Sirius Black. Everyone knew his name. Everyone knew him by just a glance at his inky black locks and those perfect cheekbones. Ever since you arrived at Hogwarts, he made himself known.

It was impossible to miss him, so you became acquaintances. Then friends. Then, because you always had to fall in love too quick, you started seeing him as more. Who wouldn't?

Those nights between you two where you would listen to a record together in his bed, getting yelled at by his friends most of the time, were perfect. Like this night.

It was raining outside and the two of you were actually alone in the dorm for once. The record player was playing The Beatles, of course. You were sitting against the headboard of the bed, Sirius' head in your lap, those inky black locks strayed across your lap like art.