Growing on me Sirius x OC

9)Marriage

IM SO SORRY ABOUT NOT UPDATING IN ALMOST A YEAR. I've completely ignored it and I'm so sorry. I'll make sure to update regularly for a while. I want to do a time skip to fifth year. Nothing much happened between Sirius and Jasmine. They more or less avoided each other. Jas got over her little crush and she more or less accepted that he didn't want his friends to see him with her. She misinterpreted it as him being ashamed of their tentative friendship and her pride kept her from confrontation. In my mind, there's only a one-year age difference between Regulus and Sirius. This is gonna be Reggie's fourth year at Hogwarts and also the year when James starts acting on his crush on Lily. I like slow burns but I'm not sure if I want this to be really slow. It just weirds me out to make a 13-year-old boy a fuckboy and write romantic storylines for kids who are barely teenagers. I might make a tiny spin-off later with the second, third, and fourth years along with summer breaks. if I did, it would be super detailed so let me know if you would be interested.

Sirius Black was walking toward me in wedding robes. 

He had that overconfident grin plastered on his face that I swore up and down to Lily that I hated. For some reason, I didn't entirely hate it right now. I could've sworn that he had softened. The light black of his eyes had turned into the light grey of the Macroons I had during our betrothal ball.  The sharp angles of his angry face had softened with his smile. The grin wasn't overconfident. It was unsure. It was delicate and beautiful and I loved it. 

I was enchanted to see him.

I awoke with a start.

I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and looked at my reflection in the mirror.

God, I looked terrible.

I got up, stretched, and walked towards my window. There was a stack of Lily's letters that I had read and reread obsessively but had yet to respond to. How was I going to explain my current predicament to her? As much as I loved her, she would never understand the unspoken loyalties that prevented me from breaking free. She would never understand the hope I had that kept me shackled here. 

That would've been funny if it wasn't so depressing.

 Hope was shackling me. 

Lily's latest letter was on my desk. It was another rant about Potter's prank on Snape. You would think he would at least lay off on the pranks over the summer but it seems that he had sent multiple letters that would serenade Snape with high-pitched Celestina Warbeck songs before blowing up.

It was a silly prank but nevertheless amusing to them I suppose. In the end, she included a plea to respond and a long paragraph expressing her concern about my prolonged silence. I looked up at my mirror again, wondering if I looked any different. Maybe I had a spark of life. A little bit of happiness. Lily made me happy, didn't she?

I let out a sigh. I felt like I was mourning. It felt silly. No one was dead yet. There had not yet been some big grievous event that caused her to fall apart entirely. I suppose I was mourning my future. It felt like it was all coming to an end. Her mother would've tried to 'hit some sense' into her forever overdramatic daughter if she could see her now. 

Was it really overdramatic of me to want to run away? It had been months since I had heard of him. He was probably living the life while I was sitting here in self-ordained house arrest, sulking.

Ugh, I was getting all depressive again. The betrothal was weighing on me. I doubted he would follow through with it from the beginning. Knowing him, he would probably run away soon like he had been threatening to. It was clear from the moment I found out about it in the first place.