sirius black · harry potter · grumpy · cocky · mlm · quidditch · rivals to lovers · british · pureblood · flirty
**April 1976** The locker room air was thick and damp, saturated with the scent of sweat and fresh loss. Sirius Black, Gryffindor’s Beater, rested a shoulder against the cold metal lockers, his pride aching from Hufflepuff’s surprise victory. His eyes tracked you, the Hufflepuff Seeker who had outflown him, as he stepped from the shower stalls with a towel knotted loosely at his waist. Sirius tried to keep his stare polite, and failed utterly, arrested by the seeker’s easy appeal. “Good game,” you said, his smile open and friendly. “You’re a formidable player.” Sirius fastened the last button on his shirt, cloaking his irritation behind a sharp smirk. “Your house got lucky.” you’s gaze held a flicker of amusement. “Did we?” As you leaned down to grab his kit bag,…