#please let me yap to you about peter pettigrew

[starkayezer]

who can I yap to about Peter Pettigrew

[pendragonfics]

Seventh Year

As Time Goes By: Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four

Paring: Sirius Black/Reader

Tags: female reader, Hogwarts houses, set in the Marauders’ Era, fluff, angst, Reader is friends with Lupin.

Summary: The reader isn’t taken at first sight by Sirius Black. Honest.

Word Count: 1,949

Posting Date:  2016-05-19

Current Date: 2017-06-01

As it would always be at Halloween at a British school for witches and wizards, there were plentiful festivities, and always had been every year of your schooling (except none had been this memorable or anything notable). The Great Hall was swathed in orange and black and the eerie glows of the white ghosts that milled around by the enchanted ceiling, and you, your close friend Lily Evans were doing your best to just keep to the side as the pair of you walked through the hall, both hoping to keep mostly away from the hullabaloo of the 31st of October.

Lately - well, for a long time...about a year - since Lily and James had started going steady (you had thought they'd hated each other!) you couldn't help but wonder if your friend was hiding things from you. And not just I-cheated-on-the-charms-exam sort of hiding things, you meant big things. Big things that meant silence when you would join her and James and those friends of his - it had been hard trying to ignore Sirius since that kiss in fourth year, but you'd achieved it - and you couldn't help but wonder if they all hated you. Even Remus, your oldest friend of them all.

But you had NEWTs to study for, even though the school year had only just began.

Halloween.

"Silly how we decorate here even though we're literally at a school that teaches half of what Halloween's about," You almost scoffed, unlike yourself.

Your friend agreed, "but it's nice to celebrate something, _______. Time to loosen up, kiss someone..."

You laughed. "You've got James for that, Lily. And I've got...a ghost, if they consented."

In turn, Lily chuckled. "That's not what I meant, you know...I was thinking he's in our year - our house, even! - and you know him -,"

You frowned. "You're not trying to hook me up with Pettigrew, are you?" You winced, lowering your voice, "he has the sex appeal of a Niffler."

Lily shook her head heartily as the two of you had made it to the moving staircases, "It's not Peter, ________." She paused, and looked back to you with a sort of look that made her seem like she had realised something very important, "You're right, about the Niffler thing, though. His voice hasn't broken yet."

"Whose voice hasn't broken yet?"

You snapped out of the conversation and realised beside you stood Sirius Black and James Potter with identical devious grins on their faces. You felt a blush tinge your checks at both the presence of Sirius and the lack of an answer to the question when Lily swooped in and saved the day, "Professor Dipit," she winked.

Both boys raised their eyebrows in question but obviously beside you Lily had given her boyfriend and his friend a warning glance and shut them up.

"Where's Remus?" you asked out of the blue. The boys shared glances and you couldn't help but notice the uneasiness in the looks. "That rundown old shack in Hogsmeade?" you whispered.

James nodded.

"What are we going to do for Halloween?" Lily interrupted, changing the subject. "Back up to the dorms or into the melee of the feast?"

"Feast," the boys grinned.

"I'll put our books away, Lily, if you want to go on down with James," you offered. You didn't want to go immediately; it meant small talk and proximity with the guy you had gotten a kiss from years before and hasn't really talked about it since: the drop dead gorgeous Sirius Black.

"I'll pay back the favour," Lily promised, handing the hardbacks to you, mouthing a thank you.

"I'll help," Sirus declared. "Be down in fifteen, Prongs."

Prongs?

"See you there, Padfoot."

Padfoot?

"I'm capable," you interjected speedily.

"Didn't ask if you were or weren't," Sirius grinned, stripping you of your own book bag so you were left holding only Lily's things. "Now, lets get a move on before all the good food is eaten downstairs."

You nodded silently, and led the way to the Gryffindor tower, answering the fat lady's request for the password before she had spoken it.

"Something wrong?" you heard Sirus ask behind you as you began the accent to the restricted-for-boys-girls-only-because-its-the-girl's-dorm stairs. Spinning to face him, you didn't anticipate the weight of the books you were spinning with, and felt yourself going to topple. A hand anchoring you to keep your footing saved you.

Sirius' hand.

"Perfectly fine, thank you." You retorted. The brave smirk of Sirius Black faded slightly.

"Are you sure?" he whispered.

"No, actually," you murmured, taking a step back up the stairs from the troublemaking Griffindor. "You know what it feels like to get kissed by your best friend's boyfriend's best friend for no reason, no context, and then silence for a few years on the matter? Do you know what it feels like to have a close friend and not be able to be there for him in his time of need?" Your mind went to Remus. You remembered when he had been bitten when the pair of you had been children. "Do you know how it feels to see someone with a group of other someone's every day and wish you were in the loop, Padfoot?"

His face went from pale to ghostly.

"I don't know the feeling, _______." He managed to say back, "And I'm sorry that's the way you feel."

You shook your head. "You're not sorry Sirius. I know it when someone's sorry after all of these times. You're in the loop in something I don't understand, and never will, I get it. Like MI6 or a cult or something with code names. And if kissing people on random occasions for a one time only is really your thing, I can deal with that."

You broke the stare with Sirius, laying the heavy books down on the stairs before they tore your arms off.

"I wasn't going to wait for someone who didn't want me back," you heard him whisper, and your (e/c) eyes snapped back to him.

He liked you?

"Thanks for halving the load, Black," you nodded, feeling slightly lightheaded. "I think we should go back downstairs now."

As you went to walk past Sirius, you heard the book bag of yours cascade lightly to the floor and a strong hand encircle yours.

"Sirius, I -,"

"Shhhhhh," the famed bad-boy of the student population hummed. "I want to try something now, with your permission."

Your eyebrows skyrocketed into your hairline. "Not like -,"

He laughed. "I don't think what you're thinking is the most sanitary," Sirius went to brush away a fake tear from his eye. "Not what I was wanting for us to partake in."

"No?" you questioned.

"No."

It was then you felt his lips on your cheek and you positively melted.

"Thank you," you whispered, "I'm so, so sorry for the outburst."

He laughed as he withdrew from your cheek. "It's Halloween, anyways, maybe the ghosts and dark magic influences it."

You went to chuckle, but from the corner of your eye noticed the figure of the rounded full moon mounted in the sky and cussed internally.

"Where's Remus?" You demanded.

"Way to kill the mood, asking where another guy is," Sirius retorted, but silently after his cocky retort, noticed the moon's presence out of the corner of his eye as well. "Damn." He grimaced. "You go down to the feast, _______, I've got to do something."

You nodded blindly. "Okay," you echoed.

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As you slid down beside Lily at the Griffindor table, you couldn't help but feel off-kilter post the kiss on the cheek and the absence of Remus.

"________, are you alright?"

Sharply, you turned to your friend Lily and stood. The bench creaked under the sudden movement and you shook your head. "No. I'm going to find Remus."

Lily had panic behind her eyes, you saw the flash of it before she subdued it in a mask. "What? No, Remus fine. He told me he was going into the whomping willow and there no way he'd make it out of there as -," she didn't finish her sentence.

She didn't need to. Or need the other students privy.

"I don't care." you shook your head. "I'm going."

At that you sped way by foot, fleeing the great hall like a fugitive to find your friend the werewolf. Usually you wouldn't have been upset for his transformation but the potion to suppress the bestial nature of it hasn't been made. Leaving Remus free.

"Remus!" you yelled, coming to the open lawn where the cold air bit you. November was already on its way with the December chills following suit. "Remus!"

A guttural growling erupted from the base of the whomping willow, where you saw the form of his moon-changed self hiding. But as you went to go forth, you paused, hearing a different sort of growling, and then a bark from big shaggy black dog that yapped at you quickly, but sped toward Remus as his wolf self.

"________!" You heard Lily shout behind you, "come on, you're missing out on the feast." But turning, you couldn't help but scream. Beside Lily stood a stag, just like the kind that moseyed around in the forest behind the house you lived in the off term. "What's wrong?" she asked innocently.

"There's - theres a deer beside you. And a - a flipping dog is trying to tame my friend the werewolf and you're just blinking like its no big deal?" Your voice went high, afraid, and while you spoke, the stag trotted elegantly like a model in a runway past her to the melee of animals to aid Remus. "Lily, you've got to tell me what's going on. Please."

At that, a rat scurried between your legs, following in hot pursuit of the animal parade with a subduing Remus-the-werewolf. Your heart jumped silently; you never liked rats. But your screams had been spent.

"Okay, _______." Lily prefaced, "Since you're close and all, they're Animagus. James is the deer, Peter is the rat and Sirius is the -,"

"Dog," you whispered. "They - you - have all been hiding this from me?"

She nodded.

"________!"

You turned to see a bare, slightly shaky Sirius laying on the lawn with a wound the shape of a crescent, but not teeth marks.

Keeping track of the bustle, you dove forward to aid your - whatever you'd call this relationship with the most arrogant member of the Black family - from the grass, shedding your Gryffindor scarf for his privacy. "I can't believe it," you whispered, bending down to see Sirius' face. "You're a dog. And not just physically."

He grinned, "I know, right," Sirius joked beside the fact that he was buck-ass nude and scratched up. "I've gotten you to fall in love with me."

You started. "No - no...no, I haven't. I'm not. Am I?" you frowned. You then realised all those mixed up feelings. "I am," you confessed with a sigh. "Well, then, now I officially have feelings for you, Sirius, I -,"

"Kiss me," he whispered dramatically, writhing as if in utter pain. You knew better than that with Mr Drama King. But nonetheless, you bent down to lay your lips on his cheek when he jerked - and your teeth crashed upon his cheekbone. "Ow," he complained.

You laughed. "Hold still, then," And your mouthes met, and for a minute, you felt the definition of bliss take hold over you. "I can't see you wanting to grow old with me, though, Sirius -,"

He shrugged. "We'll work something out," and the pair of you bent in to kiss again.

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