Sirius Black Imagine: “Bets – Part 2”
I really loved ‘Bets’,
can you maybe put a part 2 of it on your list? :)
You can read Part 1 here. This imagine will make sense then ;)
Requested by anon
You were dreadful when it came to bets. You lost them 90% of the times, but you found that losing wasn’t so bad, especially when Sirius was involved. You thought that bets weren’t so difficult to win until last year, when you lost a bet and ended up in a blind date with Sirius; when he told you he would beat you in a snowball fight and, indeed, he won the game and a first kiss. The memory always brought a smile to your face.
It was morning. You straightened your clothes and strolled down the Great Hall. Most students had already left, not even bothering having breakfast. It was Hogsmeade day, after all. They would rather eat out.
You spotted a couple of ravenclaws chatting on their table plus two gryffindors: Remus and Sirius. They were playing a game of chess. By the thin line Sirius had his lips pressed, you could tell that he was losing. Seeing him so frustrated was amusing and adorable at the same time, but at the end you couldn’t fight back your hufflepuff nature and decided to put him out of his misery. You approached him from behind and kissed his temple. He didn’t greet you, but you saw askance the way his lips curved up. Your [y/e/c] eyes studied the board.
“Pawn to Bishop 4,“ you murmured.
Sirius frowned and tugged at your hufflepuff tie to whisper in your ear.
“Remus will kill my Queen then.”
“Just do it,” you advised with a knowing smile.
Remus darted his eyes. Sirius knew him well enough to know his friend was scared, so he smirked and repeated the chess moves you had suggested. It turned out that that was the key to win.
“Ha! Checkmate!” Sirius exclaimed, raising his arms in victory.
“You only won because [y/n] helped you…” whined Remus.
Sirius rolled his eyes.
“I won because you were not clever enough. I have actually won [y/n] at chess several times, Moony.”
“Really?” he asked, diverted. He clearly didn’t believe a word. “Then prove it.”
“Fine by me,” you quickly agreed, seeing the slight panic in your boyfriend’s eyes.
You felt like playing chess, and playing with Sirius was always fun.
“But we need to go to Hogsmeade, already,” he complained, trying to escape a little humiliation.
“I don’t want to go to Hogsmeade… It’s raining. I’d rather stay here.”
“But then I will not be able to buy jelly slugs!”
So he didn’t want to stay? Well, there was no way you would go into that crazy rainy weather, not when you could stay warm, feeling his strong arms cuddling you while you chatted and kissed by the fire. Suddenly, a word popped into your head: bets. Of course! You could turn this into a bet! This could very well be classified inside the 10% of the times you won them. You were going to take advantage of the situation. You had nothing to lose, not when you knew how bad he was at chess.
“Let’s make a bet, then,” you proposed, smiling mischievously.
He narrowed his eyes.
“Are you afraid?” you shot back, enjoying his reaction.
Remus had his arms crossed and was looking at you two as if it was a muggle film.
“Yes, Padfoot, are you afraid?”
Sirius swallowed hard and flashed him a cocky grin.
“You wish. Let’s start the game, already.”
It didn’t take you long to beat him, even less than usual. His nerves were betraying him and he was making all the wrong moves. He pulled a disappointed face and you almost kissed him just to make him feel better.
“Well, this was…” started Remus, looking for the right word, “entertaining, but I’m afraid I have to leave now to go to Hogsmeade. Wormtail is waiting for me. Enjoy the day, Padfoot!”
He ran out of the room, sniggering. Sirius puffed and hung his head. Winning the bet for once had felt tremendously good, but you didn’t fancy a sulking boyfriend. You couldn’t stand seeing him like that.
“Come on… Losing bets isn’t so bad,” you mumbled, patting his back. “I can sneak you into my Common Room… We will be able to relax by the fire and cuddle… and snog. I can even get something from the kitchen before sneaking in… I’m sure they have some jelly slugs somewhere.”
The last part improved his mood considerably. He shot his head up and gave you one of his charming smiles.
“I think I like the plan after all…”
You rolled your eyes.
“Of course you would! Jelly slugs are your cure.”
He smiled sadly then, his expression softening and his eyes shining with something you couldn’t quite name.
“You are wrong, [y/n]. You are my cure.”
You froze. He bowed his head and pressed his lips against yours, his fingertips caressing your cheek. The kiss was sweet, almost chaste, yet it left you breathless anyway. When he pulled away he had his usual cocky grin plastered on his face.
“I think I should congratulate you for winning a bet, at last.”
You smacked him playfully in the ribs and gave out a giggle.
“I really wanted to stay in, and you are really bad at chess.”
He made a humming sound, as if agreeing, and finally guided you to the kitchens. You didn’t sneak into Hufflepuff’s Common Room until he found those jelly slugs. You finally slumped onto the sofa in front of the fire, and soon felt Sirius putting an arm over your shoulders while he kept eating those jelly slugs. You kissed his cheek and neck to distract him, and soon, he forgot about the sweets and snogged you.
“Losing bets isn’t so bad,” he panted amid kisses.
You chuckled and mumbled, “Told ya.”