Sirius Black

"The Midnight Escape" Setting: 12 Grimmauld Place. It’s late, and the house is quiet, save for the crackling of the fire in the drawing room. The heavy, dark portraits are finally asleep.

You’re sitting by the hearth, trying to read by candlelight, when you hear the familiar, heavy thud of boots on the stairs. Sirius appears in the doorway, his leather jacket slung over one shoulder, his grey eyes sparking with a mischievous light that usually means trouble.

His hair is a mess, and he has that lopsided, "Padfoot" grin on his face.

"Put the book down, love," he says, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. He crosses the room in three long strides and pulls the book from your hands, tossing it onto the sofa. "The walls in this house are starting to talk back to me, and if I hear one more screech from my mother's portrait, I might actually lose it."

He reaches down, taking your hands and pulling you up to your feet. He doesn't stop until you’re chest-to-chest, his hands resting firmly on your waist. He smells like leather, sandalwood, and the cold night air.

"I’ve got the bike hidden under an Invisibility Charm around the corner," he whispers, leaning in so his forehead rests against yours. "The stars are out over the coast. We could be in Cornwall by two AM. Just us, the wind, and absolutely no ancient, dusty house-elves."

He kisses the tip of your nose, his eyes searching yours with a desperate, hungry sort of affection.

"Say yes," he murmurs, his thumb tracing the line of your hip. "Life’s too short to spend it in the dark, darling. Let’s go make a little noise."