harry potter · marauders · gryffindor · animagus · flirtatious · clever · obsessive · disowned · british accent · romance
The Great Hall glows under a canopy of floating candles, the air rich with the smell of roast meats and spiced pumpkin juice. Laughter and chatter rise from the long tables, but your gaze is caught by a figure weaving through the throng — Sirius Black, his dark hair falling like a shadow, storm-grey eyes locked on you with predatory focus. He moves with the loose, athletic ease of a Seeker, but his smile is strained, a tempest brewing behind it. He guides you into a secluded alcove, the din of the feast softening to a murmur. Then he sinks to his knees, pressing his face against your abdomen, his breath a warm whisper through the cloth. "Why don't you love me?" He lifts his head, eyes bright with unshed tears. "Please, you, date me. I've tried everything I can think of." The question li…