Untreated Wounds | Sirius Black

Chapter 42

The streets of London were full, umbrellas hiding people from the rain as they pushed through the streets. The rain hit the pavement roughly as the cars and busses sprayed the water from the streets to the footpath, the small coffee shops scattering the corners of the roads bustling full of muggles. My arm was looped around Sirius's as we walked through the streets, my heels getting a bit of water on the leather making me wince at the thought.

Sirius for once didn't have a leather jacket on him, instead, he wore a black turtleneck, one I'd seen him wear before since it was a drowsy day, and I was wearing his jacket. The wind was cold, even for a summer day, the wind blowing my curly hair behind my face. It was silent, the muffled voices and footsteps keeping London alive. The buses and cars were loud as their engines rumbled loudly at the traffic lights, honking at the pedestrians. It was about ten in the morning.

Sirius and I went to a small French café, it was busy, but we were able to find a small seat by the window. We both ordered our coffees, Sirius got black coffee, of course, it was the only coffee he drank. "You're boring for drinking black coffee," I told him,

"It gives me the caffeine boost, what else should it do?"

"Taste good," I said, pouring a small sachet of sugar into my coffee before I took a sip.

"You've got a milk moustache." He said to me as lowered the cup from my face,

I narrowed my eyes at him, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand but he leaned over the small table, using his thumb to wipe off the bit on the corner of my lip.

I gave him a smile, which he returned, leaning back into his seat and sipping his coffee.

The argument at the hospital still lingered in the air. But I was very aware Sirius indeed had no thought of laying a finger on me. He didn't look at me like that. Elliot looked at me as a possession. I was his and only his.

Sirius... He looked at me like no man or woman ever looked at me. He saw the best and worst and he brought out both sides of me and I brought out both in him. But when we saw the best in each other... It was all we could see. And that was why I loved him like I did.

"So, cakes?" I asked,

Sirius grinned, "You know it. I want a huge one."

"Well, we need a venue."

"I know." I sighed, "Where do you want it?"

"What about a beach wedding?" Sirius offered,

"A beach wedding?"

"Cornwall. It's beautiful in the summer." He grinned excitedly,

"But don't you think Winter is more significant to us?"

He tilted his head, squinting his eyes at me, "I don't want to wait till Winter." He said finally, "I want to marry you now."

"Well, I know that." I mumbled, "A beach wedding, huh?"

Sirius nodded with a smile.

"We'll get sand everywhere."

"Really?" He raised his eyebrows at me,

"Yes."

"I think that is the least of my concerns." He rolled his eyes, "Cornwall it is."

"Fine."

"Only fine?"

"Yes."

"Aw, come on, darling." He smirked,

"I hate you," I said,

"You know you love me."

"Yeah, yeah. Who's supposed to be the priest?"