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Sirius got into Melody’s father’s black Mercedes after her. He shut the door and was immediately fascinated. He had been in cars before, besides Wizarding cars rented from the Ministry of Magic. This was a real life Muggle car. It was better then those cars in his Muggle Studies text book. The leather seats, mechanical buttons, and sun roof were amazing inventions. It even had cup holders.
He looked around, amazed as Mr. Atwood got into the drivers seat and Cheryl got into the passenger seat. The engin started, a soft pur. Sirius almost yelled in amazement. Not only that, music came out of the speakers behind his head, causing him to jump in alarm. He leaned over to see that it was a CD player, not a cassette player like in his books at school.
“Sirius, are you okay?” Melody asked. Sirius glanced at her, marveled at her beauty for a moment and then grinned, nodding.
“I’ve never been in a Muggle car before!” he said, bouncing slightly. Melody then grinned, too.
“Can you turn it up, Daddy?” Melody asked, leaning over slightly.
“Sorry, Pretty Girl, but I’d like to talk to Serious a bit here,” Greg said, looking in the review mirror as he adjusted the stick.
“Why?” Melody said, nervously.
“To get to know him, of course,” Cheryl said nastily, “Though I don’t know why.”
“Who was that family you were talking too?” Greg asked as he shifted gears again, keeping his eyes on the road.
“The Potters,” Melody answered.
“They are?”
“My best friends,” Sirius replied, “Well, James is my best friend. I live with him. They’re like, my family actually.”
“You live with them?” Mr. Atwood repeated, looking into the rearview mirror again and frowning slightly. Sirius glanced at Melody and she nodded, signaling that he should tell the truth. If he lied, things would be that much more messed up later on. It was be stupid to lie.
“My family disowned me,” Sirius admitted, “I didn’t believe in what they did and ran away. I haven’t talked to them in over two years.”
“A cult,” Cheryl muttered, “That’s what Wizards are; a cult. Disowning a child because he believes in something else. . .”
“Well, they’re dark wizards,” Melody snapped, sticking up for the blood that ran through her veins and Sirius’, “They believe in the murder of Muggles and Muggleborns. They think they are more important then everyone because they’re purebloods.”
“No wonder Sirius holds himself like he’s of great importance,” Cheryl said in a nasty voice. Sirius flushed deeply and Melody glared. Her father just shifted gears again and kept his eyes on the road, slowing down and putting on his blinker.
The rest of the ride was silent. Melody had grabbed Sirius’ hand and rubbed his knuckles in circular motions, trying to tell him it was okay and to ignore Cheryl. He seemed to know that he could not take Cheryl’s words to heart. Melody had warned him that Cheryl had the uncanny talent of knowing exactly what to do to make people upset. Yet, it bothered him. To be said to even be a tiny bit like his family, it hurt him. It physically hurt him. More then anything.
The ride was long, as it usually was, and Melody was relieved when her father turned up into their long driveway, stepping on the gas and speeding up to the six-car garage. Sirius’ eyes widened as he say Melody’s house.
It was huge, only two stories, but huge. The brick was red and impressive on top of the hill it sat on. The garden was well taken care of, though it was winter and covered in snow giving it a beautiful appearance. The shutters were green, as well as the beautiful french doors with glass windows. The house was beautiful, but not quite a mansion. A manor. The land around it rolled in all directions, miles from their neighbors.
When her father cut the engin, Melody jumped out and waited for Sirius. She was smiling at the awed look on Sirius’ face.
“You’re house is bigger then the Potter’s,” he said.
“Really?” Melody asked, looking at it.
“Yeah, and so much more welcoming then Grimmauld Place,” Sirius nodded, “That place is disgusting.”
“Grimmauld Place?” Melody repeated. Sirius nodded as they dragged their trunks up the front walk. It was wet and icy from the snow, but swept clean so people could walk it easily.
Inside, Sirius was awed again. The inside interior was just as beautiful as the outside. The expensive tile below him, the fancy wallpaper, hand painted paintings on the walls, and the furniture was all matching and perfectly set. Sirius felt his mouth hanging open slightly. Melody laughed.
“It’s not that great,” she said.
“I like it,” Sirius grinned, “But I always liked having a lot of room. I mean, half your house probably isn’t even used.”
“You have that right,” Melody nodded, “My mum had this whole house designed and built just the way she wanted.”
“Unspeakables make good money?” Sirius asked. Melody nodded.
“They often threatened to slip up for a raise,” she explained, “Come on, I’ll show you where you will be sleeping.”
Sirius followed her up the stairs and down the hall, still looking around. She lead him to a room, that was rather bright with white curtains, large windows, and a goldish-brown comforter and fabrics on the chairs. The walls were off white and a there were paintings of landscapes all around the room. A writing desk was in the corner, supplies with both pens and quills. A bookcase filled with encyclopedias and some other volumes that were rarely used. The floor was wood, with a round rug the same color as the blankets on the bed. It was a nice room.
“If you want something else, we have more then enough rooms,” Melody said, looking a bit uncomfortable, “It’s only the second best guest room, but I doubt you would want to be in a room and bed that Kyle had slept in more then enough times.”
“No, this is perfect,” Sirius said, smiling. Melody nodded.
“My room is literally two doors down if you need anything. Just make yourself comfortable and unpack. The dresser and closet should be empty.” she explained and them left the doorway down to her own room.
She turned the gold nob and pushed the door open. Her room was as she left it. Bright and in order. Her full sized bed was in the middle, the white comforter warn from use. It had been her mothers for years before passed to Melody. Her walls were covered with bands she enjoyed, Muggle actors she liked to look at and pictures of models from her fashion magazines. Some were moving, others still. Melody loved her room. She always had.
She dragged her trunk to the corner of her room and then sat on it, looking around. Her muggle television was dusty and her radio-clock was blinking, having shut off, probably from a storm. Sighing, she looked at her watch and went to go and set it. As she pressed the buttons, there was a knock on her door, which was open, and she glanced up. It was her dad.
“Hey, Daddy,” Melody said, now setting the minutes.
“Hey,” Greg said moving further into her room and sitting on her bed. Melody finished with her clock and sat down next to him.
“Do you like Sirius?” Melody asked, already knowing the answer.
“Well, he’s not Kyle,” Greg said.
“Daddy, Kyle cheated on me. With Marissa. Why do you still like him?” she asked, shutting her eyes and sighing.
“I don’t know Pretty Girl, I guess I just knew him,” her father shrugged, “Sirius certainly is better looking the Kyle. Quieter, too.”
“That was because Cheryl compared him to his family. He hates his family and everything about them,” Melody muttered.
“Cheryl didn’t mean anything. Sirius can’t be so sensitive,” Greg shrugged. Melody didn’t reply. Her father didn’t know Sirius well enough to understand. They should have just lied. Too late now.
“How was term?” her dad asked then.
“Besides Kyle shagging Marissa, fine,” Melody replied, trying to get her father to know just how badly Kyle had hurt her, “Sirius has been amazing. He’s the sweetest boyfriend anyone can ask for. He gives me—”
“Melody,” Greg raised a hand, shutting his eyes, “Please. You know I’m not good at that stuff.”
For a moment, Melody just looked at her father. Then she looked away. Her father never really listened to her. Not the way Sirius did. She bit her lip, trying to remember something that happened over term.
“I made new friends,” Melody smiled, “I’m not that popular anymore, but I like it. My new friends are a lot better. They understand and they actually care.”
“That Potter boy one of them?” Greg asked.
“Yes. He’s dating Lily Evans, one of my new friends. And then there is Remus Lupin. Lisa Montgomery has a crush on him, but Remus only wants to be friends. Then there’s Peter. I helped him get with his girlfriend. I don’t really talk to Veronica much though. We all get along pretty well. We have fun.” Melody explained, aware by how her father kept glancing at the clock Melody just set and then at the door. He was listening, but not really paying attention.
“That’s nice,” Greg nodded, “Sorry, Pretty Girl, but I have a meeting in an hour and have to get ready. I’m glad you’re home.”
“Thanks,” Melody said, quietly, “Give Sirius a chance, Daddy, please?”
“Sure,” Greg said, but he didn’t sound like he meant it as he walked out the door. Melody watched him go and sighed, falling back on her bed and staring at her ceiling. There was a water mark on the ceiling. A blemish in this perfect house. Melody gave a bitter laugh as it reminded her of her life. She made a mental note to tell her father about it.
By the time Melody unpacked, Sirius was knocking on her doorframe, looking into her room curiously. She looked up, immediately smiling. Until that moment, she hadn’t realized how relieved she was that Sirius had come home with her. She doubted she would have been able to handle it otherwise. With Cheryl and her father. . .
“Very you,” Sirius said as he stepped in the room, looking around and nodding.
“I like to think so,” Melody smiled. Sirius gasped as he spotted the Muggle TV.
“Is that a Television?” he asked, moving closer to it and poking the screen cautiously. Melody nodded and Sirius sat back, marveling.
“You know, I just wrote a paper on televisions,” Sirius said.
“Really,” Melody asked, sitting next to him. They were leaning up against the end of her bed. It was an awkward place to sit, as the wooden frame was engraved with elegant designs dug into their backs.
“Yeah, do you have a little clicker thing?” Sirius asked.
“A remote?” Melody repeated.
“That’s it!” Sirius cheered. Laughing, Melody leaned over and grabbed her remote off the top of her TV and handed it to Sirius who looked at it even more curiously. Melody laughed harder.
“You’re so cute,” she said when she calmed down. Sirius looked up and grinned.
“Aw, shucks, you’re embarrassing me,” he said, pretending to blush. Melody laughed again, leaning over and kissing him lightly on the cheek.
When she pulled back she stared at Sirius for a moment. His grey eyes immediately comforting her to an extent in which she felt nothing could go wrong. That her father still listened to her as he did when she was eleven and her mother was still alive. Back to the way things were before her dad met Cheryl. Before Kyle cheated on her and Marissa turned against her. Before she cared about her looks and became insecure.
But then she had to look away. If things were like they were, with her being a bitch and ruling Hogwarts, she and Sirius would still be from two different worlds. They wouldn’t be enemies, nor friends. They wouldn’t smile at each other or acknowledge the other exists. They were just be there. Two people, separated by cliques. And invisible line, so far from the one they are standing on now.
Suddenly, Melody felt vulnerable. She looked at Sirius was now trying to figure out what button to press to turn the TV on. So far, the numbers one through four hadn’t worked. The big red button with the small black letters saying “On” was completely unnoticed. Without really realizing it, Melody grabbed Sirius’s hand and moved closer to him, shaken.
“Don’t leave me,” she whispered. Sirius was thrown off guard by this and stared at her curiously for a long time.
“What?” he asked. Melody looked up at him, eyes wide.
“I won’t be able to take being alone. Don’t leave me,” she repeated. Sirius nodded, seeing how upset Melody had just gotten herself and pulling her close to his chest.
“I won’t. Promise. Just calm down. I’m not going anywhere.”
-*-*-*-*-
The first few days of vacation passed. It was rather fun, actually. Melody was relieved that Cheryl pretty much left Sirius and her alone. Only at meals did Cheryl get bitchy and rude, and usually, Sirius had a cheeky remark to say, immediately making her shut her mouth before attempting to upset Sirius a few moments later. Every night, Sirius would sneak into Melody’s room where they would be up all night talking and making fun of Cheryl. He did a very good close impression of her.
Sirius had also found a liking in the TV series,
Sex and the City. It was one of the reasons he ended up sneaking into Melody’s room. Her TV was the only one he could figure out how to work. Melody actually began to enjoy watching the show, too.
Melody’s dad hadn’t kept his word of giving Sirius a chance. No matter what Sirius did, it was never good enough. No matter how polite Sirius was, her dad kept repeating that he was not Kyle. Melody did not understand it and she knew that it was a matter of time before Sirius cursed Kyle’s name infront of her dad. It did not make since, but every time Melody asked, he would simply say that he knew Kyle and Sirius, to him, is a stranger. But Melody knew that there was a lot more to it.
When Christmas Eve came, Sirius dragged Melody outside in the cold where they had a snowball fight and made snowmen and snow angels. Sirius said his was a manly snow angel and spelled out “Man” in the snow with his foot with an arrow pointing to the said angel. Melody laughed so hard, she fell over and almost choked on snow. Around three, they went inside and showered for Cheryl’s parents and Melody’s dad’s parents were going to arrive at four.
Melody dressed in a black skirt with black, nylon tights with an off the shoulder, quarter length sleeve sweater. She put on the locket Sirius had given her with matching earrings and pulled her hair into a high ponytail with some curl in it. Sirius had dressed himself in fitting jeans and a dark blue button down, untucked, that made his stormy eyes look brighter and more intense. Sirius thought Melody looked breathtaking and Melody thought Sirius looked amazing.
They went down stairs, holding hands, just as the doorbell rang. Cheryl, who was also dressed up, came running down the hall, her husband-to-be following her and looking a bit nervous. The door swung open to reveal all four grandparents, two of which were only half. Melody and Sirius stood at the bottom of the staircase together as hugs went around.
“Melody!” it was her Grandmother, Gladys. Melody had always called her grandparents anything like “Grammie” or something. Sometimes she would called them “Grandma” or “Grandpa” but only sometimes.
“Gladys,” Melody smiled and hugged her favorite family member. Gladys understood Melody and was one of the few that listened to her. She thought Cheryl was horrible and was completely in love with Melody’s mother.
“How are you, my dear?” Gladys asked, “You’re getting to be so beautiful!”
“I’m fine. And thank you,” Melody smiled. She then hugged her grandfather, Phil, who wasn’t as loving as Gladys but just as nice. Melody loved him a lot.
“Missed you,” she said, hugging him.
“Who’s this?” Gladys asked, looking at Sirius.
“Oh, Grandma, this is my new boyfriend, Sirius.” Melody grinned and as Sirius kissed Gladys’ hand and shook Phil’s, he smiled and greeted them warmly.
“Oh! How charming!” Gladys said, fanning herself and making Sirius grin again, this time wider.
“Sirius is wonderful. The best any girl can ask for,” Melody explained. Sirius grinned wider.
“And you are a wizard?” Phil asked, curiously. Sirius nodded.
“Yes sir,” he said.
“What a good looking boy!” Gladys said, looking at the two of them fondly, “Oh, so much better looking then that Kyle. He was cute, but you, Melody, out did him. It looked uneven. But now, this looks right.”
“Hang on to her, boy,” Phil said, winking at Sirius. Again, he smiled.
“Don’t think anything could make me let her go,” he said, putting an arm around Melody’s waist, who was blushing slightly.
“Melody, Serious!” Cheryl snapped, “Get over here!”
Melody and Sirius moved around her grandparents, who were rolling their eyes and looking rather annoyed at Cheryl. Cheryl’s parents were younger then Greg’s. Their hair wasn’t yet grey and they looked snobby and obnoxious, like they were the most important of the elderly or something. Melody instantly did not like them, and not just because they were related to Cheryl. They did not give off that friendly, welcoming feeling that grandparents were supposed to give off.
“This is Melody,” Cheryl said, “And her boyfriend, Serious. Melody, Serious, this is my mum Betty and my father, George. Melody, you are to call them both Grandma Betty and Grandpa George.”
“Serious?” Grandpa George said, wrinkling his brow, “What kind of name is that?”
“It’s Sirius,” Sirius explained, “As in the star Sirius, the dog-star?”
“Dog-Star, huh?” Grandma Better said, thinking, “Hm. So you’re a dog? Using Melody for your use?”
Sirius smiled, as if sharing an inside joke with himself and shook his head, “No, ma’am. I would never use Melody. She’s too precious.”
“Now, isn’t that sweet?” Gladys asked, looking at Phil and throwing a nasty look to Cheryl and her parents.
“Let’s go into the parlor,” Cheryl said, ushering her parents into the hall and dragging Greg behind her, “I’ll have tea ready for us soon.”
As they left, Sirius and Melody hung back with her real grandparents. The caring ones that acted the way they were supposed to. The kind that loved Sirius already the way they were supposed to. They didn’t hate Melody at first glance. They didn’t have a child that lived to make other lives awful.
“I hate them already,” Melody muttered. Sirius looked at her and hugged her tightly.
“I know, it’ll be over soon.” he said.
“Yeah right,” Melody snorted, “My dad is marrying into that family.”
“Oh, Melody, this must be so hard for you!” Gladys said, putting a hand on Melody’s shoulder. Sirius freed her so she could touch her granddaughter better.
“You have no idea,” Melody rolled her eyes, “Since Daddy announced their engagement to me, everything has been all wrong.”
“How so, dear?” Gladys said, smoothing Melody’s hair.
“Uh, well, Kyle cheated on me. With Marissa,” Melody shrugged.
“What! Oh, what a insolent boy!” Phil growled, his old, wise eyes flashed for a moment and Gladys had to put a hand on his arm now to calm him. It worked instantly.
“I would have never met Sirius if he hadn’t though,” Melody shrugged, “You should have seen how Sirius asked me out. And how he treats me. It’s so sweet.”
“Well, a boy should treat a girl with respect and nothing but. The boy is usually lucky to have the girl,” Phil said shaking his head.
“I believe I’m lucky to have Sirius,” Melody smiled, “Without him, I doubt I would be sane right now. I hate being alone.”
Sirius just stood there smiling and feeling a bit empty.
Sitting in the sitting room, or the Parlor as Cheryl likes to call it, was the most boring thing Melody had ever done. She said next to Sirius, hand twisted in his, listening to Cheryl talk about herself, the wedding, herself, Greg, “disgusting” wizards, herself, the wedding, and a little more about herself. Not once did her parents look at Melody, their future half-granddaughter, and not once did they try and talk to her. No one else said a word as they listened to Cheryl, no one dared.
She finally got up to cook dinner. Oddly enough, she told Melody to come and help her. Melody, who was a bad a cook as she was a potions maker, was surprised, but stood when she saw the look her father gave her. Gladys also came, insisting when Cheryl told her it was alright. Melody was relieved that her grandmother was coming with her. They would be using knives and sharp objects. She trusted Cheryl as much as Marissa.
In the kitchen, Cheryl gave Melody some vegetables to start cutting and Melody got to work. This much she could do. It was the actually cooking she needed help with. Gladys grabbed a knife and joined Melody, cutting faster at an even pace.
“So, Melody, when did you meet Sirius?” Gladys asked as Cheryl rolled her eyes. Melody grinned, loving that she could talk about Sirius with someone other then those that knew she was faking her relationship with him.
“At school, of course,” Melody began, “He had been there when I found out what Kyle and Marissa were doing. Marissa turned the whole school against me and all. He immediately started helping me, really. We became friends and then I made friends with his friends. I like them a lot more then my old friends. They were so untrusting and you couldn’t trust them at all! These guys are so. . .loyal!
“Sirius and I got really close and he asked me to go to Hogsmeade Village with him as a date. He paid for everything, literally, and we had a great time. The a few weeks later, he dragged me into the forest while it was pouring rain and took me to this clearing. It was beautiful; the sounds, the lighting, everything. And he just asked me to be his girlfriend there.” Melody shrugged and smiled, remembering it all. So long ago, it seemed, yet only a few months.
“That is sweet.” Gladys smiled.
“Sweet? Cheryl snorted, “He’s obviously hoping to get something.”
“He does all these little things,” Melody smiled, ignoring Cheryl, “These small little things that make me smile. I don’t know how anyone could break up with him.”
“You like him that much?” Gladys asked, looking very interested.
“Very much,” Melody said, lying more to herself then her grandmother without even realizing it, “He knows so much. What kisses mean, flowers, colors. . .everything really about romance. It’s really cute.”
“He knows the meaning of kisses?” Gladys raised and eyebrow.
“He taught me a lot,” Melody grinned.
After much yelling from Cheryl, a small kitchen fire, and four knives falling to the floor and just missing Melody’s toes, dinner was ready. Sadly, Cheryl did not die in any of the dangerous accidents Melody had caused. Though, she was very annoyed and ready to snap at anyone who spoke to her. That gave Melody a reason to ignore her and stifle her laughs as Sirius made faces at the back of Cheryl’s head. He finally stopped when Gladys gave him a look.
The food was passed around and Cheryl’s parents made a big deal about the food and how yummy it was. Cheryl didn’t tell them that Melody was the one that made the mash potatoes. Or that Gladys made the pot roast. This annoyed Melody. While they had cooked, Cheryl had given Melody a lecture on how she needed to learn to cook and care for a house by the time she graduated. In other words, she will not be allowed to move back in once she graduates and better not die the first week out on her own.
When everything was settled and grace was said, they began eating.
“Sirius was just telling us a fascinating story about what his friends did just the other day,” Phil said taking a sip of the dinner wine Greg had poured everyone. Except for Melody and Sirius, “It was very amusing. Him and his friends are quite the pranksters.”
“You get in trouble a lot, Sirius?” Greg asked, looking disapproving. Sirius swallowed his food and shrugged.
“Not as much as I used to, sir,” he said. Melody smiled slightly. No one had to know he has about two detentions a week. That wouldn’t look too good, especially to those looking for something to hold against Sirius.
“That’s. . .good,” Grandpa George muttered.
“Sirius is also incredibly brilliant,” Melody spoke up, “He doesn’t ever need to study and still passes tests and quizzes with perfect scores. And he’s always the first to get a spell or charm right. Even in Potions, he’s one of the top students. He’s seriously saved me when I needed help.”
“So you don’t bother picking up a book?” Cheryl asked nastily, “You slack off instead?”
“He doesn’t—”
“I never consider myself brilliant,” Sirius said, though Melody knew he did, “And I do have to pick up a book more often then not. Magic is a difficult subject.”
“Sounds like rubbish,” Grandma Betty said loudly. Sirius, who had turned quite pink when Melody said he was brilliant now was red. But not out of embarrassment. It was anger. Melody looked up, feeling her own anger rising and praying for everything to work out properly.
“Rubbish!” Betty shouted again.
“Mother,” Cheryl said, “Though I completely agree with you, please.” she looked at Sirius and then Melody in disgust.
“Sirius,” Gladys then said, trying to sound cheerful and not at all annoyed or angry, “What do you do besides play pranks and tutor Melody?”
“Hang out?” Sirius said, shaking his head thinking, “Sometimes I’ll go flying with my friend, James. He’s a real jock and since his girlfriend, Lily, doesn’t like—”
“Lily?” Cheryl said loudly, “Lily Evans?”
“Yes,” Sirius said, frowning. Cheryl looked at Melody then.
“Isn’t that the girl you and Kyle were badmouthing all summer?” she asked, glancing at Sirius for his reaction.
“Yes, but I realized I was wrong,” Melody said as Sirius just shrugged, “She’s one of the nicest, sweetest girls anyone can meet and I shouldn’t have judged her so.”
The table fell silent. Finally, Melody could not stand it any longer. She stood up, putting her napkin on the table.
“We’re excused,” she said in her bitchy voice. She grabbed Sirius’ arm and dragged him out of the dining room and up the stairs, muttering under her breath the whole way there.
-*-*-*-*-
Melody was just turning on the TV when there was a tapping on the door and Sirius slipped inside. He was in his pajama pants and a plain white t-shirt. Melody gave him a smile and spread out on her stomach, her head on the end of her bed where her feet usually went. Sirius spread out next to her, his legs hitting the head board and causing him to have to lift them in the air slightly.
They said nothing as the opening credits for
Sex and the City came on. Silently, they watched, the blueish light flashing around her room. When the half hour was up, Melody shut off the TV, immediately causing them to be laying in darkness. Melody could barely make out Sirius’ face before her eyes finally adjusted. She saw he was looking at her too.
“What are we going to do when we have to stop?” she whispered.
“I have no idea,” Sirius replied, “We’ll have to have an easy, clean one so then it wouldn’t look so weird when we actually talk to one another. . .”
“I don’t want you to walk out of my life.”
“I don’t want you to walk out of mine.”
They were quiet then, sitting close to one another, trying to think of a solution for when the time comes. If the time comes. Sirius’ blood pumped fast and hot as he felt Melody’s shoulder brush his. He had barely been able to focus on Carrie’s boyfriend problem because he had been too focus on Melody and how gorgeous she looked. Gorgeous but sad. He wanted to hold her and never let go.
Melody then looked up at him, her hair cascading over her shoulder. She reached up with one hand and touched his cheek softly. For a moment, Sirius closed his eyes, before opening them quickly. He could not lose control of himself.
“I’m curious,” Melody said suddenly, her voice soft.
“About what?” Sirius asked, just as softly, if not more.
“I hear some of your ex-es talking sometimes. . .they said you were an amazing kisser. And I wonder if you are,” she said and Sirius felt his stomach twist as he smiled slightly, “We’ve been pretended for almost three months, Sirius. Aren’t you curious? There are so many part of a real relationship that we haven’t explored yet.”
“That’s because if we go there, we put ourselves and our feelings at risk.” Sirius said, looking at her. Melody frowned.
“Is that why you stopped that day on the grounds? When I asked if you would kiss me?” Melody asked. Sirius looked away and nodded.
“I don’t want to do something I’ll regret,” he said, looking back at her. He just hoped Melody wouldn’t realized he really meant, he didn’t want to do something he would probably want more of. Melody bit her lip and leaned forward slightly.
“Well, I’m curious,” she whispered, her breath hitting his face softly, “And I want to clench my curiosity.”
“Curiosity killed the cat,” Sirius warned, his mouth suddenly dry and heart beating loudly in his chest.
“But satisfaction brought him back,” Melody smirked and before Sirius could reply, she pressed her lips up against his.
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