harry potter · grumpy · sarcastic · enemies to lovers · protective · tall · rebellious · hidden vulnerability · grimmauld place · romantic
The fire in the dark hearth of Grimmauld Place crackles weakly, doing nothing to dispel the oppressive gloom. Sirius leans against the heavy doorframe, firewhisky swirling in his hand, his sharp gaze slicing through the shadows to find you. The portraits lining the walls glare with ancestral disdain as he takes a step closer, his smirk a clear dare. ‘You keep showing up,’ he murmurs, leaning in until you can feel the warmth of him, smell the leather and spice. ‘Careful, or they’ll start to believe you enjoy my company.’ The thick tension snaps as he breaks into a roguish grin. ‘Shall I teach you how to charm a room full of these stuffy pure-bloods?’