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Short, but cute. 

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It’s a sound. 

A  steady, rhythmic, and calming sound.

It’s filling your ear, pounding and resonating in it and you sigh in contentment, letting yourself fall into it’s steady pattern. It’s beating, as fast the wind that’s howling around you. But,  the sound, is all you can focus on. 

 Before you know it, it’s guided your breath to calm and match it’s slower beat- ba bump, ba bump, ba bump.  

It’s keeping you grounded- no, it’s keeping you in the moment. It’s savoring everything you’re feeling and thinking all at once. 

A hand is cradling your head, tangled in your locks and keeping you pressed against the sound with the occasional scratching of your scalp. Lips are pressing to the top of your head and if you weren’t so solely focused on the sound, you’d be able to decipher the voices around you. 

You blink once, and another time as if it will help clear your ears- and you can hear the yelling, the laughter. It’s exhilarating. 

If you had to look back, you’d say this was the moment that reeled you into pranking with your boyfriend and his friends. It was the way you had tittered on the edge of the unknown, the rush of almost getting caught, and the defining moment where you had realized that yes, you had gotten away with it. Or maybe, it was the cherry on top of seeing your hard work come together- watching the boys eyes light up with mischief and accomplishment when their intricate plans panned out. Or perhaps, most especially, it was the feeling you were in the midst of now- the feeling of being, well, invincible.

“Babe, baby… Are you alright?” A voice is warm, honey like and practically dripping into your ear.

You make a sound of acknowledgement, squirming closer to his chest as his arms tighten around you, pads of his fingers rubbing at your scalp with gentle, concerned strokes.

“Love, baby please..” The voice pleads again, and you whine in offense because as lovely as the voice is- it’s ruining the sound for you. Your favorite sound.

A gentle, but firm tug is elicited from aforementioned fingers on your locks and you’re forced to pull back with a frown pressed onto your face.

He’s peering at your with those dark, inquiring eyes of his as they scan every inch of your face for a sign of distress or hurt. His hand drops from your messy hair to cup your cheek, warm and soft, before his eyes land on your lips and his thumb follows quickly after, smoothing your frown out with it’s butterfly like touch.

“Talk to me. Are you alright? Did you get hurt?” He inquires, watching you carefully.

You chuckle against his thumb and you watch his shoulders sag immediately from his tense position, but his hand doesn’t leave your face. 

“That was… wow. Is that what it always feels like?” You inquire, titling your head at him.

The skin around his eyes crinkle as he smirks at you, “It’s something isn’t it? A bit o’ a rush, hm? Did you like it?”

You swallow, looking over his shoulder as the fireworks you had lit moments before start going off, an array of colors and sounds pounding as James and Remus and Peter triumph in the success a few feet away. Their silhouettes are painted in the light of the fireworks. As soon as you had lit them, you had walked backwards as the first one went off, the ringing in your ear loud and clunky until Sirius had managed to get to you and pull you backwards.

“It is. I did. ” You acknowledge, turning your gaze back to him.

He smiles, leaning down and pressing a quick, firm kiss to your lips and lifting you off your toes slightly in the process before he pulls away to lock his gaze with yours again.

Both of his hands come up to cover your ears, and his brows are pulled into a deep set concentration, “You can hear, right love? I told you not to get that close… Bloody hell, you scared me.”

You smile wickedly at him, reaching up to cover his hands and pull them away before you lean up on your toes to whisper in his ear, “I can hear your heart.”