Can you please do shy!reader with Sirius? but she's a little more comfortable with him? and maybe something with gifts
Summary: Finding the perfect gift for his perfect person was harder than Sirius thought.
After hours of dragging his feet through shops and flirting his way out of a scolding from two old womenâbecause he shoved their kids trying to get to the front of the lineâSirius has decided heâs done with the holidays.
âWhatâs wrong with him?â Remusâs voice cut through the haze. He mustâve just gotten out of class.
âHeâs being insufferable,â James replied with the kind of dramatic eye roll Sirius didnât need to see to picture.
He groaned, sinking further into his chair.
âIs it the girl again?â Remus asks, placing his stuff on the table.
âOf course itâs the girl. Itâs all he talks about anymore,â James yelps when Sirius brings his hand to smack the back of his head. âOw.â
âYouâre speaking of me like Iâm not right here.â
âYouâre acting like a sad lump. I told you, girls are easy. Get her flowers and write her name on them.â
âThatâs impersonal,â Sirius muttered. âSheâs not just any girl. SheâsâŚâ He trailed off, not knowing how to put it into words. She was perfect, but that hardly covers it.
âWhy donât you just ask her what she wants?â Remus asks, confused. James answers for Sirius.
âYouâll be alone forever, Moony. What girl wants you to ask? Weâre supposed to know what they want.â
âSounds like rubbish to me.â
âEnough. Both of you. Youâre horrible friends and even less help,â Sirius groans.
Remus gives him a kind look and a pat on the shoulder. âSâalright, Padfoot. Have you gotten her anything to work with?â
Sirius sighs, nodding his head. âPractically something from every shop at Hogsmeade.â
âThereâs the creepy drawing as well,â James brings up.
âIâll turn your hair green and say you did it to show your admiration toward Severus,â Sirius warns.
James puts his hands up in surrender.
Remus sighs. âCan we please stay on topic? What creepy drawing?â
âI had Roger Hughes help me paint this photograph of her and me together.â
âThatâs nice,â Remus says. âWhatâs the problem?â
âSirius is a horrible boyfriend,â James quips.
âIâm not her boyfriend,â he replies, rather mournfully. You had told him you wanted to move slowly, and heâs sure itâs because you think heâll drop you for the next girl.
âIâm worried itâs too much,â he says instead.
âWhy donât you give her a label for the holidays?â James mumbles. Remus hushes him before Sirius can strangle the boy.
James gave a dramatic sigh. âYouâll figure it out. You always do.â
Sirius let the conversation drop, gesturing for them to change the subject.
Two days later, he found you by yourself, your bag slung over your shoulder as you made your way through the corridor. He stepped up behind you, reaching for the handle of your bag to take it off your shoulder.
You flinched, and he cursed inwardly. âSorry,â he mumbled, pulling his hand back, but you shook your head.
âItâs fine,â you smiled softly, letting him take your bag. âI wasnât expecting anyone to be looking for me.â
âNo? Well, clearly theyâve been poisoned. I wouldâve come looking for you earlier had I thought youâd be alone.â He takes your hand in his free one.
You laughed quietly. âMost of my friends have left for break already.â
âShame,â he said, then added, âGood thing I found you before you started pining for their company.â He laced his fingers through yours, watching as a small smile tugged at your lips.
âActually,â he said, giving your hand a gentle squeeze, âI got you something.â
Your smile faltered slightly. âWhy?â
Sirius blinked, caught off guard. âWhat do you mean why? Itâs the holidays, love.â
You narrowed your eyes. âI thought we agreed not to do gifts. You said it was too⌠relationship-y.â
âThat was different!â Sirius protested, squeezing your hand again. âThat was for my birthday. You shouldnât be spending money on me.â
You frowned, clearly unconvinced. âYou spent money on me.â
Sirius tsks. âHush, woman. Let me finish.â Your glare and the urge to kiss you overtakes him, but he keeps his hands to himself.
âBefore I give it to you, two things. One, if you poke fun at me, Iâll be heartbroken forever. Two, if you hate it or think itâs creepyââ
âDid you get me a voodoo doll or something?â
âWhâno.â He frowns. âAs I was saying, if you think itâs weird or whatever, I can give you some of the stuff I got you at Hogsmeade. Or if you really want, I can get you basic flowers like James suggested.â
You smile hesitantly, bringing a finger to poke him in the side. âIâm sure itâll be fine.â
He sighs. âYeah, you would say that now.â He grabs something out of his bagâa poorly wrapped square... something.
He makes a move to hand it to you but takes it back. âOpen it when Iâm gone.â
âFine, fine,â he sighed, finally giving you the package.
You pulled him over to a window ledge, sitting down as you carefully unwrapped it. Your expression softened immediately, face contorting to one of surprise, then fondness. âOh.â
Sirius ran a hand through his hair, nerves creeping back in. âOh?â
He sighs. âDarling, Iâm gonna need more than that. Is that a good âohâ or a bad âohâ?â
âVery pleased âoh,ââ you say, smiling, cheeks feeling warm.
Relief washed over him. âYeah?â
Itâs a pictureâwell, a paintingâof the two of you. A very pretty one at that. The two of you are outside on the lawn, and Sirius had said something that evidently made you laugh. The way his eyes are painted almost convinces you that he likes you. Like really, really likes you.
âI didnât know you could draw, much less paint,â you add, a light tease in your words, but your eyes look so kind that he hardly cares.
âI canât. Well, I couldnât. I had to pay this RavenclawâHughesâmore than Iâm willing to admit to teach me how.âÂ
Then, uncharacteristically nervous, âSo, you like it?â You were staring rather hard.
You lean over to press a kiss to his cheek, surprising him for the first time that day.
âI love it. Itâs pretty.â wrinkling your nose sweetly, âyou put thought into it.â
âDonât get sappy now.â Then, softer, âIâd like to be your boyfriend.â
He hears your breath hitch, and heâs ready to mask his hurt feelings when you respond, âIâd like to be your girlfriend.â
Sirius grinned, his confidence returning. âYeah? Means you canât get all cozy with other boys.â
âWhat other boys?â you ask, confused and a little dazed, still looking at the painting with adoration.
âTricked you. If you agreed, I would know youâre seeing heaps of people.â
You laugh, and he canât help himself any longer, pressing his lips to yours.
You tense at first but soon melt into him, eyes closed and lips soft.
When you pull away, matching smiles are on your faces.