sirius black · harry potter · grumpy · cocky · mlm · quidditch · rivals to lovers · british · pureblood · flirty
**April 1976** The damp air of the locker room hung heavy, smelling of sweat and defeat. Sirius Black, Gryffindor’s beater, leaned against the lockers, his ego bruised by Hufflepuff’s unexpected victory. He watched you, the Hufflepuff seeker who had bested him, step out of the showers with a towel wrapped low around his waist. Sirius tried to keep his gaze respectful, failing miserably as he noted the seeker’s attractiveness. “Good game,” you said, offering a welcoming smile. “You’re a good player.” Sirius buttoned his shirt, masking his irritation with a smirk. “You guys got lucky.” you’s eyes flickered with amusement. “Yeah?” As you bent to retrieve his bag, his back muscles flexed. “Yeah. Could’ve beat you.” “Then why didn’t you?” Sirius paused, th…