Sirius' Tomboy:

A/N: I don't know why I didn't publish this earlier the original was 3000 and I was like huh, I can shorten it and publish. Selveyet, why haven't you published it??

Disclaimer: I don't think j. k . r o w l i n g is in a smexy cult huhhh? No, she isn't.

A pinkie promise of support.

Faith.

I didn't want to tell the Madam my list of injuries, not with Sirius in hearing range so my panicked brain found a way out of it.

"Can- could I write all of it down?" I only stumbled once as I spoke, then I realised it may have sounded rude. "If that's okay with you?"

The nurse didn't look like she was fazed from the weird request and nodded Accio-ing a piece of parchment, a quill and ink as she walked over to a large curtain. She pulled it back to show an empty bed and chairs, gesturing for me to sit down on the bed to write.

"Just give me a shout when you're done, chickpea."

Feeling self-conscious at how close Sirius was and the concerned look he was shooting me, I turned my gaze to my quill. I dipped it in the ink bottle Madam Pomfrey had provided and I made to write only to stop before the ink touched the parchment.

He was close. Much too close.

I didn't usually mind about space when it came to him but when he was close enough to read whatever injuries they had inflicted on me, it was too close. Or maybe it was because this was too personal and his distance to me wasn't the problem.

"Could you...well it's just that..." I closed my eyes and breathed out of my nose before asking, "please can I have some space—only for a sec though!"

I peeked open my eyes to see him nod and give me the personal space I almost didn't want, face the most placid I'd seen him and I was unsure if he was angry or not. He felt so absent even though he was sitting on a chair beside the bed and I itched to just hold his hand but I snipped that thought in its bud. I was probably already burdening him enough, I didn't need him to make it worse.

Pushing all my thoughts aside as a sharp piercing feeling attacked my side, I scribbled down what hurt and how, wanting to be healed.

The list was long, longer than I was expecting and I bit my lip as I called for Madam Pomfrey. But instead of only her, McGonnagal accompanied her.

To say I was uncomfortable was an understatement. My mouth was dry, my mind went blank and I didn't know what to do when I was faced with the teacher's curious gaze.

Did she come in here a lot because if she does I am never coming back here no matter how much pain I'm in.

"Have you done yet, chickpea?"

I merely nodded, turning away from McGonnagal's eyes and passing Pomfrey the list. I was glad Pomfrey didn't react as she read over it but then the Professor started to read over her shoulder and a new wave of terror swamped over me.

I regretted ever coming to the hospital wing. It would have been better to be injured than to have Professor McGoganall know about it.

No one was supposed to know about it.

I nearly jumped when Sirius' hands found mine when he moved to sit next to me and whispered, "breathe, it's alright."

I followed his instructions and swallowed, grateful for him being there even when he didn't have to. He'd already brought me to the wing and he didn't even need to stay. Not forgetting that I'd told him to go away but he was still giving me support.

Was this real?

That one of the schools 'heart-throbs' was here, not spending his break with equally popular people, but in the hospital wing.

With me.

And not just that, calming me down from an impending freak out. When I told him to give me space.

And he's still here. Also having given me his special jacket everyone knew about so I wasn't cold.

What was the world coming to?

"Chickpea, these injuries are quite... different to the usual I deal with." Madam Pomfery slowly began, disrupting my inner turmoil.

She looked up from the parchment she was scanning and quietly questioned, "how did you get them?"

After a few moments of hesitation, I decided to tell her the diluted truth. "I fell out... rather badly with the... girls I dorm with."

I could feel Sirius' startlement at how I didn't take my opportunity to tell them off and then his anger. I didn't turn to look at him.

The space was quiet for a moment and the background noises of the hospital wing were subdued in the loudness of the silence here.

"Do you have any other girls you would like to dorm with." This time McGonnagall spoke up and she was looking at me intently as if she knew I was lying and was searching for the truth.

I nodded, looking away quickly and adding, "Ebony Ritchards and Bertha Jorkins, I think they stay together in the same dorm."

"Then you can move in with them."

She said it with such an air of finality that I blinked. "Pardon? Could you repeat that?"

Sirius squeezed my hand over the cuffs of his black coat and I was grateful to have something to ground me because I needed it.

"What I mean is once you are treated you are to move into Jorkins' dorm. I will solve the problem of moving your belongings from your dorm." She waved her hand through the air as if it wasn't a problem. "I have had a few chats with Miss Jorkins before and she is an excellent student. I'm sure you agree?"

I shook my head again, not daring to look her in the eyes. "Yes I do, thank you Professor."

Pomfery turned to the Professor with a tut. "Minvera could you also send out letters to her teachers telling them that Faith won't be in the rest of her classes today?"

Wait what?

All I needed was a few bandages and peppering up potions and I could get through the day, I've done it before. And these injuries weren't that bad. Okay, they were just about the worst I've had, but still!

"Wait—"

I didn't get a chance to argue when Sirius placed a finger (yes, the idiot used his actual finger) on my lips, slightly shaking his head with a raised eyebrow. I knew he wasn't going to let me go to lessons as normal if he could do anything about it so I shrugged him off with a resigned sigh.

"Yes." McGoganall just blinked at our interaction. "Rest is highly recommended and with that I must leave, I have a fourth year class I need to prepare for."

"Minnie I'll see you later." Sirius couldn't help but say and sent her a wink.

I cracked a smile at the blank stare she responded with. "Am I right to believe later will be in detention?"

I couldn't help but lightly snort at her response but Sirius still kept his head high, "it could be a date."

She didn't even say anything to him at that, turning to me with a shake of her head, "I wish you a speedy recovery."

I sent her a wavering smile and nodded back because my vocal chords were in no way ready to be used right now.

When she left, I didn't even notice that Pomfery had left too a few minutes prior. Either she was quiet or maybe we were just loud.

I turned to Sirius, frowning, "I don't understand why I need a full day off."

He gave me a look that told me I should already know the answer.

I played with the cuffs of the large fabric he'd given me, explaining, "I've been in worse pain before and this is the first time I've come here. I don't see why I should have a day off."

The same finger that was on my lips earlier lifted my chin and I glanced at him.

"Really?"

"Really what?" He wasn't being clear.

"You've been hurt like this before?" His question was soft like his fingers and his eyes were curious but underlined with anger.

Crap, should I have told him that? Oh well, my thoughts are all over the place.

"Yeah?"

"You don't sound all that sure." The little humour in his tone was making his eyes lighten from their angry coal grey.

"I'm not sure if you're going to tell everyone." The words were out before I could stop them and I inwardly huffed at my inability to lie around Sirius.

"I won't."

I narrowed my eyes at him as if I was analysing at him. "I'm sorry but I'm not convinced."

He was a popular guy he could easily spread everything.

I only noticed that he was still holding my hand when he pulled his away to put his pinky in my face.

"What?"

He looked solemn, his eyes truthful. "I'll pinky promise you."

I wanted to laugh, I wanted him to go, I wanted him to stop making me trust him... but I also didn't.

I don't know much about him, but pinky promises were serious.

I used my tingly hand he'd let go of to cover my eyes. "You know in my house if you break a pinky promise everyone hates you for a month."

I waited for him to laugh, for him to leave, to make me think he was a liar.

But he lightly pulled my wrist so I could see him and I realised he was trying not to hurt me even though he didn't know where my injuries were.

Damn, so much for me not trusting him.

"In James' house you get ignored like you're not even there."

I winced. "That's bad."

I played with the cuffs of his jacket again, noticing his eyes on the movement. I thought he would be cautious or ready to ask me for it back but he had a soft smile on his features.

His eyes moved to mine. "So do you trust me?"

I couldn't help but smile even though a threat followed. "If you break this pinky promise, I pinky promise you that one day you will wake up with a new haircut, bald sounds tempting."

This was ridiculous, me even able to threaten a Marauder, never mind Sirius Black. I literally had my first proper conversation a few hours prior. Because 'can you pass me that salamander heart' isn't one.

A grin was on his face but his eyes were slightly scared. Had anyone ever told him that? That his eyes showed his emotions easily? You could tell what he was thinking with one look. Or maybe I had been looking at them enough to know what they meant? No, he just wore his emotions on his sleeve.

"Okay then, where's your pinky?" Sirius accused and I couldn't help but laugh.

"Right calm down Sirius, you'd think you were in a rush to have your mane cut up." I lightly grinned as I pulled my pinky near his, realising the jacket nearly swallowed my whole hand so I pulled it back.

But then it moved forward again. And again when I moved it back. And again.

"You're not helping you know." Sirius was trying and failing to stop his chuckles from coming out so I thrust my hand in his face. "You do it then."

He stopped biting his fist and sucked in a deep breath but his eyes were still alight with laughter. "Right."

He obviously used magic because there was no way he could easily pull the sleeve back and make it stay. And he didn't even put in that much effort for crying out loud!

"Oh come on, that was funny."

"No it wasn't.

"I believe it was."

"I don't."

"But you were laughing at me earlier."

"So? You were being funny on purpose, which was funny, that wasn't."

"Oh."

Crap, I shouldn't of told him that by the way he froze. Why does this guy make me say things I shouldn't?

His face loomed near mine with a grin nearly splitting his face. "So you do find me funny!"

"That is not what I said." I lied, crossing my arms gently; my ribs still hurt. "Can we just pinky promise already?"