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Sirius Black Imagine: “Towel – Part 2”

Part 2 for Towel?

Read Part 1 here. The story will make sense then ;)

Requested by @sincerelyalivia​  


The Ravenclaw versus Gryffindor Quidditch game would begin in short. All the students were taking a seat, racing for the ones with the best views. You were about to follow their suit when the cold made you shiver. You debated whether to return to your dorms, get your Gryffindor scarf and gloves and lose a good seat, or have a good seat, but spend an hour blowing in your cupped hands and rubbing them together in an attempt to keep warm. A gust of icy wind swept through the crowd, and your decision was made. You would get the scarf and gloves. You still had twenty minutes left before the game began, anyway. You would not get the best seat, but at least you wouldn’t perish with cold.

You ran through the empty corridors, up to the Gryffindor Tower. A whisper of your password and you could climb up to your dorms. You didn’t even bother looking for the scarf and gloves. A simple summoning charm did the trick. You run down the stairs and burst into the Common Room. 

A noise. 

You stopped. You weren’t alone. You scanned the room until you found a very naked Sirius. The sofa was covering his lower zone, but his torso was visible. And damn! What a torso! Your gaze was fixed on his toned chest and abs, no matter how wrong you knew that was. 

“Oh, hello there, [y/l/n]! Enjoying the view?”

You finally focused on his handsome face. He was wearing a cocky grin of his that made boys and girls fall in love with him. Not like you could blame them… The more you studied his features, the more lightheaded you felt. Your pride was so fierce you couldn’t show him he was affecting your rationality though, so you accused, “What the bloody hell are you doing naked in the middle of the Common Room? Have some decency!”

He simply smirked.

“I recall you in a very similar situation only two weeks ago, [y/l/n].”

To your dismay, you felt the heat rise to your cheeks. Did he have to bring that up? You were mortified enough!

“That was an accident, you, jerk!”

“A very sexy accident, may I add.”

Could he stop calling you sexy in that husky voice of his? It was awfully distracting and it turned your cheeks even redder.

“What are you doing here, anyway? You won’t be able to get the best seats. I know you love Quidditch.”

“I could ask you the same!” you shot back, putting your hands on your hips.

He actually chuckled and you felt your knees weakening at the rich sound.

“Remus and Peter are saving a seat for me. I will have great views of the game, although perhaps I should stay here. This view is even better,” he said, eyeing you up and down and biting his lip.

He was making you nervous.

“You haven’t answered me yet.”

“I was cold,” you admitted lamely, showing him the red and golden gloves and scarf you had gotten. “That’s why I returned.”

Silence swept over the room. That was the perfect moment to end the conversation and run to get a seat, but there was a part of you that you couldn’t quite understand and that wanted to keep talking to the attractive bloke in front of you, so you stayed.

He made a move to put himself in front of the sofa, and you shut your eyes. He would expose himself! Everything about him! He probably did that to brag about his physique some more, as if you hadn’t already noticed he was hot. Bloody hell! He was incorrigible!

“[Y/l/n]? Why are you keeping your eyes closed?”

“You’re bloody naked!” you squeaked, shutting your eyes with more force. “N-A-K-E-D! How do you expect me to react?!”

He laughed. The bastard! Why did he find your frustration and embarrassment so amusing?

“I know it may come as surprising to you, but I can spell. And for the record, I’m wearing a towel, [y/l/n].”

He what? You opened one eye, just to make sure he wasn’t lying. He wasn’t. The white towel, much similar to the one you wore the last time, covered him from the waist to the calves. You sighed in relief and met his eyes, desperately trying to take your mind off picturing him totally naked. 

He was moving close to you. The closer he got, the faster your respiration turned. You should have run away from him, but your legs didn’t move. You were transfixed by him. He was intoxicating.

“You know, [y/l/n]? Perhaps you won’t need the scarf and the gloves to keep you warm… A simple kiss would have the same effect and would be far more pleasant…”

Now he wanted a kiss from you?! The nerve!

“Dream on!”

Your legs finally moved, but he caught your wrist and yanked you against his chest. He smacked his lips against yours. Your [y/e/c] eyes widened and you stood still. The tip of his tongue teased your bottom lip, and that was when all your defenses and excuses melted away. You kissed him back, throwing the scarf and gloves so that you could circle his neck and bring his toned body closer to yours. To your surprise, he was the one to part. Your foreheads were touching. Both of you were panting.

“I got tired of dreaming. I want the real thing,” he breathed.

Rational thought struck again when you heard those words. What had you done? The kiss had felt amazing. You couldn’t deny it, but you still were unsure about your feelings for him. You bit your bottom lip and pulled away, already missing the warmth of his body.

“I must go or I won’t find a seat,” you mumbled, picking up the gloves and scarf and averting his eyes at all costs.

“[Y/n], wait!” he screamed before you could leave the room. “Why don’t you join me and my friends? You will have great views of the game. Please.”

It was the first time he had called you by the first name, the first time he didn’t sound arrogant, so despite feeling like you would regret staying, you turned around and faced him.

Quidditch was one of your passions, even if you couldn’t fly if your life depended on it. You wanted to enjoy the game. Yet, you had wasted so much time that you doubted you would find a decent seat to do so. Thus, the offer was very tempting. Remus was a nice guy. You hadn’t talked much to Peter, but you guessed he couldn’t be that bad. The only problem was that you would be next to Sirius, and you knew you wouldn’t be able to focus on Quidditch, even less after the kiss you had just shared. But then again, that wouldn’t be so awful, would it? Perhaps you should agree to go with him.

“I promise I will wear something more than a towel,” added Sirius, some of his flirty nature returning. “And I won’t kiss you again until you ask me to.”

“Why do you believe that I will ask you to kiss me again?” you asked, raising an eyebrow and getting hard to play.

He gave you a rascal grin.

“So you will join us?”

Bugger! Why was he so sharp?

“Only because the views will be great!” you finally replied, trying to muster your dignity.

His eyes turned mischievous. His hand lifted slowly until he could caress your cheek with his knuckles. To your dismay, you felt yourself enjoying his touch, and he smirked. You knew what that meant: it meant he had tested you, and you had fallen right into his trap when you leaned into him. 

“In your dreams, [y/n],” he teased, as if letting you know he knew the real reason you had accepted.

He disappeared from the room to get dressed, you presumed. Suddenly, you wished he had gone outside with only a towel. The views would be even better than Quidditch.

Originally posted by bentbarnes

Hypothetically...

(OOC: Lily Evans played by the wonderful, incredible, adorable, honestly I can’t explain how fantastic, @nah-she-did-not 

James Potter and script by me)

James: You know, some people would say that you staring at the back of my head,

Fin

  • Voldemort: The Boy who Lived... come to die
  • Harry: Die?😉🔥 Only quitters let death catch up!😤🏃🏻 Chosen One⚡️👐🏻 Rip Dumbledore💙😭 Keep fighting!😵 Gryffindor quidditch 🔱❤️ Captain😅😅 The Prophet is for Pussies 😤😤 Merlin #1✌🏻👐🏻 Friends💛
  • Umbridge: Boys and girls are not permitted to stand within eight inches of eachother!
  • *Gay Wizard laughter*
Transfiguration Class
  • McGonagall: now class, what is the difference between an animagus and a werewolf?
  • Sirius: *raises hand*
  • McGongall: yes Mr. Black?
  • Sirius: an animagus has better hair
  • Remus: *raises hand* well werewolves are taller
  • Remus: generally speaking
  • Sirius: *raises hand* WELL animagi have better bodies!
  • James: *raises hand* I second that and I also second that they have better hair
  • Remus: *raises hand* well werewolves don't have the time or energy to style their hair for 20 minutes, particularly around the full moon!
  • Peter: *raises hand* plus, werewolves don't sing obnoxiously in the shower
  • Class: ......
  • Sirius: animagi are sexier
  • James: yeah!
  • McGonagall: .....while I appreciate the compliments, those were not the answers I was looking for
  • James : Nice to meet you I'm James Potter, son of Fleamont and Euphemia, also known as Prongs, chaser in the Gryffindor Quidditch team, Headboy and this is my friend-
  • Sirius *cuts him off*: Sirius Black, but in fact I'm white, huge family disappointment, queen of sass, prettiest bitch around here, good doggo, heartbreaker, Remus Lupin's best girl
  • James : ...
  • Sirius : Yeah and a star was named after me once
  • James : You were named after the star, padfoot
  • Sirius : That's what they want you to believe
The year Harry was born
  • Peter: GUYS STAR WARS COMES OUT THIS YEAR!
  • Sirius: WHAT?!
  • James: OH MY GOSH I AM SOOO EXCITED!
  • Lily: ahem
  • James: OH YEAH LILY YOU CAN COME TOO
  • Lily: *narrows eyes*
  • James: wut
  • Remus: oh you know just the birth of your child is happening this year and you seem to be more excited about Star Wars.
  • Sirius:
  • Peter:
  • James:
  • James: WOOO BABY
  • peter: BABY BABY BABY
  • Sirius: YESSS GO LILY YOU CARRY THAT BABY YOU GO!
  • James: WOOO please don't make me sleep outside WOOO
  • Lily: mhmm.
  • Remus: ...Sirius, what's that on Harry's head?
  • Sirius: Hmm? His scar? Don't talk about his scar, Remus, he get's very self conscious-
  • Remus: Not the scar, you dolt, what did you put on the baby's head?
  • Sirius: First of all, I am INSULTED that you would insinuate I would do anything to the precious little fawn-
  • Remus: *Pushes Harry's hair off of his forehead*
  • Sirius: Second of all -
  • Remus: DID YOU TURN HIS SCAR INTO THE AC/DC LOGO?
  • Sirius: -they're a great band
  • Dumbledore: I've found the perfect place to raise Harry until he's old enough for school.
  • McGonagall: With Remus and Sirius?
  • Dumbledore: Nope...
  • McGonagall: Hagrid's?
  • Dumbledore: Not exactly...
  • McGonagall: At Hogwarts with me?
  • Dumbledore: No...
  • McGonagall: I give up. Where?
  • Dumbledore: Well, now I'm not sure I want to tell you.