Harry Potter Imagines

High Hopes Pt. 2 (Sirius Black)

The actually requested part two!

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"Mason at five o'clock," Lily said under her breath.

You ducked your head and continued to eat your food.

Lily looked over again, "he's like actually approaching. He actually has the balls to come over here."

"Can I hit him?" Marlene asked, rhetorically... or probably not.

You looked up, mid-bite of a pastry. Remus, Peter, and James was glaring at the boy, while Sirius was looking at Mason unimpressed.

"Uh, Y/N?" Mason said.

You took a deep breath, willing yourself to remain civil. "Hi."

"Uh, I just wanted to say about the other day—"

You shoved the rest of the pastry in your mouth. "Oh, okay. You did remember the day. I was beginning to wonder if you'd forgotten or you had some sort of other academic responsibilities."

"I, uh—"

"And for a while I thought it was me. But it's okay. You don't have to explain, because then I remembered that no, you're just being you. And you couldn't be bothered to take some time out of your day to just spend time with someone."

He looked ready to skitter back to his table like a kicked puppy, when Sirius stared him down. You looked at him with narrowed eyes, trying to figure out his game.

"Wait, Y/N, I just wanted to say... I'm sorry."

A bit taken back, you hesitated, knowing it was far from genuine. But it was better than nothing. You turned away from him, feeling too petty to accept his apology.

"Y/N, come on," Mason said, almost beggingly.

You whirled around. "You don't get to decide if I accept your apology." He looked nervous at your response. "Why are you even here?"

"I wanted to apologize." It was border lining as a question.

"You did so. I think you can go now," you said ending the conversation.

He nodded, deciding it was best to accept whatever acknowledgement you gave his apology rather than trying to beg you to accept, and hurried back to his table.

The girls high-fived you, excitedly.

"Well handled," Lily amended.

Marlene agreed, "true, I would've given him public embarrassment... maybe a pumpkin juice to the robes or pudding to the face."

"I wonder what made him do that," you thought out loud. "It seemed like he would've rather been anywhere else."

"He probably didn't want to get his hair dyed neon and have his socks charmed to being wet all the time," Sirius said, nonchalantly. "And the assorted pranks throughout the upcoming weeks."

"What?" You asked. "Did you all put him up to that?"

"Why not?" James asked.

Remus defended, "you ought to at least get an apology from him."

"We told him you'd be the one to decide how bad his pranks were going to be, depending how upset you were and if you forgave him," Peter explained.

Marls and Lily looked slightly impressed. "Not a bad idea."

"Oh Grodric," you laughed. "Let's not do that. Wet socks all the time is just plain cruel. It's alright. Seriously, you guys. You don't have to do that."

"I figured pranking him would be better than your suggestion, but I can always go back to that one," Sirius smirked.

"You are not punching him!"

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You found yourself sitting in the common room next to the fireplace, drinking hot tea even though it was mid-spring and nearly the summer season. You were wrapped up in your favorite fuzzy blanket when you heard the portrait door open.

The marauders walked in talking loudly. They spotted you watching them and sent Padfoot a look, and they all dashed up to the dorms except Sirius. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and made his way towards you. You looked away from him, feeling a bit awkward from the intense glance he was giving you. You concealed your blushed smile into your mug as you took a sip.

You felt the couch dip and part of the blanket being ripped away from you.

"I can't believe you made him apologize to me," you rolled your eyes and snuggled further into the blanket.

You could feel the rumbling of his chest as he chuckled. "He screwed you over. You deserved it."

He put his arm around you, and on instinct, you nestled yourself into his side with your head on his chest.

"It wasn't too bad," you said, trying to deflect his pity.

"Waiting for someone all day isn't fun."

"I became acquainted with this nice waiter." You set your tea on the side table.

You felt Sirius stiffen beside you.

"No worries, he was like way older than me," you laughed quietly at the thought.

He let out a breath. "I'm just trying to look out for you."

"I know."

"You're just so nice, I don't want somebody like Mason to use you again."

"Thank you, Sirius," you sighed. "I guess you were right about him."

He started playing with some of the loose strands of your hair, twisting it between his fingers.

"Maybe I should start having you check through all the boys who I date— wait no, then you'd never let anyone through," you joked.

"I might let one through."

You turned to face him and raised an eyebrow. "Is that so? I suppose you think the only one good enough is you, right?"

He didn't back down from your challenging stare. "Yes."

"Really?" Your face melted into a skeptical look.

"Why not?" he raised his hand to cup your cheek.

"So you're like my Prince Charming who was hiding right under my nose?" You inquired.

He laughed softly, "you and your stories. Alright, if that's how you'd like it."

He closed the gap between you, and his lips met with yours. You couldn't help but smile as you touched his soft lips. His hands found it's way to holding your face, and yours found their way to his hair. Your stomach was doing flip flops with nervousness. And within moments, you pulled away from each other. Slowly, wanting to savor the moment, you opened your eyes.

"Okay," you said, as in oh my gosh, that just happened.

"Okay," he replied, as in yep.

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I'm literally so bad at writing fluff. Goodness, I should just do this whole book as angst lol