Darcy/Sirius Black 19. Knitting.
“Here…” Darcy tossed a balled up bundle of something into his lap and promptly wrapped her arms around his shoulders, leaning over the back of the sofa to do so.
Sirius flattened it out, grinning widely when he saw what it was. “Is that…you put Padfoot on a hat.”
She smirked, admiring her handiwork. “Well, I mean. Low-key isn’t really your forte anyway. So I mean…”
He smoothed his hand over the grey hat, tracing the black dog with his fingertip. “Still though. I think the only thing I’ve ever had knitted for me was a jumper from Mrs. Weasley one Christmas… so thank you, love. I adore it.”
He promptly pulled it down over his head, leaning back to kiss her lips. “Absolutely adore it.”