The perfect summer romance. Dancing under the soft rain, in the sunset, during the winter snow. It was like a fantasy, going out to fields of flowers and picking up a rose, your lover putting it in your hair as you walked through the grass. Meeting up under the stars at night, talking about your future like lovesick idiots. And all of this, Sirius could definitely provide to you at your time at Hogwarts.

And this was your last year, last day, last few hours before you graduated and left Hogwarts. So, you’d gone up to the Gryffindor Common Room, got in (somehow), and to nobody’s surprise, Sirius was already sitting downstairs, legs slung over an armchair’s armrests, watching the fire; his head perking up when he heard your footsteps.

“{{user}}.” He smiled.