Sirius x Slytherin!Reader: Loner Girl
Warnings: Mentions of alcohol
A/N: I am so sorry it’s taken me so long to write an imagine! I’ve been so busy with school but I should be basically back now (Tbf i had 1 day off) x I hope you enjoy reading and remember to send me requests!!
Let’s get this clear: Y/N Y/L/N detested Sirius Black, the Slytherin was amongst the very few that didn’t fall for the Gryffindor’s charms and it was what made him notice her.
You were sat underneath a large tree in the grounds, a blanket wrapped around your legs, contently reading when Sirius approached you for the first time that day (it was 5pm, a record). “Have you been hiding from me?”
You didn’t respond.
“Because that would hurt my feelings.”
You smiled down at your book.
“Ooh ouch. I know you like me really.” He said confidently.
“Oh, I’m sorry, I thought you were holding a mirror.” You retorted, looking up.
“Haha. See you tomorrow love.” He called, before jogging back over to his group.
Once he and his group were out of eyesight, you folded your blanket up and made your way back to the castle, leaves crunching underfoot and your mind swarming with sarcastic remarks for Sirius. You were more of the lonely kind and so didn’t like being in the common room during weekends therefore spent a lot of time in the East Wing Tower with your owl. Today, however, you’d decided to spend a long time outside and so had just enough time to drop your blanket off before dinner.
You sat down near the end of the table, next to your friend Bisla. “I haven’t seen you today.” She commented.
“I was outside reading, sorry.”
“It’s fine- potions essay Monday then?”
“Um, sure.” Internally, you groaned, you liked being alone and didn’t understand people who constantly felt the need to do work together- Sirius and his friends do that, you thought to yourself.
You ate dinner reasonably quietly with only a few people asking you what’d you got for a homework or how your parents were doing (purebloods were friends with purebloods). That was until Bisla dropped the bombshell question: “Y/N are you coming to the party tomorrow, after the quidditch match?”
Before you could even think of an excuse she whispered, “I know you’re not doing anything. You’re coming.”
You gave her a half-hearted glare and nodded your head, maybe that’s what Sirius was talking about.
After dinner, you wandered to the East Wing Tower and stayed there until lights out, only getting the feeling that someone was by the door once.