For Maddie…I hope she still ships this.

iii. PetuniaSirius

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Petunia Evans: she's the girl that you would never expect to find at a magical wedding, the girl who ought to be sitting in her Muggle home doing Muggle things because, frankly, she hates magic and anything associated with it.

Yet she's here, dressed in her best outfit attending a magical wedding because her sister, Lily, is a witch, you know? She's been a witch for years now, something Petunia has always resented – and this is what caused her hatred of the wizarding world…because she isn't part of it.

"Hello, hot stuff," a voice startles her by saying this, his tone appreciative and downright approving as she turns to see him looking her up and down. Her cheeks fill with colour as she stares right back at him, noticing his slightly dishevelled appearance and his long, scraggy hair.

"My name is Petunia, not 'hot stuff'," she even completes this with air quotes because she's quite the cheeky madam at merely twenty one, most certainly not someone to allow such a thing to be said to her.

He rolls his eyes but continues to grin. "I like 'em feisty," he says in response, and yet she can't help but find him charming. Vulgar, naturally, and stereotypical, yet charming nonetheless. "Hello, Petunia, I am Sirius Black. Is that boring introduction good enough for you?" he's heavy on the sarcasm now, something she relishes because it gives her a chance to sharpen her own tongue.

(After all, this Petunia is young and carefree, and verbally abusing wizards is a speciality of her's.)

"No, that's still too wizarding," her tone turns slightly bitter as her mouth twists around the word 'wizarding', due to her hatred of everything to do with it.

He can tell instantly who she is just from her reaction, even though he already knew: she's the magic hating sister of his best friend's bride, the one who shares her sister's looks, yet just not her personality.

His easy grin stays on his face, a new twinkle in his eyes as he steps towards her. "That's not a problem, m'dear, because we can do whatever you want," he plays to her seductive side. "And if that doesn't include talking, so be it."

She rolls her eyes this time, yet can't help but smile. "Come on then, I'll let you take me to my seat," she concedes, wondering if perhaps she could be with him.

(Surely not, eh?)

…

The ceremony is over faster than she thought it would be and now it's time for dancing, for food and drink, something which should be awkward since she knows precisely five people, of which one is the bride, two are her parents and one is the disgusting prat she is now related to.

The fifth one, however, is the charming Sirius Black, whose comments continue to make her grit her teeth, but at least he's different. With him, she gets the feeling that discussing the wedding isn't going to be an issue, as he doesn't seem to care, merely pouring shots of some brown liquid down his neck.

She'll be able to get away from "oh doesn't Lily look pretty?" and "isn't this just beautiful?" for a few minutes, just spend time with someone who looks like the rebel of the group, the one with long hair and a twinkle that gives her the impression that he's a ladies' man.

"Oh look, hot stuff – sorry, Petunia – is back," he grins as he sees her approaching, handing her a drink as soon as she sits down.

"Evidently, unless you think I'm just coming over here to sit down because there are no other seats available," she says, her tone heavily laden with sarcasm as she gestures to the seated area near devoid of people.

"Good one, Petunia, good one," he concedes this to her, downing his drink in one and watching it slowly refill as she takes a sip of hers.

And then another.

And then another.

(For the first time in her life, she's thankful for the existence of magic because it gets her drunk a whole lot faster than if she had to go find a drink herself.)

…

Her words begin to slur as she speaks more and more, faster and faster, letting go of the hard-edged bitch façade she shows the world because she's hurting on the inside about being excluded from all this.

(He's not as drunk as he's making out to be, so he can remember her kisses when she kisses him. As he knows she will.)

"Come with me," she mutters, tottering on her heels as she stands and grabs his hand, not taking no for an answer as she begins to pull. Sirius can't help but go with her, even if merely to stop herself from coming into harm's way as she sways through the path of a monster dancing couple.

He finds her pulling him into the secluded back bit of the forest, where trees are everywhere, one of which she's suddenly being pushed against by him. His lips meet hers with a crush, neither of them instigating the kiss themselves, a hazy state of mind fuelled by excess alcohol on both sides.

(But at least he'll remember.)

Her arms wrap around his neck as his hands go to her waist, pushing her hips into his body as her torso rests further against the tree. It's hot and steamy as she, a wizard hater, relinquishes all hold on her ideals and beliefs, just sees the beauty of the man before her.

As he is handsome, she's always been able to admit that.

…

Things end after a few minutes, Petunia being called upon by her parents to wave perfect Lily off, and the haze seems to disappear…and her hatred for witchcraft returns.

"Get off me," she mutters, fixing the sleeves of her dress with a shaking hand as she walks back to the party. "Forget this ever happened, Black, as it means nothing."

The only thing he gets from this is that she remembers his name.

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