Requested plot: Imagine the reader as a Slytherin paired with Sirius in a class, she is injured during class and Sirius takes her to Madame Pomfrey. They secretly like each other. Sarcastic, sassy Sirius Black would be preferred.
Word count: 1362 Disclaimer: I don’t own anything recognisable. Warning: Strong language.
The four boys chatted lightly, barely recognising the angry plants trying to attack them with their deadly spikes. Herbology for the sixth-year students was a tad bit more dangerous than the earlier years. Today they were studying a green, spiky, toothsome plant called Venomous Tentacula. Peter had sniggered under his breath as Professor Sprout had introduced the students to the plant, and Remus had shoved his elbow in the blonde boy’s side. The plants had angry, and deadly vines that tried to bite at the students, especially if they didn’t pay close attention.
“I hope all of you have your wands ready, know the severing charm, and aren’t afraid of some dirty fingers,” the professor bellowed. “Now, you’ll find your partner on the list I’ve created,” she waved her wand, and the list flew from student to student.
James sent his partner a cheeky smile. Lily rolled her eyes in reply as James headed towards the red-haired girl. Remus and Peter left the group to join up with fellow Gryffindor students. Only Sirius remained seated, frowning at the name of his partner.
A hand slammed down on the table in front of him; long fingers stretched out across her books. She usually painted her nails red. Today was no exception.
“Am I not the luckiest girl in the whole of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry,” the words rolled off her tongue dryly.
“You must have swallowed an entire bottle of Liquid Luck to score me as your partner, (Y/N)-baby, unfortunate that you had to take your contemptuous, spiteful demeanour out on me,” he turned in his chair to look at the Slytherin girl next to him.
“Wow, and I argued that that penis-enlargement charm wouldn’t work, but here you are, twice the dick you were yesterday,” (Y/N) snapped at him. Sirius let out a strangled cough, sending the Slytherin a vexed look.
(Y/N) smirked victoriously, watching as Sirius opened his copy of Flesh-Eating Trees of the World.
(Y/N) did the same, keeping a safe distance between herself and the poisonous plant given to them by the Professor.
“It says here,” said Sirius, still a hint of annoyance in his voice, “The Venomous Tentacula can in some forms of the plant also fire spiky spore-like balls from their mouths at their targets,” he looked up at (Y/N), “Sounds familiar?”
“Ha-ha, Black, I’m not the poisonous plant here,” (Y/N) spat, eyeing the plant carefully.
“I don’t know, you’re green, sharp, rather nasty looking, and you must contain some form of venom as you keep every living being a good few feet away.” The two watched as the plant moved it’s arms away from them, “Look, even the plant won’t look at you,” he laughed aloud.
“For your information, Black, it doesn’t even have eyes!” (Y/N) raised her voice, angry. With two distracted teenagers before it, the Venomous Tentacula shot forward biting her left arm; she dropped her quill immediately.
None of them spoke for half a second, only watched as the plant sunk its teeth into her flesh. Sirius reacted first, “Diffindo,” he shouted, pointing his wand at the plant’s vine. It snapped off.
Sirius’ charm had created a silence in the room; all heads turned towards the two dead-pale teens.
“Holy fuck!” Sirius exclaimed, but Professor Sprout didn’t take any points from the House as he cursed loudly. (Y/N) saw a thin stripe of blood drip from the bite; it didn’t look dangerous, but every student in the room knew it was very, very dangerous.
“(Y/N),” the professor said calmly, taking hold of the girl’s arm, “this will sting,” (Y/N) did not have any time to react to the woman’s words. The tip of Professor Sprout’s wand sent a jet of icy blue light at (Y/N)’s arm, “Glacius.” She had completely frozen the girl’s arm, keeping the poison from spreading from the bite.
A sum of frightened whispers ran through the air; they were probably all waiting for the girl to drop dead.
“Mr Black, please take Miss (Y/L/N) to the infirmary, and try doing so without starting a bickering contest,” the professor looked at Sirius, sending him a stern look.
“Um, yes, Professor,” they wasted no time, rushing out of the greenhouse.
“Damn it, Black! This is all your fault!” (Y/N) muttered at him angrily.
“My fault, you didn’t pay attention, (Y/L/N)!” He snapped back at her but kept his arm around her to make sure she didn’t fall as they walked up the hill towards the castle.
“Yes, but you distracted me!” she raised her voice.
“Only because you insulted me!” Sirius replied.
“I’m sorry that you fragile male ego is more important than my life, Black, but I don’t fucking care!” she slapped him with her good hand.
He grabbed her hand before she could hit him again, holding on to it. “You know, you should come with a warning label, (Y/N) (Y/L/N).”
She laughed a little, “Oh, I should?”
“Shit, your arm is turning purple, (Y/N),” he looked at her bite mark.
She tried to wiggle her good arm out of his grip, about to hit him again, but he held on too tight. “I swear, Black, if my arm is permanently purple after this, I’ll kill you in your sleep!” she yelled at him.
“I mean it,” she told him as they entered the main building, heading down to the infirmary.
Poppy Pomfrey gasped as the girl walked in with a frozen, purple arm. “Mr Black, have I not seen you enough times this week already,” she told the boy helping her inside.
“I would argue, Poppy, that you can never see someone as handsome as myself, too many times,” Sirius joked, handing the girl, who now had a faint smile on her lips, over to the nurse.
“Asshole,” (Y/N) whispered as the nurse helped her over to one of the infirmary beds, she wasn’t told off.
“I’ll just stay here, in the corner, all by myself, worrying sick about your health, (Y/N), ” Sirius dramatically yelled over at the two witches as (Y/N) sat down.
“Yeah, you do that, Black!” she yelled back, but Madame Pomfrey told her to keep still and ignore him.
“I hope your arm stays purple!” he shouted, laughing at his words.
“Fuck you!” (Y/N) replied loudly, but the nurse looked angry at her at that.
“Will it? Will it stay purple?” (Y/N) asked scared, looking as the woman smiled a little.
“Of course not, Miss (Y/L/N), I’ve treated these types of injuries long enough to heal skin discolouration in my sleep,” she smiled.
“Thank Merlin,” she whispered under her breath, casting a curious look over at the wizard in the corner. He had stayed true to his words, standing perfectly still, watching as the nurse healed her.
After three complicated spells (Y/N) had never heard of before and a horribly bitter potion, her arm was back to normal.
“I would like for you to stay under observation for a few hours before I check you out, Miss (Y/L/N), in case of any complications,” Madame Pomfrey told her with a warm smile.
“Mr Black is free to stay if he would like so, just so he won’t, what was it, Mr Black, ‘worry sick about your health’? I don’t want you sick inside my infirmary more this week,” she told the raven-haired boy, who gave the older woman a sheepish grin.
The woman left as Sirius moved towards the Slytherin.
“I hate you,” (Y/N) muttered heated.
“I love you,” Sirius replied.
“Whatyoujustsay?” (Y/N) looked at him, eyes wide.
“Nothing, I was just trying out that ‘heat of the moment, expressing our suppressed feelings for each other’-thing,” Sirius brushed a hand through messy locks. (Y/N) sat up from her bed, turning towards him with a baffled look, not knowing what to say.
“This is your cue, (Y/N); you’re supposed to do the same,” he smirked, moving his hands nervously as he spoke. Sirius seemed to have apparated towards here. He now stood only a few inches away.
“I hate you, Sirius Black,” she whispered. He heard her. It was his cue. He kissed her.