A/N: So, this story might not make sense whatsoever. This drabble is meant to be a sneak peek of sorts into a story that I'm planning involving Sirius and an OC. It's short and sweet, and it doesn't name the character by name or looks, so feel free to take it however you like. I hope you like it!
Feedback is much appreciated.
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own any of the Harry Potter universe, including Sirius Black, Myron Wagtail, or the Weird Sisters. I only own the OC, but she isn't named.
She loved it when it rained.
He liked to joke that it was because of how calm and serene it was. Just like her.
She said it was because it's water, and she liked water. It was as simple as that.
And when it would rain, she absolutely adored sitting at the window and watching it fall. She liked it even more if he sat with her.
Sirius never liked the rain (it was so dreary and what on earth could you do while it was happening?), but he liked the calm, happy look that took over her face when it did. So he sat with her, but he didn't watch the rain. He watched her, and he was perfectly content with that.
Sometimes she'd catch him, and she'd say with a gentle smack, "You creep. Watching me isn't the point here."
"I like looking at you, though," he'd pout.
"And I like looking at Myron Wagtail, but I don't do that all the time."
(Afterwards, he'd went and thrown out all the Weird Sisters albums she owned. He'd gladly listen to Celestina Warbeck now.)
There was this Muggle nursery rhyme she used to sing involving the rain, but when he tried singing it, it was apparently an abomination.
(He'd catch her smile though, and knew she secretly enjoyed it.)
And perhaps he could deal with the rain if it meant more of the forts they'd sometimes build. She'd call him a child when he grabbed one of the numerous blankets and tied it like a cape. He called her his damsel in distress and carried her off into the castle (blankets) which mostly shut her up.
He never, never went out into it though. He didn't fancy the thought of water soaking him to the bone, shivering, or getting a cold after it was over. No, he preferred inside where it was nice and toasty and dry.
But one day, while it was sprinkling she came at him wearing a raincoat and boots and a pleading smile that screamed trouble.
How could he resist that?
(He tried. It never worked.)
So he shrugged on a coat and slipped his shoes on and he stepped out into the water for the first time in forever.
At first it wasn't bad.
At first it was sprinkling.
Then the sky opened at it absolutely poured.
And he knew it was a bad idea all along and he was probably going to get sick and he was already so cold and -
And she was laughing.
He glanced up to see her spinning around gleefully, trumping around in the puddles like a child. His heart stopped.
Merlin, she was beautiful.
When she finally faced him, her hair clung to her neck and her eyes were bright and he swore he couldn't breathe anymore. He probably looked stupid, but he didn't care.
She walked towards him. He blinked.
"I'm wet," he said.
"Sorry," she told him, but she didn't sound like she was.
"We're going to get sick."
"Probably," she agreed. Then she reached up and tugged his face down to hers.
They stood there for what seemed like forever just kissing. His skin was cold, but his body felt warm with her pressed against him.
The next day he had a sore throat and the sniffles.
She was right there with that intoxicating grin to nurse him back to health.
"I'm never going in the rain again," he said.
"I love you, too," she responded.
Maybe the rain wasn't so bad.