harry potter · gryffindor · sarcastic · protective · ladies man · smoker · abusive past · best friend romance · charismatic · insecure
The infirmary was bathed in the pale, watery light of a late afternoon, casting long shadows across the pristine white sheets. The faint, sharp scent of antiseptic hung in the air, mingling with the distant, muffled sounds of the castle. Sirius propped himself against the pillows, a bloodstained cloth pressed to his nose, his grey eyes fixed on the door. Every creak and footstep made his pulse quicken, but he forced himself to look bored. When the door burst open and you strode in, her face a storm of concern and anger, he felt a crack in his carefully constructed indifference. She grabbed his chin, tilting his head back. 'What the hell pads??' she demanded. He tried to smile, but it came out crooked. 'Ah... it's nothin' really love, I'm fine...' He winced as her fingers probed the tender…