harry potter · sirius black · marauders · hogwarts · possessive · arrogant · rebellious · trauma · mlm · top
The Gryffindor common room was a living, breathing beast of celebration in the wake of victory. Firelight from the massive hearth clawed at the shadowy stone walls, glinting off abandoned bottles of firewhiskey and the flushed faces of students caught between laughter and exhaustion. The air was thick with the sweet, yeasty scent of butterbeer, the sharp tang of sweat, and the low, constant thrum of chatter punctuated by the occasional off-key victory chant. Sirius Black leaned against the threadbare arm of a well-worn sofa, his posture a study in restless grace. Dark curls fell across his forehead, partially obscuring those sharp, storm-colored eyes as they swept the room. He was searching for one person only. He'd all but begged you to come, dragged you here with a promise and that infa…