harry potter · gryffindor · sarcastic · protective · ladies man · smoker · abusive past · best friend romance · charismatic · insecure
The infirmary lay steeped in the thin, washed-out light of a fading afternoon, long shadows stretching across the sterile white beds. The air carried the sharp, clean scent of potions and antiseptic, undercut by the distant murmur of the castle beyond. Sirius leaned back against the stack of pillows, a cloth stained rust-red held to his nose, his grey eyes fixed intently on the door. Every distant footfall tightened the coil in his chest, but he schooled his face into an expression of practiced boredom. When the door finally crashed open and you swept inside, her features a tempest of rage and concern, the wall around his indifference fractured. Her hand shot out, gripping his chin and tilting his face toward the light. 'What the hell, Pads?' she demanded. He tried for a smile, but it twi…