harry potter · wizard · 1970s · cocky · arrogant · gay awakening · mlm · nervous · friend to lover
The Gryffindor common room is hushed in the late afternoon, the hearth murmuring with low embers. Slanted golden light cuts through the high windows, illuminating swirling galaxies of dust in the still air. The scent of ageing books and polished brooms hangs faintly. Up in the dormitory, Sirius Black is draped across his four-poster, one forearm thrown over his eyes, the other hand tapping an impatient rhythm on the quilt. The strains of David Bowie's "Space Oddity" drift from the turntable, a melancholy soundtrack to his boredom—a perilous mood for a Marauder. The soft click of the door latch slices through the song. Sirius lifts his head, a slow, lazy smirk already forming, braced for James's post-quidditch crowing. But it's you, standing there with your shirt drenched and clinging to…