Little Things ✧* Sirius Black | SMUT

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"WHERE WERE YOU ALL DAY?" Sirius asked Hazel. He was out and saw Vincent at the Great Hall instead of being at Hogsmeade where Hazel and him were supposed to be having their date.

Sirius had assumed that he blew her off, so he went up to him and started going on and on about how Vincent didn't deserve her, and how he should never have stood Hazel up in the first place.

After being berated by Sirius, it was only then did Vincent reveal that Hazel had taken a rain check on their date.

Blushing profusely, he decided to wait for her at their dorms. He was mad, he had just embarrassed himself in front of the whole school. He was sitting patiently, rehearsing his lecture about his whole day until he saw Hazel's tired demeanour.

The girl plopped beside him on their tattered couch, and took a swig from her water bottle.

Though the pungent odour could only hint that fire whiskey was what was inside the container.

"Are you drunk?" He finally asked.

"Of course not! I'm just tipsy." She giggled, taking another drink.

"Well, enough of that. You're going to hate yourself tomorrow if you keep drinking."

"No! Leave me alone!" She pouted, lifting the bottle away from the curly haired boy.

"What's going on? Why're you drinking?"

"Regulus is missing!" She slurred.

"What about it?" He asked.

He felt a sharp pang of pain from his palms, and his chest felt considerably tighter than before. He brushed it off and assumed it was because of the rather humid atmosphere.

"Shhhh, it's a secret!" She giggled.

"Tell me," He pressed on.

She put up her finger and placed it on his mouth, her own opening and closing at the thought of telling him what Professor Slughorn told her.

It would crush him.

Hazel then chose that moment to pass out on top of the boy, involuntarily choosing to keep quiet instead of letting him in on her secret.

Sirius groaned, rolling his eyes before taking away the Hazel's bottle and carrying her to her room.

Plopping her down on her bed and tucking the girl in her covers under her flowery duvet, she quickly perked up.

"Wait, Siri!"

"Siri?"

"Yeah, Siri. Can you please grab me my pyjamas?" She begged.

"Oh, I don't think that's a good idea—"

"What are you talking about? It's a wonderful idea! Please, I don't want to sleep in my trousers." Hazel whined.

"Fine, where are they?"

"At the top drawer of my dresser." She grinned, her eyes fluttering while she pointed at a wooden dresser at the corner of her room.