A/N: It's Blackinnon Week! I'm so excited! I've got a drabble to post every day for March 8th through the 13th and then I have a big story that I'll be posting outside of Saudade on the 13th as well! (It's 19K words!) Enjoy!

Freedom

"Merlin, Sirius, I didn't think you were the type to lose your sanity for a girl." James walked into Sirius' room at the Potters. His trunk now in his room till seventh year.

"Strange, I didn't either, oh right, because I'm not." Sirius didn't look at James, instead, he looked out the window to the shed his motorbike was parked in. "I'm going for a ride."

"To her?" James sat on Sirius' bed.

"No." Sirius shot him a glare. "You ride a broom; I ride a bike. Difference is I can't bring my much cooler ride to Hogwarts and yours is what makes all the girls wish they were Lily."

"Tell her hi," James called as Sirius stalked out of his room. Stupid James and his stupid assumptions.

Sirius rolled the bike out of the shed and turned the key, the sound of the engine revving moved through his entire body and it felt like the first breath he'd taken since he said he'd see her after summer hols.

He let the smell permeate him for a moment, flood his senses, and then he mounted his bike, cast an invisibility charm, and sped off into the air.

Sirius headed North, but he told himself it wasn't for her. He just fancied going North was all. Besides, he was too flooded with the air rushing him and the sound of the engine and finally feeling free to think on it.

The fact that he found himself at the McKinnon's home when he brought his bike back to the ground meant nothing.

He revved the engine, a game to see if she'd come out, because there was no way in hell he'd go up and knock on the door.

She appeared in the window, a smirk across her damned perfect lips and ice eyes sparkling like the light reflecting off of his bike, blinding.

"I get to see the bike?" Her black leather jacket already zipped up; boots laced up to her calves.

"Get on," he smirked, the desire to free himself from whatever hold she had over him gone; it's always gone once she's there, with him.

Her hands slipped around his waist and Sirius felt grounded as her body came to rest against his.

"Don't let go."

She scoffed at him, but her grip tightened; that's all he wanted.

Freedom. He'd been looking for it for more than a decade and he wasn't yet seventeen. But Sirius thought he might have finally found it as he took the bike up high enough to make his lungs burn and Marlene tighten her grip around his middle.

Who would have thought that freedom was found when someone held on to you for dear life, like they couldn't live without you?