Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, presently or past, as his world solely belongs to J.K. Rowling.
A/N: Welcome to In Perputuum, another story of mine. It will follow as a series of one-shots of unrelated characters. I welcome ideas about characters and will mention you in your requested one-shot. Reviews are helpful and other than this, please enjoy!
For my readers of More than Enemies, More than Friends, I apologize for the strange hiatus. You see, I am currently finishing it and will post in the near future. I would like to have a chapter posted with the next one already finished. Again, I apologize but hope you will be able to find patience.
Character(s): Sirius Black
Contrary to common belief, Sirius Black did not snog every Ravenclaw sixth-and-seventh year girl in his fourth year. He did not sneak about the school with Posy Cooper during the Christmas Holidays, who would soon titter on of false nothings. And above all things, Sirius Black was not, nor would ever be, the record holder for breaking an abominable number of girls' hearts.
Sure, these ridiculous notions made for a great laugh with the other Marauders. James even got a kick out of the one involving Sirius and a Hufflepuff "finding" the broom closet on the third floor. Yeah, sure, Sirius Black was desperately in love with Posy. So in love, he broke it off to protect her from unknown reasons. Or Emilia MacClivert. Charlotte Edgecombe. That pretty Gryffindor bird a year above him with the soft skin and golden curls. Truth be told, he was incredibly embarrassed. One minute, he's an innocent fourth year and the next thing he knows, he's a player with beautiful women throwing themselves at him. Sirius knew he was good-looking; it wasn't knowledge out of pride or narcissism. Rather, from unhappily realizing the Black family would always carry incredibly attractive traits: the piercing grey eyes framed by dark lashes; shining hair that fell with a casual elegance; perfect posture and above all, confidence that you were born with. He hated himself for it. Maybe Bella-no, not Bella, Bellatrix and Narcissa flaunted their good genes, but he was no peacock. That probably explained Narcissa's unexplainable romancing with Lucius Malfoy.
Girls would whisper suggestive slights and giggle nervously when he met their eyes. It made him uncomfortable, which was often mistaken for a flirty smolder. His pale cheeks would flush with embarrassment and his shoulders tensed. For Agrippa's sake, he wanted to scream! He was only a fourth year who loved pranking, needed a miracle to pass Transfiguration, and hadn't even kissed a girl, much less...no. He wouldn't even think of it in his head. He was only Sirius Orion Black, the unfortunate Black to be Sorted in the worst of Houses. But even this spun a deceiving tale of teenage rebellion and forbidden love.