Where did you come from, baby?
How did you know I needed you?
How did you know I needed you so badly
How did you know I’d give my heart gladly
Yesterday I was one of the lonely people
Now you’re lying close to me, making love to me
I believe in miracles
Where’re you from, you sexy thing (sexy thing, you)
I believe in miracles
Since you came along, you sexy thing
Tuesday 24th January 1978
7:50 AM
A handful of people in Gryffindor Tower used alarm clocks. If Sirius found himself (against his best efforts) walking through the hallway outside the dormitory doors in the early morning, he could sometimes hear them—shrill ringing, or loud blaring, or (for those more experienced with acoustic charms) perhaps even some nice, soothing music.
Sirius did not have an alarm clock. What he had was James Potter.
“Oi, Padfoot, get up! Nearly eight, you lazy sod.”
“I’ve got a free study day, arsehole, piss off.” Sirius grumbled, shoving his head under his pillow.
“You’ll miss breakfast!”
“Urrgh.”
“Fine, starve then.” Sirius could practically hear James rolling his eyes through the bed curtains. As he began to shuffle around again, he called out,
“Seen Moony? His bed’s empty – don’t think he should be off on his own, do you?”
“Err…” Sirius lifted his head, hesitating.
The simplest answer to that question would be ‘Yes, James, I have seen Moony—in fact, I’m seeing rather a lot of him right now, as he’s currently lying right next to me.’ But the boy in question was giving Sirius a very frantic look, a look which clearly communicated that he did not want James Potter made aware that they had spent the night sleeping next to each other—as if James and Sirius hadn’t shared a bed plenty of times…
Still, Sirius obliged, half because he didn’t want to make Moony uncomfortable, and half because he found it amusing how the tables had turned. While before it had been Remus urging him to be more open about their relationship, now that their friends actually knew they were shagging the private boy seemed determined to do everything in his power to convince them that the opposite was true.
“Probably gone for breakfast, mate.” Sirius shouted through the curtains.
“Yeah, maybe…” There was a bit more shuffling, then, “…Oh, hang on, I’ll check the map, he’s left it on his bedside table!”
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All the Young Dudes ( Sirius' Perspective )
FanfictionAll 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.
