Closer to you - Sirius Black x Reader

Closer to you

You were currently walking down a corridor. It was quiet. Too quiet, to be exact. 'Those boys' you thought. They were up to something. And that usually meant two things; either a prank or teasing you. You may be friends with the infamous Marauders but you were the shy one. You were a Hufflepuff, after all. Of course, you went all crazy if someone hurt them. They were your brothers. Even if you wished differently about one of them. You had accepted the fact that you had feelings for Sirius. And that they weren't siblings-friendly.
You had almost perfected the way you would act around him. Not too close, not too far away. Not too blushy, not too indifferent. At least you tried-and it seemed to work. Until three boys kicked their arses in. Somehow, even when Sirius wasn't aware, they knew. And they wouldn't let you hear the end of it.
You actually felt nostalgic for those days, when they would just tease you. They took it to the next level. And something warned you that they wouldn't stop.
You were too lost in your mind, too distracted to really pay attention to your surroundings. Huge mistake!
You felt a strong hold pushing you to your right-you had to blink a few times to realize what happened. Before you could even protest, you were inside the broom cupboard and the door was already closed behind you. Great. You sighed loudly.
"Y/N? Is that you?" You froze and you felt your eyes grow wide. Of course! They were so stupid! Trying to set you up with him?! Because, who needs their heart or dignity? Thankfully, it was dark inside that cupboard and your blush wasn't visible.
"Hello, Sirius". 'What poor excuses of friends' you thought but secretly you were living for those moments. Your heart would beat faster or even skip some beats; your pulse would accelerate too fast; your temperature would rise a bit. Your mind would shut down; your breath would be stuck in the back of your throat. You would never feel more alive.
All of the sudden, you felt him and you understood how small that damn cupboard was. You felt the heat radiating from his body. You could even feel his smirk- 'he had to be a bit uncomfortable' you tried to reason, but who were you kidding? He loved physical contact and making other people feel really awkward by his presence alone... or even turned on.
"Hello to you too. If I knew it would be you, I would have locked myself in here, willingly" he said seductively. He was way too close. You moved just a bit to avoid his hands or his torso-oh, that torso... those wide shoulders, those abs and that back of his... You were thinking of other stuff as well.
You blushed and even in the dark, it was very distinctive. You heard him chuckle. You finally looked him in the eyes. Maybe you shouldn't have. 'Okay, okay, stop it!' you commanded your brain.
"Can we please get out of here?" you asked softly, not trusting your voice. It was the fifth time something like this had happened. This week. You couldn't possibly count the total.

They were impossible. That moment you didn't even know why you were friends with them.
"I dare you to lock yourself in our dorm. With Sirius" James said with a cocky smirk. You blushed madly, trying to think of something that could help you. Anything, really.
You carefully landed your glance at him. He looked a bit pale. Like he was... uncomfortable? Was it even possible? You had agreed to play this stupid game, only because Lily had talked you into it. You had never agreed to this. Being forced to do something like that.
"Prongs, don't make her do something she doesn't want" Sirius said casually but you swore you could hear his voice break a little. Did he... could he?
"Besides, it's Remus you should lock her with" he continued like nothing was wrong. Your insides were twisting. Your stomach hurt and your heart had dropped to the floor. Of course, he didn't like you. But to think that you liked Remus? That was way too much.
"Are you jealous Padfoot?" James asked teasingly. Come to think of it, he did sound jealous. But it couldn't possibly be because he liked you, right?
Before someone could say or do something even worse, you sat up and murmured an incoherent excuse, whispering a good night and left. You really didn't need this.