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Thirty-Three (Requested)

Requested by @ProFangirl282
(Get comfortable, this is a long one)

     You, James, and Sirius sat at the Gryffindor table, helping yourself to breakfast. You gasped as your hand flew to your bag. You grabbed a piece of yellowed parchment.
     "I found a new word! I think it's pronounced... 'ass-rye-lick'...?" You stared at the word on the crinkled paper.
     "You're so adorable," James chuckled.
     "Uh... (Y/N), that's acrylic," Sirius smiled from over your shoulder. "It's a type of paint."
     "... oh."
     He laughed. 
     You were still struggling with some English words, but other than the ones you would never use (acrylic), you had practically mastered the language.
     Growing up in Scotland, you spoke Gaelic, but when you met the Marauders, they helped you grasp the English language.
      An owl flew clumsily onto the table, scattering bits of egg and bacon. Sirius untied the letter from its leg.
     "Whose it?" You asked curiously.
     "Whose is it," James corrected.
     "Oh. Right. Is it your?" You turned to Sirius.
     "Yes, I'm pretty sure it's yours, right Siri... Sirius?" James tone switched to concerned when he saw the expression on his best friend's face. Sirius's eyes flew across the note. They glistened, slightly, and his face fell.
"Sirius? What's wrong?" You chewed your lip.
"Sirius...? Sirius!" He abruptly stood up and walked away.
You grabbed the note and read the flourishing script.

Sirius,
I cannot accept this behavior anymore. You are an embarrassment to this family. You have shamed your all of us, me especially. You should be more like your brother, Regulus. He's told me many stories of your faults and so called 'friends'. Learn to accept your noble blood status. You are a Pureblood. Embrace it. You ran from us, Sirius. We have no choice but to let you go.
You are not allowed to come back to this house; not now, nor ever. Enjoy your crude outlook on life.
Sincerely,
Mother

You gasped at the letter.
"(Y/N)... what's it say...?" You shoved the letter into James' hands. His face turned horrified.
"What?"
"I'm going to talk to him."
"(Y/N), I dunno if that's a good idea–"
"Yeah? Try and stop me."
You stormed across the hall, preparing what to say in your mind, when your eyes landed on Regulus.
You should be more like your brother, Regulus. He's told me many stories of your faults and so called 'friends'...
"More like his brother my arse," you muttered darkly, marching over to the Slytherin table.
Regulus caught your eye and stood up.
"If this is about Sirius–"
You didn't wait for an explanation. Your fist crashed into his jaw. He swore and staggered backwards. Your knuckle ached. People turned to watch the scene unfold.
"Why would you do that?" You yelled.
"Mother–"
"I don't care about Mother–"
Someone restrained your arms.
"Let's go," Sirius muttered in your ear.
He pulled you out into the hallway and glared, arms folded.
"What the bloody hell was that all about?" He roared unfolding his arms to spread them wide with annoyance.
"What? I was doing it for you, you know. It was your brother that sold you out!"
"It's not his fault! My mum can be very... persuasive."
You looked at Sirius queerly until it dawned on you.
"Your mum... cursed you?" You asked with trepidation.
"Yup. Once a week. 'To make us strong,' she said. You've... you've no idea what that's like, (Y/N). Knowing her, she probably forced it out of him."
     "I'm... I'm so sorry," you felt tears well up in your eyes. Your cheeks colored with shame.
     Sirius took a step forward and caressed your face.
"S'all right," he murmured. His face neared yours. He was going to kiss you. You knew it. His eyes closed. You felt your lids flutter shut. His lips touched yours, fleeting and soft. You inhaled and pressed your mouth to his. He pushed your back into the wall. You breathed in his scent, the feel of your lips against his, and then it was over.
     "(Y/N), I... I don't know how to say this, but–"
     "Quérote."
     "What?"
     "Quérote."
     "Listen, I don't know what that means, but I hope it doesn't mean... you know..."
     You flushed, turned, and ran.
     "(Y/N)!" Sirius called.
     You sprinted, tears blurring your vision when you realized what he meant. He wasn't in love with you. You were just one of his pawns. A toy. Nothing more.
     ...but I hope it doesn't mean... you know...
     You squeezed your eyes shut, tears leaking out of the corners, and ran through the doors onto the grounds. There was a clear path right to the forbidden forest, your favorite place to hide.
     "(Y/N)! Come back!"
     You tripped over a root at the edge of the woods. You stumbled, but quickly regained your balance. Your breathing was ragged, and Sirius was catching up. The trees passed in a blur until you reached a clearing.
     Did you get away from Sirius?

     Of course not.

     You felt his body slam into yours and you were knocked to the ground. You rolled over to find Sirius had trapped you. He leaned over you, hands braced against the firm packed dirt.
     "What's wrong?"
     "Nothing... I just thought–"
     "That I loved you?"
You idiot! Why would he ever love you?
     "I'm sorry if you don't feel the same. I guess... I guess I just thought you did."
What?
     "Sirius... I do."
     His eyes widened.
     "That's what Quérote means. I love you. I love you Sirius Orion Black."
     His lips pressed against yours, and when he opened his eyes, he murmured, "And I love you, (Y/F/N)."

   Sorry this took so long. I hope you liked it, @ProFangirl282! I changed up the ending so it would have for of a conclusion, but it was fun to write :)
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