of ‘Monster Mash’ rang out. “I was working in the lab late one night when my eyes beheld an eerie sight~”

The reaction of the room was mixed, with some students (like Sirius) groaning but the overwhelming majority getting excited and flocking to jig it out. Tired from the earlier dancing, the friends decided to sit this one out and ended up rating peoples’ costumes.

“Frank and Alice as salt and pepper shakers. Cute but the execution is a bit basic,” said Lily.

“Agreed. I propose six out of ten,” James said, and he was met with a chorus of agreement.

“Marlene McKinnon…a…cat?” Y/N asked.

“I think she’s a rat,” said Peter.

“Marlene!” Lily called out just as the girl in question passed the couches they were sat at.

“Yeah?”

“What are you?”

“I’m a mouse, duh!” Marlene pointed at the ears on her head.

Dorcas Meadowes joined Marlene on her way to the drinks table, dressed as a cat.

“I think a solid seven for the cat and the mouse,” said James.

“And what about the Beatles?” Y/N asked.

“Huh?” Sirius looked at where she was pointing to find four of the younger Gryffindor boys dressed as the famous Fab Four.

“Fuck, that’s genius! Why didn’t we think of that? There’s four of us and everything!” James said mournfully.

“Don’t stress, we can do it next year. But I’m not gonna be bloody Ringo,” Sirius said.

“I have a bit of a thing for drummers, y’know,” said Y/N.

“I call dibs on Ringo,” Sirius said quickly.

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blurb: you're caught under the mistletoe with sirius.

content: mention of alcohol, kissing, also fem reader and again reader and sirius are 'just friends' because denial of feelings because why not teehee

Giggles erupted from you as you slipped through the crowded house, your hand entwined with his. "We'll get caught, Siri, this is a bad idea!" you whispered.

"It won't take five minutes, Y/N, I promise." he whispered back in a mischievous tone.

The Potter’s Christmas party was taking a turn for the boring for you and the marauders as the night faded into morning, and those left at the party were miserable ministry folk who couldn't stop talking or James' ancient relatives who refused to leave.

So that's when Sirius had the bright idea of sneaking some champagne into the back garden, where the rest of the marauders were waiting for your return.

"Sirius!" you whisper-yelled, tugging his hand back. But there was no stopping him - he kept his hand firmly in your hold as he dragged you towards the kitchen, charming laugher chorusing from his lips.

You reached the room, you keeping a look out while Sirius scavenged for the bottle of effervescent alcohol that Effie would immediately confiscate, should she find out you teenagers had it.

"Jackpot!" Sirius exclaimed, grinning as he grabbed the neck of the bottle firmly, tucking it under his arm as he stood up and turned towards you.

"Anyone coming?" he asked, checking the length of the empty hall.

"No, I don't think s-"

"What are you two doing there?"

The two of you froze in the doorway, Sirius slipping the bottle from his grasp into yours as you hid it behind your long dress. Euphemia walked past the two of you, baked goods on a tray in her hands, floating before and behind her too.

"Nothing." you excused in a rather high pitched voice. Effie eyed the two of you, an amused eyebrow arched as she suspected what kind of mischief you were up to.

It was only when she looked up that she thought she knew what was happening.

"I'll leave you to it, then." she smiled knowingly, before walking towards the party.

You and Sirius exchanged a confused glance as you wondered how she let you off so easy.

"What was she talking about?" You looked up to where she did. "What's..."

Oh.

Mistletoe.

"Oh." you echoed your own thoughts, dreading to look back down and into Sirius' eyes. But you had to, and you did.

You knew you couldn't cheat magical mistletoe - no peck on the cheek would cut it without causing the two of you uncurable hiccups for the rest of the night, or some form of tongue twisting hex confusing your words.

You suddenly noticed that Sirius was looking incredibly handsome.

Not that you hadn't been admiring him the whole night, but in this close proximity, it was hard not to notice him.

What with his untucked white button up, with his black bow tie hanging loose around his collar. His longish hair messy in front of his eyes, just begging to be pushed back by your dainty fingers. And his eyes... They practically shone with joy - a particular effect that only the Potter house had on him.

Well, the Potter house and you in it.

You, too, looked undeniably gorgeous. Your Y/H/C locks framing your angelic face, painted with soft but glamorous makeup.

Your dress, a stunning silk, clung to your figure in all the right ways - Sirius had to suppress the desire to bring you upstairs and take it right off you when you first made your entrance at the party.

He recalled you smiling at him as he stared at you, genuinely speechless for once. He wanted to flatter you, but you thought he was putting it on as a joke.

Regardless, as the two of you stood in the doorway of the kitchen, the mistletoe kept blossoming, encouraging you to kiss now, now, now.

Sirius knew you wouldn't do it, so he chuckled, rolling his eyes.

He leaned in, his hand around the side of your neck to pull your lips into his.

You shared soft touches and gentle breaths as you parted every few seconds. The kisses were supposed to end, but one of you or the other prolonged them by catching the other's lips again, looking for more.

The both of you knew you might be waiting a while before either of you were brave enough to kiss the other again.

The mistletoe had long receded into itself by the time you pulled back. That was the longest kiss you had ever had with him.

So far.

Because you really hoped that there would be more.

After a few moment's thinking, Sirius snuck his hand to grasp the bottle from behind your back again.

"C'mon, it'll go warm, and Moony'll kill us." He grinned, enlacing your fingers again as you initiated your escape route.

blurb: you accidentally walking in on sirius and his hook up

content: what the title says ahsgshs, kinda long for a blurb but its not like a fic, hope u enjoy either way! <3

"Where'd you say the record is again, Moony?" you called back, just as you were about to ascend the staircase up to the boys' dorms.

"Just by Sirius' bed, you can't miss it." Remus replied, shooting you a grin as he shuffled the cards you and the rest of the group were playing with.

The game needed some background music, and since Sirius apparently wasn't going to show tonight - probably gallavnting around the grounds as Padfoot or in some random girl's dorm for the night - you and the others had the bright idea of stealing one of his newer vinyls to spin on the vacant common room record player.

You grabbed the banister with a contented smile, trying to lurch up the stairs two steps at a time as you hummed to a random melody - it seemed, though, that this completely shrouded the faint sound of lustful moans coming from the other side of the wall.

So when you bounded into the room, pondering "where's that record?" out loud, you were startled to see him.

"Y/N!"

Sirius.

And a girl.

Both their uniforms scrumpled and half-off their bodies as they scrambled apart from their formerly heated makeout session.

"Oh my merli-" you immediately pivoted back towards the exit, your heart lurching through your throat as you babbled embarassed apologies. "Shit, I'm- I'm so sorry." you mumbled, opening the door.

You composed yourself, squeaking out an, "as you were," before running back down the stairs.

You flung yourself into your own dorm room, not being able to bear seeing the rest of your mates after such a humiliating incident. You flopped down onto your bed, groaning dramatically into your pillow.

It was just your luck to have walked in on that - but then again, nothing that ever happened to you tended to be normal, at Hogwarts.

You hoped the rest of your mates couldn't notice your petrified state and your pinkened cheeks when you came back into the common room after a short while, having cleverly taken an LP from your own dorm to avoid suspicion.

You immersed yourself in trying to fix the music onto the record player on the floor next to you, but when you heard steps coming towards you, you were jolted out of your trance.

"Oh. Hi, Sirius..." you mumbled, the embarassed pink tinge returning to your cheeks as you met his gaze.

To your surprise, in the distance you saw the girl from before huffing out of the common room and towards her own, a discontented glare on her face when she saw you.

"Oh, Godric." you muttered, covering your face with your hands as you heard Sirius chuckle and sit down beside you.

"I'm sorry if I ruined it-"

"No, no, Y/n/n. Don't worry. Wasn't your fault." he laughed, prying your hands off your still cringing face.

"Didn't know you had a girl up there, Pads." Remus mused, a humorous smirk on his face as he knew you must have walked in on it. Luckily, the rest of the group were oblivious.

"Why's she leaving all... stroppy?" James questioned, taking a sip of his butterbeer.

"Leaving yet another girl unsatisfied, Black?" Marlene joked. Sirius just grinned, absentmindedly sliding his tongue over the upper row of his teeth as he picked up some cards from the floor, his amused nodding dismissing the implications of her accusation completely.

"So what was it, really?" Dorcas questioned, rolling her eyes impatiently.

Sirius chuckled, shaking his head as the small circle all turned to look at him. "Called her the wrong name, of all things."

The group let out amused laughter, before turning back to the card game. Typical Sirius.

"Whose?!" Peter pressed on.

"Sod off, I'm not telling." Sirius lightly kicked Wormtail's foot with his outstretched one, rolling his eyes.

Though, you couldn't help but smile abashedly and blush yet again, when your eyes locked. Ephermerally, but you knew.

You had inadvertedly disturbed their hook up twice.

Because he couldn't stop thinking about you, no matter how hard he tried to.

hi bestie, do you write fluff? if so could you do one of James flirting with the reader :)

I do! Hope you enjoy :)

Such A Flirt

Fem!reader x James Potter

Warnings: mentions of sex

Honestly, you thought, We’re already together, you don’t have to keep flirting.

James was obviously no occlumens, as he kept leaning against the door, blocking your exit from the classroom with that cocky smirk on his face.

“Going somewhere, sweetheart?” He asked with a tilt of his head.

You rolled your eyes, unable to mask the smile that was spreading across your face. “Yes. Come on, James, I have to study.”

“What, brains and beauty? Your boyfriend must be the luckiest guy alive.” He replied surely, running a hand through his hair.

“M-hm. He’s lucky I’m not hexing him right now.” You said. He gasped, pretending to be offended.

“How could you say such a thing? You know how sensitive I am.”

“Yes, I do. How long did you sulk over Sirius stealing your sausages at breakfast?” You teased, pushing past him and laughing when he caught you around the waist, pulling you back towards him. “James!”

“Won’t you come and have fun with me instead?” He rested his chin on top of your head, refusing to let you pry yourself loose.

“I’m not having sex with you in my free period, Potter.” You deadpanned, despite having done so not four days ago.

“Good gracious, no.” He said, dramatic as ever. “I would never do something so utterly indecent.”

“Sure. Look, James, I really have to go! Remus is waiting for me.” You protested, taking advantage of his obvious distraction and shimmying out of his hold.

“You’re leaving me for Moony?!”

“Yes, that’s exactly it, and you’re paying for the wedding. That okay with you?” You said sarcastically.

James grinned. “Anything for you, doll.”

You rolled your eyes again, blushing nonetheless. He kissed you on the lips, hands on your waist, and you smiled.

“I suppose Remus can wait.”

༄ five times james wanted to kiss you + the one time he did

pairing; james potter x reader

words; 3.7k

warnings; alcohol and smoking mentions, swearing, maybe some inaccuracies? i gave the common room a balcony okay, it had to be done <3

request; no

a/n; i love love love fics in this format so i just had to do one with james <3 i'm sorry it's a little repetitive, but there's only so many ways i can think of to write a desire to kiss someone - that being said, this is one of my favourite fics i've written!! hope you like it <3

one

september 1st, 1976

the first of september had rolled around once more, the now changing weather and darkening leaves bringing along the first day of sixth year. excitement was thick in the air, coddling every being it came into contact with in it’s warm embrace. the air was practically buzzing with a mixture of excitement and nerves.

platform nine and three quarters was as busy as ever, flooded with people; apprehensive parents of first years wiping their tears as they waved their goodbyes, friends catching up with one another’s summer adventures, and seventh years desperately trying to break free of their clingy parents’ arms.

you felt lucky that you were relatively quick in getting onto the hogwarts express. it was known that if you were one of the last passengers, finding a good seat was a near impossible feat.

having rid yourself of your luggage, you bundled further into your scarf emblazoned with your house colours as the search for a carriage began. you bit back a smile. whilst you weren’t overly ecstatic thinking about the mound of work this year would bring, the joy of seeing your friends again strongly overpowered any thoughts of homework and essays.

lost in a daydream, you jumped when you were met with a familiar face merely inches away from yours. a grin spread across their lips as they pushed a lock of hair from their face, pulling you into their carriage without a word.

“looking for us, y/l/n?” sirius teased, releasing your wrist and flopping down next to remus who scowled as the boy narrowly avoided falling into his lap.

“trying to avoid you more like.” you joked, positioning yourself between james and peter who shuffled around to grant you some comfort. you unwound the scarf from your neck, deciding to bundle it up and place it in your lap for now, no longer a victim to the cold autumn breeze.

“awh, you don’t mean that.” james hummed, lifting the end of your scarf to tickle your face. “you’d miss our beautiful faces soon enough.”

knitting your eyebrows together, you feigned a thoughtful expression for a few moments.

“hm, i guess you’re right. i’d definitely miss remus too much.”

gasps came from three of the four boys in the carriage, the latter pumping his fist in the air with a cheer, riling the others up more.

“i thought we had something!” sirius pouted, hand clutching his heart like a maiden in one of the many period dramas you’d forced them to watch.

this remark caused the entire carriage to dissolve into hysterics, sirius unable to keep up the heartbroken act for long as he joined in with you.

through his chuckles, james looked at you, your head thrown back as you lost yourself in laughter, and he smiled. he’d always thought you were attractive, sure, but in a sight as pure as this you appeared almost divine.

without thinking, his eyes darted to the curve of your neck, to how soft your lips looked, to how happy and blissful you were in this moment, and he wished more than ever he could pause time to take in this glorious vision even for an extra second. once more his eyes returned to your lips.

he wished he could press his to yours in a quick peck, just to convey all of the thoughts he couldn’t fathom putting into words for you. it would say everything he needed to and more, but that ran the risk of ruining your friendship. even thinking of that word, friendship, was like an icicle to the heart, cold and cruel in its assault, and he knew he needed to change his train of thought instantly. before you could notice him, he tore his gaze from you and laughed along with the rest of you once more.

a warning glance was shot at remus in response to his raised brow, challenging him to even think about saying something. luckily, remus took the hint and mimed his lips being sealed with a smirk.

cheeky git, james thought. he wasn’t even being that obvious.

two

october 17th, 1976

to say that the gryffindor common room was packed would be an understatement.

the quidditch match against slytherin earlier in the day had proved a large success which, of course, called for an elaborate celebration, in true teenage fashion.

the loud bass of the music reverberated around your head in harmony with the pounding of your heartbeat. you adjusted your outfit, silently cursing yourself for not wearing something that would be a little more forgiving in the heat of the party. the shots of firewhisky marlene had talked you and lily into doing not too long ago weren’t exactly helping the situation either.

you maneuvered your way through the crowd, a cup of an unknown drink with an incredibly pungent scent clasped in your left hand as you shouted apologies and ‘excuse me’s every now and again. your eyes scanned the room in search for a certain head of unruly, dark curls.

it didn’t take long to find him, in the heart of the party as you’d suspected. if anyone enjoyed these events, it was james.

his eyes widened upon noticing your presence, lifting the arm that wasn’t nursing a drink to pull you into a side hug. it wasn’t hard to notice that he was tipsy, emphasised by the way the embrace lasted just a little longer than it usually would.

james angled his chin downwards to look at you, a lazy smile playing on his lips.

“you alright?” he shouted, leaning closer to your ear so you could hear him. his breath tickled the shell of your ear and you shuddered.

“fine! just a bit warm, ‘s all.”

a large palm was pressed to your forehead, james’s face focused as he closed his eyes briefly. peter smirked into the lip of his cup at your perplexed expression, shaking his head in amusement at the scene before him.

“you feel it.” he confirmed, as if you were previously unaware. “c’mon, let’s get you some fresh air.”

and then he was gone, weaving through the throngs of people in the direction of the balcony. you followed him out, trying to keep him in your sights.

stepping through the archway into the night, the cold air hit you instantly. instead of a harsh slap to the face, it came as more of a pleasant caress from a friend. for a moment, you allowed yourself the feel the chill of the breeze on your exposed skin, closing your eyes as you sighed in relief, taking in the moment.

satisfied, you made your way over to james, a cigarette hanging between his lips as he lit it. standing next to him with your hands against the railing, you simply admired him, watching the way his slender fingers brought the cigarette towards his lips as he inhaled. grey smoke curled into the air, dancing and twisting further into the sky. noticing your stare, he quirked an eyebrow and held it out to you in offering.

you suppressed the embarrassment of being caught staring, begging your body to act nonchalant. just as you went to pluck it from his fingers, he shook his head, seemingly deciding against himself. instead of allowing you to take it yourself, he lifted it to your parted lips for you, almost dazed in his actions. you inhaled as he had, locking eyes with the boy as you blew out the smoke. stare unwavering, james put out the cigarette, tossing it over the balcony casually.

the sky abruptly seemed darker, but you swore you could see the stars reflected in james’s eyes. maybe it was the alcohol putting things into a new perspective, but under the timid glow of the moon you noticed just how beautiful james was. it seemed he was on a similar wavelength, his eyes locked on your lips as he licked his own. like a magnetic force pushing you forward, you curled into one another, faces inching closer together.

“y/n! james!” mary’s voice cut through the quiet, instantly shattering whatever air had appeared between you and james as you jumped apart. “i thought i’d lost you both. what are you doing out here? come and dance, they’re playing abba!”

sharing a look, you shrugged apologetically and allowed yourself to be dragged back into the party, the encounter with james floating to the back of your mind as the chorus of ‘dancing queen’ began to fill your head.

mary began to twirl you around, giggling as you screamed the lyrics to one another, totally oblivious to james still standing on the balcony. you’d probably forget this entire encounter in the morning, continue on like nothing ever happened between you two.

watching your frame with fondness, he was overcome by the realisation of just how fucked he truly was.

three

november 9th, 1976

a wavering flame of a candle provided your main source of light as you hunched over your parchment, quill in hand. time had seemed to escape you; you could have been in the library for two hours or two days and you’d be none the wiser.

the fast approaching end of winter term brought along with it mock o.w.l.s. maybe if you were still in your second year, you could afford to skate through the mock exams with little to no revision, but with the passing years, these things became more and more important and required actual concentration and effort if you were going to do well.

a thump to your right broke your focus.

james’s head had slammed against the table, glasses long discarded and moved out of his grasp as he’d surrendered to the workload, a white flag held high in his mind. you weren’t entirely sure why he’d come along; you know he had no intention to actually study right now and, against your predictions, he actually hadn’t distracted you much at all.

“had enough there?” you simpered, nudging his shoulder with yours as you placed your quill down.

a muffled groan was your only response, his head shaking slightly where it rested against his forearms.

“god, ‘m bloody exhausted. i don’t know how you’re still going, i feel like my eyes are glued shut.”

this elicited a laugh from you as you turned your full attention to the boy next to you. learning the ingredients of veritaserum could wait, you supposed.

“because some of us don’t just magically get good grades, potter.” then, after a beat. “you can just go back to your dorm y’know, i won’t blame you.”

“no.” was his reply, plain and simple. “not leaving you here to die of boredom.”

he sat up straight now, rubbing his eyes with his fists as he grabbed his glasses, placing them onto his nose haphazardly. they lay crooked against his nose bridge, but he didn’t seem to know or care. you stifled a laugh and plucked them from his face, replacing them at a straighter angle without thinking too much about it before turning back to your book.

james couldn’t have the same nonchalance.

the soft brush of your fingers made his mind buzz as he replayed it over and over, the butterflies in his stomach becoming more powerful the more he thought about it. the casual affection had caught him severely off guard. his mind wandered to a place of more casual affection; of hands intertwined, of arms around waists, of soft touches of the lips.

how he longed to be able to do all those things and more with you without thinking twice about it. maybe one day, he hoped.

four

december 22nd, 1976

walking down the staircase, your breath caught in your throat at what lay ahead.

the great hall was a flurry of colourful dresses and suits, contrasting deeply with the gleaming white decor that seemed to sparkle with every movement. snow fell gently towards the floor, kissing your peers’ hair on its descent. they’d done a good job. it truly looked like a winter wonderland. it seemed silly to call it magical, being a student at ‘hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry’, but no other word seemed to fit the scene so perfectly.

for the past month or so, the yule ball had hung in the air with a promise of a whimsical night of fun and, in the marauders case, chaos. and now the fateful night was here, in all of its glory, and the thrill was bubbling up inside of you.

“sirius spiked the punch on the left hand side, just so you know.” came a voice from behind you.

you spun on your heel and there stood james, a velvet black suit clad to his frame, curls attempted to be restrained by copious amounts of gel. a lazy smirk played on his face, one that brought a smile to your own face.

“where’s your date?”

“don’t have one.” you shrugged, shrinking in slight embarrassment. it hadn’t bothered you in the slightest, but having to say the words allowed sounded a lot worse than you expected.

however this caused james’s lips to quirk upwards slightly, eyebrows raised in the way they always did when he had an idea.

“just so happens, i don’t have a one either. but since everyone is off dancing with their dates and i’d hate for us to be left out, i propose we dance together. strictly platonically, of course.”

under the twinkling lights, you grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the dance floor. you weaved your way through the twirling couples, passing peter who was awkwardly waltzing with his date. finding a space, you let james lead you, following his steps as he expertly led you in an imitation of a ballroom dance.

“since when could you dance like this?”

“padfoot taught me.”

“sirius black knows how to ballroom dance?” you guffawed.

james’s jaw went slack and he slapped a hand against his forehead.

“shit, don’t tell him i told you. he’ll kill me.”

your laughter was cut off by the beginning of a faster song. the surrounding couples began to separate, forming groups of friends who jumped around, pulling out any move they could think of. somehow, remus, peter and sirius had found you both, and pulled you further into the crowd.

remus’s arm was slung around your shoulder as you all shouted the lyrics to the four seasons, crashing into each other recklessly with every step. everyone had shed their insecurities, bodies fuelled only by the exhilaration that was thick in the air. it was almost electric, the way that your body had a mind of its own.

you directed your attention to james, singing the lyrics to him as you pulled him closer to you, your hands moving his arms around in an uncoordinated fashion. he allowed himself to be controlled, smiling stupidly.

it was impossible to not match your energy, what when you were looking at him like that, all smiles and laughter. it was the freest he’d seen you for weeks, hair messy and cheeks flushed with exertion, and he wished more than anything he could take a picture of this moment and look at it forever.

james had seen some extraordinary things in his time at hogwarts, but nothing could compare to the way you looked right now. it took all of his strength not to give in to cupid’s tricks, to ask you to be his and kiss you until the end of time.

but then the song had come to an end, and you were following sirius to one of the tables. he was still standing dumbfounded until you turned around, beckoning him with a finger.

“come on! we’re getting punch!”

five

february 19th, 1977

“now, please remember to be careful of the venomous tentaculas, they’re teething.” professor sprout’s voice echoed around the herbology greenhouse as you all warily eyed the plants on the tables in front of you. “i want an essay on all of its properties by next thursday.”

herbology was always an interesting time, due to the fact that you were seated with the four marauders, who rarely took a great deal of notice of sprout’s warnings when it came to the more dangerous plants. you’d just spent the last half an hour listening to your professor drone one about the properties of the plant, and how a majority of them operated for their self defense. the severe lack of interest was proved by sirius, who made to poke at the plant with his wand, stopped only by remus swatting his hand down, almost unphased in his reaction.

“d’you reckon i could beat it in a fight?” sirius questioned, sizing up its green vines as though he were genuinely considering it.

“i know for a fact that it would absolutely thrash you mate.” james scoffed. “against me, however, it wouldn’t stand a chance.”

“mhm, whatever helps you sleep at night.” you murmured, only half paying attention to their conversation as you observed the venomous tentacula in order to make note of at least some of the properties before the lesson’s end. free time was becoming sparse as the second half of the year approached, and you were determined to have as little homework as possible. amidst your scrutiny of the plant, one of the longer vines lashed out at you, causing you to jump back in your seat in shock.

james’s hand landed on top of yours as he chuckled slightly, patting it gently in an attempt to comfort you.

“you alright there?”

“i wasn’t expecting it to do that.” you confessed, laughing at your own shock and shaking your head in slight disbelief.

“now look who doesn’t listen to the warnings.” peter teased with raised eyebrows.

“no need to worry y/n.” james grinned, holding his chin up proudly. “i’d ‘ve gladly fought it for you.”

a roll of your eyes signalled your amusement at his bold claim, but james wasn’t fully sure if he was joking at this point. he’d probably do anything, even stop the world from spinning if you asked him to, and it scared him. this on top of the copious impulses to crash his lips to yours signalled feelings a lot stronger than a mere crush. but if there was one thing james potter was good at, it was hiding his feelings for you.

he'd done it for four years, he wasn't going to spoil it now.

+

one

april 1st, 1977

before you knew it, you were running, feet pounding heavily against the stone floors as breathless laughs permeated the otherwise silence of the castle.

james’s hand was in yours, grip firm and assured, pulling you along behind him to keep stride with remus and peter who were far ahead, turning back every now and again to reaffirm yours and james’s presence. sirius had split off long ago, finding an opportunity to hide behind a tapestry before filch could spot him. it was likely he’d managed to slip back to the common room by now, the lucky bastard.

maybe pulling a prank on filch without a clear line of escape mapped out wasn’t the smartest plan the five of you had ever had, but it would be a great story to tell later down the line. you could already imagine sirius, dramatic hand gestures and all, recounting the tale to the inhabitants of the common room and anyone else who’d bother to listen.

shortly, you had approached a fork in the corridor and were faced with two paths branching off in opposite directions. it was clear you had to make a decision, and fast. whilst peter and remus sprinted down one side, james dragged you down the other.

“it’ll be harder to catch us if we all split up!” he said over his shoulder, hand still gripping yours tightly. “just hope it’s not us who gets caught!”

as you were so focused on running without tripping over your own feet, you didn’t realise james was pulling you both towards a closet.

he slammed the door shut behind you, pressing a finger to his lips as you listened out for filch. darkness consumed you both, a sliver of light coming from underneath the door frame. space was not a luxury. you were incredibly close to james, chest almost flush against his as you waited. every breath allowed you to feel the rise and fall of his chest, and oh god he was still holding your hand.

fidgeting in your pockets, you managed to grasp your wand, a whispered ‘lumos’ causing the tip of your wand to weakly illuminate your surroundings in a hazy glow.

you tried to look anywhere but james. james and his soft hair, james and his sparkling eyes, james and his soft lips that he kept nibbling and licking as he pressed his ear against the door frame once more. the intensity of your admiration must have alerted james as he was quick to face you, but he didn’t seem uncomfortable by your attention.

in a sudden surge of bravery, you ignored your instincts screaming at you to look away and pretend nothing happened, keeping your eyes fixed on him. this time, it was james who scanned your face, eyes flitting from place to place until they found a home on your lips.

time seemed to slow as he leaned towards you, pressing his lips to yours in a soft kiss. in his eagerness, your noses bumped together slightly, but he was quick to lean in again. your arms sat around his neck, wand falling to the floor when you pulled him closer to you, as if he would dare try to break free from your embrace. james brought his hands to your face, one large palm cupping your cheek whilst the other found a place in your hair, pushing a lock behind your ear.

the kiss was only broken by a sudden flood of light, causing you to squint at the figure in the doorway as you jumped apart.

“oh? i’m terribly sorry, am i interrupting something here?”

“fuck off moony!” james groaned, flipping off your smug looking friend who was definitely not sorry in the slightest.

“cheers guys, wormtail owes me two sickles now.”

“you’re the worst.”

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You’re at a resort, and in desperate need to get away from your family. You hide in a wardrobe down in the lobby, and while in there, you discover that a stranger is also hiding there

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Warnings: Being in a confined space with James Potter.

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Manners || James Potter X Fem!Reader

“Oh darling, you look superb!” Your great aunt was walking towards you with her arms wide open. She looked overly dressed, as usual, for a family holiday.

“Thank you, Auntie,” you mumbled as she crushed you against her large chest. She was always overly touchy-feely and you hated it, to say the least. Thankfully, she let go of you after giving your bum a slight pat and moved on to talk to your parents.

Every year, your whole family -your mother and father’s side, collectively- picked out a resort and went on a big holiday for about a week. Words weren't enough to describe how much you hated these reunions. Rather preferring to spend some time alone in your room.

“Y/N! How are you? And how is uni going?Any lucky guy that we get to meet?” Your uncle was always far too nosy for your liking, you dropped your towel on a nearby sunbed by the pool.

“I'm fine, uni’s going great and no, no ‘lucky’ guys for you to meet,” you said, not even sparing a glance his way. The pool side was starting to fill with your relatives and all you could hope for was to stick your nose in a book. Maybe that would help you avoid them.

“Too bad, I really was looking forward to another family wedding,” your uncled continued and you wanted to gag. It baffled you how he could go from asking about your well being to planning weddings. You replied to all his questions politely, knowing that your mother had a close eye on you. Manners, she would always say, urging you to always be polite to others, no matter what.

A few hours or so had passed and finally the conversation was steering away from you as everyone was losing interest in your mundane social life. You didn't care, as long as it got them off your back.

“I need to use the bathroom,” you called out to your mum as you dropped your book aside. She nodded and continued to chat with her sister about the curtains she had recently purchased.

There was a bathroom by the pool but you decided to go to the lobby, and use the one that you had earlier spotted there. It seemed like a safer call. Just as you entered the lobby, you spotted your step-grandfather. He hadn't showed up at the pool that morning, and you were grateful because he was a prejudiced bigot, insufferable to say the least. All your other relatives seemed like the sweetest people on earth in contrast to him. Even they tried to avoid him.

So you did the first thing that came to mind, you slipped into the nearby storage room so as to not collide with him.

The room was dimly lit and you didn't look around carefully until the door had shut behind you. You rested your back to it and waited for your eyes to adjust to the light as you scanned the small space. Various cleaning products were stacked neatly on shelves, rolls of toilet paper, a mop and bucket and a young man. Wait what?

“Hi.” The stranger feebly waved and you hoped he wasn't a member of staff, being sure that he would say the area was strictly for personnel and that you should leave.

“Umm..hi?” You replied, not quite sure what was going to happen next. Hoping you wouldn't be pushed out back into the lobby and have to explain to your grandfather why you were in a storage room.

“So, why are you here?” He asked and you could have sworn he had a playful tone to his voice.

“I needed a place to hide from my family, I'm awfully sorry, I'll leave.” You made a move towards the door and he stopped you by placing a hand on your upper arm, “No, don't get me wrong. I was just curious. You see I'm also hiding. Needed a breath of fresh air.”

Well, the room wasn't exactly filled with fresh air, with no windows to be seen but it did smell nice due to all the cleaning products stacked in there. You felt relieved, now knowing that he wasn't going to throw you out. He pulled his hand back. You weren't sure how long you would be in the room, so you decided you may as well strike up a conversation. Manners, you heard your mom's voice in your head.

“So, family issues too?”

He smirked and sat down, crossing his legs and taking a comfortable position seeing that you weren't in a hurry to leave. Joining him with a shrug, you picked a spot away from the door so no one would slam into you if they tried to open it. You were now seated beside him, he spoke into the emptiness of the room, “We could say that, I'm here with my grandparents and they love to play bingo. You see, they enjoy the Mug-” he stopped mid sentence and pinched his nose, “I mean, they enjoy playing games, and I don't really see the appeal of waiting in a room full of seniors. Told them I was off to the loo.”

“Same here,” you chuckled. “Trying to escape my wedding planning, you see.”

He perked up, “Oh, so you've got a lucky someone who's waiting for you out there somewhere?” You loved how his tone implied that you were in a battlefield of some sort.

“No, no one out there for me,” you shrugged and heard him laugh.

“That's how dire the situation is then? Now I understand why you had your knickers in such a twist.”

“I did not!” You scoffed but couldn't help the corners of your mouth twitching. He turned to look at you, so you mirrored his movement. He had quite a pretty face up close, you noted.

“Whatever you say,” he said and you noticed his eyes scanning you, wondering what he was thinking about. That's when it struck you, “What's your name?”

The young man chuckled and shaked his head, training his eyes on a nearby bottle of disinfectant, “I was wondering when you'd ask that. James Potter, and yours is…?” His voice trailed off expectantly.

“Y/N Y/L/N.”

“Well, Y/N, I'm happy to have stumbled into you like this. Definitely going to make the rest of my stay more interesting if I'll keep running into you in storage spaces like this. It gets kind of lonely on your own,” he was smirking and you saw his eyes glimmer when he turned to look at you once again. You felt a large smile starting to creep up on your face and for the first time that morning, you actually felt safe.

• leydileyla's Harry Potter Masterlist •

blurb: walking in on sirius working out in the school gym

"Sirius, there you are! I-"

Although James had told you that the grey eyed marauder was in the school gym when you asked where to find him, it slipped your mind that you would come across him actually excersising.

The room was empty save for a load of equipment and the two of you.

Your words got caught in your throat as you took him in - chest heaving and glistening with a sheen of sweat as his previously taut muscles rippled back into a resting position, the lines of his abs still prevalent nonetheless.

The corner of his lips quirked up as he noticed your eyes absentmindedly raking over his body, a small pink tinge on your cheeks.

"Enjoying the view, there, Y/n?" he snarked, a smirk now on his lips as he stood up, grabbing a nearby towel to pat his face with.

You quickly regained your senses, glancing down at your feet and shaking your head as you bit back an embarassed smile.

"Um, McGonnagal... wants to see you. Something about your last transfig essay." you twirled your fingers in the direction of her office, hesitating to meet his gaze as he took his hair out of its loose bun.

"Good news or bad?" he asked, running a hand through his hair.

You tilted your head at him as you admired. "No idea." you mumbled.

You didn't even register his approaching the showers before he looked back towards you, that amused smirk still playing on his lips.

"You wanna join?" he asked, nodding towards the steamy room. While humour laced his tone, there was an underlying sincerity in his eyes.

Oblivious, you scoffed, folding your arms and walking out of the gym.

"You wish, Black!" you called back, rolling your eyes with a fond smile on your face.

In reality, you wished.

"Hey, the offer was there!" you heard him laugh, before the door to the gym shut behind you.

You sighed as you pressed your back against the shut door, almost feeling your legs turn to jelly beneath you.

Could Sirius Black get any hotter?