Imagine Sirius enjoying to make you blush by calling you “Kitten”.
You were sitting in the great hall for breakfast. Still beyond tired, you grabbed your mug like you’d fall over the second you’d let go. That was until a certain someone slid on the seat next to you.
“Morning, Kitten. Had a long night?”. He grinned at you cheerfully, but when he noticed how your head snapped in his direction, a puzzled look crossed his face. “Y/N? Are you okay?”
“I uh.. yeah sure”, you croaked out, wide awake now, trying anything to prevent him from seeing the blush that was creeping across your cheeks.
Pursing his lips, while looking at you, you were certain that he knew what was up, but he still couldn’t resist to tease you a bit further.
“I don’t know, Kitten. You don’t look too well. Want me to bring you back to the dorms?”, he said, while placing a hand on your shoulder.
“I’m.. I.. Thank you.. I think I can.. I can make it alone though”
You were cursing yourself for the effect his words had on you, not that you didn’t already try to put yourself together when he was around, but the nickname literally gave you the rest.
Sirius however enjoyed the way your eyes tried to avoid him while a soft shade of pink caressed your face. He was trying to make a move on you since what felt like forever, while you seemed to not even notice the efford he was putting in trying to get closer to you.
Be it the energy from his decent night’s sleep just a few minutes ago, or the fact that you finally showed some affection towards him, he decided to get a bit more forward with you from on.
Placing his larger hand on top of yours, he lifted his other hand to your face, forcing you to look at him.
“You know, the more I think about it.. I think you should better stay, Kitten”
my thighs are so ticklish and i can just imagine Harry being the little shit he is taking advantage of that