“Oh no! Don’t go there.” Despite her initial reaction of shock, Y/N couldn’t help smiling at his cheeky smirk. Y/N didn’t like the crooked grin that played on Sirius’ face just then, it foretold of danger for her and when he answered she saw where his game was. How will that help? Haven’t you already tried this with Remus and Bill?”
“Yes?!” Sirius’ face broke into a hopeful grin which caused Y/N to hold out her palm and halt the hope before it spread. “Ok, say I do stay and run interference for this…” Y/N waved her hands in the air, struggling for a word to describe the situation.”This… meet.” However, unlike Dumbledore and Moody, Y/N thought that after his stint in Azkaban, and consequent years on the run followed by an enforced house arrest, Sirius had sucked it up enough for their cause. He wasn’t the sybarite person that everyone thought he was and she understood his dilemma of having to ‘suck it up’ for the greater good - ending the Death Eater reign. She’d known him for a few years now - heard of him for longer. Even Moody told me to use ‘every angle.’” “Well, what about appealing to Dumbledore? Surely he won’t keep you in this position…” she trailed off as Sirius scoffed, looking away from Y/N.
He sat up and looked at Y/N - his derisive expression told her the answer he didn’t need to voice. “Well, have you tried being clearer and stating you are not interested?” “That’s just with you, sweetheart.” To Sirius’ annoyance though, Y/N rebuffed this comment. Sirius cocked his head at her and smirked. Y/N raised her eyebrows in half amusement. “I know, but every time I talk to her she thinks I’m making a move or asking her out.” Y/N barely had time to move his coffee mug out of the way before he knocked it over.
Sirius sighed and dropped his face onto his kitchen table. “Because you are trying to get intel from this woman! For the Order no less.”