Title: Not so perfect

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Word count: 1613

Published: 17 August, 2020

Author: Heloise Daphne Brightmore

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Sirius Orion Black was the perfect son. His parents loved him dearly and were more than proud to brag about his achievements. He was the Headboy and captain of the Quidditch team of his house, Slytherin. His grades were a row of Outstandings, his reputation as a charmer turned heads of all students. 

He was a proud pureblood, full of ambitions and pride, being very well aware of his worth and knowledge. But he had a secret. You. He was pinning after you since the first time he laid eyes on you. The way your lips curled up when you smiled, mesmerised him. Your soft chuckles made him feel like a stupid little boy. He never understand how your mere presence could affect him so greatly, but it did and he cursed himself for it.

He was watching your laughing form across the Great Hall, your small fingers playing with your red tie as James was explaining something funny to you. He wanted to be the one that caused that smile to appear, but he was too far from you.

He was friends with a group of Gryffindors, although he kept it rather hidden, trying to keep his image as the Black Family required. He was in a good relationship with you, trying to be everywhere you appeared, making you giggle each time, hoping for you to feel more for him. 

It killed him to know that he has fallen for a Muggleborn witch, but he couldn't deny the obvious attraction he felt for you. A simple touch of yours made him all giddy inside, although he kept his composed demeanour as well as he could.

"You are so whipped." Regulus scoffed with an evil grin across his face, watching his brother gazing over you. Sirius' eyes shot up, looking at the younger Black, giving him a confused look.

"What are you talking about?" He asked, with an emotionless expression. 

"Come on, you can lie to yourself, but I can see the way you forget your eyes on her." He snickered. "To be honest, you couldn't stare at her any more obviously." He snorted. 

"Did you finish?" Sirius asked his brother with a raised brow and bored look. 

"Did you?" He asked snickering, which earned a slap on the back of his head from Sirius. "Hey, that was uncalled for." He said, massaging the aching spot. 

"Or was it?" He retorted as he stood up from the table, seeing you and his friends leaving the Great Hall. 

He rushed after your group, his steps loud against the hard, concrete ground. Your laughter filled out the empty corridors, pulling Sirius closer to you. You didn't see his arrival up until a pair of arms wrapped around your waist, halting you suddenly. You looked back at your unexpected visitor, a huge smile spreading across your face in realisation.

"Sirius." You chuckled sweetly as you turned around in his arms, locking your hands behind his neck, pulling him in for a hug.

"Did you miss me?" He asked wiggling his eyebrows, making you giggle at his silly behaviour. 

"You know I always do." You spoke honestly and it was one of those traits of yours that he admired so much. He loved your honesty, your cheerful personality, your bravery to stand up to your friends. He hated himself for it, but he could have turned into a puddle hearing you say that you had feelings for him. 

"Oh you two, go get a room." James quipped in, with a cheeky grin across his face. 

"Shut up Prongs, you are just jealous, because she clearly loves me more." Sirius replied with a smug expression, a proud smile spread across his face. "Are you going to cheer for me?" Sirius asked, turning back to you. Slytherin was playing against Ravenclaw and Sirius wanted nothing, but your presence to cheer him on. 

"When have I not?" You chuckled and gave a kiss on his cheek. "But only if you give me your spare jersey." You spoke again, with a more confident, ever so proud tone. His eyes widened at your request. Everyone knew that wearing someone else's quidditch jersey meant they belonged together. It wasn't a rule per se, but it became somewhat of a tradition. Sirius felt a sudden urge to pull you closer, attaching his lips to yours, but he was still frozen in place, processing your words. Realising Sirius' silence, your face fell slightly, feeling the rejection you were about to receive. Before he could have spoken, you decided to continue. "You know, it's cold out there." You were hoping your words saved you a life long embarrassment. 

"Yeah, sure." He replied still in a daze, but this time in a more disappointed manner. He thought you meant it, but realising that you didn't have the intentions he thought you had, felt like a slap on his face. He let go of your waist, pulling away from you, before agreeing to give you his jersey at the beginning of the match. 

As he has promised, he looked for you, finding you lurking around the Slytherin changing room. He walked up to you, placing his jersey in your hands, but before you could have even thanked him, he walked away without a word. You found his behaviour unusual, but you didn't have time to talk to him now. He needed to be prepared for the match both emotionally and physically.

Sirius was flying around with his bat in hand, swinging it hard against the bludger as it reached him. He was more angered than excited, but his frustration at least helped him to play even better. Slytherin was in the lead, but he was very unhappy with his team mates, especially with his brother. He flew over to him and nudged his shoulder to get his attention.

"Regulus, would you mind doing something finally?" He asked, giving an annoyed look to his younger brother. 

"Why? Are you missing your school-girl crush already?" He snickered, which earned a slap on the back of his neck from Sirius, causing him to whine loudly. "Was that really necessary?"

"I have to beat some sense into that dumb head of yours." He shrugged with a frustrated sigh. "Now if you don't mind, start searching for that stupid snitch." His tone was ordering, but Regulus just shook it off as he flew away. 

The match continued for another half an hour, before Regulus finally caught the golden snitch, raising it in the air with a triumphant pump. Sirius smiled at his brother as he lower his broom, just about levitating above the ground.

You were running down the spectator stands, over to the quidditch pitch to get to Sirius, with a huge smile across your face. You didn't know how you got the courage or where that confidence boost came from, but as soon as you arrived to him, you grabbed the collar of his robe, pulling him down to meet your lips. 

Sirius didn't know how to react. He was always the one in control, always the one to initiate all the flirting, the make out sessions with his admirers, but for the first time, it was him on the receiving end and not just anyone was kissing him, but you. 

Realising that Sirius wasn't kissing back, realising that you have probably ruined your friendship, you pulled away from him with your eyes wide open, you lips parted in surprise. What have you done? - You thought.

"I am so sorry, Sirius." You tried to save the situation as you felt your stomach churn. 

"Oh no, you don't." He smirked and pulled you back against him, melting your lips together. Your breath hitched in surprise, but you didn't mind. You were finally in his arms and you couldn't have been happier. As Sirius pulled away, he placed his forehead against yours, his eyes still remained closed. 

"I thought you didn't like me. When you asked for my jersey..." He wanted to continue, but his words didn't come. 

"I got scared when you didn't say anything. I thought it was a rejection." You admitted as you searched for his eyes. They finally opened, gazing at you with a sweet smile. 

"I would never reject you." He replied as he pulled you closer to leave a quick peck on your lips. You pulled away, realising the unusual silence. Looking around, you saw a bunch of your schoolmates with shocked expressions. 

"I think we should go." You turned back to Sirius who started to feel just a tad bit awkward in that moment too. "Your mother will kill you." You spoke silently as he climbed off his broom and locked his fingers with yours, your hand getting lost in his warm palm. 

"Screw them." He chuckled as he started pulling you from the pitch, taking you wherever he could finally spend time with you, wrapping his arms around you, kissing you like there's no tomorrow. 

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