The library at Hogwarts was silent as always at an hour like this. The only sound you could hear was your soft breaths and the thumping of your heart as you crept your way through the gate you had just opened, pocketing your wand slowly.
The restricted section of the library was strictly forbidden, hence the name. But tonight, you found yourself creeping through the gate, on the hunt for Curses of Blood & Bone: a book you were sure would have the answers to break the curse a dark wizard had placed on your aunt.
Your aunt was your caregiver, and your best friend. She cared for you for most of your life, and when she was cursed, it broke your heart to see the strong woman you had grown up with become so weak. The healers at St.Mungos were no help, not for a case like hers.
But your aunt raised you to be resilient, and that’s exactly why you were now sneaking down the steps into the basement with determination (and a perfected disillusionment charm).
After searching for a few minutes, the sound of a shoe scuffing against the carpet made you freeze. You didn’t bother waiting to see who it was. Your search was hopeless anyway.
With all the courage you could muster, you snuck back out, quietly shutting the gate behind you. As you rounded a corner to retrieve your bag from its spot behind a bookshelf, you paused, eyes darting to a piece of parchment sitting right on top of it.
Don’t do that again. You’ll get caught.
S.
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After an unsuccessful search and an alleged close call, you rushed into class the next morning, just as Professor Slughorn was assigning the task for the day.
“Today you will be brewing Veritaserum in pairs of two. I want no funny business, and I expect results to be turned in by the end of class. Make no attempt to keep the potion, or there will be hefty points taken, and you may spend a few evenings in detention.” He instructed, returning to his desk.
Your eyes scanned the room. The room was buzzing with chatter between students, clearly already in partners. One empty seat remained beside Severus Snape.
You made your way over to his station, clearing your throat. “Do you have a partner?”
“Are you always late, or did something keep you up last night?” He asked, already digging through his bag for ingredients.
You slid into the seat behind him, leaning in, lowering your voice. “Was it you that wrote that note?”
“I don’t have a habit of writing love letters, L/n. I’m not sure what you are referring to.”
You bit your cheek. Maybe Sirius wrote it? No. Sirius in the library? Absolutely not.
Severus turned to you then, the corner of his lip twitching into an almost imperceptible smirk. “I meant what I wrote. It would be foolish to try going there again. Especially with such an…amateur disillusionment charm.”
You scoffed, though there was no real offense in it. “Amateur? I’ve been practicing. Nobody would have known I was there if you hadn’t–”
A quiet sound escaped him before he could stop himself: an involuntary huff from his nose. Almost a laugh. Just the ghost of amusement before he schooled his expression back into place. “Amateur, yes. An invisibility potion would be far more effective.” He shrugged slightly, placing down various jars and vials on the station: Jobberknoll feathers, moonstone, potioning water, and more.
“Not everyone is as…advanced as you in potion making, Snape. Some of us prefer charms.” You defended, reaching for a vial of Ptolemy, swirling the deep red liquid in the glass before popping the lid open.
“Obviously.” He stated, reaching over, his nimble fingers brushing yours as he closed the lid. “Standard potioning water first, then Ptolemy.”
“I knew that, actually.” You set the vial down, crossing your arms. “Just wanted to look at it.”
“Right. Of course.” He smirked again, this time flashing a glimpse of his teeth before pouring the potioning water into the cauldron.
“What were you doing in the library so late last night? Other than stalking me, of course.”
“I was not stalking you.”
“Answer my question.” You challenged, narrowing your eyes.
He sighed, pouring the vial of Plotemy into the cauldron. “If you must know, I was looking for more advanced potions books. Now stir this, anti-clockwise.”
You obeyed, stirring the cauldron anti-clockwise until his hand came up in a simple ‘stop’ gesture. “Now the moonstone powder. Just one spoon for now, let it dissolve.”
“I’ve never seen you let anyone else do the work. I must be special.” You grinned, following his instruction, adding a spoonful of moonstone.
“You must be stalking me, then. To notice something like that.”
“I wasn’t stalking you.” You retorted, rolling your eyes playfully.
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That night, when your dormmates had gone to sleep, you returned to the library.
You followed the same steps as the previous night, only this time, the gate to the restricted section was left slightly ajar.
You crept down the stairs to the basement with the same disillusionment charm, wand held carefully in front of you.
You paused at the corner of a shelf, listening to the quiet shuffling sounds nearby. They halted suddenly, leaving you in silence.
“I thought I told you not to come back.”
You jumped at the sudden voice, dropping your wand in the process. You watched as it suddenly rose into the air, being offered to you. Then a pale hand appeared, fingers wrapped around the wood. Then an arm. Then Severus, standing in front of you.
You accepted the wand, removing the disillusionment charm, laughing slightly. “You scared me.”
“What are you doing here?” He questioned, brow raised, head tilted slightly.
“Why’d you leave the gate open?”
He pursed his lips then, masking the grin that threatened to show. Before he could retort, you continued.
“You knew I’d follow, that’s why. And never tell me what to do, unless you want me to do the complete opposite.”
“...Noted.” He turned, continuing down the book strewn corridor. “Now, what exactly are you looking for? Or are you just being rebellious for the fun of it?”
“I was looking for a book on curses. Curses of Blood & Bone, to be exact. No luck, though. I don’t think it’s here.” You shrugged, following behind him, tucking your wand away.
“It’s here.” He stated simply, turning a corner. You continued after him, mouth falling open slightly.
“Where?”
“Patience is a virtue. Where do you think I’m taking you?”
You opened your mouth to say something, then shook your head, smiling.
He stopped in front of a shelf, finger tracing the spines of the books before stopping on a worn book with a burgundy cover. He pulled it from the shelf, holding it out to you. “What do you need this for?”
“...My aunt. Nasty curse, healers say it’s incurable. I don’t believe it.”
His expression softened into something more thoughtful then, before he turned back to the shelf, fetching another book from the top. “Then you ought to have a look in here as well. Might find something useful.”
You smiled then, your heart fluttering in your chest. “Thank you, Severus.”
“Don’t mention it. And if you…need help…then don’t hesitate to ask. I can be useful for things outside of potions too, you know.”
Coming from a pureblood family, you spent countless evenings being dragged to dinners and other lavish parties among the community. Almost everyone was completely unbearable to be around for more than ten seconds–everyone other than James Potter.
Although his family didn’t believe in blood supremacy as yours did, your parents kept them close anyway: for what? You couldn’t know. Something political or social, you’d assume. But you were thankful for it, because it got you through every single gala, sitting with James and laughing the night away.
As expected from a family like yours, your parents planned on setting you up with the best match they could as soon as they had the opportunity. Someone pureblood, preferably a Slytherin. But when they began pushing Regulus Black towards you, you couldn’t take it anymore.
It was Christmas break, and you were back home with your family, sitting through another long dinner party. You couldn’t stand the fake pleasantries, the way they all mingled and spoke so boldly about the supremacy of purebloods, almost daring the Potters to speak up as they had done before. But tonight, they stayed silent, instead letting their reputation and their tight smiles speak for them.
It was about halfway through dinner that your mother cleared her throat, setting her fork down. “Regulus has truly made a name for himself this year, Y/n. Top of his class in potions, if I’m not mistaken. Such dedication and discipline are exactly what our families should be proud of. I do hope you have considered how well the two of you might complement each other, both in ambition and standing.”
Regulus shifted uncomfortably in his seat, glancing at you for a moment before returning his gaze to the plate in front of him, not daring to speak first.
You forced a smile, realizing that you’d have to say something now that there were multiple eyes on you, expecting an answer. “Regulus is talented, certainly. But I’m afraid ambition alone does not make the best company.” You spoke carefully, avoiding Regulus’ eyes as they trailed over to you once more.
Regulus cleared his throat, his hand beginning to fidget with the cuff of his sleeve. “Your mother is right, Y/n. Surely we would make a good pair.” His voice was steady, but it lacked conviction.
You resisted the urge to roll your eyes, to storm out of there and leave them to fantasize over your future together. You knew you had to act now, or there may be no chance left to save yourself. Before you could even think twice, you blurted out a sentence you thought you’d never say.
“Actually,” You began, your voice calm but carrying an undercurrent of defiance, “I’m already dating someone.”
The room fell silent. Forks stopped mid-air, eyes snapping to you as if you had just dropped an unforgivable curse.
Regulus blinked, his fingers stilling on his sleeve. “Who?” He asked, his voice hardly above a mutter.
You couldn’t help but smile mischievously, your eyes darting to James, who was seated beside you, his jaw practically on the floor.
“James Potter.”
Your words hung in the air, and you saw your mother’s expression flicker: a mixture of both shock and disbelief. The rest of the guests exchanged glances, eyebrows raised, mouths slightly agape.
Regulus’ jaw tightened, eyes narrowing just slightly, but he said nothing. You took James’ hand, and he resisted the urge to flinch at the contact. He exhaled, almost like a laugh, catching himself before he could.
“Y/n, my love, I didn’t think we’d be telling everyone so…soon…” He said cautiously, trying not to stumble over his words.
“I know, James, but I figured we’d have to tell them sooner or later. And I didn’t want to lead Regulus on, of course.”
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When you returned to school in the new year, you had hoped that the whole fake dating charade wouldn’t have to continue, at least not when Regulus wasn’t around. But rumours had already spread like wildfire about the whole ‘relationship’, forcing the two of you to keep up the act to prevent any doubts from getting back to your parents.
James agreed to play his part well of course, willing to do anything to help you out of a future you didn’t want. But that didn’t stop him from complaining and pestering you about when it would be over, so that he could get back to romancing Lily Evans.
On the first morning officially back after the break, you sat next to James in the Great Hall, letting him catch a bit more sleep against your shoulder while you ate your breakfast. The hall was fairly quiet, as it usually was on a Monday morning. Just the sounds of clinking dishes and quiet conversations from students still rubbing the sleep from their eyes.
Then, Sirius practically burst into the room, breaking the peaceful silence in an instant as he stormed towards the two of you. “What’s this I’m hearing about the two of you?”
“Bloody hell, Sirius. It’s too early for you to be having a tantrum.” James yawned, giving Sirius a sour look.
Sirius gave him a smack to the back of his head, promptly waking him up. “Oi!” James snapped, but before he could fight back, Sirius grabbed his arms, holding him firmly in place.
“Since when are you two dating? And why,” He added, his voice rising, “did I hear this from some gossipy fifth-years in the common room?”
“Pads, relax.” James grumbled, forcefully pulling his arms from Sirius’ grasp. “We’ll talk about this later, alright?”
Sirius reluctantly backed off, dropping into the seat next to James and eyeing him with an irritated expression. “You’d think being your best friend and all, you’d mention something like this before the entire school did.”
“It just…happened. It’s not a big deal, mate.” James shrugged.
Sirius then redirected his attention towards you, his eyes sharp and his jaw clenched. “And you? You just- what, decided Potter was worth your time all of a sudden?”
You blinked, caught off guard by his biting tone. “I didn’t know I needed your approval, Black. You know James and I have been friends since before we could even speak.”
“You could’ve told me, at least. I thought we were…well, I didn’t expect to be the last to know. That’s all. And don’t turn this into a competition of who knew James longer.”
You crossed your arms, your gaze narrowing. “You’re acting like I betrayed you. Why is this such a big deal?”
Before Sirius could respond, James cleared his throat. “Alright, alright. This is getting a bit dramatic, even for my standards. Look, Sirius, we weren’t hiding this to hurt anyone.”
Sirius didn’t reply. He looked at James, then at you, his expression unreadable. He shook his head, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek in irritation.
“Whatever. Congratulations to the happy couple.” He muttered, standing up and exiting the room.
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The rest of the day went by as normally as it could go considering you were acting like James was your boyfriend. James was gracious enough to stay by your side with an arm around your shoulders or a hand in yours so that you wouldn’t get hounded and questioned alone by your peers.
The week went by agonizingly slow, filled with long stares and whispered rumours. You felt like you were constantly in the spotlight; even your dorm was not safe from invasive questions. All the girls you shared a dorm with would ask a million questions: What’s James like as a boyfriend? How did he ask you out? Is he a good kisser?
But it was getting hard to keep your story straight. And it was even harder to ignore the tightening in your chest every time Sirius walked past you in a corridor, throwing you a disapproving glance. He hadn’t spoken to you or James at all since the first day, returning to his dorm as soon as his classes were over.
It shouldn’t have bothered you, but it did. His silence felt like a punishment: for what? For lying to him? He couldn’t be that upset over something so small. It had to be something else, something deeper.
On Friday night, you, James, Remus, and Peter made a plan to hang out in the Gryffindor common room. James was nothing if not a rule-breaker, so he didn’t mind sneaking you in. In fact, he was the one that suggested it.
You were curled up in one of the cozy armchairs near the fireplace, legs tucked beneath you, listening to Remus' attempt to explain some obscure Muggle card game to Peter, who was clearly not understanding but just nodding along anyway. James had kicked his feet up onto the coffee table, tossing a die between his hands and chiming into Remus’ explanation with unhelpful commentary.
Sirius had been invited, James made it very clear. None of you actually expected him to show up, though, not when he had been avoiding you like the plague.
Which was why your breath caught in your throat when you saw him duck through the portrait hole, his worn leather jacket slung over his shoulder.
He paused in the doorway, clearing his throat. “Thought I’d stop by.” He shrugged, striding over and taking a seat in the corner, next to Remus.
The room was silent for a moment, everyone unsure of what to say. Then, James spoke up. “Didn’t think you’d show.”
“Neither did I.” Sirius replied, crossing his arms across his chest.
“I’m glad you did, though.” James corrected, sitting up a tad bit straighter.
“So, uh…are we still playing, or what?” Peter asked, reaching for a small handful of Bertie Bott’s, clearly trying to smooth over the awkward tension.
James tossed the die into Peter’s lap. “Only if you actually try to understand the rules.”
“I am trying! It’s not my fault they make these games so confusing.” Peter protested.
Sirius gave a quiet scoff, almost like a laugh. You couldn’t help but glance at him, seeing the way he fought back a smile. He didn’t meet your eyes.
“Alright, Y/n. Come here so we can start the game.” James said, patting the seat next to him.
You stood, hesitating slightly, before striding over and settling into the seat beside James. He casually threw an arm around your shoulders, like it was the most natural thing in the world.
It wasn’t. Not for you, and certainly not for Sirius.
You noticed the way Sirius’ jaw clenched slightly, the way he sat forward, fiddling with his rings, the way his eyes had narrowed at the sight of James’ arm around you.
He didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to. His eyes met yours, finally, and they said enough.
Remus shot him a quick glance, clearly noticing the tension in his posture, the way he looked like he’d snap any second. Before he could say something to try to cool him off, James chimed in, oblivious as ever.
“So, Peter, you’re the dealer, yeah?”
Peter muttered something about needing the instructions again, which received an exasperated sigh from Remus, but your focus had drifted to Sirius. You could feel his gaze burning into you; it wasn’t constant, but it returned every few seconds as if he couldn’t help himself.
And when James leaned in closer to explain a rule to you, Sirius stood up abruptly.
“Think I’ll go grab something from the kitchens.” He muttered, pulling his leather jacket on. He didn’t bother asking if anyone wanted anything, already heading for the door. He threw one last glance at you before slamming the door shut behind him.
“I...think I’ll go with him.” You said, standing up.
“I don’t think that's a good idea, Y/n.” James said, biting the inside of his cheek.
“I know he’s upset with me, but I can’t carry on like this. I need to resolve this now.” Before anyone could say anything, you slipped out the door, falling into a slow jog to try to find Sirius.
You spotted him walking down a corridor in the opposite direction of the kitchen, following at a distance. The halls were silent at this hour. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears, and the way your breath hitched every time you thought Sirius might spot you.
A few minutes later you found yourself climbing the spiralling stairs to the Astronomy Tower. The air grew colder as you reached the top, stepping outside. You could see your breath in the air in front of you, could feel the goosebumps that raised on your skin, but you paid it no mind, because there he was. Standing with his back to you, looking off into the distance.
“Sirius.” Your voice broke the silence, barely above a whisper.
He didn’t turn right away, instead letting out a breath. “Didn’t think you’d follow.”
“I had to.” You said, stepping forward, taking your place beside him at the railing. “I can’t stand you ignoring me. I want to fix this. I’m sorry, alright?”
“You think you can just waltz in here and make everything okay by saying sorry?”
Your hands curled around the railing, your knuckles turning white. “I’m not pretending it’s easy, Sirius. I’m here because I don’t want to lose you.”
He let out a dry laugh, one that held no real humour. “Lose me? I feel like I’ve been losing you.”
You swallowed hard, your chest tightening. “So what do I need to do?” You whispered, voice cracking slightly. “Tell me. Please.”
He looked away, jaw tightening. “It’s not that simple.”
“Look. James and I…” You began, but he cut you off.
“You really chose him, Y/n? You chose James?”
You never thought you’d hear him say his best friend’s name with such venom in his tone. And when his eyes met yours once more, you opened your mouth, but no words came out.
He shook his head, a bitter laugh falling from his lips. “Of course you did. Why wouldn’t you, right? The golden boy, James Potter. Always knows what to say. Always gets the girl in the end, right?”
“Sirius, it’s not like that, I-”
“Then what is it like, huh?” he snapped. “Because from where I’m standing, it sure as hell looks like you’re more than happy to let everyone know you're his. Including me.”
“What is this really about, Sirius? I get it, we hid it from you, but this is a bit much, even for you. I’m not stealing James from you, all he’s wanted is to have everything back to normal, to have you back to normal.” You spat out, your tone defensive.
“It’s not about James, it’s about you.”
“Make me understand. I don’t know what's going on, I don’t understand why you can’t see that I-” You took a breath, letting go of the railing. “What is it about me? Do you not like having me around?”
Sirius scoffed, turning his head away from you again as if looking at you physically hurt. “Oh please, you’re not stupid, Y/n. Don’t act like you don’t know what it is.”
Your gut wrenched. “If I knew, I wouldn’t be asking.”
He turned to face you fully now, eyes sharp but almost exhausted. “Watching you with James feels like some sick joke. And I don’t know why it gets to me so much, but it does. And I can’t stop thinking about it. About you.”
“Then stop pushing me away, Sirius. Talk to me. Because I’m standing here now, and I don’t know where we go from here if you don’t.”
“I can’t. Not when you’re still his. Not when every time I look at you, all I can think about is the fact that I was too late.”
“You weren’t too late.”
He shook his head tiredly. “Don’t do that. Don’t try to soften it now.”
“I’m not.” You stepped closer, close enough that he had no choice but to look at you. “You think I would’ve followed you out here if this didn’t matter to me? If you didn’t matter to me?”
His jaw tensed again, his cheek twitching. “Why him, Y/n? Why James?”
“It’s…not what it looks like. I never wanted to hurt you.”
“Doesn’t make it hurt any less. Doesn’t make me feel any less mad. You’ve made me this way, Y/n, you’ve driven me mad. You don’t get it, do you? Every time I see you with him, every time I see the way you laugh with him like he’s the only person that’s ever mattered to you–”
He broke off, pain flashing across his face. “I hate it. I hate it because I want to be the one making you smile like that.”
You were speechless, but it was fine, because he had plenty more to say.
“I’ve tried not to care. But it's you, Y/n, it's always been you. And I can’t just stand there and watch you love someone else when I’d give anything for it to be me.”
He ran a hand through his hair, letting out a breath. He noticed the way you shivered slightly, and his jacket was pulled off in an instant. “Fuck, you’re cold, aren’t you?”
He placed the jacket around you, pulling the front together to keep you warm before continuing.
“If you’re going to tell me that I imagined it all, that I imagined whatever this thing is between us, just do it now. Because I’m tired of feeling like this.”
You stared at him, eyes glossy and breath caught in your throat.
“I didn’t want this to happen like this,” you whispered.
He shook his head slightly. “Just say it so we can be done with this.”
“It’s fake. James and I…we’re not real. We never were, and we never will be.”
His brows furrowed. “What?”
“It was a lie. A stupid lie, to get my mother off my back because she wanted me to be with Regulus. James went along with it to help me out, and we didn’t plan on bringing the lie to Hogwarts, but it had already gotten around by the time we arrived. That’s all it is.”
He took a step back, letting out a breath, Not relief, not yet. Especially when his brother’s name had been mentioned. He pushed his thoughts about Regulus aside, determined to focus on the confession at hand. “So…you’re not together?”
You shook your head. “I thought I could handle pretending, but I couldn’t. Not after you stopped talking to me. It hurt, Sirius.”
He was still, hands flexing at his sides, trying to find the right words.
You stepped closer to him, swallowing. “It’s not just you who feels something.”
Sirius stared at you like he was expecting to wake up from a dream, like you weren’t real.
“You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted to hear that.” His hand cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing against your cheekbone. “Tell me this is real. Tell me this isn’t pretending.” He whispered, his lips almost brushing against yours.
“It’s real.” You nodded, closing the distance between you two.
He was gentle at first, kissing you as if you’d break. But when you pulled him in by the loops of his pants, he threw caution to the wind. His kiss was desperate, hungry, and filled with all the pent up frustration he had been feeling. His hands found your waist under his jacket, pulling you flush against him, his fingers digging into your soft skin.
Sirius groaned softly against your lips, one hand sliding up the back of your neck to tangle in your hair, kissing you impossibly deeper.
When you finally separated, he was breathing heavily, his lips slightly red. He didn’t let go of you. He couldn’t. Instead, he rested his forehead against yours. “Took us long enough.”
The lights were blinding, the bass was heavy, and The Marauders were in their element: on stage, rocking the roof off of the small bar. Sirius’ fingers were flying across the strings of his bass guitar, lost in the thrill of the performance.
And then, his eyes locked onto a particular individual in the crowd: you. Dressed in that mini skirt that left little to the imagination, too lost in the heat of the crowd to bother tugging the hem down even as it rode up your thighs.
To him, you looked like sin: and he was nothing if not one to indulge in all of his filthiest desires.
You weren’t sure what you had expected from Remus’ bandmates: maybe someone a bit more like him, lanky and a bit nerdy, considering how much time they spent together. Definitely not someone like him, someone with a cigarette tucked behind their ear and enough ego to knock the breath out of you.
His fingers kept working at the strings of his bass, but his attention was fixated entirely on you, on the way your head tilted ever so slightly, the way your lips curled into a small, knowing smile.
In the aftermath of their intense performance, Sirius walked backstage with his bandmates, his chest heaving with heavy breaths from the exhilaration of the show. His breath caught in his throat when he caught sight of you, standing right there in the backstage area, your fingers toying with the stick of the lollipop you were currently enjoying.
Before he could approach, Remus cut him off in his advance, pulling you into a side hug. “Did you enjoy the show?” He asked you, Sirius’ eyes lingering on your lips as you popped the candy out of your mouth.
“Not bad at all, Rem.” You admitted begrudgingly, shooting him a cheeky grin. He chuckled at your words, releasing you from his arm.
“And who might this be, Moony?” Sirius cut in, crossing his arms over his chest. You felt the heat of his gaze burning into you and it took every ounce of strength in you to keep your knees from buckling at the smoothness of his voice.
You couldn’t help but look him up and down, taking in the way his bass guitar was still slung across his body, his leather jacket hugging his shoulders. Sirius noticed, and he couldn’t help but smirk at your obvious ogling.
“This is my sister, Sirius.” Remus replied, his brows furrowing slightly at Sirius’ flirtatious look.
Sirius’ brows shot up in surprise, though his lips quickly curled into a grin as he took his guitar off, beginning to pack it into his case. “Ah, so this is the famous Y/n, hm? A pleasure to meet you, darling.”
He offered a hand to you, the coolness of his skin leaving goosebumps across your skin as he shook yours. You could feel the calluses on his fingertips grazing over your soft flesh, your thumb just barely brushing across the veins on the top of his hand.
Remus cleared his throat, scratching the back of his head. He opened his mouth to speak, but you beat him to it.
“Famous? What have you heard about me?” You questioned, your brows raising in curiosity. Sirius let go of your hand, letting it fall back to his side as he shrugged.
“Ah, you know. Remus told us all about his darling sister. Only he forgot to mention how breathtaking you are.” His teeth seemed to sparkle in the dim backstage lights, and it made your stomach flutter with an all too familiar feeling.
Remus crossed his arms, shaking his head. “If I didn’t know any better, Pads, I would’ve accused you of flirting with my sister. Surely you wouldn’t though. Of course not.”
“Of course not.” Sirius agreed, shooting his friend a charming smile. “I’m only complimenting her. You know my heart belongs to you alone.” He teased with a nudge of his shoulder, eliciting a roll of Remus’ eyes.
“Right.” He replied, taking your arm. “Alright, Y/n, we should get going, yes? I do have somewhere to be in the morning, so I’d like to get as much rest as I can.”
“Nonsense, Moony. The nights barely started yet. If you’re so keen on going home, let me drive her home later.” Sirius shrugged, setting his guitar in its case and locking it shut.
“You? Drive her home? On that deathtrap you call a motorcycle? No way in hell.”
Your eyes lit up at the mention of his motorcycle. You’d seen it in photos that Remus had shown you, and you’d been dying to feel the thrill of the wind whipping through your hair, especially in the company of a ruggedly handsome man like Sirius. “Rem, it’s fine, I’ll stay back for a bit. It’s been a while since I’ve been out anyway.”
“I promise I’ll get her back in one piece. Now go get your beauty sleep, grandpa.” Sirius smirked, and before Remus could retort, you felt Sirius tugging at your arm, pulling you out of the backstage area and into the main bar area. You couldn’t help but let out a chuckle at his abruptness as he led you to the bar, leaning an arm against it and signaling for the bartender.
“I’ll do a JD and Coke. Make it a double. And for the lady, a Sex on the Beach?” He shot you a cheeky grin, turning his head towards you as the bartender began working on the drinks. “Figured you’d like something sweet.”
You raised a brow at his assumption, folding your arms across your chest. “A Sex on the Beach? Seriously?”
“That is my name, darling.” He chuckled at his own joke, his eyes drifting over your figure for a moment before meeting your gaze again. “Is that not your style? My apologies, love. Maybe you’re more of an Appletini girl. Lightweights do love a good Appletini.”
“What makes you think I’m a lightweight, hm?” You questioned, eyeing the drinks as the bartender slid them towards the two of you, the ice clinking softly against the glasses. With a wicked smirk, you grabbed both glasses, claiming the Jack and Coke and pushing the Sex on the Beach towards him.
Before he could argue, you downed the drink, the carbonation and the burn of the whiskey making your eyes water momentarily. With a thud, you slammed the glass down onto the bar counter, the burn still tingling on your tongue.
“Go on, enjoy your fruity cocktail, Sirius.” You wiped your lips slowly, your gaze daring him to keep up with your defiance.
He eyed the lipstick mark you had left on the whiskey glass, a ghost of a smile tugging at his lips. With a silent toast, he raised his glass, taking an unflinching sip. He set the glass down, his jaw tightening and one hand curling around the edge of the counter.
“Well played,” He said, his voice low. “But this drink is awful. You’re buying the next round.”
“No way. You did that to yourself, making assumptions like that. It’s what you deserve.”
“You’re cruel, Y/n.” He chuckled, shaking his head. “And you’ve got quite the sharp tongue, hm?” He said, swirling around the brightly coloured drink like it offended him. “Couldn’t run in the family, surely. Remus is much more…boring, for lack of a better word.”
“Remus is smart,” You replied, leaning in slightly. “I’m the more reckless one. You’ll want to keep that in mind.”
Time slipped by easily after that. The drinks kept coming and the conversation flowed easily: teasing, whispered flirtation, the brush of hands when you’d reach for your drinks. Somewhere between the third round of drinks Sirius rambled on about the time he convinced Remus to ride on the back of his bike and he almost fell off. You couldn’t help but laugh, your cheeks heating up at the way he smiled back at you.
You were pretty tipsy, and you could tell he was feeling a buzz too, but he wasn’t nearly as drunk as you. Perhaps he was right in his assumption that you were a lightweight.
The crowd in the bar had thinned throughout the night, now almost empty, excluding the two of you and a couple of people too drunk to stumble out. It left the two of you in a comfortable silence accompanied by the soft hum of the neon sign behind the counter. The dim lights casted long shadows along your faces, the air smelling of spilled liquor.
“So,” he drawled, tapping the edge of his glass, his rings clinking against it. “Is this the part when you tell me I’m not your type?”
You tilted your head. “You are my type. That’s the problem.”
Sirius grinned. He refused to show that he was caught off guard by your blunt response, instead pushing himself out of his seat and offering a hand to you. “Let me show you something better than watered-down drinks and the smell of liquor.”
“Is this the part where you try to seduce me with your motorcycle?”
“Seduce? No. Impress? Definitely.”
Sirius led you out of the dimly lit bar into the cool air of the night, one hand shoved into the pocket of his leather jacket while the other twirled his keys around his finger. “You ever ridden before?”
“What, a bike?”
“Is that what you thought I meant?” He said, glancing back at you with an infuriatingly cocky smirk.
You rolled your eyes, shaking your head and biting back a smile. “Can’t say I have.” You said, biting back a smile. “But I’m a quick learner.”
He didn’t answer right away, instead swinging a leg over the seat and settling down onto the bike. “Good. Hop on, love. And hold on tight, will you? Can’t have you falling for me so soon.”
Five minutes later you were whipping down the streets on the back of his bike, arms wrapped tightly around his waist, adrenaline coursing through your veins. Somewhere between the rush of wind and the press of his back against your chest, you wondered just how far things could go if you let them, and what Remus would think.
The ride was over far too soon, and you found yourself reluctant to pull yourself away from him, basking in the scent of leather, cigarettes, and something reckless. Something dangerous.
“You’ve got to let go of me if you plan on getting home tonight, love.” He said, chuckling. You released your grip on him, letting your hands fall to your sides as he swung his leg over and climbed off. You followed after him as he walked you to your door in silence, the tension almost suffocating.
He paused at the doorstep, looking at you with an expression you recognized: hunger. He stepped towards you, but before he could do anything, you hesitated, placing a hand on his chest.
“Remus would kill us.” You whispered, your gaze flicking between his eyes and his lips.
Sirius exhaled, his voice rough. “I know. But I can’t bring myself to care enough to stop.”
Your breath caught in your throat as the two of you stood there in silence for a moment. Then, he leaned in, and your hand, meant to stop his advances, curled around the fabric of his shirt instead.
His lips met yours like he had been waiting for this moment all night: hungry, rough, and desperate as his hand cupped your cheek. And you kissed him back like you didn’t care about the consequences either.
When he finally pulled back, your head was spinning.
“Tell Remus I dropped you home safe and sound,” he said, walking backwards towards his bike, that devilish smirk still firmly in place. “And maybe leave out the part where I kissed you breathless.”
Smoke curled lazily upwards towards the ceiling of Sirius’ flat, the recently extinguished cigarette in his crystal ashtray glowing with fiery embers on his bedside table.
You laid next to him, his sheets just barely covering the bottom half of your body, while the upper half laid exposed to the humid post-sex air.
His hair was a mess on the pillow: his low bun had come undone during your nightly session. Strands fell every which way down his pillow, small hairs sticking to his forehead from the perspiration on his now sticky skin.
Weeks had passed since your interview with Sirius. That fateful night led you down a path you never expected to take–but you wouldn’t have had it any other way. Well–you probably would, actually.
Although your “relationship” with Sirius was strictly sexual, as decided on the very first night, the countless nights you spent laying by his side had quickly grown your fondness for him in ways you never expected. So if you could have it any other way, you would have him by your side as your partner.
Every night was both the same and yet so different: you’d usually attend his show if you didn’t have other plans, and he’d take you back to his place on his motorcycle. If you weren’t at the show, you knew to be waiting at his place for him when he got back; he had even given you your own key to his flat.
He’d treat you real good, making you a drink and carrying you off to his bedroom where you’d spend hours tangled in the sheets together. He’d clean you up afterwards, bring you a glass of water, and a kiss goodnight, whether you decided to stay over or not. If not, he’d walk you down the street to your place, and tell you that he’d see you tomorrow.
You had gotten used to your little routine, and it never got old. Not until the night he fell asleep before you, and you caught a glimpse of his sleeping figure; his normally sharp features softened, and so did your heart.
You now lay there, staring up at the ceiling and wondering how the hell you became so whipped for this boy.
“What’s on your mind, gorgeous?” His voice broke you out of your thoughts, and you turned your head, being faced with Sirius now laying on his side, his head propped up on his arm. “Quite deep in thought there, aren’t you?”
You pulled the sheets up to your neck, suddenly feeling incredibly exposed–both physically and mentally.
“Everything alright?” Sirius asked, his voice laced with concern. He sat up, leaning on his arm.
“Yeah, everythings fine. Sorry.”
“No need to apologize. Just wanna make sure you’re still with me. You looked like you were in your own world.” He chuckled, reaching over to brush a strand of hair behind your ear.
With him now leaning above you like that, your heart thumped, and you were sure he could hear it beating against your chest.
“Well now you look like you want another round.” He continued, a smirk spreading across his lips. “Insatiable, aren’t you, Y/n?”
Fucking him again would be an easy way out of your thoughts, wouldn’t it? There's no doubt that he makes your mind go blank. You grinned up at him, pushing him back down to his side of the bed before straddling him.
Before you knew it, you were riding him, his slender hands gripping the plush of your hips, chipped black nails nearly digging into your skin. No matter what position, he couldn’t help but take control–pushing you down onto his pelvis to bring himself impossibly deeper as he bucked his hips upwards.
When he finally had enough of your slow, teasing pace, he flipped you over onto your back, strands of hair hanging over his face as he drove into you with his signature roughness. His hand quickly found its way around your throat, squeezing lightly, just enough, as he always did. His other hand firmly gripped your waist, his thumb digging its print into your stomach.
“Sirius,” You whined, but he moved his hand from your throat to your mouth, effectively shutting you up.
“Shh, can't have you waking up my neighbours again, yeah? Oh, you poor thing. You just can’t help it, can you, dove?” He mocked you, but you loved it.
The muscles in his abdomen flexed as he pounded in and out of you, the pillow shoved behind his bed frame hardly covering up the noise of it creaking and moving back and forth. He leaned in, pressing sloppy kisses, licks, and bites to your neck, the cool metal of his tongue piercing sending shivers and goosebumps down your skin.
You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him impossibly closer: you needed more, if not all of him. Your cries of pleasure were muffled into his hand, while your own hands travelled up to his scalp, tangling themselves into his hair, slightly pulling against his roots. You knew that always elicited a groan from him, and it sure as hell did this time. Sirius threw his head back, basking in the feeling of your nails scraping against his scalp.
“God, Y/n, you’re perfect. My perfect girl.” He spoke, low and gravelly and laced with lust.
You could only whimper and whine in response, eyes almost rolling back with pleasure as he moved a hand down to rub your clit with his thumb. “You gonna cum for me, love? Come on, give it to me.”
You didn’t have to be told twice: his demanding words, paired with his cock rubbing against your insides and his thumb toying with your clit brought you right over the edge. Your cunt contracted around him, your entire body spasming with pleasure as he fucked you through your orgasm. Your climax coaxed his own out of him, and he pulled out, cumming onto your stomach with shudders and shallow breaths.
He collapsed beside you, chest rising and falling in an erratic rhythm, similar to his thrusts.
Your legs shook with aftershocks of your orgasm as you stared up at the familiar ceiling.
The both of you laid there in a comfortable quietness, the only sound being laboured breathing from the both of you. After a few minutes, he got up, returning with a warm, wet rag to clean you up.
You watched as he cleaned you up as always, though your stomach fluttered more intensely than ever before. Sirius noticed the look in your eyes, stopping his actions.
“I knew something was up. Look, I didn’t want to assume earlier, I didn’t want to be a cocky bastard, but–”
“You didn’t want to be a cocky bastard? Are you suddenly a changed man?” You cut him off, trying desperately to change the subject. If Sirius knew of your feelings, you could lose him, and that was the absolute last thing you wanted.
Sirius rolled his eyes, tossing the rag and getting back in bed next to you. “Cmon now, let me finish.”
“Alright, alright.” You swallowed thickly, subconsciously holding your breath.
“You have feelings for me, don’t you, Y/n?”
Your stomach dropped. The butterflies in your stomach were quickly swatted away with a sense of impending doom.
“Your expression tells me everything. Fuckin hell, Y/n. We agreed that this was just a bit of fun.”
You sat up, your jaw tightening–you knew if you didn’t get out of there, you’d cry. You threw the sheets off of you, standing up and beginning to get dressed.
“Where are you going?” He questioned, standing up and putting his boxers on.
“Home.” You responded quickly, grabbing your bag and rushing out of his bedroom.
“Y/n, wait.” He followed you out into the living room, but you were already slipping your shoes on.
“Goodnight, Sirius.” You stated, reaching for the doorknob. His cool hand gripped your wrist, making you freeze. Tears pricked your eyes, threatening to spill.
“Slow down. I never said I didn’t feel the same. You’re always jumping to conclusions, aren’t you?”
You turned your head to look at him, a tear rolling down your cheek. His expression softened, and he took your other hand in his.
“Come on, don’t cry.” He chuckled softly, cupping your cheek and wiping your tears away with his thumb.
You opened your mouth to speak, but no words came out. Your throat was drier than the Sahara, and you didn’t know what to say.
“Well then, I guess if you’re not gonna say anything, I’ll let you go home.” He shrugged, letting go of you. He always knew how to push your buttons.
“No, wait.” You spoke, looking up at him. “I–”
“You have feelings for me, yeah?”
You nodded, looking back down at your feet.
“Yeah, well, I like you too. More than I should. So let's just cut the shit and get together, yeah? I mean, the media already speculated that we’re dating, let’s give them what they want. And, well, what we want.”
Your expression quickly shifted from embarrassed to happier than you’ve ever been, and you pulled him into a tight embrace, your cheek pressed against his bare chest.
He rubbed your back, wrapping his other arm around you, just as tight as you were holding him. He chuckled, pressing a kiss to your head.
Neon lights casted a vibrant pink and blue glow onto the cracked pavement outside of Platform Nine, a quaint concert venue and club all in one, that pulsed with life. Inside, the air was thick–humid with sweat, perfume, and the blaring music bouncing off the walls. Music thrummed through the floors, bass sending waves of vibration up the stilettos of women on the dancefloor. Laughter, flirtatious murmurs, and sounds of shakers behind the bar hummed lowly underneath the beats of the music–proving Platform Nine to be the most live venue on the street.
You were settled outside, perched on the back steps of the building with a cigarette between your fingers. Even outside you could feel the beats of the music thumping in your chest, but you were unphased–it came with your lifestyle.
As the lead guitarist of Divination, most of your nights began like this.
“We should head in, Y/n. We’re on in ten.” Your bandmate, Lily, spoke, fanning away the smoke from your cigarette and scrunching her nose.
“Yeah, you go on. I’ll be there in a minute.” You replied, giving her a reassuring smile.
“I’ll take that.” She plucked the cigarette from your fingers, tossing it to the pavement and crushing it with the bottom of her shoe. Before you could retort, she gave you a cheeky grin, running inside through the backdoor.
You rolled your eyes, smiling–she had been your best friend since highschool, and god knows she’s been telling you to quit smoking since the day you met.
Since the day the band was formed, you’ve had one particular rule–you would never start a show without scoping out the crowd first. Whether big or small, you’d go on–you just wanted to know what you were getting into.
With the muscle memory of your rule, you headed down the side alley of the venue, turning a corner to be faced with the neon sign reading Platform Nine shining on your face. It had always been your favourite venue, particularly for the vibe, and the crowd that it attracted. It was guaranteed that if you were performing at Platform Nine, you’d be gaining some new fans, and that was important for your band.
Despite the inside of the venue being very much alive with party goers, the outside was quiet, minus the sound of music. No long line of people–just cars whooshing by and a few people with “normal” plans walking down the sidewalk. The coolness of the night air sent goosebumps up your legs, barely covered by the fabric of your fishnet stockings.
For the most part, you were all alone–or so you thought. As you approached the front door, a voice broke the “silence”.
“Are you lost?”
You turn on the heel of your boot, finding yourself face to face with a tall, sleek (and extremely hot) figure, long black hair blowing over his sharp cheekbones in the breeze of the night. He almost looked too good to be true–and with the way his hair was flowing in the wind, you felt like you were in a very cheesy (bollywood) movie.
“Sorry?” You ask, raising a brow at his question.
“I said, are you lost. Don’t think I’ve seen you at Platform before.” He spoke, shoving his slender hands into his pockets to shield them from the night air.
“Well then you must be blind.” You retort, crossing your arms. You certainly did not have the time for useless flirtation tactics, especially when you were supposed to be on stage in five minutes. You were used to this kind of thing, however, it was undeniable that there was something particularly alluring about him.
His brows furrowed at your response, though a smirk quickly curled the corner of his lips. “Tenacious, aren’t you?”
“Quite.” You responded flatly, uncrossing your arms and turning back towards the doors.
“I’ll see you inside, then, yeah? Where can I find you?”
“On stage.” You countered, and though your back was facing him, he could feel you smirking as you made your way inside.
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You made it onstage just in time, your bandmates unphased–they were used to your lack of urgency. The crowd hushed to a low hum at the presence of your band on stage, providing Lily with a moment to introduce the band. As you slung your guitar around your neck, you noticed a certain individual in the crowd–the same man from outside. You leaned over to Lily, speaking lowly in her ear. “I’ll take this one, Lils.”
Lily nodded, stepping aside to let you take your place in front of the microphone.
You wrapped a hand over the mic on its stand, the dim glow of the stage lights glimmering in the glossy maroon lacquer painted on your nails. You brought your mouth a few inches away from the microphone, beginning to speak.
“How’s everyone doing tonight?” You spoke casually, beaming at the crowd's roaring response in cheers and whistles.
“That’s what I like to hear. Listen, we’ve got some good music coming your way in just a minute, but first, let's get you acquainted. We’ve got Mary on drums, Marly on bass, Lily on vocals, and of course, me on your lead guitar.” The crowd cheered as Mary played a quick drum roll, Marly strummed a quick riff, and Lily bowed.
“Now, who’s ready to rock?” You questioned, Mary counting the four of you in before the crowd even had a moment to respond.
Your performance nearly rocked the roof off of the venue, the crowd quickly erupting into a frenzy of dancing and cheering. You tapped the heel of your boot to the beat of the drums, strumming your fingers up and down your guitar, feeling every chord echo through your body, dancing through your chest along with the notes of Lily’s powerful voice.
Normally you wouldn’t pay such meticulous attention to the people in the crowd, but your eyes continuously found one man in the sea of people.
He weaved his way through the crowd, making his way right to the front–just in time for your solo.
As part of your usual routine, you got down on your knees, your fingers dancing wildly across the strings of your guitar, nearly drawing blood as you crushed your solo. You locked eyes with him, a curtain of wild hair obstructing your view, and he grinned, clearly enjoying your performance.
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After the show, you made your way backstage, the roar of the crowd fading away in the music that resumed its blaring through the speakers. Divination had certainly livened up the place even more than before, the crowd more rowdy than ever, almost everyone on the dancefloor.
There was only one thing on your mind–the mysterious man in the crowd. He had disappeared some time during your final song, and although your mind was telling you it was a bad idea to go looking for him, you found it hard to battle the impulse.
Regardless, you made your way out the back door for another smoke–you’d need it before you headed back inside to interact with your recent audience.
As you hopped down the steps, you heard the crunch of a footstep on gravel, just around the corner in the alleyway. Although any normal person would probably take this as a sign to head back inside, you peered around the corner, only to be met with the very sight you were hoping for.
There he was again, leaning against the brick wall, one arm folded across his chest and the other holding a cigarette up to his lips.
He blew smoke from his mouth, turning his head towards you.
“I was hoping I’d catch you out here. I was almost 100% sure you were a smoker, I smelled it on you when we met outside.” He spoke, his voice velvet-smooth, low, and dangerous. Each syllable that rolled off his tongue clouded your senses more and more, commanding your attention.
You knew he would be trouble, but so were you.
“I’m not sure if I should be offended that you’re saying I smell like a smoker, or flattered that you paid such close attention.” You responded, your calloused fingers reaching into your pocket for your pack of cigarettes, removing one from the box with your mouth before stashing it back in your pocket. You reached for your lighter, but he put a hand out, reaching into his own pocket with the other hand.
“Allow me.” He flipped open the lighter, flicking it to life and holding it up to the cigarette in your mouth. “And I’m sure I wouldn’t have to pay close attention to smell it, you reek. No offense, of course.” He teased, that stupid smirk quickly plastering itself on his face again. “But anyway, I was paying attention.”
“Do I really?” You question, burying your nose into your leather jacket to investigate for yourself.
“Nah, not really. I’m just teasing.”
“Mm. Okay.” You roll your eyes. You couldn’t help but smile. “Did you enjoy the show, mystery man?”
“Mystery man? Is that my name, now?”
“You never told me your name.” You argued.
“Yet I know yours. Y/n, is it? Lovely name. And yes, to answer your question, I did enjoy the show.”
“I’m sure you did. You slithered your way to the front, didn’t you?”
“So you were watching me, then?” He teased.
“Observant, aren’t you?” You quipped, rolling your eyes yet again. “You still haven’t told me your name.”
“Forgive me, miss Y/n. Sirius. Sirius Black. Now tell me, when can I see you again?”
“Two quick interactions and you’re already wanting more?”
“How could I not? Beautiful, feisty, and good with her hands. What more could I want?” He joked, chuckling at his own words.
“Oh, you’re dirty.” You said wryly, provoking another chuckle from Sirius.
“So are you, judging by your lack of disgust.” He remarked wittily, flicking away his cigarette, the dim embers fading away on the pavement. “Give me your number.”
“Not much of a romantic, are you?” You commented sarcastically.
“I suppose you’ll have to find that out for yourself, yeah?”
James Potter was your boyfriend, and the lead guitarist of The Marauders, the hottest band of the year.
Sure, he may act quite raunchy on stage, but in the comfort of your flat, he played the doting boyfriend role all too well. Your relationship with James would be proven to be too good to be true soon enough.
It was the night of one of The Marauders’ concerts in a small venue in London. The venue boomed with the bass of Sirius Black’s guitar, and the music was so loud you could feel it thumping in your chest. You remained backstage, as always, watching your boyfriend and his bandmates from the side with a content smile. You had been with James since they had started up their band, and your pride in how far they have come never faltered.
As the final song of their set came to an end, the crowd roared with applause and cheers, queuing the boys to take their bows for the night.
James, however, didn’t seem to be done with the crowd just yet. Sitting on his knees at the edge of the stage, he took one of his fans by the chin, leaning in close to her face. Your stomach burned as you watched the scene unfold in front of you, leaning further into the wing to get a view of what the crowd was hollering about.
Just then, James kissed her. He kissed the fan, and the crowd went wild.
Your stomach dropped, your heart ached, and your eyes welled with tears. How could he do this? It didn’t matter if it was some stupid crowd work. He was your boyfriend, and he had just kissed a random girl.
You marched backstage, wiping the tears streaming down your cheeks. As you made your way to the back door, you felt a hand take your wrist, gentle but strong enough to stop you in your tracks.
You turned around, slapping what you thought was James right across the face, tears blurring your vision. When he stumbled back, brushing long strands of black hair out of his face, you realized you hadn’t slapped James: you had slapped Sirius.
“Sirius! I–thought you were James, I’m so sorry-”
“No harm done, Y/n. Just caught me off guard, that's all.” Sirius chuckled, trying to lighten your mood a bit.
Your tears immediately resumed their course down your cheeks, causing Sirius to frown.
“I’m sorry, Y/n. I…I don’t know what James was thinking.” He continued, placing a hand on your shoulder.
You pulled him into a tight embrace, crying into his chest. Sirius, despite his surprise, moved a hand to your back, rubbing up and down.
James jogged into the backstage area, spotting the two of you. He approached, rubbing the back of his neck.
“Shit, Y/n, I…I’m sorry. I–” James began, though Sirius quickly cut him off.
“Save it, James. Just piss off. She doesn’t want to hear it,”
“Oh, so now you speak for my girlfriend? What’s all this about?” He pointed between the two of you, his expression turning from guilt to anger within seconds.
Sirius scoffed, letting go of you. He moved a hand to your waist, keeping you tightly at his side. “You’re seriously going to accuse us of something after you just cheated on her? You’re unbelievable. Come on, Y/n, you can stay at my place.”
He began ushering you out with him, but James grabbed Sirius by the arm, yanking him away.
“Back off, Sirius. She’s my girlfriend, not yours. I don’t know what you’re trying to do here, but I won’t have it.”
Sirius, fueled by the disappointment and anger he felt towards his best friend, raised his fist, punching James across the face. James stumbled back in shock, holding his cheek.
“She’s not your girlfriend anymore. Go fuck that rando you decided to kiss on stage or something.” Sirius spat out, taking your hand and leaving the building with you. He led you to his bike, handing you his helmet.
Too stunned to speak, you put the helmet on in silence, getting on the back of his bike.
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After driving the both of you to his flat, he guided you upstairs. You were familiar with his living space, having spent countless nights by James’ side while he hung out with the rest of the band.
“Forget about him, Y/n.” He mumbled, shaking his head in disappointment
“That’s easier said than done, Sirius. I just–I need time to process this.”
He nodded, sighing. “Yeah, me too. I don’t know what's going to happen to the band now.” He paused, thinking to himself for a moment. “Let’s just sleep on it, yeah? You can stay in my room, I’ll take the couch.”
“I’m not going to take your room from you, Sirius. That isn’t fair.”
“It isn’t up to you. My flat, my rules. But…I’m going to have to go tidy it up first. I’ll be back. Just make yourself comfortable.”
With that, he retreated to his room, leaving you in the empty living room. You sat down on the couch, your head swimming with thoughts of what had happened.
When Sirius returned to get you, he found you sound asleep on the couch. He shook his head, rolling his eyes. “Way to get out of sleeping in my bed, Y/n.”
He carefully picked you up, carrying you to his room and setting you down on the bed. He pulled the covers onto you, heading to the couch and shutting the door on his way out.
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The next morning, Sirius woke up to the smell of breakfast filling his home. He sat up, rubbing his eyes and peering over to the kitchen. He spotted you in the kitchen, clad in one of his t-shirts, plating some fresh pancakes and fruit.
He made his way over, stretching his arms. “Good morning, Y/n.”
“Morning. Did I wake you?”
“Only the smell of actual food did. That may be the first time that stove has been used for something other than ramen.”
You laugh, handing him a plate. “Well, I’m happy I can provide your body with actual food for once, then.” You made your way over to the table with your own plate, continuing. “I borrowed a shirt from your closet. Hope you don’t mind.”
“Not at all. Besides, it looks almost as good on you as it does on me.” He grinned, sitting across from you at the table.
“Oh, please, I think it looks much better on me.” You teased, taking a bite of whatever fruit ended up on your fork..
“I’ll settle for ‘just as good’. Not better. How about that?” He quipped, cutting into one of the pancakes on his plate.
“Fine, fine.” You rolled your eyes, smiling.
“...Can I be completely transparent with you, Y/n?” Sirius sets his fork down, waiting for your response.
“Of course.” You reply, looking at him, a glint of curiosity in your eyes.
“You can slap me if I overstep, but…I’m honestly happy that things are over between you and James.”
You raise your brows, setting your fork down next to your plate. “And why’s that?”
“Was it not obvious that I’ve had a thing for you since highschool?” He questions, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
Your eyes widen in surprise. “You–what? No, it wasn’t obvious at all.”
“I thought I was being pretty clear about it. I mean, I’ve shamelessly flirted with you these past few years, despite your relationship with James. Of course I never acted on it, I’d never betray a friend like that, but now…”
“Sirius, I…I can’t do that to him. Not so soon after we ended things. I mean, everything happened just last night.”
“I know. And I’ll wait. Just think about it, yeah? Give me a chance, whenever you’re ready. You don’t have to say anything now.” He stated, picking up his fork and resuming his meal.
You sat in silence, continuing to eat your breakfast, a million thoughts swarming in your mind.
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A few weeks went by, and the band ultimately decided to stop cancelling shows and start doing them again with as little interaction with James as possible.
You had been staying with Sirius for these weeks while sorting out a living situation for yourself, since you and James had previously shared a place. At least you finally convinced Sirius to switch between the couch and bed every couple of days, so that he could have his bed sometimes too.
The past weeks have built a comfortable friendship between you and Sirius, and you hadn’t crossed over the line of friendship into something more–yet. You’d sit and listen to him while he practiced on his bass guitar on the couch, and he’d drop and pick you up from work everyday. It became a comfortable routine, one both of you grew very fond of. Although the first few days were full of Sirius helping you look online for places to rent, the pursuit of a flat for you wordlessly dissipated, the two of you enjoying each other’s company a little too much to let you go so soon.
You decided that you’d attend The Marauders’ show tonight, pushing all your emotions to the side to go and support the rest of your friends. You remained in the crowd this time, right at the front, closest to the stage. The show ran smoothly, James throwing a few awkward glances in your direction, but you paid no mind to him, keeping your eyes on Sirius.
As the set progressed to the final song, Sirius approached the edge of the stage, getting on his knees in front of you to play his bass solo. You watched him with admiration in your eyes, and when he locked eyes with you, you felt flutters in your chest.
As the song ended, Sirius cupped your cheek with one hand, leaning in, his lips just inches away from yours. His calloused fingers against your skin sent shivers down your spine. You looked up at him, your breath caught in your throat, before closing the gap between the two of you.
Sirius kissed you with passion: it was entirely different than the way James would kiss you. Sirius’ kiss was fiery, his hand moving to the back of your head and tangling in your hair.
James’ jaw dropped at the scene unfolding in front of his eyes. He marched over to Sirius, ripping him away from you. Sirius only grinned, swiping his thumb over his bottom lip. He unplugged his bass before turning and hopping off the stage into the crowd. He pulled you in by the loops of your pants, leaning in to speak into your ear.
okay so, I've been thinking about this for a while - what about young!sev's birthday? like, some weeks later, James sadly "destroyed" his well noted Advanced Potions Making book, and he was very attached to it 🥹
so Reader, as a birthday gift, brings him back the repaired book, apologizing a little because maybe some pages aren't perfect etc., but she tried to repair it anyway 🥹🥹 and idk he's just moved because he didn't think that anyone would actually remember his birthday or do something for him?😭❤️🩹
feel free to ignore this or change anything if you want to!!<33
It was a cold January morning: the first of the month, to be exact. Most students were still enjoying their holiday break, whether that be back at home with their families or still at Hogwarts. The students that spent their holiday break at the school were either sleeping in after a long New Year’s night celebration, or down in the great hall getting breakfast to start their day.
The Marauder’s had all decided to stay at the school for their break this year, as it was their last year at Hogwarts, and they wanted to make the best of it.
Severus, known as the quiet loner of the school, decided to spend his morning outside in the frigid winter air, scribbling down annotated notes in his Advanced Potions-Making book.
You made your way outside as well, hoping that the morning air would wake you up after the long night of partying. You spotted Severus on a nearby bench, making your way over, your boots crunching in the fresh snow.
“Good morning, Severus. It’s quite cold to be sitting out here, is it not?” You spoke, shoving your hands in your pockets to keep them warm.
Severus looked up at you, shutting his book. You were the only person that didn’t surprise him when you spoke to him, as he knew you to be the only friendly face in his life. The one person that would willingly sit next to him in class, the one person that wouldn’t make comments about his appearance or his unapproachable demeanor.
He placed the book down next to him, crossing his arms.
“It isn’t too bad. I prefer the cold over having to be in the great hall by the time James and his irritating friends make their way down for breakfast.”
“Ah, I see.” You replied, pursing your lips. You knew of their never-ending pranks and beratement towards him, and it was beginning to make you resent them.
Just then, the Marauders made their way outside, laughing amongst themselves at one of their many inside jokes. They immediately spotted their most hated person, sitting next to who they thought to be “little miss sunshine”.
James made the first move, approaching the bench that the two of you were at. “L/n, it seems like you need rescuing. Never fear, James is here. Is Snivellus here bothering you?”
The rest of the group snickered behind him, though your expression quickly went sour.
“Believe it or not, Potter, I’m here out of my own free will. Was there something you needed, or will you leave us alone?”
“Oh, don’t tell me Snivellus has a girlfriend.” James joked, looking between the two of you. Severus remained silent, grabbing his book to place it in his jacket pocket.
“What’s that, hm? Give it here.” He continued, grabbing the book out of Severus’ hand.
“It’s nothing. Give it back.” Severus stated, his voice clear and calm, though his hands were shaking.
James opened the book, flipping through the pages. “I can’t say I’m surprised that a loserr such as yourself is studying during the holidays.”
“Give it back, Potter. You aren’t funny.” You reached for the book, trying to grab it out of his hands, but James raised it into the air, making you unable to reach it.
“I think Snivellus deserves some kind of punishment for corrupting your mind enough to actually want to be around him.”
Before you could respond, James began ripping pages out, before tossing it to the ground. Sirius took this as an opportunity to whip out his wand and cast Incendio on the book, lighting it ablaze. You and Severus watched in horror, and the group high-fived each other before laughing their way back inside.
“Severus, I’m so sorry–” You began, but he simply fled the scene before you could finish.
You shovelled snow onto the book with your hands to stop the fire, brushing it off and pocketing the book afterwards. You were going to make this right, even if it wasn’t your fault.
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January 9th came quickly, and you hadn’t seen Severus much since the incident. To be fair, you had spent most days locked away in your dorm, trying to salvage the Advanced Potion-making book as best as you could, rewriting any annotations that were damaged and replacing the missing pages with ones from your undamaged copy.
Today was Severus’ birthday, and you had asked him to meet you in the Slytherin common room when passing him in the hall the previous day. You made your way to the common room, the book wrapped in festive paper with a big red bow tucked under your arm.
Severus waited on the couch, looking as miserable as always. You approached him, sitting next to him and placing the book in his lap.
“Happy Birthday, Severus.” You offered him a warm smile, your heart practically bursting with excitement for him to open his gift.
Severus stared at you, pure shock plastered across his face. “You…I…”
“Well, go on and open it! I can’t wait any longer.” You exclaimed, clasping your hands in your lap.
He returned his gaze to the gift in his lap, his slender fingers carefully removing the ribbon and opening the wrapping paper from each taped section.
“You can rip it open, you know.”
“I’d feel terrible if I ruined all this effort.” He finishes his tedious unwrapping job, taking the book out.
“I tried my best to redo all the annotations that I could, I’m sorry if I missed any, but it was pretty ruined–”
“Y/n, it’s..it’s perfect. Thank you.” He flips through the pages, gently running his fingers over the notes that you rewrote in your handwriting. “I don’t even know how to–how to thank you enough. Nobody has ever done something like this for me before.” He speaks softly, shifting his gaze from the book over to you.
“It’s terrible, what they did. And it’s your birthday, of course I had to do something for you.”
Severus’ heart swelled at your words. He couldn’t express his gratitude with words, how much this meant to him. “I…thank you, again, Y/n. I’m surprised you even remembered my birthday.”
“I have all my friends’ birthdays in my calendar, Sev. You included. How could I forget?”
A smile crept onto his face at the thought of his birthday, his name, being important enough to be scribbled into your calendar.
“Oh, and I almost forgot. I’ll be right back.” You skittered off to your dorm before he could respond, leaving him to flip through the pages of his restored book.
You returned a few minutes later, holding a small cupcake with a lit candle on it. You brought it over to the couch, sitting next to him once again.
After singing him the birthday song in a playful manner, you handed the cupcake to him. “Blow out the candle, make a wish.”
He looked at you with a warm smile, before closing his eyes, swallowing his emotions as he blew out the flame.
“I hope you wished for James and his friends to get what they deserve, because they will. I may have tipped someone to toss a dungbomb into James’ dorm.”
Severus let out a laugh, slapping a hand over his mouth. He composed himself after a moment, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. “This is the greatest birthday ever. Possibly the greatest day in general. Thank you, Y/n, for making this so special.”
“I’m glad I could make it special for you.” You took his hands in yours, beaming at him.
Overcome with many emotions, Severus leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to your cheek. Your face immediately flushed, and so did his. After a moment, he let go of your hands. “I’m sorry, Y/n, I–”
You cut him off swiftly by leaning in and pressing a kiss to his lips. You pulled away a few moments later, staring into his eyes to gauge his reaction.
Severus, a man of very few emotions, sat there with his face as red as Arthur Weasley’s hair, a dorky smile plastered across his face. You pulled him into an embrace, his cold hands finding their place on your back.
A loud voice broke the two of you from the intimate moment, a young Slytherin rushing into the common room. “Someone threw a Dungbomb in James Potter’s dorm! Someone finally pranked those tosser’s back!”
Severus and you exchanged knowing looks, laughter bubbling in your chests.
i’m so sorry for not posting, erm…i lost my writing spark and was feeling really unmotivated to write anything. trying to get back into my groove so bear with me please 😭 i still have some asks in my inbox that i have to get to, im still open to requests, just might take a bit for me to get to them. anyway, thanks for all the continuous love, and stay tuned! new stuff soon hopefully :)
Snow crunched beneath your boots as you made your way through the tree farm, holding Remus’ gloved hand with your mittened one. The brisk December air nipped at your nose, and snowflakes twinkled in your hair.
Remus smiled at you, letting you lead him through the farm. “Found one you like yet?”
“They’re all so nice, how could I possibly pick one?” You questioned.
“I don’t know, but you better pick fast, darling. It’s going to be dark soon.”
“Alright, alright. What about that one?” You pointed to a mid-sized tree at the very end of the farm.
“It’s your choice. Whichever one you like.” Remus assured you, heading over to the tree you had spotted. He circled around it, examining the shape until he reached the back. “It’s quite bald back here. Come take a look.”
You joined him at the back of the tree, frowning. “I really liked this one.”
“You don’t like it anymore, just cause it’s got a bald spot? What will you do if I start balding?” He teased.
“Don’t make me think about that. That’s a problem for later. I still think this tree is charming.” You grinned.
“Is this the final pick? Going once? Going Twice?”
“Sold.” You nodded with a smile.
“Lovely. I’ll grab an axe.” He trudged through the snow to one of the staff members, returning with an axe a minute later. “Stand back.”
You took a few steps back, shoving your hands in your coat pockets. Remus raised the axe, delivering the first blow to the base of the tree. The crisp air filled with the sounds of the axe biting into the tree trunk. Remus’ movements were smooth and controlled, impressively skilled with no prior practice. His tousled hair peeking out from under his hat, his rosy cheeks, and his strong swings caused your frozen cheeks to instantly heat up.
After a few more attempts, the tree leaned before gracefully falling onto the thick bed of snow beneath it. Remus stepped back, admiring his work with a glowing grin. “There. Our very own Christmas tree.”
You joined him, and he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind. “How do we get this thing home, now?”
He chuckled, looking around. “They usually provide sleds to bring it back to the car. I’ll go grab one.” He planted a kiss to your cheek, before heading off to retrieve a sled.
He returned with a sturdy wooden sled, carefully loading the tree onto it. “Let’s go.”
He took the lead, dragging the sled behind the two of you back to the main entrance. As the sun set, the decorations of the farm began to twinkle to life, casting a warm glow over the winter landscape.
Once the tree had been secured to the roof of your car, Remus opened your door for you. After basking in the warmth of the heated car, the two of you shed your gloves and other winter essentials. Remus turned to look at you, offering you a warm smile. “Ready for our first Christmas together?”
You leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “Absolutely.”
With the tree securely tied to the roof of your car, the two of you drove off, leaving the lights of the farm to fade away in the rearview mirror. Remus took your hand, intertwining your fingers as he drove through the snowy streets back to your shared home.
The venue was packed to the brim with fans waiting to enter and watch the battle of their favourite bands. You had taken a reserved spot at the back of the building, giving you easy access to bypass the crowd. You made your way inside through the back door, winding through swarms of musicians and crew members hurriedly preparing for their time to shine on stage. Your eyes scanned the room, looking for the subject of tonight’s interview: Sirius Black.
You eventually spotted the door you were looking for, labelled with the band’s name. You knocked without hesitation, waiting patiently for someone to answer the door.
“Who is it?” A man inside shouted.
“Y/n L/n!” You answered back, crossing your arms.
You heard hurried footsteps thumping towards the door before it swung open, revealing the very man you were looking for. He leaned on the door frame, a cigarette hanging between his lips. He plucked it out of his mouth, leaning his head back to blow the smoke upwards.
“To what do I owe the pleasure of Miss L/n herself?” He spoke, a cocky smirk spreading across his lips.
“Did your manager not let you know that he had scheduled an interview for you?” You questioned, stepping past him and entering the dressing room.
“My manager? Oh, that guy. We fired him weeks ago.”
“Oh. Well we scheduled it last month, and I paid for this, so.” You stated, pulling your notepad and tape recorder out of your bag.
He shut the door, following you inside. “You paid to talk to me? Well, I’m honoured.”
“It’s my job. And you’re hot shit right now. Anyone would be stupid to pass up an opportunity like this.” You settled on one of the leather couches, setting your tape recorder down on the coffee table next to an ashtray full of extinguished cigarettes.
Sirius grinned with pride, taking the seat directly across from you. “I guess I am pretty hot. So are you.”
“That’s not what I meant.” You defended, flipping your notepad open to an empty page.
“But it’s what I meant.” He took another drag from his cigarette, this time not bothering to blow it away from your face. From the look on his face, it seemed like pushing your buttons was bringing him great pleasure. After a moment, he continued. “Alright, I’ll play nicely. Go ahead and ask your little questions.”
You nodded, clearing your throat and starting the recording. “As you know, I’ve already interviewed your bandmates before, so today’s questions will really focus on you. My first question is about the latest album you guys put out. What was the inspiration behind it?”
Sirius leaned back in his seat, resting an arm on the back of the sofa. “I mean, at first we were just fucking around, Writing random shit, as you can probably tell. Some of the songs were purely nonsense. Later in the album is when the lyrics actually mean something. It’s really just about life. Ups and downs, highs and lows. Things that we’ve experienced in our lives, things that we want out of life. We did a lot of collaborating on the lyrics for this one. Usually Remus and I take the lead with the songwriting.”
You jotted down his response, nodding along with his words. “What song would you say is your favourite on the album, and why?”
“If I had to pick, I love Midnight Melody. It literally came to me one night while I was sleeping, and I woke up and wrote it right away. It’s really about reminiscing on past relationships, which is pretty obvious. I’m not the best at hiding messages between the lines, so they’re pretty blatant.”
You continued to conduct the interview, asking him more about what he has planned for the future and other things about his music. Towards the end of the interview, he had succeeded in loosening you up, even sharing a laugh with you a few times.
“You’ve got quite the reputation, Sirius. What’s the wildest thing you’ve done?” You questioned, leaning in with anticipation.
Sirius chuckled, also leaning forward to lock eyes with you. “Oh, darling, you don’t want to know. I’m sure you know that some stories are better left untold.” His voice was low yet confident, sending chills down your spine.
“Come on, Sirius. I’m sure everyone is dying to know.” You responded with a sly smile, hoping that he’d give in.
He shook his head, putting his cigarette out in the crystal ashtray between the two of you. “That’s all you’ll get out of me for today, Y/n. If you want more information, you’ll have to come see me after the show. Without the recorder.”
The tension in the air was suffocating, and his fixated gaze on you was making it hard to say no. Especially when he kept glancing down at your lips as he awaited your answer.
“I might just take you up on that offer.” You spoke after a moment, shutting off the recorder.
His grin widened as he watched you pack your things into your bag, heading for the door. He caught your wrist, drawing you back to him. “I’ll be waiting for you, Y/n. Right here, after the show.”
In the moment the interview felt so far behind you, as if it was a distant memory. Right now, all you could focus on was the way he was looking down at you, a glint of lust in his eyes.
“I’ll be here. Just make sure your bandmates aren't.”
“Oh, I’ll make sure of it, sweetheart. And look.” He let go of your wrist, gesturing to the doorknob. “Lucky for us, the door locks.”
