FAMILY ISSUES
"Oh Sirius..." you mourn for your close friend as a creeping guilt climbs into your chest and snares your heart. The squeeze around your heart pauses your breath only to release it shakily, "I'm so sorry," with your soft hands, you reach up to hold his face gently but he still doesn't meet your eyes. It makes your heart break but you don't know that it isn't because he's upset by your pressure for answers. He was behaving oddly, after all; it wasn't unwarranted.
No, it's not that; he's ashamed. You, out of all people, didn't need to know about his situation at home. Sirius doesn't think he'll be able to stomach ever looking you in the eyes again, scared of what he'll see reflected in them.
Why can't his family stop tormenting him even at Hogwarts, where he's supposed to be free? Free with the Marauders, free with you...
"You have nothing to be sorry for..." he finally speaks, voice exhausted and lacking his usual playfulness.
"I'm sorry I made you tell me something you weren't ready to share!" you insist on apologising. Maybe for your own selfish reason to make him understand that you were mistaken and that you would take it back if you could. Or something else entirely. There are many reasons for why you're apologising but the words seem to escape you. From your racing mind, hammering heart and overwhelming worry, it was hard to narrow things down, think coherently and voice your thoughts rationally.
So lost in your distress over his predicament and figuring out what to say next, just so you could comfort him properly, you didn't see that he recognises your worry and anger. You were too overwhelmed by concern over his current state. Just from that, he was able to understand that him and his well-being is all that mattered to you. It makes a smile tug at his lips, from both relief and gratitude. He pulls you close by the waist and buries his face into your hair.
"Hug me," he whispers and you instantly do as he says, wrapping your arms around him and giving him a big squeeze, "play with my hair..." he refers to what you always do when everyone relaxes by the common room fireplace before curfew; without a word, you do as he says, "compliment me,"
"You're a great friend, Siri..." he smiles into your hair, hearing full confidence in your voice and adores that you always flatter him on non-superficial aspects.
"Embrasse-moi," he sneakily requests in french, knowing full well that you wouldn't understand.
"What was that?" you whisper, pulling back to look up at him with an adorable tilt of your head. He doesn't say a word and, instead, captures your lips in a sweet sweet kiss.