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Seventy-Two

⚠️WARNING⚠️
DRUNK!SIRIUS
(also it gets kind of intense so read at your own risk)
[no smut though but y'all
already knew that lol]

(takes place at the Seventh Year Dance Afterparty)

     "Hey (Y/N)," Lily sang.
"Yeah?" You turned to your friend with a smile.
"I heard Sirius is looking for you," she smirked devilishly.
You rolled your eyes.
"Great. He's probably drunk out of his mind."
Lily chuckled.
"Yeah, but that means loose feelings. I've heard him tell me you looked gorgeous about three times already."
"He doesn't really mean it," you said, exasperated. "He's drunk, Lil."
"But that's the thing! Drinking liberates your emotions, it doesn't change them. He's head over heals for you, (Y/N)."
You tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear with a sigh.
"Aaand here he comes now."
Your head snapped up.
"I'll leave you to it," Lily whispered with a laugh, then slipped away.

     Sirius grinned and swaggered over to you, his eyes bright from the fire-whisky. His tie was long gone, probably somewhere on the dance floor. His jacket was open, and his collar was unbuttoned so low it made your cheeks pink.
     He winked at you.
    "What's up, beautiful?"
     You raised your eyebrows, your face hot.
     "Very funny."
     He leaned closer to your face. Too close. You took a step back.
     "Holy crap, Sirius, how shitfaced are you?"
     "Dunno. Everything's slanted."
     You sighed in annoyance.
He ran a hand through his hair, then stumbled backwards.
You reached forward and grabbed his arm.
"You okay?" You questioned nervously.
He nodded, his brow furrowed.
"Are you sure?" You confirmed.
"Mhm... I think so..."
"Oi! Padfoot!"
Sirius turned to his best friend and hollered something about a drinking game.
"No!" Sirius looked at you, then frowned.
"What? Why not?"
"Why not? Why not? Because I can barely hear the words coming out of your mouth, your speech is so slurred! You can't walk straight! You're stumbling over your own feet, and you're making a fool out of yourself!"
Sirius was silent.
"Hey (Y/N)!" You heard Marlene call.
"Bollocks," you muttered.
"Marlene!" Sirius grinned and walked over to her. He went to hug her when she paused, her face taking in a green pallor.
"Oh, Merlin. Marlene? Are you–"
Marlene puked on Sirius's shirt.
"Whoops," she mumbled.
"Marlene!" Lily cried, rushing over.
"Who was supposed to monitor her Firewhisky intake?" You groaned.
"I dunno! Whoever it was did a bloody great job, didn't they," Lily growled. You turned to Sirius.
"Let's go. I want to get you cleaned up."
"But I'm not dirty."
"Sirius, you're sweating so much you could water half of Africa right now. Also, I'm not sure if you noticed, but Marlene just vomited all over your shirt. We're going."
"Can I at least come back?" He pleaded.
"Fine. There's a bathroom right around the corner, let's go."
"But that's a guys' bathroom!"
"We'll lock the door, no one will care. Besides, a couple's already in the girls' bathroom," You scoffed.
You dragged Sirius over to the loo and opened the door, locking it and reinforcing the door with a spell. Just in case.
"Alright Sirius. Let's get you cleaned up." You had him sit down on a bench outside the stalls as you helped him shoulder off his suit jacket. You unbuttoned the rest of his shirt, keeping your fingers away from any of the vomit. You tried to distract yourself from looking at Sirius's bare torso. Key word: tried.
Quidditch had payed off, leaving his shoulders broad and his chest sculpted. His washboard abs made your stomach feel as though it were doing gymnastics and skydiving all at once.
You gulped.
"Okay, um, do you want to... uh... wash yourself?"
"What?"
"I dunno, like... take a paper towel, water, and soap and just... wash yourself?"
"Uh... sure."
"I know you didn't touch the vomit," you assured him. "But... you don't want to smell... and you're sweaty..."
"I got it," he chuckled, standing up and walking over to the sinks. You performed a quick spell to clean up his shirt and jacket. You took a moment to compose yourself. You breathed in... then out. You also attempted to rid your head of Sirius, but the image of him shirtless seemed to be branded to the insides of you eyelids. Shit.
"Okay, Sirius. Everything's cle—" you turned around to find him only a couple inches away, his chest still damp.
"You cleaned up, right?" You managed to get out.
"Yeah. My body's wet, innit?"
You may or may not have forgotten how to breathe.
"Yeah, yeah, sorry. Um... I—"
"Kiss me," Sirius whispered huskily.
"What?" Your voice sounded strained.
"Oh, for fvck's..." he rolled his eyes, and then, all of a sudden, smashed his lips to yours. You gasped and felt his arm wrap around your waist, tugging you to him. His other hand cupped your face, his finger tracing your jawline. The shock wore off, and you finally placed your arms around his neck, only to move your hand to his bare back. His muscles tensed beneath your touch, but then relaxed slowly. His lips were rough against your own, and it took you a second to realize you were up against the wall. Sirius tasted sweet, like Firewhisky and Honeydukes. He traced the curve of your neck with his lips, but you ducked your head to catch his lips with your own. He smirked, pressing his body against your own.
"Sirius," you tried to speak, but he cut you off with another kiss, even more passionate than the first. You let him kiss you, hell, you even kissed back. You enjoyed it.
After a while, his mouth moved slower. You were less rushed. Sirius was gentler, cradling you in his arms and lightly pressing a kiss to your cheeks, your nose, then returning to your lips.
Slowly and carefully, you pulled away, gasping for air. You stayed pressed against him, your eyes closed, your foreheads and noses against each other.
"I think I'm in love with you," Sirius whispered.
You opened your eyes.
"Really?"
"Yeah." He opened his. "And I'm scared. I'm scared as hell."
"What? Why?"
"I've never been in love before."
"Well... neither have I. But there's a first time for everything," you looked at him hopefully.
"Yeah. Yeah, I... I guess there is."