Not Your Girlfriend [Sirius Black – Marauders Era] [Part 8]
♥ PROMPT ♥ After discovering the mysterious contents of the love potion, Y/N L/N and the Marauders get to work on catching the one responsible. ♥ A/N ♥ I’M BACK! Time for another part of Not Your Girlfriend. Btw, I’m so, so sorry, but this is just a filter chapter. In the next part there will be a LOT of uninterrupted smut. Maybe there will even be a reveal of the culprit? ;) Who knows! If y’all couldn’t already tell, I fucking hate Peter—so he’s never featured in the story! Sorry, not sorry. ♥ WARNINGS ♥ Swearing, Fluff ♥ WORD COUNT ♥ 1000
Y/N L/N was so bloody embarrassed.
“I always knew you were infatuated with me,” Sirius told her, nursing his lips with a fond, suggestive look on his face. “Heart-eyes, lovey-dovey cuddles… why don’t you give me those everyday instead of once a fortnight?”
She punched him in the arm, hard enough to leave a bruise. “Shut the bloody hell up, Sirius, or I swear on Merlin’s grave I will shove my foot up your arse!”
Sirius winked, not even fazed by her threat. “Kinky.”
This time, she merely stomped off. She took note to never again experiment with love potions, especially around that twat.
Y/N L/N was bloody suspicious.
“I think we’ve got another mishap on our hands, fellas,” said James, turning to look at Y/N and Remus with wide eyes. “Look at him, fawning all over her like a sodding puppy!”
“Am I the only one starting to realize how all the people being love-induced are blokes?” asked Remus, giving James and Y/N the side-eye. He almost looked… afraid.
Y/N stayed silent for a moment, then suddenly burst out— “Why the bloody hell has it all been Purebloods?”
Remus and James turned to look at her, both bearing befuddled expressions. “What?” they asked together.
Instead of answering the two Marauders, Y/N merely took out a pad of parchment and a writing utensil. The sound of her quill violently scratching against the yellowed paper freaked out the pair even further.
“You’ve gone mad, haven’t you?” Remus asked, eying her warily.
James sighed. “I’ll be the one to break the news to Sirius, I suppose.”
“I haven’t gone mad, you imbeciles!” Y/N finally snapped, tearing her eyes from the parchment long enough to glare at James and Remus. “Listen, alright? Sirius is a Pureblood… the boy that was fawning over Lily is a Pureblood—Ravenclaw, if you didn’t know—and that boy there is one of the Crabbe brothers… also a Pureblood. This can’t just be a coincidence. Three is the magic number—and that means there’s something fishy going on here.”
“It can’t be a Slytherin,” insisted James, waving his hands around dramatically. “It must be a Ravenclaw or a Gryffindor.”
“Why couldn’t it be a Slytherin? No one likes the Crabbes, including other Purebloods,” Remus said, giving James a disapproving look.
Y/N nodded along in agreement, which only caused James to pout stubbornly—almost like a child would when being scolded by his mum. “It can be someone from any house. My guess is that it’s someone with a vendetta against bullying gits. See, Sirius is notorious around the school for being a prat, and like Remus said, everyone fucking hates the Crabbes—and that boy who wanted to bed Lily is a snobbish git. Makes sense, doesn’t it? Could be a coincidence that they all have purebred blood, or maybe it’s just someone biased towards Muggleborns and Halfbloods—”
“You’re looking a little too far into this, love,” Sirius said bluntly, coming up from behind and wrapping an arm around Y/N’s waist. His hair was wet and tickled the left part of Y/N’s throat. He looked past to where Jonathan Crabbe was chasing after some poor Slytherin girl with a pug nose and horse-like neck. Sirius smirked, letting out a low snicker. “Well, that’s not a sight you see every day.”
Y/N raised an eyebrow at him. She took the parchment and quill in her hands and shoved them quickly into the depths of her robes. “Sure,” she said dubiously. “Crabbe’s feelings for Parkinson are almost as blatant as James’s are for Lily.”
“I resent that!” yelled James. He bore a rather affronted expression on his face. “To be compared to a Crabbe…” He shuddered.
An amused smile tugged at Sirius’s lips before he turned and looked at Y/N. “I gotta borrow you for an hour… two max,” he said with a smirk. By that tone of voice, he definitely wasn’t leaving any room for an argument.
James and Remus knew where this was going. “So… avoid the dorm?” James asked, looking like he was hoping for an affirmative no. Sirius smirked. “Bollocks. Guess I can go and flirt with my Lily-flower then!” He frolicked off, looking like a damned girl.
Remus didn’t even bother saying anything. He just gave a small smile and ran off in a different direction than James.
“So… your dorm, huh?” Y/N said with a grin. She nudged Sirius in the arm and gave a light kiss to his nape. “Very romantic.”
Omg I thought I was alone on the Arabian horse thing I HATE HOW MALFORMED THEY LOOK. They're like the pugs of the horse world and as someone who actually OWNS a horse and had ridden for years it makes me really sad. Arabians are also super prone to anxiety and stress and something tells me Bad Genetics have something to do with that too 8(
YES YES YES exactly. They are the extreme/exotic/overinterferedwith breed of the horse world. It’s literally too much. I can’t even LOOK at them without feeling how nervy they are, like they literally bug me just to see them because they EXUDE anxiety with that facial expression.
And the FUCKING NOSE.
But everyone thinks they are the Mercedes of the horse world and will protect those ugly horse-swans to the death. They need to fucking quit breeding them like that. Thanks to following @craigslisthorses I’ve seen some nice, normal looking Arabians so I don’t hate all of them anymore but ugh.
They look like fucked up fetal horses that grew an adult body and they are horrible.