Summary: Sirius misses his anniversary due to Remus’ furry little problem.
As you peeked open one of your eyes, you saw that sunlight flitted through your window. The reflection hit your white blanket, and the room was filled with a soft light. Groggily opening your eyes, you sat up straight. As you looked around, you noticed the absence of the boy who had fallen asleep next to you. You weren’t entirely sure at what point he had left, but he certainly wasn’t anywhere nearby right now.
It was a little bit odd, considering today was your and Sirius’ one-year anniversary. Oh well, you thought. He’s probably taking a shower or something. I’ll see him in a minute.
You and Lily walked into the Great Hall together, laughing about something, though you couldn’t quite remember what it was. Her red hair was pulled up in a bun, her green eyes were filled with happiness.
“You excited for your one year?” Lily asked, nudging your arm with her elbow and wiggling her eyebrows. Your cheeks coloured red and you felt the corners of your mouth turn up despite yourself. You nodded happily. She let out a quick ‘Awww!’ and wrapped one arm around your shoulder as you walked towards the Gryffindor table.
As you approached your friends, James’ head shot up and flashed the both of you a quick smile. You and Lily smiled back as you plopped yourself across the table from him and Remus. Sirius was sitting on your left. You kissed his cheek and wished him a good morning. He quickly mumbled ‘Morning.’ and continued poking his eggs around the plate using the tip of his fork.
You furrowed your eyebrows. This wasn’t like him. Your mind flashed back to all the mornings he had smiled at you greatly and told you how lovely the day was, but how much better it had gotten since he’d seen you. You thought about all the previous mornings when he had over-dramatically yawned just so he could put his arm around your shoulder. But on the one day where you really wanted him to smile at you charmingly and brush a loose strand of hair behind your ear, he seemed like he couldn’t be bothered.
For a brief moment, you were hurt. You quickly composed yourself, shaking your head slightly, trying not to show the disappointment in your eyes. You reminded yourself that he might have had a bad morning. Maybe, he had slipped on soap in the shower which would have wounded not only his tailbone but also his pride. For all you know, he had already gotten in a fight with Snape, perhaps even gotten a detention. You nodded to yourself. Yes, that must be it.
Across the table from you, Remus quickly pushed his empty plate away from himself and quickly walked away, breaking into a jog as he neared the door. James leaned over and kissed Lily’s forehead, telling her that he should follow him. He flashed her a smile as he backed away, promising to see her in class. Sirius made no effort to move. You laid one of your small hands on top of his, hoping to get his attention. He stared at his hand and yours for a minute before he stood up, shrugging your hand away.
“Sorry, love. Duty calls.” He said over his shoulder as he walked in the direction of his friends. Your eyes must have reflected your confusion and hurt. Lily looked at you sympathetically.
“I’m sure there’s a logical explanation, Y/N.” Crestfallen, you nodded along with her, hardly even paying attention as the sea of students in red and golden ties swept you towards the Transfiguration room for your first class.
The rest of the day wasn’t nearly as bad, but it wasn’t particularly great, either. While Sirius didn’t ignore you, he made no indication of your anniversary. You tried desperately to not the think the worst of the situation, always trying to think on the bright side, stay optimistic. All throughout the day, when Sirius didn’t pick up on your clues, you hopelessly grasped for some kind of reassurance. You just needed something, anything, but nothing came to mind.
The date, you thought. He’s probably leaving all the grand gestures for the date.
At 6:45, you crawled your way through the One-Eyed Witch passageway, being extra careful to not ruin your dress. You had just enough time to get to you and Sirius’ meeting spot, with a few extra minutes in case the Honeydukes Staff was being difficult and you couldn’t get out right away. Once you were out of the candy shop, you quickly made your way to the restaurant Sirius had told you to meet him in a week ago.
As you looked around the restaurant, you noticed that Sirius was nowhere to be seen. You checked you watch. 6:57. He still had another couple of minutes. You slid into a booth, patiently tapping your fingers.
7:00. Quickly flitting your eyes across the room, you saw no sign of your dark-haired boyfriend. You frowned slightly, but quickly brushed it off. He’s probably just running late.
7:15. Okay, so maybe you were a little worried. But Sirius would never stand you up; there was an explanation.
7:40. Every time the bell chimed, you quickly glanced towards the door, hoping it was Sirius. Of course, it never was. You were getting pretty bitter, by this point. Forty minutes, you had been waiting. For forty minutes, you had sat alone in a booth, telling every waitress and waiter that came along that you were waiting for someone.
8:00. That did it. You had been waiting for an hour. You felt anger course through your veins. He had stood you up! On your anniversary! You pushed yourself out of your booth, face turning red from anger, and from all the sympathetic looks you were getting from random onlookers. Trying hard to ignore all the whispering, you stormed out of the restaurant.
On your way out, you quickly noted the full moon in the night sky.
Rage fuelled your storm through the corridors. Appearance no longer mattered, as your hair was all over the place, you were breathing heavily, tears of frustration had caused your makeup to run. You looked like a hot mess, and you knew it. You practically shouted the password at the Fat Lady, who swung the door open without a second thought.
You scanned the room and saw no Sirius. You turned quickly and your hair flipped out behind you. You stomped your way up the stairs towards your dormitory. As you slammed the door open, Lily was on her bed reading, Marlene McKinnon was working on a potions essay, and Mary MacDonald was writing something in a leather-bound notebook.
They all looked up at you just in time to see your anger turn into sadness and watched as you sank to the floor with your back on the door. You kept your head between your knees as you sobbed. All three of them immediately rushed over to see what was wrong.
“H-he stood me up!” you wailed as the girls exchanged looks. Lily hugged and whispered softly to you as Mary and Marlene rushed around, wrapping you in a blanket and bringing you a warm mug of tea and a box of tissues. The four of you sat in a heap on the floor until your sniffling subsided.
You woke up the next morning, wrapped in your blanket, the sun shining in as it had the day before, and the day before that. It did not take long for you to remember what had happened the night before; your could practically feel the tear stains on your cheeks. You washed your face and got ready as normal. You refused to let this get to you anymore.
You walked to the Great Hall with Lily, just like you did the morning before. This time, however, was different. There was no laughing, no light hearted banter to fill the silence between the two of you. Your jaw was steeled, you walked with a look of determination on your face.
“Are you going to say something?” Lily asked, glancing at your unsmiling face. You shrugged. Truth is, you weren’t sure if you were going to be able to say something to him without losing it like before.
Sirius was confused. There was no other word for it. First, you had entered the Great Hall without a trace of happiness, and then you had sat literally as far away from him as humanly possible. You ignored him whenever he tried to get his attention, never making eye contact throughout the whole of breakfast.
You had sat with Lily or Marlene or Mary instead of with him like you usually did. When he had attempted to talk to you at lunch, you had straight up walked away.
You were ignoring him. There was only one question on his mind; why?
“I’m telling you, she’s mad at me!”
“Well, what did you do to make her mad?”
“I don’t know, Remus!” Sirius groaned. Classes were over, and you hadn’t said a single word to him. Now, in their tiny little dorm, the four of them were trying to do homework.
“Sirius, that essay is due tomorrow. You should probably start it.” Sirius knew James was right, but he couldn’t focus when he knew something was wrong between the two of you. He grabbed a quill off of the floor and asked for the date to scribble into the top right corner.
“March 24th.” Sirius froze. March 24th. As in, yesterday was March 23rd. March 23rd.
“The anniversary!” The guys looked at him confused. “Yesterday was Y/N and I’s anniversary!” Remus turned very pale. James’s mouth fell open. Sirius shot off of the floor, determined to find his girlfriend. Remus yelled his name before he could sprint out of the room in his frenzy.
“You-you can tell her. You missed your anniversary because of me. Tell her.”
Sirius nodded and ran out of the room, yelling ‘Thanks!’ leaving his quill and ink on the floor.
He found you in your dorm room, alone, reading a book with tea in hand. You looked up when he entered the room, and your eyes widened when you realized it was him. You opened your mouth- perhaps to tell him to get out, maybe to yell at him- but before you could say anything he blurted out.
“I’m really, really sorry I missed our anniversary!” Your eyes filled with anger.
“Sirius, I sat in that restaurant for an hour. Alone!” You screeched. “Where were you? How could you possibly forget?”
“Remus is a werewolf!” he said. “Yesterday was the full moon. I was with him. I-I guess it just slipped my mind, with everything going on. I am so, so sorry, baby. I feel awful.”
“Yeah, well I feel pretty crappy, too.” At that point, what he had said dawned on you. You decided you would address it later. You sighed as you moved towards him and buried your face in his shoulder.
“I thought you forgot about me.” You stated in a small voice. Sirius felt his heart break in two. Why did you not get it? He couldn’t forget about you, not now, not ever. You lit up his world, you made him smile, you were his rock. He needed you, every week, every month, all three hundred sixty-five days of the year. He wrapped his strong arms around your tiny figure, moving so that his chin rested on top of your head. He felt you breathing raggedly, and he heard a sniffle. He knew right away that you were crying.
“Shh… S’okay, baby. I didn’t forget about you. I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.”
He held you all through the night, and when you woke up the next morning, sunlight filled the room once again.
