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January 1st, 1978
Part of her knew what she was doing was wrong, but she refuse to let herself stop. When Sirius Black, her favourite student, had sauntered into her office five minutes before midnight, Professor Angela Wood let him talk her into pouring him a glass of fire whisky to celebrate the last moments of the year.
When asked why she did what she did, Angela wasn't able to answer. There wasn't a particular reason why she kissed the boy – because that's what he was, really, when compared to her – but she just did because she couldn't help herself.
It might have had something to do with the way he held himself, so confident at such a young age. It might have also been his attitude, so flippant and carefree and damn rebellious it took her back to her own schooldays. It might have been the fact that he was her most brilliant student; he had a natural gift for Arithmancy.
But it didn't matter, not really. What mattered was that when the clock struck twelve, he had downed the tumbler of whisky in his hand and, with three purposeful steps, moved to be right in front of her. And then, before she could even fidget self-consciously and push a curl of her black hair behind her ear, his hands were around her waist and his lips were moving insistently against hers and she threw her arms around his neck and eagerly responded.
Professor Angela Wood didn't know why he kissed her, or why she let him kiss her, or why she continued to kiss him, but she sure as hell knew that she wasn't going to pull away.
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The Forbidden Relationship Competition – Section E Drabble – Sirius/OC
The Pairing Diversity Boot Camp – Sirius/OC – impetuous
Honeydukes Competition – Chocoballs – write a romance story
100 Different Pairings Competition – Sirius/OC – detention
The Seven Fics Challenge – Prompt: favourite
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