Don’t Flatter Yourself
Pairing: Sirius x Slytherin
Warnings: Angry tension, mild rough-ness?
Sirius had been reaching for a bottle lacewing flies on the top shelf. He was stifling a yawn and enjoying the satisfying stretch of his muscles as his fingers curled around the glass. It was then, as he turned back, that the wind was almost knocked out of him.
He let out a grunt as a flash of emerald slammed into his chest, and the lacewing fly fell from his grasp.
He made to dive for it, but it was too late. Glass crunched and smashed on the floor.
“Great!” He snapped, finally straightening up and looking at the girl in front of him.
“Problem, Black?” A neatly shaped eyebrow raised, and Sirius felt a tiny jolt as he took in the face of Evangeline Wilkes.
“That was the last bottle, Wilkes.” He growled.
“Oh dear.” She said, mock concern saturating her features. “I’m awfully sorry.”
Sirius twitched as she bit down on a pillowy bottom lip.
“I don’t think someone like you is capable of being sorry.” He snapped.
Evangeline let out a gasp, her face full of sarcastic concern. “No? What do you propose? Lessons?”
“Some people are beyond helping.” Sirius snarled, her tone already creeping under his skin.
His gaze wandered to the curl that had fallen in front of her wide green eyes. He wanted to lose his hands in her hair, to see if it was as soft as it looked. He wanted to tug at it.
“Whatever will I do without your approval, Black?” She smirked.
“On second thoughts, I could always make you sorry.” Sirius growled.
“Now now.” Evangeline stepped forward. With a jerk she pushed him back into the shelves, the palm of her hand square in the middle of his chest. “You should really leave that sort of thing to us Slytherins.”
For a moment her perfume fogged Sirius’s mind, and he thought about the ways he’d make her sorry. Maybe he’d close the gap between them, whip her round so it was her against those shelves. Lift her up and lock her legs around his hips, nip his teeth along the skin of her neck, leave her with bruises that made her moan through those pretty lips.
Her eyes were glinting. “You see, our threats aren’t empty.”
It was a challenge, and Sirius couldn’t resist.
His hands found her waist, easily pushing her backwards. The gasp that left her lips lit a fire in the pit of his stomach. He felt her back hit the far wall and for a moment he couldn’t stop himself pressing flush against her, his hands squeezing her waist as he glared down at her. For a moment the air was thick between them, and Evangeline’s chest pressed against his as she took in a jagged breath.
Her surprise quickly morphed into a practiced smirk. “I suppose even Gryffindors can’t resist.”
Sirius clenched his jaw, forcing himself to regain control.
“Don’t flatter yourself.” He muttered, somehow managing to let go and turn away.
He heard her short laugh as he walked back into the potions classroom. “Too late, Black.”