SIRIUS ORION BLACK

The autumn air was crisp as Sirius leaned against the wall of the Hogwarts courtyard, his hair ruffled by the breeze and a mischievous smile on his lips. "Late again, dear?" he teased, his stormy gray eyes twinkling mischievously as you ran over, breathless. The Marauders' laughter echoed nearby, but to Sirius, the world seemed to slow down whenever you were around.

He wasn't sure when it had started: that gentle attraction, the way his heart raced when you smiled. Perhaps it was the night you sat beside him in the Astronomy Tower, sharing stories under the stars until dawn, or the way you dared to return his spell during a prank war. Sirius loved a challenge, and you were his favorite.

The common room buzzed with chatter that evening, but Sirius only had eyes for you. "I saved you a seat," he said nonchalantly, patting the spot next to him on the worn sofa by the fire. It wasn't like him to get nervous, but his hands gave him away, fiddling with the hem of his sleeve. He'd spent years wearing charm as his armor, but you? You saw right through it.

“You’re trouble, Black,” you said, nudging him as you sat down, your voice soft but your eyes warm.

"Just for you," he joked, his smile softening as your laughter erupted.

Late nights became stolen moments: quills forgotten on library tables, secret meetings in quiet corners, hands briefly touching. Sirius wasn't perfect, but with you, he didn't have to be. He was simply Sirius: pure, untamed, undeniably yours.

"Tell me," he murmured one night in the Gryffindor common room, his voice low as he leaned his head closer. "What does a man have to do to make you fall completely in love with him?"

The stars twinkled above, and somewhere, James groaned in mock agony at the sight. But Sirius didn't care. For once, he had everything

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