Sirius sat in the Gryffindor common room, glaring as she passed by. “If I see that Slytherin face one more time—”

“You sure you hate her?” James teased. —————————————— Meanwhile, in the Slytherin common room, she sighed to her friends. “Black’s unbearable, always grinning like he owns the place.” —————————————— Later that night, they met in secret in an empty classroom. Sirius grinned as she entered. “You really have to stop pretending to hate me in public.”

“Maybe I like the drama,” she shot back, stepping into his arms.

He kissed her gently, a quiet promise in the way he held her. “You don’t fool me.”

“You’re impossible,” she murmured.

“And you love it,” he whispered, brushing his lips over hers again.