Burning Love

•Wave of Courage•

As the weeks turned into months, Sirius and I found ourselves wrapped up in a whirlwind of dates that felt straight out of a fairy tale. Each outing was filled with laughter, flirtation, and, of course, plenty of kisses that left me breathless.

One chilly autumn evening, Sirius planned a cozy picnic under the stars. He had managed to sneak out a blanket and a basket filled with pumpkin pastries and butterbeer, and we settled down on the grass near the lake. The moonlight danced on the water, creating a magical atmosphere.

"Isn't this perfect?" he said, a playful grin on his face as he opened the basket. "I figured we could do something a bit more... romantic."

"I'd say you succeeded," I replied, stealing a glance at him. He was more handsome than ever, the moonlight highlighting the playful glint in his eyes.

After a few bites, we started sharing stories—everything from our childhoods to our dreams for the future. As the conversation flowed, Sirius leaned closer, his arm brushing against mine.

"Grace," he said softly, "there's something I need to tell you."

Before I could respond, he leaned in and kissed me, his lips warm and inviting. The world around us faded, and it felt like we were the only two people in existence. I melted against him, the kiss deepening, as if we were sealing a promise that this was just the beginning.

Another time, Sirius surprised me with a day trip to Hogsmeade. We wandered through the streets, hand in hand, stopping at every little shop. He insisted on buying me a new scarf, playfully wrapping it around my neck and claiming it looked "infinitely cuter" on me than on the display mannequin.

As we settled into the Three Broomsticks, sipping on hot chocolate, Sirius's playful teasing turned into something more serious. "You know, I can't imagine my life without you," he said, his expression earnest.

"What do you mean?" I asked, feeling my heart race.

He took my hand, brushing his thumb over my knuckles. "I mean that every moment with you is better than the last. I'm head over heels, Grace."

I couldn't help but blush at his confession. "You really mean that?"

"Absolutely," he replied, leaning in closer. Our lips met again, this time tender and full of promise. The warmth of the café faded into the background as we got lost in each other.

And then there was the evening we ventured to the Astronomy Tower. Sirius had insisted on watching the stars, and he set up a small telescope for us to use. As we gazed at the constellations, he pulled me close, his warmth enveloping me.

"Did you know that Sirius is the brightest star in the night sky?" he mused, glancing down at me with a playful smirk. "It's named after me, obviously."

I laughed, rolling my eyes. "Of course, it is. How could I forget?"

As the stars twinkled above, he kissed me again, the moment feeling timeless. We talked about our futures—our hopes, our fears, and how we wanted to make a difference in the world. The kisses grew more passionate as the night deepened, each one sealing our connection a little tighter.

Each date was an adventure, a chance to grow closer. Sirius's affectionate nature never ceased to surprise me, whether he was playfully ruffling my hair or sneaking kisses when he thought no one was looking.

As winter approached, we spent evenings in the Gryffindor common room, wrapped in blankets by the fire. We exchanged sweet nothings, our laughter mingling with the crackling of the flames. I loved how he'd pull me closer, whispering cheesy lines that somehow made my heart race.