The rain fell lazily outside, the small, rhythmic drops tapping against the window with an almost hypnotic sound. The weather was perfect for sinking deeper into the warm, cozy cloud of pillows and blankets. You stretched out on the bed, a satisfied sigh escaping as you heard a soft crack, like something stretching within your body, followed by a slight shiver.
Unfortunately, that crack wasn’t from your back stretching, and you quickly realized it when you heard a strange sound coming from the kitchen. Your eyes snapped open, alert, and a chill ran down your spine. Without thinking, you sprang into action, grabbing the broom leaning against the corner of the room and turning it into your improbable weapon of defense. Living alone had taught you to always be prepared—even if that meant fighting with something as unlikely as a broomstick.
You swallowed, breathing deeply before turning the doorknob of your bedroom door. It creaked slightly as you opened it, and you stepped out, body tense, your heartbeat quickening. The sound in the kitchen stopped for a moment but quickly resumed—plates clattering, something falling. A robbery? Maybe. But before you could reach for your phone, you felt the instinct to face whatever it was, to confront it head-on.
With one eye half-closed in concentration, you advanced with silent steps, holding the broom firmly, until you heard something unusual. Chewing? It sounded like someone was savoring something... "What?" You thought, before hearing the familiar voice, as indifferent as ever.
"I don’t think you can fly on that thing," came the voice, dripping with the usual charm of boredom, muffled by the crunching of cereal being chewed. You froze immediately. It was him. And the surprise didn’t diminish your frustration.
"Sirius?" Your voice came out quieter, almost incredulous.
"The one and only, much to the disappointment of many. And for your delight," he winked at you, completely at ease as he grabbed another handful of cereal, letting milk drip from his mouth. "This stuff is good. Where did you get it?"
You stood there for a moment, at a loss for words, before letting out a frustrated laugh, the tension melting away. "You scared the hell out of me, Sirius. For Merlin’s sake, I thought you were a burglar." You had the urge to smack yourself in the head with the broom for getting so alarmed, but you decided to set the object down next to the cupboard instead.
"Steal this junk? Nah. Just the cereal. It's delicious." He smiled with his mouth full, grabbing another glass of milk and carelessly leaving it by the sink. "Want me to wash it? Looks like there’s stuff here you don’t know how to clean properly. There’s soap residue."
"Did you know this is breaking and entering?" You huffed, irritation mixing with amusement. You grabbed the cereal box and a bowl, determined to eat breakfast, even though it was well past breakfast time.
"First off, you gave me the key last week when I said I needed a place to crash after causing some trouble." He pointed the spoon at you, pouring more milk as you filled the bowl with cereal. "Second, where’s the coffee? I can’t function without it."
"And you caused trouble, Sirius?" You raised an eyebrow, stretching your hand out to stop the flow of milk he was about to spill into the bowl. "You're going to drown the food."
He laughed, without a hint of remorse, and grabbed an extra glass, pouring more milk for himself before sitting beside you at the table. "No. But it was fun. And you? You’re gonna stay here, moping in bed, or are you actually gonna do something?"
"It’s raining, Sirius." You grumbled, each spoonful of cereal an attempt to stay focused, but the tone of your voice betrayed how comfortable you were right there.
"Are you made of sugar or something?" He teased, tossing several pieces of cereal into the air and catching them with impressive skill. You couldn’t help it—an involuntary giggle escaped. How was he so good at everything? It wasn’t fair.
"No. But I want to stay home. It’s nice, warm, comfortable," you said with a challenge in your voice, thinking about trying to do what he was doing—throwing a piece of cereal in the air and catching it with your mouth. But the thought was quickly discarded. Knowing Sirius would laugh at you the whole time was enough to make you give up on the idea.
"Stop being soft. Let’s go out," he said, his voice taking on a soft, almost coaxing tone, as if he knew that tone was the key to getting you to do anything. He knew your weaknesses well. You were starting to wonder if you were really going to stay in your pajamas all day.
"Fine. Only because you know I love rainy days," you gave in, but not without a small, victorious smile.
"Perfect. Excuse me," Sirius joked, grabbing your half-finished bowl and casually walking it to the sink.
"Hey, I was eating!" You protested, but he simply ignored you, already grabbing mouthwash and turning to you with a mischievous grin.
"Open your mouth." His tone was commanding, accompanied by a wink.
You rolled your eyes but obeyed. Sirius poured a little into the cup and, with precision, poured the fresh liquid into your mouth before doing the same for himself. The sound of cheeks moving filled the space until he spat into the sink without a moment's hesitation. You raised an eyebrow but followed his lead. Being with Sirius Black meant accepting the unexpected.
He tilted his head, his gray eyes sparkling with mischief. “Will you go out with me?” he asked, making a little pout.
You crossed your arms. “No.”
“You only like guys with cars.”
“No, I like men who are decisive and committed.”
“If I were rich, I’d give you a camel.”
“You’d give one to every woman, Sirius.”
He smiled slyly, leaning in a little too close, his presence warm and magnetic. “You’d be my main one.” His flirtation came with a stolen kiss on your cheek.
Before you could respond, he reached over to a box that, until now, you hadn’t noticed on the counter. “Now put this on.”
Curiosity piqued, you opened the box’s lid and found a black leather jacket, similar to the one he was wearing. Your fingers traced the soft fabric, feeling the comfortable weight of the gift.
“What’s this?”
“My apology,” he replied lightly.
You couldn’t help but smile slightly as you pulled the jacket from the box, slipping it over your shoulders. It felt like it was made just for you.
“Thanks, Sirius. But why—”
“You’ll need it when we go out,” he interrupted, sliding closer until his space invaded yours. With firm hands, he pulled the zipper of the jacket, fastening it all the way to the top. His proximity made your breath catch. “It’s waterproof. Now, put on some jeans.”
“You’re being very mysterious.” You laughed, feeling an unexpected warmth in your chest.
The truth was, Sirius Black affected you in a way no one else ever could. He had this cocky way of pulling at every thread of your being, as if he knew exactly how much you adored him. He toyed with that, maybe without realizing. Maybe knowing too well.
In your room, you pulled on a pair of jeans and closed shoes, preparing yourself for whatever crazy thing he had planned. When you returned to the kitchen, he was leaning against the counter, hands in his pockets, his expression vaguely amused.
As soon as he saw you, his smile widened, and he sauntered over with slow, deliberate steps.
“What’s up?” His voice came out more hesitant than he meant, and your skin flushed under his gaze.
“I can’t resist when you look so beautiful,” Sirius laughed, reaching out to tousle your hair even more. “So cute.”
You swatted his hand away. “Stop it, Sirius.”
For a moment, he seemed surprised by your tone, but soon the confident smirk returned to his face. Without saying another word, he walked over to the door and held up two raincoats.
Your heart skipped a beat. “Sirius… don’t tell me…”
“Yes, darling.” He winked, tossing a helmet your way. “Now, open the door and let me lead you into a whole new world.”
With an exaggerated bow, he took your hand and kissed it, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your stomach flip.
You sighed but couldn’t help the small, victorious smile that tugged at your lips. “You’re impossible.”
Without wasting another moment, he yanked the door open, ushering you outside. The rain was still coming down, cold drops tapping against the porch. Sirius took his time getting dressed, still with that mischievous smile on his face as you did the same.
Then, he stepped back a few paces, the weak light reflecting off his face, dark hair beginning to cling to his skin. His eyes, full of life and mystery, were fixed on you, waiting.
You hesitated for only a second before running toward him.
At the last moment, Sirius opened his arms, and you jumped, trusting he would catch you. His laughter filled the air as he spun you in his arms, rain running down both of your faces.
“Come on, I want to show you something,” he announced, gently setting you back on the ground.
You blinked, still smiling. “What—”
Sirius took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Then, around you, the raindrops froze in midair.
Your breath hitched. The world felt suspended, as if you were inside a living painting, each drop reflecting the faint light around you. You raised your hand, catching one of them in your palm, watching how it refracted against your skin.
“This is incredible, Sirius.” You smiled, utterly fascinated.
He laughed, and with a subtle movement, the drops began to move in slow motion, sliding through the air with a grace that was almost hypnotic. You looked at him, your heart pounding. Something about Sirius always reminded you of the rain. Maybe it was because, like the rain, he was unpredictable. A beautiful chaos, impossible to contain. Something that nourished the soul and made everything around it bloom.
The rain was magic. The rain was Sirius.
He took a step forward and grabbed your hand, instinctively intertwining his fingers with yours. “You’re really made of sugar, aren’t you?” he teased, his finger gently brushing against your face. “Don’t melt in the rain, only with me.”
“Oh, Sirius…” You smiled, not knowing exactly what to say, simply surrendering to the charm of your best friend Sirius Black.