The Push and the Pull
Obviously, when someone sees you turn (uninvited mind you) you run. In this case you can't run, but you can hide.
After seeing you Turn, Sirius followed you doggedly (ha), looking for you everywhere, trying to corner you and talk. But you were smarter, slipping away easily or turning the corner just in time. This worked for two months. It was the night of Halloween, the 'Big Pumpkin' full moon was the strongest always pulling you to it faster than any other.
You had decided to skip the Halloween dinner(reluctantly since rumors spread of a skeleton juggling his own head) thinking that maybe it'll help you prepare better, and avoid Sirius better. Which didn't work.
The common room was empty, people whispering and bundling together to hurry for the feast. So you got up and shuffled out, looking around before walking through the corridor. Until a hand clamped over your mouth and pulled you into the shadows of one of Filch's closets.
You struggled, clawing at the hand until it let go, blocking the exit. You already knew who it was so you hissed, "Let me leave Black. Before I rip you to shreds."
It hurt your chest, admitting that you could do just that, in about an hour. But Sirius just smiled wearily, whispering, "Lumos," the low glow cast a ghoulish light in his handsome features. His eyes were startling in the gloom, but sad, remorseful.
"L/N, c'mon, we have to talk," you grit your teeth and turned away, fearing he could see the tears starting to form," Si- Black. There is nothing to talk about. You know now I'm a beast. I'm surprised you want to be in a confined space with me." He smirks, "I'm surprised you think I wouldn't."
Why is he doing this, you think, why cant he just shun me and get it over with? The light moves to your face, making the shine in your eyes noticeable. Sirius' hand cupped your chin and pulled you eyes to level with his. But you tried to pull back, getting away and cowering into the corner. "Sirius," he seemed surprised to hear his first name expel from your lips, "please let me go."
He turned you again, limp in his arms, "Y/N, please, please, let us talk," his hair brushed your forehead, noses touching. You could smell him, like clean dog and warmth. "Please." All your senses could feel again, pulling you away and shaking your head, the tears pearling down your cheeks, "Black," you spit angrily, twisting your chest again, "don't ever touch me again. Ever. And if you do I will tear you apart. Do you understand me? Tear you apart." Quickly, you shoved passed, barreling through the door, tears wetting your face prominently.
The sky was still streaked with sunset, so you had time to sprint into the Forest, wiping the tears away, angrier than you had been before. At yourself. For lying to him, for spitting that at him, for pretending to hate him.
But you couldn't dwell. So you had to kick off your shoes and rip the tie off, unbuttoning the shirt clumsily and slipping the skirt off at the same time. Everything else went too, except the cloak, which you kept on because of the cold. The moon was just starting its process so you walked to your usual spot, squeezing stray tears out of your eyes.
Until the stray tears turned into sobs, sobs that pounded in your chest even after the headache that always crumpled you started. They were coming in waves, along with the pain, each more hurting then the last. Warm arms encircled your huddled figure, shaking almost as bad as you. Soft hair fell into your eyes and the smell of warmth and clean dog invaded your nostrils.
Sirius whispered one phrase over and over again as you morphed into the monster, even after you blacked out.
The morning was blinding, sun out, sky blue, owls hooting and birds chirping. Chilly air woke you up, raising goosebumps on your jut acquired flesh. You didn't get up, pulling yourself close. Something moved on top of you and black cloth fell in your eyes. A cloak had been draped over you, warming and covering you.
"F/N?" The voice startled you, making you sit up and wrap the cloak tighter around you. Sirius perched on the branch of a nearby tree, leaping off and landing gracefully. "S-Sirius? Why are you here? Aren't you supposed to be with Remus by now?" He grinned lopsidingly, cupping the back of his neck with his hand, "Moony has Prongs and Wormtail. Who do you have?" Nobody, that's who. You wouldn't tell Lily since she would just stay in the forest with you, in the risk. And no one else was that much of a friend, more aquantience, so you stayed quiet, looking down.
His finger hooked one of the gray strands of hair behind your ear lovingly, palm on your cheek. "Y/N…" your noses were touching again, hair tickling in the same way, "please let me love you," your lips weren't quite touching, but close, and you curled closer to him, and crying silently. His arms embraced you, warm and secure. "Sirius…" You looked up at him, unknowing to something blissful to him in your eyes, wide and innocent like a deer's eyes. He groans and laughs slightly, "Those beautiful eyes of yours…"
Your lips touched, making a push and pull in your chest.