Speak Now
Sirius realised that he hated the blinding light of the ostentatious tent as much as the looming darkness of Grimmauld Place. The cheery bright globes floated above him, twinkling like some fairies drunk on Firewhiskey. The pure white roses looked bland, utterly out of life. He scowled, crossing his arms in annoyance. Prongs, sitting beside him, was sighing morosely, most likely missing Lily. Remus and Peter were absent too for they were not "pure" enough.
As much as he avoided it, his eyes finally drifted over her. Standing tall and elegant with her face impassive, she looked every bit of the pureblood bride. Cold and haughty, one would almost believed that she was a proper Slytherin heiress. But she wasn't. Sirius had seen the woman behind that mask. He had felt that wild spirit, grinning at him across the Quidditch Pitch. He had seen the dare in her blue eyes with her lips hovering above him. He had touched that hot fiery temper of hers with her skin pressed against his.
For a moment, their eyes met. He saw the flicker of hope, of desperation for a miracle. He felt the Gryffindor recklessness rising inside him, to save her, to release her from the clutches of the evil Slytherins. An angry buzz erupted in his ears when he abruptly stood. The priest's sermon faltered and then stopped. Eyes turned towards him. Prongs tugged on his elbow.
Speak now. Speak or stay mute for the rest of the time.
But his mouth refused to move. Their parting flashed in his time. Was this not what she wanted? Did she not beg him to let all go? With a snarl, he walked away, his steps resounding loudly in the silent tent. He didn't turn though, for he could already picture the disappointment in her blue eyes. Like always.
Written for Ultimate Battle
Prompt: 300 or more words of Sirius/OC
Written for School of Prompts
Prompt: miracle
Written for Taylor Swift Challenge
Prompt: Speak Now