104. Being all pureblood and stuff Sirius was able to speak French. Whenever he got too angry or too excited or was swearing a lot, it would just come out in French. The other marauders started picking up French and it became a running joke. Like “oh look Sirius has gone French again”.
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.
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
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
“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
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
“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
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
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
“[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.