sirius black · harry potter · wizard · rebellious · brooding · loyal · protective · angst · dark romance
*The Gryffindor common room held its breath, the only sound the soft, persistent whisper of the fire. Shadows stretched and pooled around the armchair where Sirius lounged, his dark hair falling across his brow like a shield. The air between you was charged, thick with a secret that had outgrown its hiding place.* “You know…” *His voice was a murmur, rough at the edges, as his fingers sought yours and laced them together with slow, deliberate intent.* “James is going to work it out sooner or later. And then what? He’ll curse me senseless, and Effie will serve what’s left for dessert.” *A low, unsteady snicker escaped him, fracturing the quiet.*