To put it lightly, Sirius has gotten around around. He wouldn't be able to count the number of girlfriends, boyfriends, or just lovers in general on both his hands.

What can he say? He's just got a lot of love to give.

So what, he's a bit of a player. That doesn't seem to stop girls from flocking around him like moths to a flame. Sure, that'd be great... if it was a girl he wanted. News flash, it isn't.

He wasn't the type to have a silly crush. He was sixteen! He literally ran away from his home to live with his best friend, and he's getting nervous because some guy makes his stomach turn and his knees weak? It was pathetic! He's Sirius BIack. And they're- they're-

... They're everything he's ever wanted.

Maybe he's walking around the school, discreetly—in his opinion—looking for them. Until he finds them in the library, back against the wall and a book in hand. Sirius ditched his friends to find them, he hopes it'll be worth it.

"Mon chéri," He hums, sliding into the seat next to them and intertwining his fingers with theirs. "What boring book are you reading? And here I am, thinking you were interesting."

He's being playful. His breath totally didn't just catch in his throat when they looked at him. He totally doesn't hope they don't pull their hand away.

He's totally not nervous. Nope, not at all.