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A reminder: ~*~ separates the past while ~*~|*|~*~ separates the present!
Chapter: Accidental First Kiss
Ginger awoke early, feeling very excited for today’s reading. It took her quite a time to get out of her fiancé’s arms though. He was holding onto her real tight as if his arms were the only way to keep her with him. The light-brown-haired woman shook her head at the notion. He already had her heart and that meant that she belonged to him.
Swiftly she made her way downstairs to prepare breakfast and check up on the people that were invited as well as the preparations.
“First I had said a month and now it’s only two days!” she murmured excitedly.
True, the mentioned month had elapsed into two days.
The new telephone that hung on the kitchen wall rang. She answered it, “Hello, Ginger Byerly-soon-to-be-Black speaking.”
“Oh, Gin, it’s you!” it was Margo speaking on the other end. “Good morning by the way.” She giggled.
Ginger twirled her ring around her finger (it’s becoming quite a habit now) as she spoke, “Yeah, good morning to you too! So, what’s happened?”
“The christening was sort of being prepared for this Saturday, but you’re getting married by then… but then… Oh, Gin, we sort of put up everything this morning. Cicily, Harry, the Weasleys, and a whole bunch of our helpers are here fixing up the stuff. So… yes, we’re doing the celebration today so that everyone will be fresh for your wedding. Is that fine? I mean, we stole a day off of your schedule-“
Ginger grinned, “Of course it’s fine! Marcella getting Christened and all! Of course, of course, it’s fine! I’ll wake up Sirius and dress up in our best. I’ll bring some food over too, as a matter of fact.”
“You might not want to bring over more food. Molly’s had the kitchen full of it,” Margo replied seemingly reluctant.
“I’ll just bring cookies or brownies then. Nothing much to do then… that is… wait, I need to get ready now! When’s the Christening?”
Margo answered, “Today at… three o’clock.” Then there was sound in the background. It was a baby giggling really loudly and Ginger could hear Severus cooing the baby.
Margo even said, “Sev, please can you be a dear and dress up Marcey? Oh, and please put on your robes!”
His sigh was heard as well.
Ginger smiled slightly. “Well, Margo, I have to go and get ready then.”
“Sure, sure, Gin. We’ll be expecting you here though. Remember the Christening is at three o’clock,” Margo assured her.
After affirming the time and saying her good byes she hung up and ran up the stairs. Once there she entered Sirius’ room and murmured into his ear, “Hun, wake up…”
His fingers twitched and when she was going to get up from the bed, his arms were around her and he smiled even though his eyes were closed. “What if I don’t want to?”
“Sirius, honestly,” Ginger sighed, but managed to kiss him. “Marcey’s Christening is today, just so you know.”
This time the stormy-gray eyes opened and widened. “Bugger! They should’ve told us-“
“They just did; on the phone,” Ginger told him as she kissed him again and got out of his arms. “I’ll get your robes… but who’ll make the snacks?”
“You’re bringing ‘snacks’ to a Christening?” he looked at her incredulously and there was a pause.
Due to her creased eyebrows, he grinned, “Nah, just playing with you, love.”
“Whatever,” Ginger rolled her eyes as she said so. “You get showered and dressed while I make the snacks in the kitchen…”
Sirius raised his eyebrows. “There’ll be time to get there though. What time is it starting?”
“Oh three o’clock, Siri,” Ginger told him as she waved her wand at the bed.
As the bed made itself presentable and neat, Sirius replied, “There’s definitely going to be time to do something else.”
“A memory, dear, we need to read a happy one,” he told her, “before we get on a go to the Christening.”
Ginger crossed her arms and raised a dark brown eyebrow. “You want to read a memory at a time like this, Sirius?”
“Gin, love, we have ages until the Christening.”
“Well, Sirius, we have to shower, get dressed, I have to make the snacks, and give little Marcey a present,” Ginger told him off.
He counted the things off as she said them. “That’s true. Those are a lot of things to do…” He looked dejected; his shoulders had slumped by some inches, his eyes lost the bright spark that they had when he was happy or had an idea, and his lips were frowning.
Ginger’s eyes flicked from him to the journals that were on his dresser. Then she stopped looking to grasp his hands.
“Okay, we’ll read just one memory before we leave. We do have about five hours until the Christening, so an hour won’t be much to waste,” she permitted.
Sirius wrapped his arms around her and kissed her passionately.
“Wonderful, let’s get started now, but it’ll be my point of view of something… Do you think that you can choose?” he wondered as he nuzzled his nose against hers.
Her chocolate brown eyes met his stormy gray ones. “Yes, as a matter of fact I know and this might clear up what I think about the cupboard.”
Sirius bit his lip. “Oh, that memory…”
“Yes, of course,” she said lamely, “I need to know if you said that willingly or whatever – I mean, it’s been nagging at me since it happened. That’s why I never spoke to you after our date.”
He nodded solemnly. “Okay, we’re going to read that.” He let go of her to get his journal, but he lay down on the bed.
Ginger stared at him as he raised an eyebrow at her and gestured her to take the space beside him. She sighed, but smiled after accommodating herself to the small space that was in his side.
“Okay, Love, I hope that this will clear some of the corners of your mind,” he told her softly and then kissed her again.
She looked at him with vulnerability. “Let’s hope so then.”
Then he started to read from his worn journal.
November 14th, 1972 “Accidental First Kiss”
Journal, I’m sort of still dazed about what just happened as well as how my life is proceeding here at Hogwarts. I didn’t expect all of these things to happen, but they have been happening! The hat seemed to be right at the sorting ceremony though. I have gotten my quiet when I’ve asked for it. Dear James Potter has also been a great friend, but not today.
He keeps bringing up what happened today over and over again. It’s not like it’s never going to happen to him in a million years!
--Sirius Orion Black
“You’re right you know,” Ginger told him, interrupting his reading. “It wasn’t like he would ever go into it in a million years.”
Sirius agreed, “Yeah, I know. I guess I got lucky, didn’t I? Getting my first kiss from the woman I love.”
“Agh, Sirius!” she playfully scowled at him and then laughed, “Now go on, read!”
And so he did.
It had been a few months after the first day of term in my second year. I was enjoying every minute of it, but not of the plump girl that kept catching my eyes in Transfiguration class. She seemed so familiar, but I couldn’t place her name.
Bah, she was probably a person from a memory I disliked. My brain does a good job a erasing such memories. I just wonder who she is…
Wait! The chocolate brown eyes, the light brown hair, and that smile… She was that girl from back at the train! What was her name though?
“Mr. Black, care to show us the spell that I just demonstrated?”
I looked up to see who had spoken to me. To my surprise it was Professor Minnie McGonagall. Oh, how we loved to call her so! I wonder who called her Minerva… the person must have been mental, naming their child after “Mineral” or whatever. Still, the name was Latin… or was it Greek?
James jabbed me in the ribs with his elbow. I only narrowed my eyes at him. The little sneak.
“Sure thing, Professor,” I replied slickly.
Oh, man, what was the blasted spell? The book didn’t say anything at all about it.
That was when a snort was heard from across the room. I looked up and at once caught eyes with the plump girl again. How dare she meddle in my time of thinking? Didn’t she know that I’m supposed to be brilliant (absolutely brilliant) in this class?
Her hand rose up in the air. Professor McGonagall sighed, “Mr. Black, I believe that you are in for some help. So, Miss Byerly-“
Oh, so that was her name! Bugger and I didn’t know!
James jabbed me in the ribs again. I frowned at him, now looking up. That was when I stopped. Everyone was looking at me oddly except for Professor McGonagall.
“Excuse me, Mr. Black, but what is so funny?”
“Nothing, Professor, absolutely nothing,” I told her like the perfect little liar that I was.
Then again, who would me so mental to have taken the last name “Byerly” years ago? Didn’t they know that it sounded like “Buy-Early” or—that’s a good nickname, you know. I could call the chubby girl that name. If only I knew her first name…
Professor McGonagall told the girl and instantly gave me my answer, “Please continue, Ginger.”
Yes! Now that’s what I’m talking about! So her name is “Ginger”, which sounds oddly like “Ginger” bread. Hmm… Ginger Bread Bought Early?
Nice one, Siri, nice one… I grinned to myself.
James jabbed me again, this time softer. “What’re you grinning on about?”
“Nothing, ole’ chap, nothing at all,” I answered lightly.
He nodded cautiously. Maybe he saw the wicked (or mischievous) glint in my eye or maybe he noted that I was secretly happy to have made my very first nickname. Well, maybe my very first experiment to laugh at…
I mentally sighed, If only I’d been allowed a book or two that dealt with higher magic levels during the summer… Then I proceeded to sulk in a discreet kind of way. There would be enough time for funny hexes and spells later.
Ginger Byerly had said the answer that I most obviously missed (it was right underneath my nose, I swear it!). She’ll pay for that one though, I know she will and I hope that she does. I will soon take on my revenge for making me (Sirius Orion Black – as much as my middle name and last name disgust me) embarrassed in class.
Soon the bell rang and I quickly had my quill and other materials stored in my book bag. My eyes followed her plump figure out of the room even though I knew it wasn’t polite to stare, but this girl was not something safe to be around with.
“Hey, Black, what’s got your attention? Care to tell me, faithful partner in crime?” James pondered as he clicked his own book bag shut.
I guided him out of the classroom as I told him, “Nothing really, just some Ginger Bread that needs to get cooked and displayed.”
“Ah… Ginger…hmm…” James Potter, my partner in crime and also one of my first friends here, dug deep into the matter that was at hand. “Byerly, you mean?”
“Yeah.” Wonder how he knew…
He frowned. “That’s boring.”
“What the heck are you thinking about?” I asked him. “If you think that I meant liking her or whatever, that’s not it! I loathe her for embarrassing me in class and I want her to get her much needed punishment.”
“Punishment for just embarrassing you in class? Man, you have got to be thick to think that you can punish Miss Byerly.”
I blinked at him for a few seconds. “Potter, you have got to be thick. The girl might be strong physically, but not duel-wise.”
“You’re not going to do what I think you are… are you?” he asked as we approached Defense.
I gave him my smug smirk and his eyes popped.
“You have got to be thick, Black, really thick to break that rule-“
“The rule that there shouldn’t be any spells in the hallways? Pah-lease, Potter, you broke that rule too many times to count last year,” I rolled my eyes at him as the notification spread off of my lips.
He crossed his arms. “Now who told you that?”
“I was with you – how could you have forgotten?” disbelief was evident in my expression on my visage. “We went through every detention together, Potter, and you forgot! Oh the shame!”
“Black, Potter, calm it,” Remus Lupin warned calmly as he passed us and walked into the classroom.
I looked at James wearily. “And he’s our friend-“
“And he’s been through some detentions with us,” James told me as he escaped the wrath of a passing third-year.
I laughed, but I stopped when something odd happened. Everything seemed to have happened very slowly. James’ eyes popped out of their sockets, the third-year stopped and turned back, our Professor’s mouth was holding back laughter, and something huge ran at me. Or did it happen to walk out to a place behind me?
Anyway, the thing was on me and the softest things on Earth (as far as I would know: the British Isles) were pressed up on my mouth. They felt like the soft feathers of a small chick. I opened my eyes, hoping that it would just be a mutated animal waiting to eat me, but instead… there was something that I wish hadn’t been there…
Chocolate brown eyes were wide open and light-brown hair was curtained around my face.
My left eye twitched uncontrollably.
The chocolate brown eyes widened even further.
Somehow, my brain at the while is betting that she couldn’t believe this either.
It was my first kiss by accident.
And the kiss-stealer… or the owner of my first kiss that now hates my guts more than I dislike her hugeness… was none other than…
James Potter was laughing his head off for weeks after that. He kept reminding me about it and asked me: “How was it? Is she a good kisser? Did she want to snog you on the floor or something? Man, you should have seen the two of you there… it was absolutely inerasable and hilarious…”
I only kept my face straight and continued to eat, do my homework, my classwork, or read a good short story that Remus had written. Occasionally I would blink at him in three seconds and return to my list of things to do.
In the meanwhile, I could only think: James Potter had better be happy that I have good management skills…
Ginger started laughing aloud.
“What?” Sirius wondered now looking very surprised.
She answered in between her gusts of laughter, “Your – diary – is – so – funny!”
“Dear, it’s a journal,” Sirius corrected sternly as he shut his book and put it back on his dresser.
Ginger smiled at him once she stopped laughing. Her face was still red and her eyes were drowning in the last tears of her laughter. Sirius sat down as he raised an eyebrow at her.
“Okay, so it is a bloody journal,” she confessed, “Still… we have to get ready for the Christening.”
He gave her a small smile. “Well, I guess I’ll take my shower-“
“While I fix up the snacks,” she replied and then kissed the corner of his mouth. “I have to get going, Sirius, and so do you. Now come one; up you go!”
She held him up and he then held her up and held her against him.
“Sirius…” she gasped. “Get me down from here!”
“Oh, no, I won’t!” he smirked.
“Please! I’m scared of heights!”
He told her, “I’ll get you down in a moment…”
“Sirius,” this time she tried to calm herself down and not look down (event though she had only been raised up a good two feet). “Sirius, get me down from here.” Her voice was fierce and seemingly getting angrier. This was because she didn’t want to fret and make him laugh at her.
“Oh, no not yet,” he chuckled, now outside his bedroom’s door.
She glowered at him and he simply chuckled, “Don’t worry, Gin, I’ll get you down in a moment…”
He winked as she merrily rolled her eyes.
~*~|*|~*~ A/n: *sigh* That Sirius… oh well, the Christening chapter will be the next one and the wedding is nearly here! ((We’re still Missing Harry and Cicily’s wedding though… Don’t worry, it’s coming.))
Has anyone figured out who Dionysus is yet? Oh, how will the Christening be? Hmm… we need some baby names for Sirius and Ginger’s babies… (Care to give a few names? I might tell you the names early, you know. :D)
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