Chapter 9 : Falling
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Sirius stared at the ceiling of his room, arms folded behind his head. He could hear the sounds of the party his parents were hosting and scowled darkly.
Crazy pureblooded bastards.
He refused to go down to the party for a numerous number of reasons.
One, he didn’t belong with that group.
Two, the party was being held in his least favorite cousin, Bellatrix’s, honor.
Three…He knew she’d be there.
Sirius groaned and sat up, hands moving up to rub his temples as a head began to throb and his eyes closed.
Only one more day and I can spend the rest of my vacation at James’s house.
Sirius shook his head and wondered why he even came home in the first place, he knew he would just stay in his room most of the time.
Because I knew she would be here.
Sirius sighed and flopped back down on his bed. He had overheard a conversation between some Slytherins, and he was going to hex them, but when they mentioned her, his interest had been peaked and her knew he had to return home for the party because she was going to been there.
A sudden thump coming from his brother’s room through the wall that separated their rooms made Sirius shake out of his thoughts and stare at the wall momentarily before shaking his head in disgust.
Probably found some naïve girl to shag him.
Minutes passed slowly and he spent his time permanently sticking his pictures and Gryffindor banners to him walls. His seventeenth birthday had passed just a few weeks prior and he could legally use magic outside of school. Which he used to his advantage to do things to do things to annoy his parents.
He paused, mid-spell, as a scream tore through the air, and his heart stopped and his blood ran cold.
No…It sounded like…
He ran from his room, wand in hand, and didn’t waste any time opening the door to his brother’s room; opening it so hard it made a loud:
The sight that met his eyes made him see red and rage to flow through him like a wildfire.
“GET OFF OF HER!”
Rasbastan Lestrange looked up surprised. “You-“
Sirius pointed his wand at him. “Stupefy!” The red beam hit Rasbastan squarely on the chest and he slumped forward, causing the tied and struggling Emily to struggle harder, frantic screams being muffled by the cloth in her mouth.
Sirius rushed over and pushed Rasbastan’s unconscious body off the crying girl. He quickly untied her and helped her sit up, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pushing hair out of her face.
“Emily….are you alright?” He asked softly.
She took the cloth out of her mouth and pushed Sirius away, wrapping the blanket on Regulus’s bed around her protectively. “I’m fine.”
She moved off the bed and tried to stand up, but her legs buckled underneath her and she fell to the floor. She then began to sob uncontrollably. She reached over and grabbed her dressrobe, which Rasbastan had carelessly thrown to the floor when he was taking advantage of her, and buried her face in it, crying harder.
Sirius’s eyes softened and he helped her up, tying the blanket around her securely. “It’s okay Emily, he can’t hurt you anymore.”
She ignored him and held up her dressrobe. “He ripped it!”
His jaw dropped and he shook his head, leading her out of the room and into his. “You’re hysterical, sit down.”
She sat down on Sirius’s bed, looking at her dressrobe sadly. “I saved so much for this.”
Sirius shook his head and closed his bedroom door. “What is wrong with you?”
She looked up at him. “My…dressrobe…is…ripped.” She said slowly. “And I probably look awful.” She muttered, running a hand through her now messy black hair.
Sirius glared at her. “Any other girl would be horrified that they were almost raped, how can you act so normal, or rather, abnormal?”
She blinked owlishly. “I don’t know…I guess it hasn’t sunk in yet.
Sirius nodded and began to search through his dressers. “Right.” He turned to face her, a shirt and a pair of pants in his hand, and his eyes widened when he saw that Emily had dropped the blanket and was only standing in her pants and bra. He turned swiftly, ignoring the feeling of his stomach twisting uncomfortably.
“What is wrong with you?!”
Emily rolled her eyes and grabbed the clothes from him and putting them on. “A lot I suppose. I don’t know what I’m going to do when I get back to school. Rabastan is going to be harder to deal with now.”
Sirius spun around furiously. “How can you even think of seeing that bastard again?!”
“Because I have to.” Emily said simply. She stood in front of Sirius and tilted her head curiously when she saw the tint of red on his cheeks. “What’s wrong?”
His stared down at her; the feeling in his stomach growing when he saw her in his shirt, which was only half-way buttoned, reveling her purple bra for him to see. “Do you even have any modesty?”
She followed his gaze and smirked. Looking up into his eyes she leaned closer to him. “Why does it matter? Isn’t this how you like girls Sirius? Half naked?” She trailed a finger over his chest. “Where’s the woman-loving Gryffindor I heard so many rumors about?” She stood on her tiptoes and brought her lips closer.
Sirius stared at her, heart beating wildly in his chest. All thoughts of the party, his parents, his brother, and the unconscious boy in the next room disappeared. All that he saw and thought about was her.
Emily placed a hand on his shoulder while the other trailed through his hair. “Don’t you find me pretty Sirius, don’t you want to kiss me?”
Sirius’s eyes flashed with hunger.
He brought their lips together and grabbed a handful of her hair, bringing her closer. He ran his tongue over he bottom lip and she moaned, opening her mouth slightly. Sirius needed no further invitaion and deepened the kiss, one of his hands trailing down her back, pulling her flush against him.
She moaned again and Sirius was about to continue, but images of a crying and vunerable Emily flashed through his mind stepped away from Emily, pushing her away gently by the shoulders.
“No, you’re not thinking straight.”
She crossed her arms and smirked, trying to step closer. “Stop thinking I’m a vulnerable little girl.”
“I’m not.” Sirius denied, searching his mind for an excuse. “You…You’re James’ sister, it’s not right. Does he even know you’re here?”
Her smirk faded and she looked away. “He doesn’t care where I am, why does it matter?”
Sirius shook his head, refusing to answer, and changed his question. “Why are you here Potter?”
“Oh so it’s Potter again? So since I’m not crying and I’m not traumatized I no longer deserve to be called by my first name?”
“Emily…” He growled out in warning.
She shrugged. “I found coming to this as a wonderful opportunity to up my status in Slytherin.”
Sirius rolled his eyes, turning his attention away from her and started dumping all of her clothes in his dresser onto his bed. “Why would anyone what to be a blood obsessed snake?”
“We’re not all obsessed with blood, I myself find pumpkin juice much more delicious.” She laughed at her own little joke, but Sirius rolled his eyes and continued his task of removing clothes and throwing them on his bed, ignoring her.
She watched him curiously. “What are you doing?”
She nodded. “Oh…why?”
“Why else?” He pointed his wand at his clothes and they all stuffed themselves into his trunk. “I’m leaving.”
“It’s about time.” Emily said.
He looked at her. “What?”
She crossed her arms and shrugged. “Well you’re always complaining about your family and how you hate it here, but I’m curious…why now?”
He shrunk his trunk and stuffed it into the pocket of his jeans. He once again ignored her and opened his window.
She pouted, but then smirked. “Was it because of what might have happened to me?”
“That…was just the last straw.” Sirius admitted. “If shit like that is going to happen here…I don’t want to be here anymore.”
Emily motioned between them and stood up. “You know, I can really feel the love.”
He ignored her and picked up a broom that was leaning against the wall in the corner of his room. He mounted and looked at her, holding out a hand. “Come on.”
Her eyes widened and she took a step back. “W-What? You can’t be serious. Why can’t we apparate?”
“Mother set up anti-apparation spells all around the house, the only way out is to fly or to go out the front door. This is the only option we have.” He smirked. “Scared?”
She moved to Sirius’s side stubbornly. “I’m not afraid! Move.”
Sirius moved forward a bit, still looking amused. “As you wish.”
She bit her lip nervously before mounting the broom behind Sirius.
Sirius let out a gasp when she wrapped her arms around his waist in an iron grip. “We haven’t even taken off yet.” He gasped.
“Just go!” She squeaked.
Sirius glanced back at her and saw that her eyes were closed tight.
She really is afraid.
He rolled his eyes. Almost getting raped doesn’t scare her, but a broom does.
He kicked off and flew towards the open window…just as the door to his room flew open just as they made it out.
Emily opened her eyes and looked behind her. She saw Regulus standing at the window, looking confused and angry.
Sirius couldn’t help but smirk at his brother before speeding off before Emily could respond to Regulus, and let out a bark like laugh when Emily squeaked and held on tighter to him.
“It’s okay.” He said. “I promise I won’t let you fall.”
She stared at the back of his head for a moment before sighing and resting her head on his back, inhaling deeply.
He smells nice.
Sirius wasn’t sure what she was thanking him for, but placed one of his hands over hers.
Emily sighed sadly. I wish…I wish that you could keep that promise…Sirius Black, but I’ll never stop falling.
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