She walked up to me and she asked me to dance
I asked her her name and in a dark brown voice she said
Lola
L-O-L-A, Lola
La-la-la-la Lola
Well I’m not the world’s most physical guy
But when she squeezed me tight she nearly broke my spine
Oh my Lola
La-la-la-la Lola
Sunday 2nd November 1975
“Come on!” Mary whispered, giggling as she tugged on his arm. The clock had just struck midnight; Sirius was officially twenty-four hours away from turning sixteen.
“Where are we going?” He whispered back, feeling the familiar thrill of adrenaline that came from sneaking out after hours. The corridors were dark, empty and silent save for the sound of their muffled footsteps on the stones. Mary twirled, spinning into him and gripping his arms to regain her balance. She smirked devilishly and stood on her tiptoes, murmuring into his ear,
“Too crowded in the common room…”
Sirius swallowed, hard. Oh, Merlin. Was this it, then? Mary certainly seemed like a woman on a mission. He wished he had some water—his tongue felt sticky with the aftertaste of firewhisky.
“Over here,” Mary whispered, twining their fingers together as she pulled him into an alcove, halfway down the stairway of Gryffindor tower. Luckily, most of the prefects had been at his birthday party—unless someone suddenly decided to go on patrol, Sirius doubted that they’d have to worry about being caught.
This was good, because Sirius had plenty of other things to worry about at the moment. His stomach was one big knot of nerves, body still buzzing with adrenaline as Mary pressed him back into the wall.
“Sirius Black,” she smiled impishly, “D’you know what?”
He licked his lips. “What?”
“I’ve come to a decision.”
“Oh, have you?”
“Yes,” she pressed their palms together, “I have.”
He tried his best to mirror her mischievous smirk as he asked, “And what decision’s that?”
She was leaning even closer now, chest pressed against him, fluttering lashes casting shadows on her cheeks.
“Can’t you guess?”
Her voice was breathy, barely a whisper. Sirius found himself staring at her lips, shiny with some sort of gloss.
This was it—all those weeks of teasing, of flirting, of coy glances and smiles and laughs. Sirius sucked in a breath, feeling dizzy and hot and slightly out of focus, body a tightly coiled spring. Mary skirted her fingers up his sides, sending a shiver down his spine.
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All the Young Dudes ( Sirius' Perspective )
ФанфикAll the Young Dudes by mskingbean89 written from Sirius' POV, All credits for this story goes to rollercoasterwords on ao3. *THIS IS NOT MY ORIGINAL WORK. *THE ORIGINAL AUTHOR OF THIS STORY IS ROLLERCOASTERWORDS ON AO3.
