Love Draught - A Sirius Black Imagine
Hi! :) I’m sorry I haven’t written in a long time, let’s say I had busy weeks lately.
Warnings : None, really, maybe a little fluff. Would lead to smut eventually.
‘Of course you had to blow the whole thing!’ you scream as the boiling potion turns into a bright red colour.
It was supposed to be blue and Sirius freaking Black threw the liquorice roots too early in the process, messing up your third try.
'I love it when you talk about blowing things Y/N, really’ he replies, smirking.
'Oh shut up, Black. You know if we can’t manage that potion before the end of the week, Slughorn is going to make us fail the class!’
He looks at you, disgusted.
'He won’t fail you, you’re in his house.’
'Oh and you think he’s going to care? It’s supposed to be a team work, Black. Do you know what a team mate is supposed to do? Not fucking messing away with the homework!’
'Hey, Y/L/N, if you’re not happy, just do it yourself!’
'Fine!’ you shout back, emptying the cauldron with your wand.
Stupid Black. You roll your eyes. When professor Slughorn paired you together, you didn’t know yet how Sirius could be clumsy. He was so brilliant, nevertheless, he didn’t use his talent to achieve Potions carefully. He didn’t care about this matter.
But you did and there was no way he was going to make you fail the class. Your mid-term exam was at the end of the week and if you wanted to get your NEWT next year, you absolutely had to pass that essay.
'Fuck it’ you whispered to yourself, leaving the class more frustrated.
It was always about that. Half on the year, you had been fighting with Sirius constantly over the work you had to do. He despised you because you were in Slytherin and you loathed him because he was a jerk. If he judged you by the colour of the tie you wore, that was his lost.
Still, you didn’t want to admit to yourself that he was kind of hot when he was angry. The way he was throwing his hands in the air in desperation made you wonder what those could do around your body. And even if you thought it was lame, the sexual innudendos he’d make once in a while turned you on more than you wanted to concede.
You sighed. He was a player. And you’d never stoop to that.
But he was constantly in your mind. His bark like laugh made you shiver inside.
The prick. The fucking prick.
He always got away of shitty situations with that handsome smile of his. But not with you. And he hated it.
You walked into the halls thinking about the exams coming up. You really would master the damn potion if it wasn’t for your shitty teammate. You both even asked Slughorn if you could change partners.
'It just doesn’t work out, professor.’
'Yeah she and I aren’t a good match.’
'He’s right. We hate each other.’
Slughorn looked at you with a wide smile.
'It just encourages me to keep making you two work together. If you can brew this potion in these conditions, you’ll be able to brew any potion at the end of the year!’
And now you were stuck with him.
After dinner, you saw Sirius in the corridor, babbling with his friend James.
'Black!’ you shouted.
He looked at you and rolled his eyes.
'What is it, again?’
'You’ll have to go get liquorice roots again. We haven’t any left since you spoiled the last of it.’
'How about you go get it yourself?’ he replied, turning his back at you.
You clenched your fists together.
'Hey, I didn’t ask for this either but I don’t want to fail Potions just because of you! If you don’t want to go alone, at least come with me! I won’t do the dirty work solo, again!’
James looked at the both of you, amused.
'Okay lovebirds-’ he said, Sirius looking harshly at James at the sound of the last word, ’-enough. Sirius, why don’t you be a gentleman and go with the lady?’
Sirius shrugged and sighed. You silently thanked James. He could be a pain in the ass when he wanted to, but at least he showed a little bit more brains than his best friend.
You walked in the deserted hall until you reached the wide closet where professor Slughorn kept the ingredients accessible for the students.
'It’s locked’ said Sirius, pulling the doorknob.
'Are you a wizard or what?’ you replied, annoyed.
You pulled out your wand of your pockets and pointed it at the door.
You heard a tick and you turned the handle.
Sirius gave you the angry look.
'It’s on the highest shelf’ you said.
'Why don’t you go grab it?’
'I’m too short!’ you replied.
'Are you a witch or what?’ he answered, stepping into the big closet.
After a few ramblings, you heard Sirius sigh heavily.
'It’s not here’
'It should be. Keep looking!’
'I already looked twice. There’s none left. We’ll have to wait tomorrow.’
You stepped into the little room.
'We can’t wait for tomorrow, we have to try again tonight!’
Sirius turned around, looking bothered.
'If you hadn’t mess with the last attempt, we wouldn’t have to try again.’
'Well, the liquorice’s not here so I guess we’ll wait.’
'I don’t believe you! I’m sure you don’t find it on purpose!’
'Hey, Y/L/N, if you don’t believe me, come and take a look!’
You rolled your eyes and started to look everywhere. Sirius was right, after a few minutes of grabbing every pots and bottles, you realized that the main ingredient for your potion was not available.
'Shit’ you muttered.
Frustrated, you walked to the door. You tried to open it. It was locked from the outside.
'Oh, for Merlin’s!’ you shouted.
You tried to open it with your wand, it didn’t work.
Sirius pushed you on the side as he tried to unlock it himself.
'Oh just great’ you cried. 'Now I’m stuck with you.’
Sirius turned around, facepalming. He let his body slip on the floor, hands on his raised knees.
You slipped on the ground as well.
'This your fault’ Sirius mumbled.
'What did you say?’ you replied, your face becoming red.
'You heard me just fine.’
'Hey, if you had taken this shit seriously, we wouldn’t be there in the first place!’
'I hate you so much’ he said, looking at you with a smirk.
'It’s mutual, I hate you too.’
He smiled, sighing heavily.
'You know you’re pretty when you’re angry?’
'Don’t start, Black, not in the mood.’
'You never are’ he replied, messing with his dark locks.
'Is there a time you aren’t?’ you asked, blushing suddenly.
'Only when you’re not around, Y/L/N.’
You looked into his silver eyes, he was grinning.
'Oh, shut it. We hate each other, remember?’
But you found yourself leaning closer on him. You could almost feel his heart beating next to you. The heat releasing from his body was unbearable. You felt like you wanted to melt into him.
Time felt like it stopped. You could feel the tension between you two. Both your bodies were burning with desire.
'I hate you’ you whispered, benching your face on his.
He licked his lower lips, still staring intensely in your eyes. You could feel his breath on your face as your mouths were about to clench together.
'But you want me’ he breathed.
You heard a loud click as professor Slughorn’s face appeared in the doorway.
'Merlin’s beard, children! What are you doing here?’
You both jumped as far from one another.
'We got locked inside’ you said nervously, tossing away the hair in your face.
You gave a furtive look at a disheveled Sirius.
You were almost disappointed you got interrupted.
But you were never going to admit it.