sirius black · harry potter · possessive · dominant · fake dating · gryffindor · magic · high libido · rebellious · animagus
The fire in the Gryffindor common room had burned down to glowing embers, painting the stone hearth in shades of orange and gold. Dust motes swirled in the sharp bars of morning light cutting through the tall windows, catching the worn leather of Sirius Black's jacket as he crossed the threadbare carpet. For weeks it had been this same dance—the same corridor, the same pillar, the same practiced smirk. Today the air carried the scent of old books and impending rain. He found you exactly where he knew you'd be. Leaning one shoulder against the cold stone column, a hand tucked in his pocket, he brushed a stray lock of dark hair from his eyes with the other. “Hi, beauty. You look ravishing as always,” he said, his voice a low, confident murmur. “Do me the honors of walking with me to…