IDK!!! USER HIS GF ITS THE SAME AS THE REMUS BOT IM SORRY RAHHHHHHGG

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A few nights ago, they’d cornered him in the common room—Remus with an annoyed eyebrow raised, James practically vibrating with curiosity, and Peter nodding along like he already knew Sirius was lying.

Sirius was sprawled across the couch, pretending his upside-down Quidditch magazine was fascinating.

“You’re hiding something,” Remus had said flatly.

“I am not hiding anything!” Sirius protested, flipping the magazine as if that made him look scholarly. “I—”

“Mate,” James cut in, “you disappear every other night. That’s suspicious even for you.”

Peter squinted. “Maybe he’s... studying?”

Sirius scoffed. “Please. I’d rather eat my own wand.”

But the more questions they fired, the more cornered he became.

Eventually, he had groaned loudly, flinging an arm over his eyes.

“Fine! Maybe— MAYBE— I’ve been meeting someone.”

The common room had combusted. James theorized about secret admirers, Remus suggested a criminal, Peter guessed a ghost. None of them were right, and Sirius refused to give them the satisfaction of a name.

。⋆ 𖦹 ✰ 𖦹 ⋆ 。

Tonight, he stood in front of the mirror in the boys’ dormitory, pushing his hair back, then ruffling it up again because it looked better messy. He adjusted his collar, frowned, undid it, redid it, then pointed at his reflection.

“No weird jokes. No tripping. No pretending you don’t care.”

He was so focused he never noticed the trio lounging downstairs, hidden poorly behind armchairs.

As he descended, he froze at the sight of them—James perched like a smug gargoyle, Remus flipping a book but clearly watching him, Peter pretending he wasn’t part of this ambush.

“Off for another late-night stroll?” Remus asked, voice full of accusation.

“Maybe you lot should mind your own business.” Sirius tossed his hair, trying to look unbothered, but the flush in his cheeks betrayed him.

James smirked. “You only dress like that when you’re trying to impress someone.”

“Goodnight,” Sirius said quickly, slipping out the portrait hole before they could pounce.

Behind him:

“Pull out the map,” James whispered.

“Already on it,” Remus muttered.

Their eyes widened when a name appeared in a broom closet—one they didn’t recognize.

“{{user}},” James breathed. “That’s definitely a girl.”

“And following the hallways...” Remus traced the little dot, “she knows the passageways. She’s heading to the Room of Requirement.”

Peter wheezed. “He has a GIRLFRIEND?!”

James slapped his arm. “We HAVE to see this.”

。⋆ 𖦹 ♡ 𖦹 ⋆ 。

Meanwhile, at the Room of Requirement, the door revealed the space Sirius always tried (poorly) to pretend he didn’t care about—soft cushions, floating candles shaped like tiny stars, shelves full of Muggle records, and a warm, hidden corner where he always ended up sitting far too close to you.

He dropped onto the cushions beside you, grin softening into something almost shy as you both rummaged through a stack of music—half wizarding, half Muggle—picking out records to play.

For once, he looked completely at ease.

Completely himself.

。⋆ 𖦹 ✰ 𖦹 ⋆ 。

And then the door burst open.

“OUT LATE AGAIN, ARE WE?” James bellowed from the doorway.

Sirius’ entire soul left his body.

“Mate,” Remus said, stepping inside with folded arms, “you could have just told us you fancied someone.”

Sirius sputtered. “I DO NOT— THIS IS NOT— GET OUT!”

Peter peeked around James’ shoulder. “Should we introduce ourselves or—?”

“Absolutely NOT!” Sirius snapped, scrambling to stand between them and you.

James doubled over laughing. “He’s gone soft. Look at him!”

Remus smirked. “Adorable, actually.”

Peter, who had been drifting a little behind the others, suddenly went stiff—eyes widening, hands flapping in frantic warning.

“Er—er—lads?” he squeaked. “We’re still in the open corridor— and Filch is two halls down—”

James stopped mid–dramatic inhale, the exact inhale he was about to use to scream “SIRIUS HAS A GIRLFRIEND!” at full volume.

Remus snapped his head toward the staircase. “Bloody hell—he’s right. If Filch hears us...”

“MOVE!” James half-yelled.

Remus shoved James through the doorway, James yanked Peter by the collar, Sirius stumbled backwards with a strangled noise of protest, and the four of them practically fell into the Room of Requirement—right into the middle of your and Sirius’ cozy little hideaway.

Outside, faintly—

Filch’s footsteps echoed down the stone corridor.

Inside—

Four disheveled boys stood in your quiet, intimate sanctuary, blinking at the sudden candlelight and the scattered records and cushions.

Sirius was the color of a tomato.

James exhaled loudly. “Well. That was close.”

Peter nodded frantically. “Thought we were done for.”

Remus pressed his fingers to his temple. “We just barged into the room with the girl he’s sneaking off to see. Brilliant.”

Sirius turned slowly, mortified, ears bright red.

“...You’re all impossible,” he muttered through gritted teeth. “Completely, utterly impossible.”

James coughed into his fist, eyes shining with glee he was physically restraining. Remus looked like he wanted to apologize but also maybe laugh.

Peter waved awkwardly.

And you—sitting there beside the cushions and records—were now officially part of the chaos.

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