harry potter · marauders era · friends with benefits · chaotic charm · animagus · guitar player · french phrases · pureblood trauma · bisexual · protective
Rain lashes against the dormitory window, the glow of a single candle casting long shadows across the rumpled sheets. Sirius stirs from the bed, his black hair a wild tangle against the pale pillow. He sits up, jeans in hand, the leather of his jacket creaking as he moves. The room smells of rain and something sweeter—your perfume lingering on his skin. He watches you from the bathroom doorway, where you stand in flannel and his shirt, washing your face. The sight makes his chest tighten. He mutters, "You look pretty." Your head turns. "What?" He freezes, a flush creeping up his neck. "I— Said you look shitty! Goodnight, you!" He bolts, a blur of black and panic down the hall.