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The Depth Of A Word

Draco Malfoy x Mougleborn!Reader (Soulmate AU)

Summary: The words on everybody’s wrists were supposed to be sacred. But then, why were yours so ugly?

A/N: Hey guys! I just wanted to take a moment to thank you all for every like, reply or reblog. I can’t express how happy it makes me, so thank you to all of you!

In a world where every one is born tattooed with the first words their soulmate would tell them, these marks were sacred. Granted, most of them were something simple, some form of greeting, some were funny, others could only be fully understood after they were said. But as far as you knew, none were as sad as yours.

You didn’t fully understand their meaning until you got a letter from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, telling you you were a witch. You knew before that they weren’t good, and ‘Mudblood’ was most likely an insult. But you didn’t really grasp exactly how bad they were until after a while of being a part of the Wizarding world.

When you did understand you were heartbroken. No one had ever called you that word and you couldn’t ever imagine your soulmate saying it. They were supposed to love you and accept every part of you.

It was during your second year at Hogwarts that you found him. Ever since people had started getting petrified you made sure not to wander around the castle and always make your way to your classes, the Great hall and your dormitory as quickly as possible.

You were rushing to the dungeons to your potions class when you crashed into a tall boy, hair as bright as the sun. You opened your mouth to apologize, but immediately shut it when he spoke.

“Watch it, you filthy mudblood!” Your eyes widened and filled with tears. You turned away from him and rushed to your lesson as quickly as you could. You should have been more prepared for the hurtful comment. After all, you’d spent hours looking at those exact words. Still, it hadn’t prepared you for the full blast.

“Why don’t you ever talk back to him? Merlin knows he deserves it.” You friend commented when you reached the Great Hall. You’d just passed Draco by and, as usual, he didn’t spare you a hateful comment .

“You know I don’t like conflicts.” You weren’t entirely lying. It wasn’t the whole truth though. You were scared if you said something he would realise you were soulmates. He would probably hate you even more for being stuck with you for life, which would only make things worse. Plus, you didn’t want your first words to him to be rude or hurtful in any way. You knew exactly what that could do to a person.

“Still, you should stand up for yourself.” You nodded, not knowing what else to do. “Is there something you’re not telling me?”

You’d never told anyone the truth about you and Draco. The only ones who’d ever seen the words on your wrist were your parents, but they didn’t fully grasp their meaning. You’d never showed them to anyone else, wanting to avoid the looks of pity that would surely come. And after you found out it was Draco you were scared that if you told someone they would tell them. You knew you could trust Y/F/N, though.

“If I tell you something, will you promise to keep it a secret?”

“Of course!”

You took some of the bracelets off your wrist so you could show her the words lying beneath them.

’Watch it, you filthy mudblood!’

Y/F/N’s eyes widened as she put two and two together.

“He’s your soulmate?” She whispered and you nodded. “You should march up to him and say something hideous as payback!” She said angrily and you laughed lightly.

“I could never do that to him…”

You managed to keep it all a secret from Draco until your fifth year. You were in your transfigurations class and McGonagall had thought it a good idea to pair up her students for a project. To your luck, you were paired with Draco.

“I guess I’m stuck with you.” Draco said rudely standing by your desk at the end of the class. As usual you kept your mouth shut. “We’ll meet in the library today at three.” Was that a question? You weren’t sure. You nodded anyway.

“Do you ever even talk?” Draco gave you some time to answer. When you didn’t, he scoffed disdainfully. “Of course I had to be stuck with the mudblood freak!”

“Would you please stop calling me that?” You whispered. It was quiet and unclear, yet it was enough. Draco’s eyes widened when he heard the words tattooed on his wrist.

“What did you just say?” You regreted having talked immediately. Not wanting to find out what he thought of your situation and scared you’d just make everything worse if you stayed you got up and started collecting your things quickly.

“Nothing.” You said a bit louder before walking away.

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You’re not going home

Sirius Black x reader

Request: For your 300 followers thing. I’m not rlly sure if you’ll do this coz it’s nothing to go on but anything Sirius? Literally anything. (anon)

Words: 3600

Warnings: none

A/N: i wrote this months ago, so it’s not my best work but it fitted with the request ;) and i like the plot, so ya know?

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You had already spent the whole day at James’ and after dinner everyone was supposed to go home, but James came with an idea.

‘Why don’t you guys sleep here tonight?’ he asked. ‘I mean, Sirius already stays here and I don’t think my parents will mind.’

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Summer revelations

James Potter x reader

Words: 4100

Warnings: none!

A/N: it’s my first James fic! Imma let you in on a secret: this started as a Remus one, but in the second sentence i changed it already :)

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A lonely, little, white cloud floated through the light blue sky. ‘It looks like a whale,’ James said. He was lying on his back in the grass, face pointed to the sky. Sirius was sitting at his feet, occupied with letting a ladybug walk over his fingers.

It was still early and there were no other sounds than James’ breathing and the chuckles from Sirius as the ladybug tickled his hand. Everything made it seem like this would be just as a beautiful day as every other had been this summer. Every day the sun had shone fiercely and Mr Potter had to water his plants because it didn’t rain. But it was wonderful.

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“You and I both know we’re very much in love, thank you very much."

Warnings: Mentions of death

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Words: 821

Summary: Your boyfriend just so happens to be very jealous… all the time

(Here’s a small little fic for you guys! All fluff)

Jealousy is never easy. Especially in teenage relationships where emotions and hormones run high. However, you were never the jealous type. It took a lot for you to become jealous. Even when you saw Sirius snog Patty Wether in fourth year, you simply went about your day. Sirius, on the other hand, was quite the jealous bloke. After you started dating, Sirius would glare at any boy who even dared to make eye contact with you. He couldn’t help it. He thought you were the most extraordinary girl in the world and was sure that others would think so as well. More than a few times had Sirius strutted across the common room to sling his arm over your shoulder, a silent claim and warning to the boy you were speaking to. Of course, you rolled your eyes and assured him that while he was a prick sometimes, you loved him quite a bit.

“Sirius, what are you on about?” You furrowed your eyebrows, sitting up in his bed whilst he paced the floor.

“Don’t you see? Davies Alder is so obviously in love with you,”

“What?”

“You heard me! That bloody bloke was staring at you all during Potions, he barely even blinked when you were around.”

“What? Sirius, he’s my potions partner!”

“Ah-ha! So you admit it, he’s in love with you.” Sirius pointed at you with his finger. His hair was pulled back and his tie was off. Sirius had gotten quite worked up after seeing Alder leaning over your cauldron, a little too close to his face for his liking.

“I said no such thing, I said he was my potions partner, that’s it. And he was probably watching me do the entire potion considering he’s failing and needed some help!” From your perspective, Davies was observing the way you crushed the billywig wings and specifically turned thirteen times clockwise and three times counterclockwise. However, to Sirius, Davies was twirling his hair, batting his eyelashes and making flirtatious comments whilst looking for a kiss.

“Help is just another word for snog.”

“Well, that’s just not true.”

“Trust me I-”

“You what?” Raising your eyebrows at your boyfriend. His eyes widened as he was about to admit how many girls he’d snogged after getting their ‘help’ on some essays.”

“Uh, nothing?” He chuckled nervously making you narrow your eyes.

“That’s what I thought, Sir. Now, come sit, you’re making a draft with all your pacing.”

Sirius flopped on his bed, making it bounce a bit. “I’m just saying, that boy is in love with you.”

“So what if he is? Am I so awful that the mere idea of another boy crushing on me is so ridiculous? Am I ugly or something?” you tested him.

“What! No! You’re-you’re beautiful, stunning! I-”

“Then what?”

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masterlist

welcome to vanillann’s masterlist!!

female reader

gender neutral

male reader

the wizarding world of harry potter

harry potter

ministry run in |2|

family matters

ron weasley

wouldn’t dream of it

pda much?

happy

hermione granger

just as lovely

draco malfoy

forget me not

my favorite star

all is fair in love and war

do over

luna lovegood

fighting for you, me, and us

george weasley

the brilliant (y/n)

something out of a catalog

fred weasley

just let me

charlie weasley

romania

oliver woods

trade textbooks for jerseys

seamus finnigan

irish talk

pansy parkinson

draco’s fault

sirius black

operation obsession

we’re not friends |2| |3|

years in the works

marauders petting zoo

our ass

james potter

flower shops are for heartbreaks

to stupid, from dork

remus lupin

overrated |2| |3|

i love you, i mean it

marrying moony

the avengers compound

bucky barnes

tea person |2|

peter parker

raid and velvet: a love story

welcome to hawkins high

steve harrington

orange lipgloss

cheat sheet

cair paravel

edmund pevensie

so, me or the wind?

the king and the kitchen

the red dress incident

peter pevensie

know you

ma and da

the bullpen of the bau

spencer reid

every minute of every day

excuses

the museum of heartbreak

flashback

pickup lines without the picking up

sexual tension

from idaho to virginia

officer keep your hands to yourself

#magical masterlists #draco malfoy #hermoine granger #george weasley #luna lovegood #golden trio era #sirius black #fred weasley #marauders era #robin buckley #james potter #remus lupin

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veritaserum — draco malfoy

pairing: draco malfoy x female!reader

request: Hi I want to request a Draco Malfoy x Ravenclaw reader please! a spell gone wrong makes Malfoy can say nothing but the truth throughout the day. Scared but too embarrassed to approach a teacher, he decided to go to y/n instead because she’s the top student of their charms class to help undo the spell but what he didn’t consider is how he would later straight out confess his attraction towards her, going on and on about her hair, her eyes, etc and they just share a heart-to-heart moment

a/n: i did Not proofread this so i apologize in advance if there r any typos!! also i made a v minor change to the req but other than that bon appetit

Someone spiked Draco’s morning pumpkin juice.

It would have been really helpful if he’d noticed it before he laughed at Snape’s face and called him a greasy git, after which his eyes grew comically wide and and he tried to hurriedly apologize (more out of fear for his parents than Snape)—only for his mouth to tell Snape to “go wash your hair for bloody once”.

Veritaserum. Someone put blithering Veritaserum in his drink, and now he can’t open his mouth without spitting out several of his deepest, darkest secrets.

“Two points from Slytherin for your uncharacteristic and very offensive behavior, mister Malfoy,” Snape had sneered. “I will only tolerate this foolery once. The next time you dare to speak to me like that, I will not hesitate to treat you the same way I would treat any other student.”

Draco would have tried to defend himself, but he isn’t stupid enough to let another truthful insult slip out by accident, so he’d kept his mouth shut and nodded.

If one were to go into detail, they would tell you about how Draco had tried to ask Madame Pomfrey to help undo the potion’s effects only to severely insult the poor old lady’s hair, and how he’d also tried to ask McGonagall only to admit the fact that he’d cheated on her transfiguration test two years ago. He has insulted every single person he has tried to talk to so far during the day. He’s called Crabbe an illiterate oaf, told a random Gryffindor couple passing by that they look absolutely dreadful together (something that he doesn’t really regret blurting out, but he could have lived without letting them know), and admitted to Professor Flitwick that he’d paid someone to do most of his essays.

But if one were to put it simply, they would go like this: Draco is in a dilemma, and he needs help, fast.

Except he has severely offended every single person he has tried to ask for help, and will no doubt do the same for anyone he plans on asking. Draco is desperate. He is halfway through the school day and the effects of the truth serum have yet to wear off. At this rate, he’s going to lose all of his friends, as well as lose his teachers’ favor.

Draco can’t ask a teacher in fear that all of his good grades will slip from his grasp at a single (honest) insult. He can’t stick it out for the rest of the day, either, because when he spends too long a time not talking to anyone, it seems that the truth potion grows impatient and starts making him blurt out a bunch of his innermost secrets.

He has already shouted “I peed my pants when I was eight” in the Great Hall; there is no time to waste.

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Intrigue

Draco Malfoy x Reader

Request: Could u do a Draco x hufflepuff!reader were all of his friends are hating on the reader but when they meet her she’s really nice and they love her?

Word count: 1,500+

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(a lil different from the original request, but not by much. not rly edited)

Despite what they said about her or even to her face, she still had the same smile on her face.

At first Draco was simply doing it because it amused him, but now he just mocked her because she was too damn happy. He had said something about her blood status, her house, hell he even told her one day that her hair looked like a nest, but not once had she cracked. Well, sure, she made some snide remarks back to him, but she hadn’t ever lost her temper like Potter or Granger ever did.

“Come on, Draco!” Pansy cried. “You’re not going to crack her. She’s been smiling that creepy cheshire smile since first year!” He looked at her for a moment, her features crinkling up in annoyance. He noticed that compared to Parkinson’s features, (Name) had a delicate face that looked as if it were carefully crafted with porcelain.

“Whatever, Parkinson. I’ll get her to crack. No one could be that happy.”

“Yeah but… Why do you care so much?” Blaise, who had been absent of the conversation until now, commented. Draco felt the stares pointed at him, all intrigued as to what his response was.

He gulped, narrowing his eyes as to maintain an apathetic reputation. “I don’t. I just think it’s entertaining.” And with that, the conversation of the mysterious Hufflepuff ceased.

“You know Hufflepuff is the house that wizards and witches get put into because they lack intelligent, brave, or cunning qualities, right? I mean, loyal? How can an entire bloody house be based on loyalty?” There were a gathering of students outside. It was Hagrid’s first class, and apparently he was supposed to be teaching over Hippogriffs.

“Leave her alone, Malfoy.” Harry Potter glared at the boy with platinum hair who simply returned his glare.

“Oh, it’s quite alright Harry. Just ignore it.”

“It?!” Draco sputtered. Had he just been referred to as an ‘it’?

“Yeah, but―” Harry was cut off by (Name’s) kind gaze. He mumbled a small ‘alright’ before returning with his friends to wait for Hagrid.

Later, (Name) watched as Harry was forced atop ‘Buckbeak’ as Hagrid had named him. The creature spread its’ marvelous wings and flew off, leaving the rest of the class watching in either awe or envy.

When the pair returned, Malfoy was the first to throw a fit. “Don’t think you’re so special, Potter!” He spat. “I bet you’re just a load of feathers, yeah?” As the blonde boy approached Buckbeak, Hagrid cried out in protest.

“Malfoy!”

When there was only about a few feet between the Hippogriff and the Slytherin boy, the feathered creature retaliated. Buckbeak let out an angered squawk and clawed at Draco, said boy immediately holding his arm out to shield his face. It clawed through his robes, leaving a slash mark in the process.

(Name) covered her scream with her hands. “Oh shi―”

“Hagrid!” It was Hermione Granger. Hagrid nodded, picking Draco up like he was a feather.

When Draco woke up, he was laying in a hospital bed with his injured arm wrapped up. He felt a weight on the side of the bed, his eyes still blurry from his slumber.

“Who―?”

“You’re awake.” The girl who had caused his immense irritation was staring back at him. She had changed into casual clothes, yet she still had her damned Hufflepuff colored scarf wrapped around her neck.

“Why are you here?” He had meant to say this in his signature cold tone, but with his grogginess it came out gentle and almost kind.

“Because you got scratched by a Hippogriff.”

He sat up halfway. “I know. But why are you here?” (Name) looked beside her and picked up something that he couldn’t see. She raised her arm, extending it to him with a box of Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Beans in hand.

“Here.” He looked at the item in her possession as if it was poison.

“What?”

“You probably feel like shit,” He almost cringed as the girl who seemed like an innocent ray of sunlight cursed. “so you should eat something sweet. Or awful, you never know with this stuff.” Hesitantly, he took the box from her hands and popped a bean into his mouth. She stifled a laugh as his face twisted up in disgust.

“What was it?”

“Pepper.” She took the box from his hand and ate a bean, her familiar yet infuriating smile coming to her lips.

“Candy floss.” The two sat for a moment before Draco spoke again, shakily.

“Why are you being nice to me?” He held his tongue from spitting out his words. She looked at him, a bit confused.

“Because you got hurt and no one else seemed to want to visit you.”

Ouch. Well she could have worded that differently.

“How long have you been here?” She shrugged and looked out a window.

“I don’t know. Maybe an hour or two?” His jaw dropped. She had been sitting on the side of his bed for an hour?

“Anyways,” she said as she stood up. “I guess you’re awake now. I’m gonna go, but I’ll see you tomorrow.” Before he could say any more, she walked out of the infirmary, leaving him shocked.

If the events that had happened yesterday hadn’t happened, currently Draco would have been showing his cast off like it was gold. He sat at his table, ignoring the people and the food in front of him. He stared off into space until his gaze coincidentally landed on the Hufflepuff table. He watched as the (Hair Color) girl’s face contoured into a wide grin, laughing at something her housemate had said. A pang in his heart made him glare, jealousy overcoming him.

“What are you staring at?” Pansy followed his gaze. “Why are you glaring at her? Don’t tell me you’ve become so obsessed that you have to glare at her all the time. Granted, with a face like hers, it isn’t hard to hate it.” She snickered at her own comment.

“Yeah? Take a look at yourself, Parkinson,” he sneered. This caught everyone’s attention.

“Whoa, what the hell is your problem?” Pansy crossed her arms. “You were just making fun of her yesterday.”

He flushed. “I― I just think that she’s getting tired. I’ve been at her forever, it’s getting boring.” This didn’t seem to satisfy his friends.

“Maybe she doesn’t deserve it…” This caused an uproar, Blaise almost jumping up in surprise and Pansy gaping at him.

“What the― Draco?!” Pansy sputtered, nearly knocking her drink over.

Blaise smirked, calming down and shrugging. “I mean she is pretty hot.”

Their words of protest (or suggestive commentary) began to jumble together as they all spoke at once. Draco sighed, standing up and taking his leave. Sometimes his friends gave him an immense headache.

The cast that wrapped around both Draco’s arm and neck wasn’t worth the attention. He rubbed the back of his neck and groaned. He couldn’t help but feel the weight of the gift that he had received from (Name) bounce in his robe pocket.

“Draco!” He turned his head to see (Name) run to catch up with him, her yellow scarf flying behind her. “Is your arm okay?”

“Uh, yeah… It’s fine, I guess. I think the cast is worse than the actual injury.”

“Well that sucks.” She smiled at him and continued to walk beside him in silence. Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore.

“Why are you being so nice to me?” The question seemingly shocked her, as she gaped at him with slightly large eyes.

She stuttered. “H-Huh?”

“I mean do you have memory loss or something?” He didn’t want to be direct and say ‘I was mean to you every day’ because he honestly didn’t want to hear the answer.

“No…? What do you mean?”

His pale face became red as he avoided eye contact with the girl who had an innocent expression playing on her face. He stayed silent as he couldn’t bring himself to remind the girl who had been too kind to him of his mean nature.

“It’s a forgive and forget, Draco.” He gazed at here. Were there really people like this that existed? Because he knew that if someone said some of the stuff that he said to her to his face, he would most likely do whatever he could to get back at him.

“I mean, you don’t look like a terrible person. Mentally, I mean. Physically you look kind of hot.” She said it so nonchalantly that he recoiled. His face was already pink, but he was sure it was now a deep shade of red.

He sputtered. “W―Wha―!”

“But I don’t know. I guess you just entertained me.” Draco’s jaw was dropped. Partially because he had said the same exact thing about her, but mostly because she was a complete different person than he had assumed. He stared as (Name’s) smile turned into a smug smirk. She placed a gentle hand on his shoulder and patted it softly.

“I’ll see you later, Draco.” She winked at him before catching up with a group of students in yellow scarves that matched hers, leaving him intentionally wanting more of the girl that intrigued him more than any other.

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“i can’t”

james potter x reader

once again, no one asked for this, i’m just dumb.

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a breakthrough had happened in the library, and of course james wasn’t there. so, the other three mauraders rushed from their usual spot to their shared dorm room.

without even thinking of knocking, they all busted through the door, met with (thankfully) their last gang member curled up with his girlfriend of three months. the two looked up from the bed, shooting looks at the three boys. letting herself fall back down onto the bed, y/n handed james his glasses from the bedstand as he pushed himself up to look at his out-of-breath friends, “are you okay?”

realizing all to late that they had disrupted an intimate moment, sirius was the only one willing to speak, avoiding look at the bundle wrapped with blankets that sat next to his mate, “we figured it out.”

“what out?” as smart as he was, james did have quite a thick skull.

“the, um, thing,” peter piped up from the back, avoiding to notice james’ very wild hair.

rubbing his eyes, it finally hit james and he perked up, sliding out of the bed and quickly put on a pair of pants from the ground, “wait, really? what was the last charm?”

silently, the three exchanged looks, trying to figure out how to delicately address the elephant in the room. remus began to speak up, but words failed him as james just stared at him waiting for an answer.

stepping forward slightly, sirius cleared his throat, “um, y/n?”

opening her eyes, she peaked out to the black haired boy, mumbling for him to continue.

“can you leave the room for a second, this is kind of private?”

looking to her boyfriend before looking back at the three, the girl pushed herself up, still wrapped in the blanket, “i can’t.”

“you can’t?” sirius wasn’t sure if he should’ve been angry or concerned.

sighing, y/n rolled her eyes and laid back down, “i can’t, you assholes, because i’m shirtless and i doubt james would enjoy it if i flashed all of you. i was kind of riding on you all leaving for me to change.”

blushes wouldn’t even begin to explain what was stained across all four boys as she continued, “plus, he told me all about your little stalker map, so it doesn’t really matter if you talked about it here.” looking to her boyfriend, who seemed both embarrassed and amused, she smirked, “unless it’s okay if i get up to leave.”

coughing for a second, remus’ voice was small, “no it’s fine, we’ll, um, talk downstairs.”

once the room was empty, james’ barking laughter echoed through the room as he finished buttoning his shirt, “you’re going to be the death of me.”

smirking from under the blankets, y/n kissed him before he left, “oh, i know.”

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so i’m a slut for james, and i don’t think there’s anything wrong w that.

#happy fic :)#james potter #marauders era

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Eyes for Her

James Potter x Reader

Marauders Era

Word Count: ~2.5k

A/N: This is my submission for Millie’s ( @iliveiloveiwrite ) writing challenge! It took me some time to actually figure out the direction I wanted to take, but I think I found it and I hope you guys like it! I’m a sucker for a girl that can throw James Potter off his game ;) Feel free to like, comment, reblog, give me a follow! Even send an ask! (My next works will be the requests sitting in my inbox). Feedback always welcome! Happy Reading <3<3

Prompts: (bolded in text)

5. “Are you hitting on me?” “Only for the last year or so but thanks for noticing.”

8. “This is the part where you ask me out and I say yes.”

*Not my GIF! Credits to the owner

They were friends. They were friends, right? Y/N knew that James existed, she was close with Sirius, so she was around all the Marauders a lot. James wouldn’t say that they were close - exactly. See, James Potter was always charming and smooth talking, especially with the girls in his year, but when it came to Y/N Y/L/N, he was tongue tied. Every. Single. Time.

There was just something about her that shut him down when she was around. He could barely get a coherent sentence out. She was just so beautiful and smart and had the ear of everyone the moment she opened her mouth to speak. Honestly, she could give James a run for his money. She could honestly take his spot in the Marauders and they wouldn’t even notice. Well, he did beat her in one area. He was a notorious ladies man. He’d flirt with them, charm them, but never actually date them because he only had eyes for her. James, recently, had been flirting with other girls more and more as a sort of practice for talking to Y/N. It hadn’t worked up to this point as it was already 6th year.

The other Marauders had noticed James struggle with this over the years and he was not living it down.

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not a date x sirius black

notes: this was requested by a lovely anon, but i lost the ask :( i adore the concept of this one, but don’t know how i feel about the execution. also, i’m terrible with titles if you couldn’t tell. oh well, it took a few days to write due to my insane writers block. thank you lovelies for reading !!! as always, feedback: appreciated <3

word count: 3.6k (she’s a long one)

warning: none, angst if you squint

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There was nothing that the students of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry loved more than sleeping in on the weekends. The professors had grown accustomed to being greeted by less than a handful of students in the Great Hall for breakfast when there was no class to follow. However, Hogsmeade weekends were a different story.

On Hogsmeade weekends, the students were up and ready to go as soon as the first piece of toast appeared on the table. Everyone was much more joyful and lively, inside and outside of their dorms.

Y/n L/n was hardly the first one to wake up in the morning, no matter what the rest of the day entailed. She was perfectly content with having to rush if it meant she could stay in bed for a few extra minutes. Lily Evans, however, was not.

“If you don’t get out of that bed in the next three seconds–” Lily started, only to be cut off by a snorting Marlene.

“What? You’ll ground her?”

“Yeah mom, five more minutes,” Y/n’s voice was muffled by her pillow, which she had placed over her eyes at the first hint of sunlight.

“One,” Lily started.

“Are you actually giving me a count down right now?” she asked, unbothered.

“Two.”

“Oh come on Lils,” she raised her head from underneath the pillow.

“Three.”

“Okay, okay, I’m up,” she moaned, genuinely frightened at what Lily might do if she stayed in bed.

Lily smiled and clapped her hands together, ushering Y/n to her vanity and sitting her down. She wasn’t going to ask Lily what she was doing, but the look on her face showed that she so eagerly wanted her to.

“Why?” was all she had to say before Lily started her rant.

“You,” she emphasized, “have a date to get ready for.” Lily squealed, grabbing the girls hair and contemplating what she was going to do with it.

“No I do not.”

“You and Sirius are going to Hogsmeade by yourselves for the whole day. Sounds like a date to me,” Marlene chimed in, earning a harsh glare from Y/n through the mirror.

“He’d have to like me for it to be a date,” she spoke matter-of-factly. When she was met with two unamused looks, she asked, “You two actually think the Sirius Black likes me?”

“Yes,” neither of them stopped to contemplate.

“Oh, whatever. Alice is actually going on a date today. Why don’t you pester her?” she attempted to change the subject.

“They did. Now it’s your turn,” Alice spoke from her bed.

“It’s not a date,” she whined, nevertheless allowing Lily to start on her hair.

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“I’m telling you guys, it’s a date!” Sirius repeated for what felt like the one hundredth time that morning.

James raised a quizzical eyebrows at him. “Are you sure?”

“Yes!” Sirius threw his hands up in exasperation.

“Did she say it was a date?” Remus asked, walking up to stand beside James.

“Well, no,” Sirius started, “but it is, okay?”

“How do you know?” James asked, still not believing his friend.

“Prongs, we're going to Hogsmeade by ourselves for the whole day, what else could that mean?”

“You do that all the time, you git,” Remus chuckled walking towards the bathroom, seeming through with the conversation.

“Yeah, but this time felt different.”

Remus stopped dead in his tracks, turning around and smirking at the boy. “How so?”

James and Remus plopped themselves on the foot of Sirius’ bed.

“This oughta be good,” Peter spoke up from his bed across the room. Sirius glared at him, before looking down at his feet.

“I… well...she… you know, I don’t have to explain anything to you wankers,” Sirius gave up on thinking of a good reason.

“Now, if you three will excuse me, I have a date to get ready for.”

As he walked towards the bathroom door, he gave Peter a swift smack to the back of the head.

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As Y/n squeezed past yet another group of students, she wondered what the village looked like when there weren’t so many rambunctious teens running around.

She imagined it to be peaceful and quiet, with older witches and wizards stopping ever so often to greet each other. She figured that was why they always gave her and her fellow students such harsh glares.

She was pulled from her thoughts by a loud cough coming from beside her.

“Have you heard a word I’ve said?” Sirius asked, glaring playfully at the girl beside him.

“You were probably talking about yourself, so I doubt I missed anything,” she quipped.

Sirius chuckled softly, wrapping his arm around her shoulder.

“Well, you actually just agreed to go to Madam Pudifoot’s with me, so…” he stopped to pat her shoulder, “lead the way.”

“In your dreams, Black,” she rolled her eyes, hoping to Godric he was joking.

“Every night,” he winked, causing her to remove his arm and walk a couple of steps in front of him.

Sirius took that moment to take in everything around him. There were countless people in the village, yet she wanted to go with him. He smiled softly to himself. Not a date his ass. He felt a surge of courage, and decided to do something he had wanted to for a long time.

“Are you coming or not?” she startled him.

He looked at her and his smile only grew. He walked quickly to stand beside her and reached down to grab her hand. He pulled her forward towards The Three Broomsticks.

Y/n’s face flushed immediately. What felt like a shock of electricity flowed through her body. He had always been affectionate, but he had never held her hand. She was freaking out, but he didn’t seem to be thinking twice about it. When Sirius looked back towards her and tugged on her hand to make her walk faster, she decided that he must have meant nothing by it. After all, there was no way he could like her.

She smiled bashfully and fell into step next to the boy, talking normally as if her stomach wasn’t doing flips. Little did she know, Sirius felt the same way.

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The more Y/n thought about her day with Sirius, the more confused she got. They always had their own days together. Why did Sirius suddenly hold her hand like it was nothing. Maybe it was nothing; maybe she was overreacting. Either way, she couldn’t shake the feeling of unease when she thought about it meaning nothing to Sirius.

The pair got back to the castle way later than expected, having lost track of time. She had tried to avoid her dorm mates ever since she stepped back into the castle. She needed to take time to think about what had happened before explaining it to anyone else. What if it was a date? What if Sirius did like her?

That’s why she found herself laying on the couch in the Gryffindor common room at midnight, still thinking about Sirius.

When Sirius returned to the castle, he couldn’t wait to find the marauders to tell them every single detail of his day. He practically ran to their dorm and threw the door open.

“It was a date,” he smirked cockily, strutting over to his bed.

James’ head shot up. “No way!”

Sirius took his time pulling off his shirt, hoping to build the suspense.

“Yeah, guess I was right. What’s new?” he questioned, causing Remus to roll his eyes. Once he was fully changed, he plopped down on his bed, lifting his hands behind his head and glancing towards Remus with a face that screamed ‘I told you so.’

“What makes you so sure?” Remus raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, did she tell you,” Peter walked out of the bathroom, having been eavesdropping.

“No, but I held her hand,” Sirius smiled to himself, trying to hide his blush at the thought of his hand in yours.

“Oh wow, that sure seals the deal,” Peter sarcastically remarked. Sirius sent him a glare.

“Shut it, Wormtail.”

“He has a point, Pads,” James started, earning a surprised look from Sirius. “Don’t you guys hold hands all the time?”

“No, Prongs. We don’t.”

“Well you might as well. You’re always all over each other,” Remus grimaced. Sirius squinted his eyes at Remus, before huffing to himself.

“Whatever,” Sirius rolled his eyes, standing up from his position on his bed. “I don’t have to take this from you.”

“No, please don’t go,” Remus monotoned, clearly bored with Sirius’ antics. James laughed at Remus, then turned to Sirius who was looking him dead in the eyes.

James made a tight line with his lips, trying his hardest not to laugh. When Sirius narrowed his eyes at him, he couldbt hold it in any longer.

Sirius shook his head, muttering to himself “I have the worst friends,” and walked out the door.

He descended the staircase and trudged towards the couch. What if they were right? What if it wasn’t a date?

Lost in his thoughts, Sirius nearly yelped when he saw someone laying down on the couch he was about to sit on.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t– Y/n?”

Y/n chuckled lightly, moving her legs out of the way so he could sit down. She patted the spot beside her, and Sirius plopped down, throwing an arm over her shoulder.

“What are you doing down here?” she looked up curiously at the boy.

“I could ask you the same thing,” he nidded his head at her to emphasize the word ‘you’.

Sirius moved his eyes from her face to her hair and started running his fingers through it. They settled into a comfortable silence, content with being beside each other.

However, Sirius couldn’t shake the odd feeling he was getting. They had done this very thing hundreds of times, but something felt different. He looked back towards her and noticed she was staring into the fireplace, lost in thought.

Scrunching his eyebrows together, he decided to ask her what was wrong.

“S’matter?” he shook her from her trance. Y/n glanced up at him and blushed, shaking her head.

“Known you long enough to tell when you’re lying, love,” he nudged her side with his. “Come on, what’s bothering you?”

“It’s silly,” she started, but was cut off by Sirius’ stern glance. She knew not to argue with him; he never had been very patient.

She looked down at her hands rested in her lap, fingers fiddling together. Sirius reached his hand up and lightly grabbed her chin, coaxing her to look at him. When their eyes met, he offered her a reassuring smile.

“Why did you hold my hand?” she blurted, eyes staying trained on the boy beside her.

Sirius was taken aback, eyes widening in shock. Had she not wanted him to? He drew his hand back.

Sirius heard her loud and clear the first time, but the only response he could muster was a soft “huh?”

She averted her eyes back towards her hands and repeated herself even quieter than before. She really wanted him to say it was because he liked her. She had been in love with Sirius for what felt like forever.

Sirius wanted to tell her it was because he had wanted to for years, but his head told him that was a bad idea. She probably didn’t like it, or him.

He started racking his brain for an excuse. His hands were cold? No, he distinctly remembered how sweaty they were when his hand grabbed her.

He didn’t want to lose her in the crowd? No, that wouldn’t work either. He had had his arm around her the whole time.

He was trying to make someone jealous? That could work, he thought. He tried to remember anyone he had seen at Hogsmeade that day, but had been too focused on Y/n to notice anyone else.

Marlene! He remembered her winking at him when she saw the couple’s hands linked together.

“I was just trying to make Marlene jealous,” he shrugged nonchalantly, pulling his arm that was around her shoulder back beside him.

He was too focused on keeping his cool demeanor to notice the disappointment on Y/n’s face.

“Oh,” was all she could respond to him with.

“Yep,” he folded his arms in front of him, hoping she couldn’t see through his act.

They sat in an uncharacteristically awkward silence for what felt like forever, before Y/n started to stand and head back to her room.

“Goodnight,” she uttered, not daring to look back at him, too afraid of how she might react.

“Night,” he watched her figure trudge up the stairs to her dorm. He couldn’t help the song of hurt he felt in his chest while watching her walk away from him.

Although Sirius was upset that things didn’t go the way he had planned, he was content with the lie he had come up with on the spot. He layed back on the couch and thought about what could have happened if she felt the same way.

As Y/n entered her dorm, she was glad to see that everyone was already asleep. That way nobody would be able to see her cry.

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The next day, Y/n woke up feeling a little bit better than she had the previous night. She had decided, despite her sadness, to be happy for Sirius. She knew Marlene had, at one point, had feelings for him, and she just wanted him to be happy. She had made the decision to try and help set the two up together.

She made sure to get to the Great Hall before Marlene. As she approached the table, Lily sent her a knowing smile, having probably been told by James about the ‘date’. Her smile turned into a look of confusion when Y/n sat down beside her in Marlene’s seat, and not in her usual seat beside Sirius. She tried her best to steer clear of Sirius’ worried glances.

Sirius tried not to seem hurt by it, but it was killing him. He didn’t mean to make her that uncomfortable, he just wanted to hold her hand. However, he knew Y/n. And his Y/n wouldn’t avoid him over something so silly. When Marlene sat beside him and she gave him a thumbs up, he became even more clueless.

The whole day seemed to go by the exact way breakfast had. Any time Sirius tried to talk to Y/n, she would try and involve Marlene in some way. It was really getting on Sirius’ nerves, but he tried to be polite. And Sirius’ way of being polite was flirting.

Y/n didn’t know how much longer she could take seeing Sirius and Marlene fawning over each other. On one hand, she wanted the pair to get together. On the other, she would be content with never seeing the two in the same room again.

She didn’t like the way jealousy made her feel.

She figured that it was only stopping the two from getting together. Y/n felt as if she was intruding on their soon to be relationship, so she decided to lay low until they started seeing each other.

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Sirius was absolutely miserable. He hadn’t hung out with Y/n for an entire week. He didn’t want to leave his bed. He was so angry with himself for messing up their friendship with his feelings.

“Get up, Pads,” James grumbled for the third time that morning.

“Uh uh,” Sirius pulled his pillow out from under his head and placed it over his face.

“Sirius, get up,” James trudged over, yanking the cover off of the boy.

“Don’t wanna,” Sirius whined.

“Well, that’s too bad,” James yanked his arm, trying to pull him out of the bed.

“Leave me here to die,” Sirius whined in his pillow.

“We’d love to, but you’d stink up the room,” Remus huffed, joining James beside Sirius’ bed.

“Look buddy, it’s not the end of the world. When Lily–”

“Lily doesn’t like you either,” Sirius droned.

“He’s got a point,” Peter chimed in.

James glared at them both, then continued.

“All I’m saying is the Sirius I know would get out of bed and go confront his girl.”

“Well when you find him, I’d love to talk to him,” Sirius’ voice was muffled by the pillow he had once again thrown over his face.

“I give up.”

Across the hall, the exact same scenario was playing out in the girls’ dorm.

“You need to get up,” Lily coaxed, stroking Y/n’s hair as she laid her head in Lily’s lap.

“I can’t see him yet Lily,” Y/n turned her head to look up at her. Lily has never seen a more pitiful look in her entire life. When Y/n jutted out her bottom and looked as though she was going to start crying again, Lily pulled her closer.

“Oh, Y/n” she cooed, trying her hardest to be supportive.

“Why doesn’t he like me?” she cried into her friend’s leg. All of her pent up emotions finally breaking out. Lily didn’t mind, she understood what her friend was going through. She only wished she could help more.

“Cause he’s a twat,” she spoke softly, causing Y/n to giggle.

“Yeah,” she sighed fondly.

“You are far too smitten for that boy,” Lily shook her head.

“I know,” she frowned.

They settled into a comfortable silence. When Y/n’s sobs turned into small sniffles, Lily smiled down at the girl.

“He does like you.”

Y/n wanted to believe her, but she couldn’t. She sat up across from Lily and rubbed her eyes.

“That’s enough about Sirius. I heard you and James–”

“No way,” Lily shook her head.

“Oh come on.”

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Y/n had just returned from a walk through the castle to clear her head when she heard whispering from behind the staircase. She tried to ignore it, but felt too compelled to eavesdrop when she realized who the voices belonged to.

“She’s setting us up?” Sirius grimaced. “Why would she do a thing like that?” When Marlene glared at him, he threw in a quick “No offense!”

“Yes, you tosser. That’s why she’s been avoiding you.” Marlene crosses her arms over her chest. “Do you need me to explain it to you for a fourth time?”

“I still don’t get it,” Sirius started, focusing on the wall behind Marlene’s head. Before he could finish, Marlene decided she had had enough.

“She’s in love with you, you git!”

Sirius’ eyes widened, finally understanding what Marlene meant.

“I don’t understand why, but she is. And you really hurt her feelings when you said you were trying to make me jealous.” she elaborated, shoving his shoulder with her palm.

Sirius’ mouth opened and closed several times before Marlene decided to leave him alone to his thoughts.

As she made her way up the stairs, she looked back at the helpless boy. “You love her too, don’t you?”

Sirius blushed and averted his eyes back towards his shoes. Marlene had never seen him so bashful.

“You’re both hopeless,” she rolled her eyes, continuing up the stairs and into her dorm.

After hearing everything Marlene had told him, Sirius figured he should sit down.

Y/n watched from across the room as Sirius sat with his head in his hands and contemplated whether or not to approach him. She was elated to find out Sirius felt the same way, but felt bad for listening in on a private conversation of his.

She was suddenly overcome with a feeling that had her marching right up to Sirius and tapping him on the shoulder.

Startled, he jumped up and instantly relaxed when he saw just who it was in front of him.

“Love, I need to tell you something. I– what are you doing?”

Y/n reached her arms up to wrap around his broad shoulders, fiddling with the hairs at the nape of his neck.

“I love you,” she whispered, looking directly into his eyes. Sirius’ face contorted in shock, but quickly relaxed as he realized that her lips were now on his.

He melted into the kiss. He softly placed his hands on her face and deepened the kiss. They both smiled into it, content to finally be in each other’s embrace. Sirius pulled away and placed his forehead on hers.

“I love you,” he whispered back, kissing her lightly on the nose. When she scrunched her nose and beamed up at him, he swore she had never looked more beautiful.

He picked her and and spun her around, peppering kisses all over her face, causing her to giggle. “I love you!” he yelled a lot louder than Y/n would have liked.

She was quick to shush him, placing a finger over his lips. He smirked and kissed it. “I’ve waited too long to say that, I will not hush.”

Y/n rolled her eyes, wrapping her arms around his waist and laying her head against his chest. Sirius rested his head on top of her’s and began to sway. The pair couldn’t tell how long they stayed like that. It could’ve been hours, or seconds. All that mattered was the fact that they were finally together. For real this time.

“I’m really sorry,” Sirius whispered into her hair. “I don’t like Marlene.”

“So I’ve heard,” Y/n looked up at him and smiled. “It’s okay, I overreacted.”

“I guess we both did,” Sirius chuckled.

“James told me you were miserable,” Y/n smirked.

“Pft, I was perfectly fine,” Sirius rolled his eyes dramatically, before leaning in towards her ear. “I’ve never felt worse in my entire life.” he slowly kissed the side of her head.

Y/n cooed at the boy, and pulled him in tighter, rubbing his back.

“So, about that date…”

#happy fic :)#sirius black #marauders era

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PAIRING: Sirius Black x Reader

“Sirius. Orion. Black.” you shouted stomping towards the boy who dared to laugh at the moment. He turned around and you saw fear flash through his face briefly before putting on his signature smirk.

“How are you, darlin’. Do you finally agree to go out with me?” he said before you punched him square on the jaw.

Sirius cupped his jaw, releasing a groan and looking at you. He stood, mouth agape, staring at you.

“That was for making my friend cry. You come one foot near him and I swear I will kill you.” you jerked away Sebastian’s arm as he tried to take you away. Sebastian sighed picking you up by your waist taking you away, as you wriggled and moved and shouted to be set free.

You were done. You had warned Luke, warned him that Sirius Black was never serious about anyone. He had been completely enamoured by him and failed to listen to you. He had come in last night looking like a ghost and when you asked him what happened and he had completely broken down. You’d never seen Luke cry.

“You can’t just punch someone, (Y/n)” Sebastian said as he released you.

“Yes. Yes I can and don’t you dare tell me he didn’t deserve it.” you huffed angrily.

“Okay, if you say so. But the sweet person you are, I know you’ll regret it later.”

***

And you did. You didn’t feel bad for Sirius, but you never did anything like this. Violence isn’t the answer. You knew that and applied it daily, it had always worked. And it didn’t help that Sirius asked you out every other day. Sometimes, you almost said yes. But, you remembered just how he was and you made yourself forget everything sweet he did. You tried to read the book in front of you shaking your thoughts. There was a cough behind you and you turned to find Sirius standing there awkwardly. You sighed.

“What do you want?” you asked. No matter how you felt you weren’t gonna apologise for the punch.

“I… I… Why do you hate me?” Sirius asked and looked at you. It seemed to him, whatever he did for you wasn’t enough. That you’d never say yes. The punch you gave him today proved it.

You furrowed your brows.

“I don’t hate you. I strongly dislike you for what you did to my friend and others.”

“Who? Luke?” Sirius asked.

“Yes, him.” you said feeling angry again.

“I never said I wanted anything serious.” he said plopping down beside you.

“Yes, but you also didn’t say you wanted a fling.” you countered. Sirius furrowed his brows. You sighed. Did he really not know what effect he had on people?

“Sirius, it’s okay if you lead an active sex life, it’s fine if you just want to fool around. But, at least let the person know that that is what you intend to do? If you don’t tell them you’re not in for a full blown relationship, you’re leading them on. Do you know how much someone is hurt by being rejected by someone they love? Luke never cried. Never. And that morning, his eyes were red.”

Sirius gulped. Of course he knew what it was being rejected by someone he loved.

“People don’t love me. They just want me for my looks.” he said gravely.

“No, no they don’t. Luke loved how you could make him laugh any time, how you calmed him down when he panicked, how you picked up on the smallest of things, he ate me up with Sirius this, Sirius that.”

Sirius stared at you waiting for you to take back what you said or give an indication that you were lying. When you didn’t, he stood up and ran. He stopped near the edge of the forbidden forest taking in deep breaths. He walked around trying to clear his thoughts. He felt guilty. He shouldn’t have done that, he realised. It never came to his mind that people except his best friends could even like him. He knew he needed to do something. And he would.

***

You moved to your dorm plopping on the soft mattress. You sighed. It had been a really long day and your back hurt. There was a knock and the door.

“May I come in?” Luke’s voice came.

“Yeah”

Luke came in smiling and sat down beside you.

“Sirius apologised today.” he said.

“What?” you said as your eyes widened.

“He came in and said he was sorry, that he didn’t want a relationship and he should have told me that. He told me that I deserve better and that he was very wrong to treat me that badly.”

“Shut up!” you said.

“Not only this, Maya told me he apologised to every single person he had treated badly notwithstanding that some slapped him, threw their drinks on him.”

You gasped.

“How do you feel?” you asked after some time.

“Much better. I think I needed that closure. I now see that maybe I read too much into things. Maybe I just needed the attention Sirius gave me when he was with me.”

You nodded trying to understand, but you were far too busy thinking about Sirius. Did your words mean so much to him?

***

You went to the Gryffindor common room hoping to find Sirius. He sat in a corner, hair pulled up in a bun and a pencil in his mouth, studying.

“Sirius?”

He looked up from his book and gave you a small smile. You smiled back.

“You apologised.” you stated.

He nodded humming.

“That’s a good thing you did.” you said softly.

“I had to.”

You sighed, nodding and turned to leave.

“I never wanted a fling with you. I wanted the real thing.” Sirius called out making you stop. You turned face him.

“Pardon?”

“I always asked you out for a real relationship, never wanted to fool around with you. Thought you should know.”

“Sirius… Sirius… I didn’t know that.”

Sirius grinned.

“So, would you now like to go out with me?” he asked laughing.

“Ummm… Sirius, you are an amazing person, there is no doubt in that. But, I’ve only ever dated people whom I am already friends with. I feel more comfortable like that.” you said slowly and softly so as not to hurt him. You did see his face fall for a moment before he masked it up with a grin.

“Well then, I’ve to make you my friend then” he said making you giggle.

“I’d like that.”

***

Sirius then started making more and more efforts to get to know you. He would sometimes join you for lunch, irritate you in the library (You’d never admit it but you liked it), listen to you talk about books, random fact you read. Sometimes the two of you would sneak out at night for a midnight snack, under James cloak. He would make sure you had as much fun as you studied.

You told Luke about your growing friendship, scared whether he would agree to that. But he had just shrugged and said, “He makes you happy. Just promise me you’ll be careful.”

Sometimes you would join James and Remus too, and he’d act annoyed at how much close you were quickly becoming. He did everything let flirt with you even once. You sometimes thought maybe he didn’t see you like that anymore, but your friends never failed to point out that he wasn’t flirting with anyone, not a single student at hogwarts.

As for Sirius, he was whipped. If he liked you before, now he loved you wholly. You made him nervous. He loved how you had started to open up to him. Come towards him on your own accord just to ask him about his day. And he was scared. He knew you had started to grow on him, but what if it was just as a friend? He didn’t dare revert back to his old ways.

***

Sirius frowned as he saw the family owl come in and drop him a letter. He dreaded opening it. His friends saw his face fall.

“You don’t have to read it, mate.” James told him.

Sirius forced a smile opening the letter.

“YOU BLOOD TRAITOR, ABSOLUTE WASTE OF SPACE. WE ARE NOT PAYING FOR ANY OF YOUR STUFF FROM NOW…”

Sirius folded the letter putting it aside. He felt queasy. Excusing himself he went out of the common room trying to breathe. He walked briskly towards the black lake trying to calm himself.

“Sirius!” came a voice beside and he turned to find (Y/n) calling out to him.

“What are you doing here? What’s that?” you asked pointing towards the letter. Sirius didn’t know what to say and handed you the letter. As you read the filthy words directed at him your heart stirred. You took out your wand and burnt it up.

“What?” Sirius asked, his mouth open.

“I’ve never seen anything more far from the truth. And besides what’s the use of things that scream ignorance?”

Sirius looked at you and tried not to cry.

“Come on, I’ll show you something.” you said taking his hand and leading him towards the forbidden forest.

You both walked quietly through the thick trees. You tried to remember whether you were going the right way.

“Never took you to be the one to roam in the forbidden forest.” Sirius said, smirking.

“Never took you to sing ‘Hannah Montana’ in the shower.” you quipped back. Sirius gasped, outraged.

“That was one time!” he shouted.

“Whatever you say pretty boy!” you said giggling.

You sighed seeing an opening.

“We’re here!” you announced, gesturing to the lake covered in lotuses and water lilies. The trees nearby were a dark shade of green and fireflies zoomed around creating a picturesque scene. Sirius gasped as you plopped on the ground patting the soil beside you.

Sirius took your indication and sat down beside you. You rested your head on his shoulder as he wrapped an arm around you. You let the calm, serene silence elope the two of you. You looked at Sirius, mesmerised by his grey eyes that seemed to hold a stormy sky.

He leaned in a little and you reached up crushing his lips into yours. He cupped your face sucking your lips as you let your hands wander into his dark locks. He pulled you by your waist above him and you straddled his hips kissing him with the desperation of all those months. You both pulled back, taking in huge gulps of air. You looked and saw Sirius’s eyes dilated as he looked at you with an extremely soft expression.

“Go out on a date with me?” You asked breathlessly. Sirius pulled in and kissed you again, making your head light. God! You really loved kissing him.

“Yes” he whispered.

A/N: This was written for the very lovely @approved-by-dentists. This is the request.

#sirius black #marauders era #happy fic :)

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