Imagines- Harry Potter

Puzzle Pieces | W.S

Sirius Black. He was possibly one of the most reckless, arrogant, and careless seventh-year Hogwarts had ever seen. Everyone had heard of Sirius Black and what he had done through his years at Hogwarts. Every prank, every change, every shag, every snog, and definitely every new fashion obsession.

On the first day of his fifth year getting onto the Hogwarts Express, he had done a complete three-sixty from the previous year. He had grown a couple of inches over the summer, now taller than Peter but still inches below James and Remus. Not only that, but his hair was longer now. The silky, inky, tuffs of hair now reached his shoulders, and it framed his defined face beautifully. Not only that, but his black skinny jeans outlined his longish legs perfectly, Remus' had to withhold from staring. A new leather jacket was wrapped around his torso and gave off I-don't-give-a-fuck-vibes.

Poor bookish Remus was salivating at his new and improved boyfriend. He felt subconscious in his plum cable knitted sweater, baggy jeans, and Doc Martens, but he couldn't help but stare at Sirius.

Remus was beautiful inside and out. He had a heart of gold and would help anyone around him. He read books for fun, studied constantly, and his idea of fun was watching a muggle movie on the telly with a cuppa. Sirius partied all night long. He was a Quidditch beater for the Gryffindor team, a bloody good one at that. Sirius Black was the complete opposite of Remus Lupin, yet they fit together like puzzle pieces.

Needless to say, Sirius' new get-up scared the newcomers to Hogwarts.

Sirius would approach the train with complete and utter confidence, but in her peripheral vision, he would see the petite eleven-year-olds cower at the taller boy. He felt saddened by the sudden reaction. Sirius wasn't a bad person. He just came from a bad background. He longed for people to see the real him indeed. The loyal to the end, Sirius, the I'll go to the ends of the earth and back, Sirius, the I turned into an animagus for my best friend, Sirius.

He would curse his parents forever for making these kids afraid of him.

Regardless he opened the compartment door with a bright smile, "Miss me, lads?"

"Of course, we did!" James Potter's smile had never been brighter.

Remus swallowed, wishing the seat would consume him whole, "You- You look different."

"You like it?" Sirius winked, plopping beside the sandy blond-haired boy, "Thought I'd see how mad I could make mum."

James narrowed his eyes, "Not too much trouble, I hope?"

"You know me."

"Be careful, alright, mate?" James questioned with care lacing his voice, "I don't want anything getting you into too much trouble."

Sirius waved him off, "I'll be fine."

Remus had gotten away with not answering Sirius' question, but he couldn't take his eyes off his boyfriend. His hair looked so incredibly soft, and Remus wanted to run his finger through the strands. He wondered how the leather would feel against the pads of his fingertips. Remus allowed his eyes to travel further down; curiosity got the better of him thinking about how difficult getting those tight jeans off Sirius' legs would be.

"Moony?" Sirius snapped him out of his reverie, "Alright, love?"

"Mhm," Remus could feel the blush crawling up his neck, "Absolutely perfect."

Sirius smiled. Remus' stomach did flips, and his heart raced. He couldn't help himself. His arm went around Sirius' shoulders, pulling him close to his side. The leather was cool beneath Remus' arm, and it was smooth. Sirius nuzzled his head beneath the werewolf's jaw, breathing in the cologne Remus had sprayed earlier in the morning. A mixture of lavender, mint, cedarwood. The scent felt like Sirius' home, and he wouldn't change it for the world.

James and Peter talked of their adventures during the summer. According to James, he had finally been to Italy, and Peter had ventured into the realm of Germany. James had been very enthusiastic about how beautiful the city was and how much Remus would've enjoyed it. Sirius had already been to Italy, but James had invited him anyway. Still, Sirius would never be allowed to leave Grimmauld Place, especially with a blood traitor such as James Potter.

Arriving at Hogwarts was the best part. Approaching the castle always seemed like such a surreal experience, and Sirius relished finally being home. Grimmauld Place was torture, and it was seemed gloomy even on the sunniest of days. At least at Hogwarts, he could hide if things got rough, or he could take refuge in his friends. At least here, Sirius didn't have to worry about being hit with the crucio curse.

Within the first month of school, Remus had already collected his study group again with tons of new members. It was an assortment of people in every year at Hogwarts, with recent first years joining at the beginning of every term. Remus had the patience of a saint, and it amazed Sirius that even on full moons, he could control his frustration with the most stupid questions being asked.

One morning Remus' study group started just after breakfast, and Remus had woken up late, allowing no time for him to get breakfast. The tables in the library were pushed together to make one extremely long table. The sunlight was gleaming onto the oak tables, warming them up perfectly. The sky was blue with specks of white fluffy clouds. Remus was sitting at the end of the table when an incredibly gorgeous Sirius Black approached the table, causing the younger years to recoil into their books.

He placed a plate on Remus' right, and the lycanthrope looked up from his Potions book to see his boyfriend smiling down at him, "What're you doing here, Siri?"

"I know you slept in late," Sirius began, slightly flustered, "so I wanted to bring you breakfast."

Remus smiled and stood up to hug his boyfriend. Sirius was so easily tucked under Remus' chin due to his height. It was adorable and made some of their friends coo at them. Sirius 'punk-rock' Black stood onto his tippy toes to kiss Remus on the lips. Remus' arms quickly went around Sirius' waist, and Sirius' arms went around his boyfriend's neck. The first years were utterly shocked. Their jaws were on the floor.

The boys pulled back, albeit reluctantly, and parted ways. Remus began to eat the breakfast without another word, ignoring all the flabbergasted first year's faces.

Perhaps Sirius Black wasn't as scary as they thought; maybe he was just a complete softy for his boyfriend, Remus Lupin.