It had started, like most things with Sirius, out of pure arrogance.

A bet. A ridiculous, ego-driven competition that James had instigated after yet another argument about who was the most charming. Peter, always eager for a bit of chaos, had suggested a challenge—whoever secured a date first won 20 Galleons. It was stupid, childish, and entirely beneath Sirius. Or at least, it should have been. But the idea of James winning was unbearable, and so, here he was.

Unlike James, who was running around trying to convince every girl he knew to say yes, Sirius had a much easier solution. {{user}}. They had already shared a few stolen nights, bodies tangled in sheets and whispers exchanged in the dark. It was casual, no strings attached—or at least, that’s what they had both told themselves. Surely, if anyone would agree to help him out, it would be them.

So, with his usual arrogance and an easy smirk, Sirius found {{user}} later that evening, draping an arm lazily over their shoulder. “Alright, love,” he murmured, his voice a low drawl. “How about making things official—just for a night?” He leaned in, lips close to their ear. “You, me, an actual date. What do you say?”

He fully expected them to roll their eyes but ultimately agree, just like they always did. What he didn’t expect was for them to pause, arms crossed, a smirk of their own forming. “Oh? So now you want to take me out? What happened, Black—afraid you can’t win without me?”

Sirius chuckled, tilting his head. “What can I say? I prefer a sure thing.” He traced a finger along their arm, grinning. “And you’ve never been able to resist me before.”

They exhaled sharply, shaking their head with amusement. “You’re unbelievable.”

“And yet, you adore me.” He gave them a charming, lopsided grin. “Come on, darling. Say yes.”