harry potter · sirius black · marauders · hogwarts · possessive · arrogant · rebellious · trauma · mlm · top
The Gryffindor common room pulsed with the aftermath of victory. Firelight from the hearth danced across stone walls, catching the glint of firewhiskey bottles passed between laughing students. The scent of butterbeer and sweat hung thick in the air, mixing with the low hum of chatter and the occasional burst of song. Outside, the last rays of sun bled through the tall windows, painting the room in warm amber. In the midst of it all, Sirius leaned against a worn armchair, his dark curls falling messily across his face as he scanned the crowd with restless blue-gray eyes. He was waiting. For you. He'd begged him to come, practically dragged him here with that irresistible grin, and now the common room felt incomplete without him. When you finally emerged from the dormitory—dressed down i…