1 hour – prompts used: 'strike' 'run' 'indefinitely' 'appreciate' 'longing'
Sirius Black would always deny that he had a longing kind of feeling for Lily Evans. It was completely wrong and unfair of him to long for his best friend's girl and even more so when he was gay but yet, he longed for her. He'd avoided her when the feelings first arose which didn't really raise any questions because they didn't speak anyway but when James and Lily finally hooked up, his longingness only grew. He carried on avoiding her but James and Remus began to get annoyed and confronted him about it.
"She broke your heart Prongs," he said. "I can't just forget about that."
But he lied.
His feeling of longing confused him. He was in a relationship with Remus – a boy who was attractive and completely sexy and did this thing with his tongue that made Sirius melt and he was going to love him indefinitely. So why did he long for a girl who had hated him for years?
And then, one night, it hit him like a strike of lightning.
She was on patrol, alone since Benjy Fenwick was ill and she couldn't be bothered to drag anyone away from studying since exams were so close. He'd been looking for his brother on the map, trying to convince him to speak to Dumbledore one last time before he left, and noticed Lily was on her own and heading straight into the path of a bunch of Slytherins. He ran out of the common room, not thinking to go up to the dormitory to request the help of James or Remus. He caught up quicker than he thought possible and grabbed Lily, dragging her into an alcove only seconds before she would've come across them.
"Evans." He hissed quietly. "When I say go, you have to run, okay?" She frowned with confusion but upon seeing the manic look on his face, agreed promptly. He glanced down at the map and realised that they were now standing at the end of the corridor and it didn't sound like they were going anywhere anytime soon. "Go."
They both pushed their legs to the limit and dodged flying hexes. But a blue light hit Lily's leg and he watched a burn blossom across the back of her calf. She fell, hard and he stopped immediately to shield her.
"Come on sweetie, crawl behind that wall." He cooed to her and even though he got a good glimpse up her skirt, he didn't even care – that was what really made him realise that he didn't long for her the way he had initially believed. She was gasping with pain, her fingers trying to stop both the bleeding and the pain; her burn seemed to be a bit more complex than initially believed. "How's the pain?" He asked, not taking his eyes away from the three remaining snakes.
"Burning like firewhiskey." She responded and he chuckled before managing to hex or disarm the three remaining wannabe dark lords and watched them scamper away, vowing vengeance, before turning to her. "I appreciate what you did." She told him and he smiled.
"Yeah well, I've always longed for a little sister." He informed the redhead. "You just seem to fit the bill."