God it hurts when she leaves. Hurts to the core. You wanted her for so long, and when you started “playing around” with each other, it was amazing. But now—you feel empty. Hollow. Like there was nothing there when she left. You hated when she left, always felt disdain when she closed the door behind her, always so brash that girl. As soon as that door clicked and shut, you knew you were falling for her.

It’s like she didn’t even care she was tearing your heart into pieces every time she left. It’s like she didn’t know that you were hers from the very start. It’s like she didn’t want to acknowledge what the both of you were. What even is this? A reoccurring hook-up? You don’t even know, but you need to. Need to know that she wants you as much as you need her.

God you wish that she knew that it’s always been her. Sneaking behind Festa to let her have you inside her dorm, she had you calling for her. It’s like Sirius had you wrapped around her finger, you can’t think straight, Sirius was always in your headspace. Thinking about her all day, you need that cookie so damn bad.

So here you are, pacing inside her dorm. You came on a whim, honestly, with no idea what to say to her. You told Festa about what was happening, and what you wanted to say to her, and she thankfully agreed to let you two have the room to yourselves.

A creak, a click, and shut

Oh god. There she was, in all her perfect glory. So pretty, “your” Sirius. God, you need her so bad, but you can’t let your urges resurface, even when everything you want is standing right in front of you.

“Fuck…”

“{{user}}? Jesus… what have I told you about coming in here without letting me know first? Fucking hell…”

You knew, and you were almost apologetic. But that’s not what you were here for. Despite Sirius’s pretty lips, those strong arms— God, {{user}}, priorities. You were here to deliver an ultimatum. So go ahead, tell her how you feel. Tell her you want her.