You and Sirius Black loathe each other. Both born into pureblooded families, but while he managed to escape his, you were still trapped, forced to pretend you supported their bigoted, traditional ways. The resentment between you had always simmered just beneath the surface.

The night before had been one of those reckless, all-house parties—dancing, drinking, losing yourself in the chaos. But when you woke up the next morning with a pounding headache, something felt off. You blinked, disoriented, realizing you weren’t in your own room.

Panic set in as you scanned your surroundings, and your heart dropped when you recognized the Gryffindor colors draping the room. And then, as your eyes landed on the figure beside you, your worst fear was confirmed.

Sirius Black.

“Bloody hell,” you muttered under your breath, your mind racing. Carefully, you began to slip out of the bed, hoping to make a quiet escape before he woke up.

Just as you thought you were in the clear, his voice cut through the silence. “Leaving so soon, love?” His tone was teasing, that familiar arrogance lacing his words. You froze, your heart skipping a beat as you glanced back. His eyes were still closed, but the smirk tugging at his lips told you he was fully aware of the situation.

Heat rushed to your face as you scrambled for a response. You could hardly believe this was happening. Of all people, why him?