#lucius definitely STARES evan down at every death eater meeting

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i need to hear more about lucius and pandora. you are insane for coming up with this ship. it's amazing. did they ever actually date or was it just mutual obssession that never evolved in anything more, but they both knew and never got over it? did it affect his relationship with narcissa? did he see pandora in cissa?

okay i’ll take this as permission to yap because!! they’re always in my brain. i see the ludora thesis as: two characters who are entirely different, but who are both utterly convinced they’re Smarter Than Everyone Else Around Them. what conflict stems from that? what connection?

it was always just mutual obsession. sneaking around at the very most, but nothing publicly Real. to me, they end up married to narcissa & xeno respectively because narcissa & xeno are like… the socially acceptable versions of each other?

in my head xeno is a lot older than pandora (7-10 years), and he’s very kind, but too absentminded to be an attentive husband, and she likes him for a lot of reasons. but she’s also subconsciously like… Maybe this could resemble lu if i squint. meanwhile lucius has convinced himself that his rich lesbian wife is everything he’s ever wanted (she actually Obeys him!! unlike pan!!!) & it only takes him 3 years to realize he fucking hates this. they both got Exactly what they said they wanted, which is the opposite of each other. because they can’t stand each other. but they’re miserable.

like…. lucius should have been pandora’s ornery stay-at-home trophy husband she drags on expeditions for rare potion ingredients. they’re an Adventure Couple™️. him with his head wrapped in a mosquito net in a jungle wearing designer shoes, bitching at his beautiful wife at the top of his LUNGS, swinging a machete at vines (<- guy who has never been happier) (he is shouting: DO NOT TEST ME, WOMAN!!!!!, she is shouting: you are such AN INFANT !!!!!!!!, and they’re aggressively making out against a tree)

you have to imagine lucius at a posh ministry function being sooo smug about it too. he’s like “Ah yes, my wife, THE PROFESSOR, is publishing a book on MANDRAKES this month, arent you, darling?” while pandora is soooo thrilled to have a captive audience to subject to her rants about her publications. completely insufferable couple. united by thinking they’re better than everyone else (except? they are? i think they maybe actually are.)

+ remind yourself that this ship could ultimately result in Draco & Luna being brother and sister. so perfect. except none of this ever happened because they never let themselves be together.

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Tension - Part 3

A/N Hello all! Here is part 3 to Tension :)) It’s a bit of a filler but I promise there is more sirius time coming hehe enjoy!

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Remus was released from the hospital wing three days later, though his curtains remained closed throughout the time he spent there, in case anyone noticed him missing each evening.

Y/N leaned against the doorway to the hospital wing, her hands tucked into her sleeves to avoid the cool breeze that was drifting in through the windows. Fresh air my ass, Madame P she thought, her teeth beginning to chatter.

“You ready, Remmy?”

“As I’ll ever be,” Remus said the most clichéd thing he could think of, stepping out from behind the curtains and giving her finger guns.

“Ready to gorge yourself on pumpkin pie?”

“Yep, just need Pomfrey to sign me out.”

“Ugh, she always takes 3 years.”

“Yeah well you better make yourself scarce, we don’t need her knowing that you know that –“

“Yeah I know, don’t worry. I’ll meet you at the Great Hall,” Y/N shot him a grin, “Better hurry though I’m also craving mashed potatoes.”

“So help me merlin, if there’s no mash left I will forget to go into the shack next month,” Remus teased, his eyes narrowing. Y/N winked at him, turning away to walk towards the smell of roast wafting towards her from the Great Hall.

Remus met her at the Slytherin table 20 minutes later, his face flushed from the cold wind coming in from the front doors, squishing himself in between Y/N and Olivia Greengrass who had been telling Y/N about the fight that had broken out the night before between Severus and Lucius.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen Snape that determined to stand up to him, he must really have a thing for that Gryffindor girl.”

“Man, I wished I could have seen that,” Y/N shook her head at Olivia, giving Remus a smile as he sat down.

“Seen what?”

“Apparently Severus and Lucius had a little tiff last night over his friendship with Lily going against their pureblood manifesto,” Olivia had dropped her voice at the last few words, clearly worried they might be overheard teasing the self-proclaimed death eaters and their ever terrifying views on the blood traitors throughout Hogwarts.

“Doing the right thing for once at least,” Remus reasoned, scooping heaps of mashed potatoes, green beans, broccoli, and lamb onto his plate.

“I don’t know if sparing one muggle-born for being pretty is exactly doing the right thing,” Y/N murmured, grimacing.

“Either way, I’m very sure Lucius nearly hit him, but it seems that Severus has a little more hold over him than we expected,” Olivia leaned in again, clearly loving how Y/N and Remus were lapping in the gossip.

“Well, that certainly is new information.”

“Yeah, I wonder if perhaps our theory about – ahem – youknowwho” Olivia looked around momentarily before speaking the name almost too fast for Y/N to understand it.

“Hardly a theory, Liv,” Y/N snorted, “You were at the last fun ol’ purebloods ball, Bellatrix was basically gripping onto his arm for dear life.”

“Let’s keep hoping he isn’t recruiting 16-year olds, can we?” Remus sighed, still scooping large buttery spoonfuls of mash into his mouth. Y/N gave him a sour look but changed the subject regardless, asking Liv whether she was still dating the Yaxley boy in the year above.

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The next morning felt like a blur. Remus was energetic for the first time in a week and had made her quiz him the whole way down to breakfast and in between their Potions and Transfiguration classes.

“Ok, how do you duplicate an object,” Y/N placed her bag behind the wooden chair at the front of the class, where Remus preferred to sit for his favourite class with Professor McGonagall.

“Geminio, but you need to focus on the size in order to ensure that it doesn’t shrink or enlarge when duplicated,” Remus reeled off, grinning a little superiorly at Y/N, “Gotta have something a little harder than that.”

“You quiz yourself then,” Y/N grumbled, taking a seat and pulling out her books as Professor McGonagall began writing across the blackboard.

“With OWLs coming up and career sessions with your head of house this week, the other professors and I have decided that it would be a good idea to start increasing some inter-house comradery. To do this, we will be putting you all into groups of four, with two houses in each, to compete together for a common goal – completing the best project across the core classes.” Professor McGonagall watched them all closely from behind her glasses as if daring someone to complain.

“Will there be a prize?” Sirius called out, elbowing James in the ribs with excitement.

“Can we choose our team members?” James followed turning around to wink at a very annoyed looking redhead that Y/N recognised as Lily Evans, James’ obsession.

“I would feel sorry for Lily if she wasn’t beating you in every class,” Y/N whispered to Remus, sniggering when he shot her a look.

“Since you, four seem to be so excited about this project, why don’t you become my first group,” Professor McGonagall spoke sharply, but Y/N was sure there was a twinkle in her eye. Regardless, Y/N felt her shoulders droop, and Remus’ tense beside her, obviously remembering their reaction to his affliction a few nights ago.

“Keep your enemies closer right?” Y/N muttered to Remus who was taking deep calming breaths, staring at the place where McGonagall had begun writing names up on the blackboard.

“What if they tell people? They looked ready to attack me if I hadn’t passed out.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll hex them so hard they’ll not leave the Hospital Wing for several weeks if they so much as make a joke about it.”

“I can’t not worry, they –”

“Are not worth your time. We just need to get through this project and can go back to ignoring them ok? If anything I bet we will end up doing it all ourselves.”

Remus seemed to calm at that, but with the full moon’s effects still very present within him Y/N couldn’t help but grip his hand tightly under the table.

“Can all groups please now introduce each other? We will be explaining the tasks this afternoon once they are finalised.”

Remus and Y/N turned to face Sirius and James who were gathering their things to join them at the front of the classroom.

“So, team full moon at it again!” James grinned down at the two of them, throwing his bag carelessly on the floor beside them.

“Can you please shut up for one second, Potter,” Y/N rolled her eyes at him, hoping her expression gave an air of annoyance.

“Oh, last name basis, we’ve been downgraded,” Sirius pouted, bobbing down so that he could place his two arms across their desks and lean his head over his hands.

“Can we please just organise a time to meet about this project,” Remus said exasperatedly, pulling out his diary and pen, watching them expectantly.

“Alright, I have Quidditch practise Mondays and Wednesdays, and potentially Sunday nights if Prewett has another panic attack before the semi’s.”

“I’ve got practice Tuesdays and Thursdays,” Y/N bit her lip, looking apologetically over at Remus.

“Well I’ve just got tutoring on Mondays,” Remus hummed, writing the dates down with a furrowed brow.

“And we can’t do the next two Fridays,” Sirius elbowed James who was about to protest and shut up quickly. Y/N opened her mouth to ask why but Remus cut her off.

“Ok, whatever, so that leaves Saturdays to work on this thing.”

“Or we could just do this separately and combine at the end?” Y/N smiled hopefully but saw McGonagall narrow her eyes at them from the front of the classroom.

“I expect better than that from you Ms Malfoy.”

“Yes, Professor,” Y/N mumbled, turning back to the page Remus had used to write down all their commitments.

“We definitely don’t want McGonagall thinking poorly of us,” James winked again, this time at Y/N who scowled.

“Well, I don’t know how we are going to get this done on one day with all our other work.”

“Why don’t we split it up between us – Y/N and me will do some on Mondays and Remus and James can meet on Thursdays? Then if we have anything to add we can hang on Saturdays, even though I’d much rather be in Hogsmeade,” Sirius had stood up and slung his bag over his shoulder as if anticipating McGonagall’s dismissal of the class.

“It’s not even a Hogsmeade weekend,” Remus huffed, closing his diary, “But yes ok that sounds ok.”

“It’s not Hogsmeade weekend for you maybe,” Sirius waggled his eyebrows, “Great, Y/N I’ll meet you in the library after dinner on Monday.”

“Great,” Y/N forced a smile, picking up the rest of her books.

“Class, I expect you have gotten to know each-others names and timetables so you can find some time to work together on this project. Expect to see each professor’s tasks on your house notice board by this evening or tomorrow morning latest – Dismissed!”

“Well that went terribly,” Remus watched the two boys saunter out of the classroom, chatting animatedly about something that was likely a semi-dangerous prank.

“I mean if anything it went as good as expected,” Y/N snorted, “And worst case, we know we could out-prank them any day, so if they screw with us we screw with them.”

“Deal,” Remus barked a laugh as James began overtly staring at Lily Evans whose arm was looped into a girl with bleach blonde hair whom Y/N didn’t recognise.

“Come on, let's find your chocolate stash, I think I heard Narcissa mention that a new David Bowie album was released, I bet we can steal it from them for the evening.”

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Monday came around much faster than Y/N had hoped, and as she trudged towards the library after waving Remus off to his tutoring session she felt her stomach curl. This would be the first time in, well maybe in forever, that she would be spending one on one time with Sirius Black. If anything, this was the first time she would probably have a conversation with him since all those dinner parties before they set foot in Hogwarts.

“Ahhh, you came!” Sirius smiled at her, looking up from the book he was reading as she walked in.

“You were expecting otherwise?” Y/N had the sudden thought that he might be just as awkward as she was in this situation. Though he was the one who’d ignored her that first day on the train.

“Of course not,” He continued to smile, pulling out a chair for her and sitting down opposite. It was a little unnerving watching him be so nice to her, considering her last memory was him essentially telling her to fuck off, and ignoring her at pureblood events ever since.

“You ok?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you smile that much,” Y/N laughed, pulling out her notebook and a couple of books she’d borrowed the day before to get a heads up on the project.

“Well you clearly haven’t seen me in very enjoyable environments,” He barked out a laugh and pulled the books over towards him, “I see you’ve been doing your homework.”

“Well, this is a school project.”

“Mmmm, so have you and Remus already decided on what we are doing?”

Y/N rolled her eyes at him.

“We are aware this is a group project, I promise.”

“Good, cause James and I have some great ideas as well,” He winked, flicking through the largest book sitting in front of him, Watching the World: Charms in Government.

“Nothing super legal I’m sure.”

“They may bend the law a bit,” Sirius grin seemed to curl across his face, his eyes twinkling and mischievous.

“Alright let's hear them,” Y/N sighed, pulling out a pen and readying herself for an onslaught of ridiculous.

“Ok, so you know how the project requires us to pick either a creature to take care of, or a spell, or a potion to create.”

“I did read it through yes.”

“Ok, ok, but what if we did something that would tie two of them together. Hear me out! Ok so what if we make a spell that can track all the animals within the Hogwarts grounds? Something that would let Kettleburn trace of where they all are since he seems to lose them all the time.”

Y/N stopped herself from staring a little bit, shocked at the interest that came like a wave over her. It was a genuinely intriguing idea and was kind of similar to her own thoughts, but more to track Remus when he wandered the gardens, keep him safe and away from harm's way. Or putting someone else in harm's way.

“What?” Sirius looked a little concerned, the idea obviously, something he had been genuinely excited about.

“No, nothing. It’s a really good idea.”

“Oh, ok cool,” Sirius looked excited, and not in the way that she’d seen previously when he was waiting and watching for one of his pranks to happen in the Great Hall. There was something else in the way he was looking at her, something she thought that she recognised from another time, a way he’d looked at her when they’d been forced to converse at a dinner party and he’d snuck her a chocolate bar under the table with a discreet smile.

“Alrighty then, let's get started.”

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Padfoot, the Big Black Dog [Sirius Black - Marauders]

💟☼💟 PROMPT 💟☼💟 ☾ ¡Requested! ☾ Y/N L/N adores dogs, and when she mistakes a certain animagus as a cuddly stray, she's in for a massive treat. 💟☼💟 A/N 💟☼💟 Hope you enjoy this, darling! This was such a nice idea, and I was so, so excited to start on it. I'm sorry you had to wait so long, but I hope the wait for worth it! If you'd like a sequel, all you have to do is ask for it when requests are opened back up, hehe. Love you! xx 💟☼💟 WORD COUNT 💟☼💟 2833 💟☼💟 TAG LIST 💟☼💟 @rageofcaliban , @kapolisradomthoughts , @saucyleftovers

WHEN Y/N'S MOM ASKED IF SHE WANTED A tabby cat for her eleventh birthday, it took all of her willpower not to flee the bloody state of England. Hogwarts had their restrictions and regulations, and according to her halfblooded mother who attended the damned school as a youth, dogs weren't allowed. Called them "mutts"— burdens. This was an absolute outrage to Y/N and she absolutely refused to even look in the direction of those yowling daemons when she came upon them in a pet-store.

This specific memory came back to Y/N when she spotted a lounging dog—right beside the Great Lake, during her fifth-year of Hogwarts. It was a gorgeous dog, especially through her peripheral vision at this specific vantage point. Thick black fur, pointed ears relaxed back to the top of its shaggy-haired head, a long tail softly brushing back and forth on the grass. Y/N couldn't help but gasp. A bloody dog—in Hogwarts!

"Oh my gosh," Y/N breathed quietly. When the dog didn't register her voice or feel the shift of energy in the atmosphere, she supposed it had to have been sleeping. Any other animal would have shot up, stared at her with petrified anxiety, then pranced away in a flurry of fur and footfalls. This particular animal—this dog—was too preoccupied with lazing about to really reflect on anything other than the soothing trickling of the Great Lake's waters. Even if it was conscious, it probably felt itself too comfortable to actually pay any real attention. What was there to fear, anyway? The Giant Squid?

Y/N ignored the urge to scurry down to the dog and tackle it with kisses and hugs, and in place of her passion, she called herself down enough to just stand there and stare at it. She wondered whether it was a girl or a boy—with the way it lounged, she proposed it was a boy. Yes, a boy. He was most definitely a male dog. And his name; did he even have a name, or was he really a stray, as she originally suspected? Y/N couldn't honestly tell, and before she could protest the movement or think against her intentions, she was doing just what she originally told herself she wouldn't—shouldn't—do: scurry down the hill and attack the dog.

A great yelp escaped him the moment Y/N plopped to the ground and barreled into him. A strangled gasp came from the dog mere seconds afterward, and he began to bark with great fervor. Y/N quickly began to shush him. "McGonagall hates dogs; keep your bark down!" she whispered hurriedly, loosening her grip on his thick, furry neck. Strangely, the dog froze. To Y/N, it almost seemed as though her voice was familiar to him.

The dog jumped from her arms with a great harrumph and shook himself off. Y/N eyed him in amusement. There was something about the dog that made her just want to giggle and giggle. Was it the way he acted like the animal-version of a Marauder? Y/N supposed so, due to her strange infatuation with the group's humor and pranks.

"Listening to me, are you?" Y/N quipped smirkingly. The dog tilted his head, amusement clear in his eyes—but Y/N didn't notice. She thought he was her newly-acquired pet—her new companion—and quickly scooted closer.  "It's quite alright; I appear to have that effect on all men and all animals. Not cats, though—those little beasts can go kiss a bloody hog's arse than be anywhere near me."

The dog let out an obnoxious snort, a cross between a bark and a laugh. Y/N eyed him with curiosity. Ignoring the part of her afraid that he was born into a pack of wolves, and would scramble her body parts into disposal bits before she could even react, she reached out a hand. "You're so adorable," she cooed at the dog. His fur was black like midnight, covered in a silvered gleam from the moonlight's ominous glare. It was very soft—strange for a stray. There wasn't a single trace of grim on him, excluding any pieces of grass that laid nimbly on his torso.

"Don't worry," Y/N said to him, "I'm not like McGonagall. I love dogs!" The dog beamed at her, eyes alight with pleasure as her nails massaged the bases of his ears gently. He was a very nice dog, surprisingly. Y/N expected him to bite and nip at her like any other animal she'd known. They were all rather particular about who they let scratch their bellies, and Y/N's impatient desire to constantly pet and rub on an animal did not sit well with any of them. This dog, though, seemed to enjoy her presence.

It made her feel a bit open-hearted, and she felt she could confine anything in this dog. Maybe he could help her with her charms homework!

"Are you a magical dog?" she asked stupidly, glancing at the dog with her brow furrowed in curiosity. When the dog merely stared back at her, tongue lapping about its jaw and eyes freckled with a haze of sleepiness, Y/N grunted, "Well?"

His eyes bore into the base of her skull. She took that as a no, and she subconsciously rubbed at the temple of her cranial cavity. Part of her wondered why the dog's eyes looked familiar, but the other part of her thought it was useless to think of the animal as anything but a dog. Y/N pursed her lips and rolled her eyes, bringing a dainty hand up to the dog's black coat, smiling as she scratched him behind the ear.

Minutes passed with a comfortable silence filling the void. A shrill buzz lit itself in Y/N's head and she slowly turned to look at the figure of Hogwarts just a string of yards away. She sighed. "Seems I have to go," she said sadly. She patted the red and gold pin attached to her robes. "Prefect duties call."

The dog watched her, and strangely, his eyes were just as alight with disappointment. He whimpered, lifting up a paw and scratching at the air. The sight made Y/N's lips twist into a pout. Damn Lily Evans for giving me rounds this time of evening.

A sudden thought struck Y/N then, and she grinned wolfishly at her newly-found companion. "I'll be back tomorrow! You'll be here, right?"

The dog tilted his head. A subtle nod came from him, and to Y/N, that was answer enough.

Y/N winked. "Try not to get caught by McGonagall or Filch," she whispered, theatrically glancing behind her with an exaggerated expression of pure terror. "I swear, their robes are made of dog fur!"

With one last grin in the dog's direction, Y/N was off to perform her rounds. Behind her, the dog slinked off into the shadows and there, he materialized into the form of a human. A grin identical to Y/N's was on his face, and he just knew that he wouldn't miss their next meeting for the world.

— — —

The next day, Y/N stomped her way to the Great Lake with a scowl on her face. Her companion awaited her presence, and his chocolate eyes stared at her curiously as she came near. With an unladylike grunt, she plopped on the ground. She immediately reached out to pet on her animal friend's nape.

Y/N scowled at the ground. "Lucius Malfoy is the absolute worst!" The dog's gaze intensified and he pawed at her robed thigh. Y/N spared him a glance and released a sigh, knowing that was his way of asking for her to elaborate. "I heard him and his band of Death-Eater goons saying really rude shite about Gryffindors. He was being bloody nasty about the Marauders and Lily Evans. Calling them blood-traitors and mudbloods, and saying he couldn't wait until school ended so he'd have a chance of seeing them on the battlegrounds."

Her dog companion tilted his head in confusion. Y/N gave a mirthless chuckle. "I have a habit of sneaking around Hogwarts after curfew. Seems like that bloody git Malfoy does too. I was heading back to the common-room from the kitchens when I heard him talking. I wanted to avoid a duel with him and his idiot friends, so I hid behind that one curtain around the Room of Requirements."

Y/N rubbed a hand over her face, then dropped it to scratch behind her dog friend's left ear. "Hopefully Sirius and them will have planned a prank on him by the end of the week. Knowing him, it'll be grand."

The dog's ears perked, and he snapped his head up at Y/N. He barked loudly and boisterously, pawing harshly at her stomach area. Y/N giggled and swatted him away. A blush was forming on her face. "Oh, you know, don't you?" she said sheepishly. "Damned dogs, always sniffing out my secrets and crushes."

Again, she was pawed at through her robes, this time a scratch of the dog's claws itching her left forearm. She glared at him."Fine, fine! I'll tell you about it." With a grunt and bit of effort, she settled herself into a crisscrossed sitting position and looked at the dog expectantly. He sat himself up and stared at her. Very obedient dog, Y/N thought idly before a dreamy smile overtook her face. "Oh, Sirius Black. Handsomest guy in our year. And by far the smartest, funniest, and wittiest. Some would say Remus is the intelligent one or James is the funny one, but he's always been different for me. He hides behind these jokes and insults, but I know he's secretly a bashful little boy, blushing when he's praised and always knowing the right answers."

Her dog friend scooted closer, and it honestly felt like he was hanging onto her every word. Y/N giggled like a naive schoolgirl, feeling that he was a better friend to confine in than any of her dorm-mates—bloody psychopaths. "Yeah, we've never really talked, though. There was this one time in second year where we were both separated from our friends on the train and decided to just sit together instead, but you know. That was a long time ago—Merlin knows if he himself even remembers it. I just—" Y/N cut herself off. She swallowed down the words she was going to say and inhaled a deep, frosted breath. "He was so sweet to me—he never looked at me like all those other girls. Like I was some game to him. Maybe I'm reading the signs wrong, but I honestly feel like he respects me."

Her friend shuffled even closer. His snout nestled into her side. Y/N smiled. "I absolutely love it when he pulls pranks on that Slytherin lot—especially Severus sodding Snape. He is the worst bloke I have ever met, and believe me, I know a lot of gits. When he called Lily a mudblood last year, I didn't know what to think. If I was brave like Sirius and James, I might have hexed him myself. However—"

A call that sounded identical to Marlene McKinnon's shrill voice came from Hogwarts before Y/N could finish talking. "Y/N!"

Y/N sighed dramatically, giving an exaggerated roll of her eyes. "How unfortunate," she muttered. "Bet she just wants me to help her write her potions essay. Bloody girl can never get Lily's help, but apparently I have enough cowardice that I can't deny someone in their hour of need."

"Y/N! ARE YOU OUT HERE?"

Y/N turned in the direction of Hogwarts. "YES! NOW STOP BLOODY YELLING!" She turned her attention to her friend. He was already looking and her, and his eyes were pleading that she ignore her friend and stay with him. Y/N's heart broke just a little and she mentally threw out a curse at Filch and McGonagall for being so damned strict on pet regulations. "I'm sorry, boy. I'll be back tomorrow, alright?"

He softly barked in reply. Y/N's frown turned into a small smile and she rubbed his head. "Be good, okay? And don't get caught." With a cheeky wink, she was gone yet again.

And her dog companion was left to stare at her retreating back, wondering how he could ever reveal the truth.

— — —

Day after day after day passed, and Y/N grew into a routine of meeting the dog every evening after dinner. He was always there, just patiently waiting for her to arrive, and he listened to her rants. He growled at all the right places, and stared at her attentively, like there was a human nestled beneath all the fur and animalistic tendencies. Sometimes Y/N nicked a piece of steak and kidney pie or a roll for him, and she beamed at him when he devoured them contentedly.

One day, Y/N was going out to meet the dog several minutes later than usual. She'd been held up in detention after back-talking Slughorn into holding her back for a bit more dusting, and she was running towards the Great Hall at a faster speed than she'd like to. She was afraid to find her companion gone.

When she arrived, her heart dropped at seeing her dog companion nowhere in sight. She looked around hurriedly, face saturated in anxiety. "Boy? Boy, are you here?" She waited a few seconds, scrutinizing the scene, before her voice took a panicked edge. "Oh dear Merlin, did McGonagall make you into a fur-coat? I'm never going to Wizarding Heaven now!"

Y/N ran towards the Great Lake and she peered in. "Who am I going to gossip about Sirius Black with? Who can I bitch to about Lucius Malfoy and Severus Snape? Oh, shite." Tears were starting to fill Y/N's eyes.

Suddenly, a throats cleared from behind her. Petrified. That's how she felt, knowing she was no longer alone and that the one figure was a person. Slowly but surely, Y/N turned around and the person she found herself faced with was not who she was expecting. It was Sirius Black and he had an enormous grin on his face. "You know, Y/N," he said huskily, his grin widening with each word, "you could always gossip about how gorgeous my hair is and how magnificent a prankster I am to me. Just a thought, though!"

Y/N gaped at him. She was too shocked to even flush, and so she stuck with blatantly staring at him. Finally, after what seemed like minutes of looking at him, she found herself capable of words. Well, partially. "W-What?" she squeaked.

Sirius sighed and stepped closer. "Okay," he said slowly, "so, there is the honest possibility that the dog you were talking to about all your problems and... crushes... wasn't actually a dog. I mean, how could a dog even make it through the barrier? You'd have better luck in chitchatting with a bloody centaur."

Y/N raised an eyebrow. "So, what you're saying is that you're an Animagus?" Sirius nodded in confirmation. "Why didn't you bloody reveal yourself sooner, then?"

Sirius sighed. "In all honesty, I was nervous about it. Hearing you... talk so openly about your feelings for me was just something I enjoyed hearing so I thought, why the hell not? I know, I know—that's a really big invasion of privacy, and I feel really bad for it, but I like you a whole bloody lot myself, alright? So no harm, no foul—right? Is... is that how that saying goes?"

The girl rubbed a hand over her face. "Bloody hell, Sirius."

The moment she looked back up, Sirius was directly in front of her. It was like a scene from a Jane Austen book, one she'd always dreamed of since she was a little girl. She stared at him, flinching with surprise when he ran his nimble fingers through her hair. He smiled. "You're so beautiful, Y/N," he murmured, then swiftly leaned down to kiss her.

There was no fireworks or explosions or anything like that involved in their kiss. Instead, what Y/N felt with Sirius was something so much more. His lips tasted like electricity, and with his sweet kiss came sparks—ones filled with passion and hurt and comfort. He felt like home—something that Y/N had never felt with anyone ever before.

When Sirius pulled back, they were both breathless and wanting more. Y/N tucked a piece of hair behind Sirius's ear and stared at him curiously. She still had one more question. "So... you mind explaining why you turn into a big black dog?"

Sirius's gorgeous smirk dropped into a sheepish frown. Fucking busted. "I'd rather not."