Do you mind me asking for a young Sirius black Drabble with 27,28,32 and 34 from the Drabble list possibly please ?
27. “I loveyou, you asshole” and 28. “You did this for me?” and32. “I’m so stupid to make the mistake of falling in love with my bestfriend” and 34. “The way youflirt is shameful” with Sirius as a strapping young lad!!!
Also, I listened to this song while writing this. Just as a side note lol
Talland lean with amazing hair, Sirius was a teenage heart throb. All the girls were head over heelsfor that uppity idiot, and, well, you weren’t blind. You knew he was handsome.If you could describe anyone with the archaic word handsome, it would be him.
Youdidn’t really expect him to pay you much attention, because not only was he handsome, but also conveniently clever.He didn’t need to try when it came to school, which was infuriating sometimesfor you, since anything technical was usually the death of you and you had towork hard to stay in the running. But he, somehow, had no difficulty gettingconstant O’s in all his classes while maintaining playful conversations withthe giggling throng of girls the table over.
“The way you flirt isshameful,” you told him as you left class by his side, referencing hisattempt to charm Professor Sprout to get out of detention.
“Areyou jealous, darlin’?” he wiggled his eyebrows at you, nudging you with hisarm, but you just rolled your eyes and punched his arm hard enough to bruise. Youdidn’t hold back when it came to punching a bitch, especially one with a weak ass like his.
Buthe did seem to like spending time with you. Sometimes he would kidnap you fromthe library or the common room and take you on a venture by the Lake, or go ona stroll through the forest (he knew it like the back of his hand). He wouldsmoke and you would talk. Overall, it was a good time.
Somethingwas different this time around, though.
Youwere sitting in one of the armchairs, a rare opportunity you were happy to takeadvantage of by settling with a blanket and a good book. You were readingsomething Lily had lent you (Something by that muggle bloke, Scott Fitzgerald) whenSirius appeared.
Beingan annoying twat, he took the liberty of sitting on your armrest (practicallyon top of you) and stole a kiss, right from your warm cheek. You grimaced andrubbed the kiss off with your palm, looking at him crossly.
“Whatthe fuck, Black?” you demanded, “You ruined my immersion! Gatsby was getting passionate.”
“Youand your immersion,” he laughed, “let’s go have some fun.”
“I’malready having fun,” you huffed, pouting crossly and returning your angry gazeto your book.
“Imeant real fun,” he drawled, ticklingyou in the spot just by your ear he had discovered a while ago when his hairhad tickled your chin as the two of you lied down next to each other by theLake one lazy Sunday.
Yousquealed and pushed him off the armchair, which made him fumble and fallgracefully to the floor. You gasped and started laughing really hard, smackingyour knee, so he took the opportunity to snatch your book from your hands andhop onto the couch, right over the bemused onlookers who yelled in surprise.
“Giveit back, Black!” you shouted, hopping after him over the people, who continuedto yell.
“Sayyou’ll go out with me!”
“Ithought that was Potter’s line toEvans!” you yelled, letting a giggle escape as you played monkey, the tablebetween the two of you as the prefects who were studying for their NEWTSshushed the both of you angrily.
Siriuslet out a horrendous laugh as well, before skipping over to the fire andholding the book over the open flame.
“Youwouldn’t,” you gasped, when hedangled it dangerously from his long fingers.
“Sayyou’ll go out with me.”
“Asif that ever stopped us before.”
Younarrowed your eyes and crossed your arms.
“Isthis how you ask girls out on a date regularly, Sirius? ‘Cause if so I feelsorry for the poor sod who ends up with you.”
“Date? Who said anything about a date?”he teased, making you bite your tongue.
“Comeoff it, you prick! Fine, I’ll come, just – give the book back, I borrowed itfrom Evans.”
“Deal,”he tossed the book back to you. You knew he wouldn’t have actually done it, but you were up, and someone had already stolen your armchair in all the ruckus.
Sirius then strutted around the couch of the firstyears who had been watching the argument like the Quidditch match and grabbedyour hand.
“Letme get my coat, first!”
“You’ll be fine. If you aren’t I can think of somethings we can do to warm up,” he winked in your direction, which just made yougroan and the fourth years by the door snicker.
Thenight was chilly. Early spring brought with it breezes from the top of thedistant mountains, filtered through the Forbidden Forest so that it smelled ofpine and dirt and pale moonlight.
Siriusquickly lit a cigarette and began smoking it with a casual elegance you would say only James Dean would nail. The smoke rose to the sky in furls, and you wereanxious that the smoke or the trail of embers he left in his wake would get thetwo of you in trouble, but he didn’t seem to be too concerned.
Heturned his head upwards and blew out a steady trail of grey, closing his eyesand hissing softly. You were a little enamoured at the sight, despite the factthat you knew how bad it had to be for him. It was a radical view, even in themagical world, but you had never really gotten into smoking yourself, if itwasn’t social. You preferred sugar quills to rolling up a doozie.
“Whatchathinkin’ ‘bout, baby?” Sirius pondered, mimicking a smoldering deep Elvisvoice that made you roll your eyes. You rolled your eyes a lot around him.
“Nothingmuch, just how tarnished my reputation has become since I admitted to beingyour goddamn friend,” you grumbled, “also how much of a fire hazard smoking isin a forest.”
“Aw,is my baby grumpy ‘cause I made her go outside for a change?”
Hethrew his head back and laughed, coughing a little. You shook your head.
“Howyou manage to be an all-star athlete and still maintain a smoking habit, I’llnever know.”
“Hey,I don’t smoke that much! I’m no Blondie.”
“Blondieor not, I don’t want that smoke in my face. Put it out.”
Heput it out then threw an arm around you and pulled you close, making yousquirm.
Soyou let him. It’s not like you didn’t want his arm around you, it was just…hard to admit. Just like how you didn’t want to admit that you had felt flurries of something stupid when he had asked you to accompany him in the dead of night.
Youmade an inclination to take the usual route to the left, but he pulled you theother way, making you trip a little.
“Nu-uh.We’re going the right way tonight,sweet heart.”
“Whatever,”you muttered, as he pulled out his wand from the back pocket of his black bellbottoms and retracting his arm just to push back the sleeves of his leatherjacket.
Hehad the kind of style that teenagers would call very ‘Alex Turner’ in thefuture, but for now his style was too reminiscent of a fifties bad boy to fit in to the post-Beatles style which he deemed to seem too ‘pedophile-y’.
Althoughhe did pull off his United Jack shirt really well. He shared good taste with MickJagger, for sure.
“Standback,” he told you, before casting a powerful Lumos spell without a word. Thenhe made the rather overgrown path ahead neater by waving his wand in a sweepingmotion, the tree branches drawing to the side like stage curtains.
Hesmirked in your direction and offered his arm to you. You were wearing askeptical expression, but you locked your jaw and followed him anyway, trustinghim despite the promise you had made to never trust Sirius Black.
Yougasped when you saw what was beyond you, though, and Sirius was delighted tosee the wide eyed wonder you displayed when you saw it.
Ina small clearing between two birch trees was a full out picnic, set with pillowsand authentic lamps. He had even draped a curtain just alittle over the blanket on the leafy soft ground to provide some cover, openenough to see the stars sneaking some glittery winks between the tree brancheswhich canopied the setting beautifully.
“Imeant to do this a while ago, but the atmosphere was never quite… right,” hetold you, although his tone of voice had lost its edge and you noticed thatnow, it was just Sirius, talking.
“Whatfor, huh?” you inquired, “you planning on bringing a girl over here and gettinglucky or something?”
Hisgaze followed the trunks of the trees upwards to the sky.
Thenin a softer voice, he answered.
Youpaused, then raised a hand to rest over your heart.
“You did this for me?” you breathed.His brown eyes traveled back to your face.
Hislong lanky hair floated a little as another soft breeze carried through thescene. You breathed in deeply.
“Whatdid you score to eat? I’m starving.”
Hisguarded smile grew into a much bigger toothier one, his eyes looking glassy inthe flickering wand light. He took your hand gently, which you squeezed to lethim know you were down for it, then led you towards the blanket.
“Inicked these from the kitchen,” he opened the basket and pulled out two clearcontainers, both of which having a full chicken inside. You gasped beforelaughing in delight.
“Wellthey aren’t actually chickens,” he told you, to which you returned a quizzical expression,“barbecue tofu. The real chickens are being saved for Easter, according to theelves.”
“Alright.Tofu it is,” you took one eagerly and opened it up, “let’s just hope thecreatures of this forest don’t smell this and come to eat us when they realizeit’s just stinky tofu.”
You stuck your tongue at him to let him now it was ajoke, both of you laughing before digging in.
Afterfinishing your tofu chickens (followed by lemonade and treacle tart), thetwo of you fell into easy conversation, lying on the blanket next to each otherand pointed at various stars, making plans to travel to the sky and discoverthe worlds beyond the round faced moon. You talked about the war that wascoming, and how scared you were. He didn’t say it at first, but he admitted howscared he was as well.
“Ijust… I don’t wanna kill anyone,” he muttered with his arm crossed behind hishead, staring blankly at the sky. You heart broke a little bit more, just likewhen he had told you how terrible his mother was, or how anxious for Regulus hewas.
Henoticed how cold you still were so he pulled off his leather jacket and threwit on you like a blanket. When you protested, saying that his weak lungs wouldn’thandle catching a cold, he silenced you by getting under the jacket with you, pressinghis body against yours to fit. You snuggled with your heads together, and youcould have easily fallen asleep in the warmth of his body. His jacket smelledlike smoke and magic, which masked what he was really like. He really smelled sweet, likemusky cologne and cedar wine.
“Hey,”he whispered, when your eyes fluttered shut. Midnight had passed like a cloudoverhead.
“Igotta tell you something.”
Youpunched his arm under the jacket, which made him laugh breathily.
“You’restupid,” you murmured, your eyes still closed as you snuggled in closer again.
“Well,I suppose that’s what I get,” he muttered back, his jubilance making his voice tremblea little, “I’m so stupid to make themistake of falling in love with my best friend.”
Youcracked open one of your eyes and peered at him.
“Ithought James and Remus and Peter were your best friends.”
“Nah,they’re my brothers,” he told you easily, “if I had to choose a best friend,though, it would be you.”
Heatcreeped up into your cheeks, and you closed your eyes again. You then grumbledsomething under your breath, muffled by your hands which were cupped together byyour mouth.
“I love you too, youasshole,” youanswered more clearly, still not opening your eyes. You heard him laugh softly,before you felt his cold lips being pressed to your forehead.
Youopened your eyes slowly, staring at him. He returned your stare with hooded eyes.
Youraised your head slightly and kissed him on the lips, tasting the lemonade, andthe mint gum he had chewed. You moved slowly, experimentally against each other. You opened your eyes and saw that his eyebrows had furrowed slightly, but otherwise he looked like he had entered a state of ecstasy. You couldn’t say much different for yourself.
“If I could do this instead of smoking I’d quit in a heartbeat,” he purred,making you moan so softly he wouldn’t have known had he not felt it vibrateagainst his lips, “I’d quit quicker than a cat on fire.”
SiriusBlack, more than just a bad bad Leroy Brown. He was James Dean with apersonality. A soft spoken guy with sweet words and a sweeter taste.
Hewas the nicest asshole you had the fortune to meet.
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