𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐌𝐄 ☆ Sirius Black ✔️ *slowly editing*

t h i r t y f i v e

We lie panting, my head resting on Sirius' arm as I nuzzle into his bare chest, desperately trying to steady my breathing.

My mind is screaming at me, but I'm focusing on his vibrating heartbeat in an attempt to drown the thoughts that are flooding my brain.

We just had sex. Sirius has not only seen me naked; his hands and mouth have roamed on every fibre of my skin.

A nagging voice echoes in my mind, suggesting that he might not have liked it because I did something wrong or because he has been with several girls before me who were far more experienced. Who knew what they were doing.

My body is still trembling, the feeling of his hands and mouth still lingering on my skin. But lying here, in the aftermath, I'm left with the dreadful realisation that it may not have been as special to him as it was for me.

Almost as if sensing my discomfort, Sirius shifts and turns toward me, and I feel his grey eyes staring at me.

"Are you okay?" He asks softly, a comforting hand tracing up and down my arm.

"I'm fine. That was..." I begin but falter as the right words won't leave my lips.

If I'm being honest, it was amazing, and I wouldn't mind going for another round. Frustration brews as my mind attempts to persuade me otherwise.

"Hey, I know that look," Sirius twists his body, so I'm no longer resting on his arm. Instead, he's hovering above me, forcing me to meet his gaze. "You had the same expression when you broke up with me."

"I didn't bre... never mind," I sigh, realising that now is not the time to argue with him.

"You're not breaking up with me now, are you?" He jests, though a hint of uncertainty lingers in his eyes.

I shake my head. "Of course not!"

"Do you regret it? Did I do something wrong?"

Again, I shake my head.

"Then what is it?"

Before I can respond, a loud bang echoes from downstairs, followed by shouting and what resembles small explosions.

"What the hell was that?" Sirius peers towards the door just as a penetrating scream fills the air.

"That didn't sound like someone celebrating," I conclude.

We both scramble out of bed, hastily locating our clothes scattered around the room, and quickly get dressed before sprinting down the stairs.

Sirius reaches the ground floor before me. As I descend, a blue spark flies by my face, prompting me to quickly duck behind a couch for cover.

I peer over the back of the couch and notice a small group of masked figures by the entrance. They have on long black cloaks and are wearing metal masks that remind me of skulls. It takes me a few minutes to remember where I have seen them before. They are Death Eaters. I remember seeing pictures of them in the Daily Prophet.

A few feet away, a chair incinerates as it's hit by a spell.

From my vantage point, I spot Peter hiding under a table as sparks fly around him, while our friends duel the masked intruders with little success as they have cast a strong shield around them, blocking all incoming spells.

"UNMASK YOURSELVES, COWARDS!" James's voice echoes through the chaos.

A spark hits the fireplace near me, causing flames to shoot out and ignite a small fire on the carpet, which I quickly stamp out with my foot.

I wonder if I should leap up and join the group of Gryffindors, who are busy shooting spells towards the group of masked figures – all of which bounce off the seemingly impenetrable shield.