Written for the Headcannon Boot Camp Challenge on HPFFC!
Pairing: Blackinnon.
Prompt used: 18. I love you!
Note: None are in order, they are simply just random drabbles on their lives.
DISCLAIMER: Nopey, nope. Not mine. To the goddess, JKR!
Warning: Child!Blackinnon. Bonding. It's apparently a thing here.
- Also, thanks to the Pokemon cards. My muse for this. Good on'ya! (Yes, I've used 'twerp' in this. I had to.)
I love you.
"You're that Black kid, aren't you?"
It's a bossy tone that makes him look up from where he was sorting through the nice collection of Quidditch cards he was getting. He thought the cards were the best – as most twelve year old boys do – and he got to eat the candy from the packaging.
He was in the middle of having a rather serious talk with Remus about just how his cards are better and 'you twat, Ireland will flatten Turkey next year!'
But the bossy tone made him turn away from what would become a heated discussion of Quidditch, and to the blonde in the doorway. She's twelve too, he recognises her from last year. Same year, same house. Even some of the same friends.
Speaking of same friends... – Sirius makes sure to give the James that's trying to hide behind the much smaller girl and the sliding door she was holding open. Peter looks up from where he was engrossed in the Potions book he was reading and even dares to squeak a greeting.
"Mornin' Marlene! Nice holiday?"
Sirius finds that Peter's pleasant smile and simple question worked much better than his cold glare. Because the Ice Queen actually melts for a second and beams at him. "I had a great time, Pete! And yourself?"
He knows these two could go on for ages, and she'd even ring Remus and James into it. So he cuts it short. "I am Sirius Black. What do you want?"
He was brave, and quite the idiot, and he was of the age where being scared of a girl was for pansies. So he pretended the sharpness of her eyes didn't cut him through, and he straightened up in his position. Which was quite hard, considering he was sitting on the ground with his feet up on the seat beside Remus, his back on the one beside Peter.
"Marlene McKinnon."
He blinks a few times to register that; no, she hadn't killed him. And yes, she was now smiling at him. She even took a seat beside Remus, keeping Sirius' feet between them. Even though the black haired boy dropped them to the ground as soon as she sat down.
"You're the twerp I heard boasting about Quidditch Cards," Marlene sniffed, her small nose tilted into the air. A direct giveaway of her pureblood heritage. But the cheeky grin that crossed her face was most certainly not such a lady like thing, and neither was pulling an impressive deck of Quidditch cards from her pocket.
"James thought you'd be interested."
"I love you." Unsure if he's uttered it to this girl, the deck or to his best friend who was apparently old friends with this girl, he looked like a dog on a leash, waiting to be unleashed so he could pounce upon the cards.
"I want them all back, as spiffy as they are now," Marlene apparently had a lot more trust than Sirius did in strangers, because she tenderly dropped the pile on one of his out waiting hands.
Twelve year old Marlene was going to grow up as one of the most well known girls in Hogwarts History, that was positive from the way she leaned back with a grin, watching Peter, Remus, James and Sirius indulge themselves on the hidden treasure that is Quidditch Cards.
End.
Author's notes:
Puke. That was so.. odd. No sure how much Blackinnon this is, or how relevant, but that's the first time he'll say 'I love you' to her, and the first time they got to know each other more than 'Ice Queen' and 'Black.' Tadaaa. Relevance = None. Take the double update.
I've got a sudden muse for this, too. So hopefully more updates soon. If not, then life caught up with me.
I promise, the next one will be more mushy. We all need some fluffy Blackinnon.
9/50
