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FALL SHUFFLES INTO QUIDDITCH SEASON AS THE FIRST GAME SLOWLY APPROACHES. The first match of the season, Gryffindor vs Ravenclaw.

    Sirius was standing in the boys changing room, trying to calm his nerves. But it was no use. Every single time he thought about the fact that she will be out there on the opposite team, it made him feel like his stomach was twisting into a knot.

     He couldn't focus, he couldn't think coherently. The only thing his mind was focused on, was the fact that the girl he liked was going to be across from him.

By the time the team got out to the field, Sirius was a complete mess. His heart felt like it was going to explode. He felt like he was on the verge of a panic attack. And he couldn't even concentrate on the captains shaking hands. He couldn't even look in her direction.

      When everything was set, the whistle for the start of the game sounded. And as soon as he heard that whistle, everything else faded away.

      The game was the only thing that was on his mind now.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Ravenclaw had won.

They decided to have a little celebratory party after in their common room. Drinks, food, music, more drinks. No matter what people say; Ravenclaws knew how to party. They had even invited the other houses to the party to celebrate their victorious win.

And even though Gryffindor lost, Sirius was at the party, with a drink in his hand. It was the first time he had gotten the chance to see her after the match. And he was determined to talk to her.

     After a few more minutes of waiting, he finally saw her across the room, surrounded by her friends and a few, very tall Ravenclaw guys.

      He took a deep breath and started to walk over to her. As he neared her. He noticed her friends spot him and quietly say something to her. She turned around and her eyes locked onto his.

He tried to smile, his heart thumping in his chest, as he stopped in front of her, "Hey, princess." He greeted, trying his best to keep his voice steady.

"Hi, Sirius," she greeted back, a warm smile on her face. Her cheeks were flushed from the amount of alcohol she'd consumed, her eyes dilated by a fraction.

Sirius swallowed hard as he looked at her, his grey eyes roaming over her. She looked absolutely gorgeous, the smile on her face only making her look even more breathtaking.

     He glanced over at her friends that were still standing around her. He was tempted to just shove them all away. Just so he could talk to her. And have her focus on him.

      But instead of doing that, he looked back at her. "Care to step outside for a moment?" He asked, nodding his head towards a door.

       She shook her head, her hair swaying back and forth with the motion as she said goodbye to her friends as she followed Sirius out the door of the common room and into the hallway.

       Sirius waited until he was certain that her friends weren't watching them before reaching down and taking her hand, intertwining their fingers as he led her further away from the crowd and into a dark, quiet hallway.

     He leaned against the wall, tugging on her hand lightly so she could stand in front of him.

"Congratulations on winning," he murmured, looking down at her face. She looked even more beautiful in the dim lighting of the hallway. It was making his heart almost leap out of his chest.

His eyes flickered over her face, trying to gauge her reaction to him being so close. He swallowed hard, "You looked amazing up there on that broom. Made me jealous of it." He murmured, his fingers subconsciously rubbing her hip.

      She smiled even wider, looking down at their intertwined fingers before looking back up into his eyes. They conveyed unspeakable emotions; want, need, desire... lust. It almost made her shiver at the sight but she refused to let that happen. She wasn't about to let some guy make her feel these things. Especially Sirius Black.

       No way.

      "Sorry not sorry," she whispered back with a gentle shrug of her shoulders.

      Despite everything going on in his head, he couldn't help but smirk. The way she looked at him, the way she whispered to him, her response... It all only made that want for her grow even stronger.

His smirk grew into a smile as he looked down at her, his thumb rubbing her hip. His heart was pounding in his chest as he spoke. "You make it so hard to focus, princess." He muttered.

For some reason, she didn't mind the way his thumb rubbed over her hip. She knew she should. She knew it. But she couldn't help but not care. And his words, god, his words were not helping the situation.

But what she was about to say wasn't going to help either.

"And what are you gonna do about it?" She asked him.

Sirius swallowed hard, his blood beginning to heat up at her words. He knew what he wanted to do.

      "How drunk are you, princess?" He asked, his eyes flickering between her eyes and her lips.

       "Not very," she replied as he gave her a look that said 'seriously?' She nodded and sighed, "Okay, maybe a little... but I'm fine!"

       Sirius let out a low chuckle, shaking his head, "Sure you are." He said, his thumb still rubbing her hip.

He knew she was drunk, and he knew that he shouldn't do anything while she was drunk. He knew that.

But she looked so damn good, she was so close to him, and he could smell her perfume. It was driving him insane.

      He leaned his head down a bit, bringing his mouth close to her ear. His eyes trailed over her face, studying her, taking note of every single little detail. He pressed his lips against the side of her neck with a feather light touch, "How many drinks have you had, princess?" He murmured against her skin.

As soon as his warm lips touched her skin, her brain short circuited. She had to resist the urge to let out any type of sound, letting him know that—even though she was drunk—secretly enjoying it. Her hand found the hem of his maroon quidditch sweater, holding onto it like she was holding onto the last of her drunken sanity.

"Uh... uhm..." she stuttered out, closing her eyes as she racked her brain to find words. What the hell was wrong with her? Usually she was so quick and literate that it would almost annoy everyone, but right now, she was speechless. "T-Two or three."

He smirked against her neck, her reaction not going unnoticed. The way she gripped his sweater and her stuttering, it only fueled his already hot blood.

    He knew he had to stop, but he was too damn weak to put an end to it. Not when she was having a reaction like that.

     "Only two or three drinks, princess?" He whispered against her neck, his mouth pressing against her skin again, his tongue gently licking her jaw.

      God, she hated him.

      No, you don't, said a voice inside her head that was obviously coherent. She hated him for being such a cocky, arrogant, womanizing bastard. She hated him for making her feel like this towards him; making her feel soft almost.

       That's when she realized that she was in deep shit.

       That's when she realized that she a deep crush on Sirius Black. And she could do nothing to stop it.

❪ ៸ 𝑨𝑼𝑻𝑯𝑶𝑹'𝑺 𝑵𝑶𝑻𝑬 ━━━━━ ! ﹆◞ ❫
ꔛ﹅ ۰ ۰ ۰ 一 ꗃ: been replaying "tesselate" by alt-j for the last few days and i think m this line fits sirius, regulus, and lenna perfectly.

"chunks of you will sink down to the seals, blubber rich in mourning, they'll nosh you up, yes, they'll nosh the love away, but it's fair to say, you will still haunt me."

thank you for coming to my ted talk 🫡

see you guys next chapter! <3