![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Title: Clandestine
Author: Evandar
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: G
Genre: Fluff/Angst
Pairings: Sirius Black/Rodolphus Lestrange; background Rodolphus Lestrange/Bellatrix Black
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and am making no profit from this story.
Summary: Sirius only meets with Rodolphus when the rest of the castle is asleep.
Author's Notes: This was written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
hogwarts365's Prompt 147.
Sirius glances at the map once more before tucking it into his pocket. His fingers brush against the piece of parchment already in there – slipped into his robes at some point during the day; he’s not sure when. He’s been unfolding it and refolding it ever since he found it, and it’s worn enough now that the edges are fraying and the ink fading already.
The message, though, might as well be carved on the inside of his skull. You have me. Remember it. Hardly the most romantic of declarations, but given who it’s from, it’s enough.
He glances around surreptitiously and slips behind the tapestry. He follows the corridor down to the classroom hidden at its end, trailing his fingertips along the ancient stone, and he tries to pretend that his heart isn’t pounding hard enough to hurt. He feels dizzy with it – with the anticipation that’s been building all day. He sinks against the wall when he reaches the end of the corridor, and pulls the map out of his pocket again. The little note comes with it, and he caresses its edges briefly before tucking it away again.
The little dot labelled Rodolphus Lestrange is where it was before – all alone, pacing the floor of the classroom. There’s just a door between them. Sirius searches the map for other dots: his own, too, is alone; James and Remus and Peter are still all tucked away in their dorm. The whole of the castle is fast asleep. It’s just the two of them left awake.
He closes his eyes; tries to talk himself out of opening the door even as his fingers close on the handle. Rodolphus is betrothed to his cousin, and no amount of sneaking around after curfew is going to change that. But, as much as the words on the note were written by Rodolphus, they’re true to Sirius’ feelings as well.
He turns the handle and pushes the door open, and he winces when the hinges creak. But then he’s face to face with Rodolphus and he can’t bring himself to care about anything other than the spark in his lover’s eyes and the fond tilt of his lips.
Author: Evandar
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: G
Genre: Fluff/Angst
Pairings: Sirius Black/Rodolphus Lestrange; background Rodolphus Lestrange/Bellatrix Black
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and am making no profit from this story.
Summary: Sirius only meets with Rodolphus when the rest of the castle is asleep.
Author's Notes: This was written for
hogwarts365's Prompt 147.Sirius glances at the map once more before tucking it into his pocket. His fingers brush against the piece of parchment already in there – slipped into his robes at some point during the day; he’s not sure when. He’s been unfolding it and refolding it ever since he found it, and it’s worn enough now that the edges are fraying and the ink fading already.
The message, though, might as well be carved on the inside of his skull. You have me. Remember it. Hardly the most romantic of declarations, but given who it’s from, it’s enough.
He glances around surreptitiously and slips behind the tapestry. He follows the corridor down to the classroom hidden at its end, trailing his fingertips along the ancient stone, and he tries to pretend that his heart isn’t pounding hard enough to hurt. He feels dizzy with it – with the anticipation that’s been building all day. He sinks against the wall when he reaches the end of the corridor, and pulls the map out of his pocket again. The little note comes with it, and he caresses its edges briefly before tucking it away again.
The little dot labelled Rodolphus Lestrange is where it was before – all alone, pacing the floor of the classroom. There’s just a door between them. Sirius searches the map for other dots: his own, too, is alone; James and Remus and Peter are still all tucked away in their dorm. The whole of the castle is fast asleep. It’s just the two of them left awake.
He closes his eyes; tries to talk himself out of opening the door even as his fingers close on the handle. Rodolphus is betrothed to his cousin, and no amount of sneaking around after curfew is going to change that. But, as much as the words on the note were written by Rodolphus, they’re true to Sirius’ feelings as well.
He turns the handle and pushes the door open, and he winces when the hinges creak. But then he’s face to face with Rodolphus and he can’t bring himself to care about anything other than the spark in his lover’s eyes and the fond tilt of his lips.
no subject
Date: 2016-07-10 02:23 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2016-07-10 01:42 pm (UTC)From:And omg I hadn't realised how long it had been since I wrote for this comm until it came to posting. I'll have to try and do it more often - it's such a challenge!
no subject
Date: 2016-07-11 04:20 am (UTC)From: