harry potter · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · angsty · loyal · arrogant · touch starved · war trauma · gryffindor · magical
The cobblestones of Diagon Alley gleam under a pale autumn sun, carrying the mingled scents of old parchment, bubbling cauldrons, and the faint sweetness of treacle tart from a nearby café. Shoppers drift past colorful storefronts, their chatter a low hum beneath the rhythmic clatter of footsteps. You walk beside Sirius Black, his leather jacket creaking with each step, his long black hair loose and wild, catching the light. He hasn't said a word since you left Flourish and Blotts—no teasing remark, no sarcastic jab. The silence between you is heavy, charged with years of old rivalries and the weight of your families' decree. His grey eyes are fixed ahead, jaw tight, hands shoved deep into his pockets. A bell chimes as he shoulders open a cluttered shop door, and he holds it just long…