Close Encounter pt. 1: Sirius x Muggle!Reader
Request: a oneshot where the reader goes to a party in the summer with lily and marauders are there (reader is Lily’s friend and knows she’s a witch and about hogwarts/James but hasn’t met the rest of the marauders). And maybe reader and Sirius get to talking at the party (Lily’s maybe off with James?) and they kiss then the next day reader goes on the date with James friend Lily’s been wanting to set her up with for ages. She gets to the date&Sirius is her date? And super cute date pls? Either like Lily’s best friend from a young age as a muggle or she goes to beauxbatons maybe but whichever you prefer is fine for me☺️
A/N: I set this modern, because I don’t know how parties worked in the 70′s whoops I’ll ask my mom later. Also this one was turning too long, so it’ll be a two parter ;)
“Lil, are you sure this is a good idea?”
“Of course!” she says, putting the finishing touches on my makeup. I turn around and examine my reflection in the mirror.
“Whoa.” My (y/h/c) locks are in perfect, fat curls, and my makeup expertly accents my (y/e/c) eyes. “I look great. It’s almost like magic,” I say, tickling Lily in the stomach.
“Oh, shut up,” she giggles. “I still know how to do things the normal way, you know.”
“MY normal way, or YOUR normal way?” I tease with a smirk, and she smacks my arm.
“OUR normal way. Honestly, I’m not even sure you’re allowed to know about my magic.”
“Oh please,” I huff, plopping down on her bed. “I would’ve figured it out sooner or later. Remember the time you set Ashley Randolph’s homework on fire when you saw her cheating?”
“We were eight and I didn’t do it on purpose!” she groans, collapsing on the bed next to me. I sigh, brushing my hair behind my ear. She turns to me and offers a small sad smile. “It’s not quite fair, is it? Me being a witch and you not being at school with me?”
“I don’t know if fair is the right word,” I respond, giving her hand a quick squeeze. “I mean, it’s not like it used to be. But I’ve had six years to adjust. I’ll survive.”
She smiles again, for real this time, and pulls me into a hug.
“I wish you could be at Hogwarts with me. You’d love it there.”
“I don’t know. Castles have never really been my thing,” I reply glancing over at my leather jacket hanging on the back of her door. “So I’m finally going to meet these other friends of yours, eh?”
“YES!” she exclaims, practically bursting with excitement. “Merlin’s Beard, you’re going to love them.”
“’Merlin’s Beard?’” I quote, giving her a look. “Honestly, Lil?”
“Listen, it’s a popular phrase among us magic-folk, alright?” she quips, throwing my shirt at me. I laugh, and change into it, along with a pair of white skinny jeans and black heels.
“You ready?” she asks grabbing my hand.
“As ready as I’ll ever be,” I respond.
“Just hold on tight, and don’t let go. This is going to feel pretty awful, okay?”
“Honestly, couldn’t we just drive?” I ask, whining slightly.
“No. It’s a four hour drive, (Y/N).”
“Fine,” I sigh. And just like that, I hear a crack and feel myself yanked as if from all directions and then feel an intense pressure around me like I’m being squeezed through a small tube, and finally I feel my feet hit the floor again.
“Whoa.” I say, regaining my balance. “That… was not normal.”
“That’s apparating,” she says with a shrug and heads up the path we’ve landed on, leading up to the house in front of us. “Welcome to your first real taste of magic.”
I can hear music from inside the doors, and I anxiously tug at the hem of my shirt as we walk up the path. I honestly have no idea what to expect…. How do wizards party?
Lily walks up to the front door and taps the knocker a single time.
“Lily, no one’s going to hear that over the music in there,” I scoff. She smirks at me and turns her attention back to the knocker. I follow her gaze and gasp at the sight. The knocker has turned into a golden, fat face with a bold mustache, gazing back at my best friend, and I feel my jaw hit the floor.
“Password?” it asks her.
Lily rolls her eyes, and replies, “James Potter is the best,” and the door swings open.
I laugh and follow her in, and my jaw drops again. I don’t know what I was expecting–flashing lights, and loud music, and beer and mixed drinks, yeah. But there were no speakers–the music came from everywhere and nowhere at the same time. It quiets when you were talking to someone, loudened when you were dancing, and surrounded you from all sides. The lights blink from invisible sources, dancing through the air in various colors that keep from blinding you. The drinks? there’s this table at the far side of the room with empty goblets. Lily leads me through the crowded room to the table and grabs one for each of us, and at her touch, it fills with a drink, and I take a sip.
“What is this?” I ask, mesmerized by the foamy drink.
“Not sure,” she replies, quickly downing her entire goblet and placing it back on the table. I laugh, follow suit, and watch as hers begins to refill under her touch, while mine sits empty and unmoving. I see an embarrassed blush reach her cheeks as she looks at my vacant goblet. She reaches over and it begins to refill again under her touch. She smiles at me apologetically, and I shrug back at her with a smile.
“So, where is this ‘James Potter’ then?” I ask, bumping my hip against hers, as the music quiets slightly around me.
“You called?” I hear from behind me, and turn to see a tall boy, probably about 17 just like us, with dark, messy hair, hazel eyes, a goofy grin, and glasses.
“James!” Lily says with a hint of delight, and his grin grows even wider.
“Evans,” he replies, leaning over to kiss her on the cheek. “This your friend, then?”
“Yeah, James, this is (Y/N)! (Y/N), James.”
“Pleasure.” I extend my hand to him, and he shakes it chuckling at me.
“She’s certainly got the right look, but I don’t know, Lil, she may be too nice for him,” he says, leaning towards Lily as if I can’t hear him. She throws her head back laughing.
“Oh, please,” she laughs.
“I’m sorry, who?” I cut in.
“You know that boy I’ve been writing you about? The one who I keep saying you’d be perfect for?” she asks.
“The one who you refuse to tell me his name?”
“Yeah,” she says. But doesn’t continue.
“Is that all?”
“Yep,” she says with a smile, turning to face James.
“Alright, then,” I groan. “James, could I use your bathroom?”
“Up the stairs, second door on the right.”
I make my way back down the stairs, pausing on the last one so I have a view over the people’s heads, my drink still in hand, but Lily and James are nowhere to be seen.
“Oh, shit,” I say, searching the crowd for a head of red hair and find nothing.
“Looking for someone?” I hear from the stairs behind me, and turn to find a tall bloke with black hair and a leather jacket. Damn, I think to myself as I take in this rather gorgeous young man in front of me.
“Er, yeah, sort of. It’s not important though, I’ll just find her later.” I take a small sip from my drink and move off the stairs to the side, so I’m not straining my neck to look up at this guy, and he follows.
“This is crazy,” I say looking around the room, and he chuckles.
“Never been to a party before?”
“Not one like this.”
“James certainly knows how to throw a party.” I smile back at him before finishing off my drink. “Can I get you another?” he asks, gesturing to my empty goblet.
“Yes, please.” I hand it to him and he walks over to the table, tapping the glasses on the top before walking back over, the drink refilled.
“Question,” I say, as I take the goblet back from him. “Why not just make them bottomless drinks?”
He chuckles, “We’ve thought about it. Mostly so people don’t lose track of how much they’ve had and end up like Peter over there.” He points into the crowded dance floor at a boy who’s dancing like there’s no tomorrow, and I laugh at the sight.
“Alright, fair enough,” I say, taking another sip of the drink.
“So you’re not from Hogwarts, are you?” he asks, leaning his arm against the wall, slightly above my head.
“No, I’m not,” I smirk back. “Is that how you know James, then?”
He chuckles, “That’s how we met, yeah.”
I feel a buzz in my back pocket, and pull the phone out to see a blurry screen going slightly haywire.
“Oh, shit,” I say, trying to find the issue.
“Oh, that’s not going to work in here. Too much magic around,” he explains to me.
“Right,” I say, shoving the useless block of technology back in my pocket.
He smiles and leans a little closer. “Are you muggleborn, then?”
“Yeah, you could say that.”
30 minutes pass of the two of us talking and laughing and flirting and the boy asks me to dance. I agree, and he takes my goblet back to the table, before pulling me onto the dance floor. The moment my foot touches down on the hardwood floor, the music changes and a slow song begins. He pulls me close to him by my hips, and I wrap my arms around his neck. I don’t know the song, but I just look up into his grey eyes and he looks down into mine as the music surrounds us. I see his eyes flicker down to my lips, and without a moment’s hesitation, I press my lips against his hard. He responds immediately, moving his lips against mine and I melt into the kiss, bringing my hand up and tangling my fingers in his long hair. His lips part as a slight moan escapes, and I take the opportunity to deepen the kiss even further. In no time at all, he and I are full on making out on the dance floor… in a room full of strangers. And as the song ends and the next begins, I pull away from the kiss and look up into his eyes, biting my lip slightly.
“I should probably go find my friend.” I feel the warmth spread to my cheeks, and see him grin a bit too.
“I think you owe me your name, first,” he responds, taking my hands in his.
“(Y/N). And yours?”
“Sirius,” he says.
“Well, Sirius. Maybe I’ll see you again sometime?”
“Soon, I hope,” he says, pressing his lips to mine again.
After a long kiss, I pull away and say, “Very soon.”