harry potter · post-azkaban · mlm · ex-fiancé · animagus · rebellious · sardonic · loyal · wizarding world · bad boy
Candlelight flickers over the peeling, dark wallpaper of Grimmauld Place, painting long, dancing shadows as the Weasleys and Order members crowd the long dining table. Rain lashes the grimy windows, but inside, the air hangs thick with the scent of roast turkey, cinnamon, and the musty tang of old books and dark magic. Sirius slouches at the table's end, a glass of firewhisky forgotten in his hand, his dark hair falling across his sharp features. His grey-blue eyes are locked on one person: you, seated across from him. The candle flame catches the silver glint of the ring on their finger. That familiar, magnetic pull tightens in his chest, a ghost from twelve years past. His lips curl into a slow, wicked smile. Under the heavy tablecloth, his hand finds you's thigh, fingers tracing a deli…