Fanfic: Can’t Take My Eyes Off You by mjlazarus (Free to read, 564,411Clicks)

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Sirius raised an eyebrow. The boy was still staring at him with that stony expression. Sirius stared back with a slight smirk and leaned back against his chair. He had no idea why this bloke had singled him out within two minutes of arriving, but fuck if he’d lose this staring contest they had apparently entered into. Sirius’ smirk only seemed to annoy him further.

Characters:

UnderageSirius Black/Remus Lupin James Potter/Lily Evans Potter Marlene McKinnon/Dorcas MeadowesSirius Black Remus Lupin James Potter Peter Pettigrew Lily Evans Potter Marlene McKinnon Dorcas MeadowesAlternate Universe – Modern Setting Alternate Universe – High School POV Sirius Black Slow Burn Pining Marauders Friendship (Harry Potter)

Summary:

Summary:

Sirius raised an eyebrow. The boy was still staring at him with that stony expression. Sirius stared back with a slight smirk and leaned back against his chair. He had no idea why this bloke had singled him out within two minutes of arriving, but fuck if he’d lose this staring contest they had apparently entered into. Sirius’ smirk only seemed to annoy him further.“…Okay, what the hell are you doing?” James asked in a baffled voice. Sirius didn’t break his gaze away from him, but he could make out the amusement on James’ face from the corner of his eye. He also noticed McGonagall stand up from her desk and realized she would begin soon. He had to end this, and he had to win. He looked the boy dead in the eye and puckered his lips, as if giving him a kiss with a quick tilt of his chin. The boy blinked a few times in rapid succession, his mouth ajar. Then his face flushed beet red and he jerked his head away, staring down resolutely at his shoes.__________Remus is new. Sirius is bored. They don’t get along at first, but a mutual grudging tolerance blossoms into cautious friendship which leads to pining, heartbreak, love, and all that other wonderful stuff.

Notes:

(See the end of the work for notes.),Notes:
I can’t believe I just wrote my first ever fanfic when I should be working on my essay. Also I feel like i’m going to end up deleting this, finishing the whole story and then publishing it again some day. Because I’m not gonna lie, the idea just came to me out of nowhere and I just wrote it so I could procrastinate and I actually don’t have ANY idea where to go from here. BUT ANYWAYS.

Chapter 1: Pardon The Way That I Stare

Chapter Text
From a young age, Sirius Black had realized that life was quite dull. He wasn’t able to pinpoint the precise moment this notion dawned on him but he reckoned it had to be shortly after his infant brain became consciously aware of the fact that it resided in 12 Grimmauld Place. And he also realized, from a young age, that he had to take matters into his own hands if he was to ever defeat this intangible opponent he was so often hounded by. Normally, he would take up this noble task by carrying out ingenious pranks with James and Peter in the uninspiring confines of their classroom, but today, he found that he didn’t have to. Today, the gods had seemingly decreed that the forces of fate would see to it instead. Today, a new student arrived. Sirius didn’t notice him straight away. He had only slept a few hours the night before and had his head buried in his arms in an effort to catch what little sleep he could before McGonagall began the lesson. He heard the door creak open loudly and ignored it. Then the whispers broke out immediately. Raising his head, partly in annoyance and partly in curiosity, he found himself looking upon the source of the sudden frenzy that gripped the classroom. Huh, he thought as he sat up straight. He noticed the scars first. They were prominent across his face, jagged white lines of varying lengths. Then he saw his eyes: wary, beautiful and a shade he’d never seen before. “It’s a bloke,” Peter whispered dejectedly from his seat behind Sirius. He was staring straight ahead at the front of the classroom, where said bloke stood silently waiting beside McGonagall’s desk as she sorted through some papers, with an expression of abject despair on his round face. “It’s a bloke.” Sirius rolled his eyes. “Thank you for clearing that up, Pete. And here I was, thinking it was an incredibly realistic mobile robot.” James snorted loudly from beside him, and almost immediately, Sirius felt a burning stare on the side of his head. He turned around properly in his seat and noticed that the boy was looking in their direction. His jaw was clenched and his hazel (gold? Amber? A hypnotizing combination of the three?) eyes directed Sirius with a hard gaze. Sirius raised an eyebrow. The boy was still staring at him with that stony expression. Sirius stared back with a slight smirk and leaned back against his chair. He had no idea why this bloke had singled him out within two minutes of arriving, but fuck if he’d lose this staring contest they had apparently entered into. Sirius’ smirk only seemed to annoy him further.“…Okay, what the hell are you doing?” James asked in a baffled voice. Sirius didn’t break his gaze away from him, but he could make out the amusement on James’ face from the corner of his eye. He also noticed McGonagall stand up from her desk and realized she would begin soon. He had to end this, and he had to win. He looked the boy dead in the eye and puckered his lips, as if giving him a kiss with a quick tilt of his chin. The boy blinked a few times in rapid succession, his mouth ajar. Then his face flushed beet red and he jerked his head away, staring down resolutely at his shoes.“Oh god.” James was laughing now. “Leave him alone, mate. He’s probably got enough problems, transferring in the middle of term. He doesn’t need to deal with your stupid arse on top of that.” Sirius scoffed indignantly at that. “I need to leave him alone? He’s the one who just arrived and he’s glaring at me like I murdered his bloody cat.” “Or maybe he’s glaring at you like you said something nasty about him because he’s got -” Peter whispered, gesturing vaguely at his own face, “-and you said something that Prongs laughed at, which he probably assumed was about him, and which, to be fair, actually was about him.” Sirius winced. He opened his mouth to respond when he heard McGonagall clear her throat loudly. He realized that everyone had been quiet for a few moments now, waiting for McGonagall to make the introductions, and was now staring in their direction. McGonagall herself was glaring at them. She doesn’t do it quite like him, though, Sirius thought, and the right side of his mouth quirked upwards, unbidden. “Is something funny, Mr. Black?” McGonagall asked coolly. Beside her, the new kid finally raised his head of sandy brown curls and looked at Sirius once more. His mouth was slightly downturned and his eyes were cautious. Sirius slouched back in his chair, running a hand through his black waves. “No, professor.” He grinned, staring right at him. “Please, do carry on.”

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