Bedlam and Broomsticks
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Bubbles and Nutella
"What happened?" Sirius asked flatly, surveying the bubbles and soap all over Izzy's dress and hair.
"Well, I may have used a little too much detergent," Izzy admitted, smoothing the suds off of her hair and making a face.
"May have?" Sirius said as he pushed past her gently to get to the little cupboard/small room where their washing machine sat.
"Sorry," Izzy said as they approached the scene.
The washer was shaking in one corner, bubbles spewing out of it endlessly, into the room and spilling out into the corridor. "Shit." Sirius cursed. He looked at the washer shaking wildly in the corner. "We have to turn it off."
"I'll do it," Izzy sighed, wading into the knee deep soap suds.
"Hey, why do you get to play in the bubbles?" Sirius protested, jumping in.
Izzy rolled her eyes as she flicked off the machine and Sirius laughed, flicking some soap suds her way.
"I changed my mind, wifey sucks at laundry," Sirius commented.
"Hey!" Izzy protested, throwing bubbles at him laughingly.
"Well, my T-shirt's ruined."
"Yeah, sorry about that."
"I have plenty more!" He stated. "Or I could just walk around shirtless."
"You could," Izzy said thoughtfully, trailing her hands through the bubbles near her legs.
Sirius grinned at her as he fished his T-shirt out of the washer. "We could clean up later and have fun now."
His eyes sparkled and Izzy could almost believe he didn't mean just throwing bubbles at each other. But she grinned back and flicked her fingers at him, bubbles flying gracefully through the air to land on his face.
"You are so dead."
"Don't threaten me Sirius Black," she giggled as he threw more water and bubbles at her, taking two giant steps and grabbing her with one arm around her waist, the other making it rain bubbles on her head.
"This is my favourite dress!"
"Well, that was my favourite T-shirt!"
"It was white. I'm sure you have a billion!"
"Sentimental value."
"Sentimental value my left nostril!"
"What did you just sa-?"
But before Sirius could finish his sentence, his foot caught on the washer, and his other leg couldn't hol him up in the slippery mess, he slid to the floor and into the corner, Izzy being dragged with him.
"Ow."
"Don't say anything." Sirius said quietly.
"Clumsy son of a-"
"Don't." He repeated. Sirius and Izzy looked up. Where they'd slid, the bubbles were paramount, and they formed a wall around them, a small spot of light entering above their heads. "Doesn't it feel like we're in our own little world?"
"Kinda."
"A world where maybe I could kiss you."
"Kiss me?" Izzy's eyes widened.
"I was thinking about it," Sirius admitted sheepishly, string at her pink lips, mouth open in surprise.
Izzy smiled. "Don't think boy, do."
"Really?"
"Sirius, if we discuss the kiss for much longer before it happens, I might not want to kiss you anymore, because you know, I'll be on my deathbed."
"I'm not taking that long," Sirius protested as he cupped Izzy's face in his hand, leaning forward. He blew the bubbles off her eyelashes, and stared into those deep blue eyes of hers, the ones that made him want to never leave her side, her brown dark hair was wet and heavy, pushed messily off her face. When he was so close that their lips almost touched, he could see a light dusting of freckles across her nose, and the small crease between her eyebrows that never went away. She stared straight back at him, and as his lips touched hers, this time it was different.
It wasn't like when they had been fake dating and fake kissed. This was the real stuff, and Sirius was actually feeling something real, which was new, even with all his past snogs included. The whole world died around them; no traffic sounds, nothing. The soap suds and bubbles had encased them on their own little planet, and Sirius wished that they would never have to leave.
He gently ran a hand through her hair, cupping the back of her neck with his big hand, marvelling at how delicate she felt beside him, legs and arms pressed together, lips gently moulding to his. When they broke apart, Izzy just stared at him. She caught her breath, and quietly laughed. "I now officially understanding why you have a fan club."
Sirius tucked her under his arm, and fiddled with the soap suds at his side. "Yeah?"
"That was –"
"Amazing, best kiss of your life?"
"Until you spoke," Izzy joked lightly. She pecked him gently on the lips and he caught her face in his hands.
"Iz?"
"Yeah," she felt breathless again. Damn Sirius!
"Thanks."
"For what?"
"Best kiss of my fucking life."
Izzy blushed. "Sirius, do you have to be so obscene?"
"It's true. Who knew you got all prudey when someone compliments you? Oh wait-"
"Don't make a virgin joke, please!"
"I wasn't going to!"
"You were!"
"Were not!"
"Were too!"
Sirius leant over and kissed her passionately, leaning her up against the washing machine. He grinned as he pulled away from her, hands steadying himself on the slippery floor.
Izzy gasped. "I foresee our arguments being resolved much quicker in the future."
After they'd mopped the floor and gotten rid of the mess, Sirius collapsed on the couch, turning on Bewitched, which he was now obsessed with, and Izzy stood at the door, feeling awkward.
"Um, 'night Sirius."
"Night love," he smiled at her, and Izzy felt the warm feeling in her stomach as she headed down the hallway.
"Oi!"
"What?" Izzy turned to see Sirius jogging towards her.
"No goodnight kiss?"
"Sorry," Izzy said, standing on tip toes with her hands on Sirius' chest, kissing him softly.
"Good night Iz."
"Night Sirius. Who knew you were capable of being such a cute bastard?" She asked, almost to herself as she shut the door to her room.
"I didn't," Sirius muttered as he went back to Samantha the witch and her absolute dolt of a husband, Darren.
He lay on the couch for ages, contemplating his next move. He'd managed to kiss her, but he wanted to ask her out. He wanted them to be; Izzy Flynn, Girlfriend and Sirius Black, Boyfriend. He just had to work up the courage to do so. "Come on," he told himself. "If James can ask out Lily and get rejected for seven years, I can ask Izzy out once."
The next morning, Izzy lay in for a while, and Sirius got up early, quietly creeping out to the kitchen and looking in the cupboards. "Shit." His plan had been to make Izzy breakfast, but there was nothing in the cupboard except bread and some weird spread, called "Nutella."
Sirius shrugged. Breakfast was breakfast, right? He popped the toast down and began making coffee. After he'd made his amazing gourmet breakfast, he tapped on Izzy's door with his foot, hands full.
"Yeah," she croaked.
Sirius shouldered the door open. "Good morning, sleepy head."
"You made me breakfast?"
"Yeah. It was a bit of a fail, we only have toast, and Nutella."
"I love Nutella!" Izzy exclaimed as Sirius sat next to her on the double bed and handed her a piece of toast and a cup of coffee. "Thanks."
"It's so random, we have nothing but bread and Nutella. Why Nutella?"
Izzy ducked her head. "I'm addicted. I keep it in the dorms at school and I may have brought it with me."
"No way!" Sirius said. "Is it that good?"
Izzy nodded as she took a bite. "Yes. It will change your life."
Sirius took a massive bite of the piece of toast that she handed him and closed his eyes. "Fuck. That is the best thing I've ever tasted. You were not kidding."
"No I wasn't," Izzy said, laughing as she wiped Nutella off Sirius' mouth.
"It's amazing." He continued.
"But super fattening. That's why I run and play Quidditch. If I didn't you'd have to roll me to classes. That's how much Nutella weight I would have on me."
"Ha ha," Sirius smiled at her, and Izzy smiled back. It was kind of nice, this being nice to each other and just chilling.
They looked at the information pack, and they had nothing to do that day, as their work experience started the next day. So, they stayed in their pyjamas and chilled on the couch, eating Nutella out of the jar.
After they'd been making out for a while when Bewitched got boring, Izzy sat back. "Sirius, what are we?"
"What do you mean?" Sirius internally cringed.
"Well, you know," Izzy started. She mocked Marlene and used air quotation marks. "Will we eventually be 'causal sex partners' or are we more?"
Sirius sat down opposite her and took her hands. "What do you want to be?"
"I don't know," she griped.
"Well, how about we just make out?"
"Okay," Izzy shrugged as he kissed her, and sighed at his deft aptitude at avoiding the question. She knew it was horrible and pathetic, but she'd rather have Sirius casually than not at all. And she hated herself for it.
After they'd been inside most of the day, Sirius clapped his hands together. "Come on! Get dressed, we need some fresh air!"
Izzy rolled her eyes. "Yes mum." She dressed quickly in her blue floral petticoat dress, wearing her same worn old boots as she grabbed her keys and Sirius' hand before skipping out the door.
It was dusk outside when they got to the park opposite their apartment. They walked, arm in arm for a while, before the sky turned a brilliant orange and they sat on a green wooden bench to enjoy the sunset.
As the silence grew deafening, Sirius psyched himself up inside his head. Come on Padfoot! You can do this! You're a studly stud and you can do it!
Izzy looked curiously at him, hair billowing softly around her face in the last rays of falling sunlight, as Sirius got down off the bench.
"Iz," Sirius started, kneeling beside her.
"You're aren't proposing are you? Because I might just have to hex you." Izzy laughed, pushing her hair back, yet her eyes were serious. Maybe he'd taken the 'casual' jab too much to heart earlier? Oh dear God, she didn't want to be someone's fuck buddy, but she definitely didn't want to be someone's wife!
"Look, I just want you to know that I wouldn't be a good boyfriend." Izzy sighed at his opening line. Great way to start, Sirius.
"You've only got Alan to surpass, and I'm pretty sure he has mental difficulties."
"I can't be cutesy."
"Even that word makes me want to vomit."
"I don't do love letters."
"I wouldn't read smut from you anyway, Sirius."
"No flowers."
"I'm allergic to pollen."
"I don't romance, I just shag."
"A nice change."
"I forget dates."
"We'll be spontaneous; broom closets and stuff, no need for a schedule."
"You're okay with that?"
"I've seen you date or heard that you've shagged almost every girl in the school, Sirius, I have a vague idea of what you're like."
"I just want you to know that I'll try."
"That's all you can do."
"Well then." Sirius looked pleased. "Will you, Isabella Flynn, please be my first actual girlfriend?"
"I'd be delighted."
Sirius ran a finger down her blushing cheek, kissing her gently. "You're adorable and I'm God's gift to women. What a cute couple we'll make."
"Why now, Sirius?" Izzy rolled her eyes at his high opinion of himself, but otherwise ignored it.
"What?"
"Why now? The sexual tension, as you say, has been paramount for ages."
"I wanted to keep you away."
"But why?"
"Because my family is no good, therefore, I'm no good."
"That isn't how it works. You don't always follow in the same footsteps as your family."
"I'll try not to."
And as Sirius kissed her again, ending the conversation effectively, Izzy resolved to find out more about this darker mysterious side to Sirius.
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