I found the cure to growing older
And you're the only place that feels like home
. . .
I'm the first kid to write of hearts, lies, and friends
And I am sorry my conscience called in sick again
-Fall Out Boy
When I woke up, it was dark in the room, and most of my body was sore. It didn’t take long at all for me to remember why. I grinned devilishly when I turned over once and felt something warm and soft. I encircled my arms around Sirius and was impressed by the tautness of his body; it was kind of like hugging a horse. Last night, I hadn’t exactly gotten a chance to appreciate everything about him . . . But I had a feeling that there would be plenty of time for that.
He grumbled sleepily and turned around to face me. His eyes were still half closed and part of his fringe seemed to defy gravity. “G’mornin’.”
“Good morning,” I said. I sounded quite pleased. The soreness was nothing more than a dull hum; it was a pleasant dull hum, at that.
It was nice to see that The Morning After wasn’t awkward . . . Especially since the actual thing had been slightly awkward; not the pairing, just the actions. I mean, it wasn’t like either of us really knew what we were doing. But, of course, there were ways to change that . . .
I picked up Sirius’ wrist and leisurely glanced at his watch. Eight o’clock. “Don’t I have class right now?”
He smiled. “Nope, it’s Saturday.”
Well, if your goal had been to distract Sirius from his sorrows, it seems like you’ve done a
pretty good job.
Even if that wasn’t your goal, you still did a pretty good job . . .
“So, it’s Saturday morning. What could two, non-virgins do to pass the time until it becomes a plausible hour to be awake?”
Sirius laughed. It was nice; it was rough, warm, and familiar. “You’re up for more?”
I shrugged. “Yeah. But on one condition . . .” I pecked Sirius once on the lips, before rolling on top of him, so that I straddled his waist, and other parts of his body. “It’s my turn.”
Sirius looked confused for a moment. His head lay against the pillows, and his short-ish, dark hair contrasted the crisp white of the pillow case. Suddenly, Sirius’ eyes widened and he looked up at me in surprise.
“That sounds great! Of course, if you want to-”
I bit my bottom lip playfully. “Well . . . If you’d rather do it like last night . . .”
He cut me off quickly. “No, no. This is way is just fine. In fact, it’s great.”
I laughed. “Alright, well, lie down and shut up.”
He leaned up and kissed me. “You’ve got it, Anastasia.”
Afterwards, Sirius and I were lying in the bed, facing each other. His right hand was intertwined with my left hand above our heads, and his fingers soothingly stroked my own. It was hilarious the way his hand dwarfed my own, just like the rest of him dwarfed the rest of me.
“I like it that way,” Sirius told me, smiling. “I like it a lot.”
“Oh, great, now you’ve turned into a sex-crazed maniac like Remus and Pete.”
Sirius laughed, and wrapped his arms around my bare shoulders. I pulled my fingers from his, turned on my other side, and he had snuggled up to my back.
His skin touching mine sent another pleasant tingle through my body. In the past twelve hours or so, I had had plenty of pleasant tingles, and believe me when I say - you don’t
get tired of them.
I later found out, that as Sirius and I lay in the bed, flirting and snogging, James and Remus were back in the Gryffindor common room . . .
Remus and James were both lounging on the couch. Remus was reading, and James was laying back, his eyes closed, with a malcontent, neutral expression. It was nearly noon, and neither had seen Anna or Sirius all day.
“Where’s Sirius?” Remus asked, looking up from his book, momentarily.
James shrugged. “I dunno.”
Remus went back to his book.
A moment later, James opened his eyes and looked at Remus. “Where’s Anna?”
Remus looked up again and shrugged. “I dunno.”
Both boys went back to their previous activities for a few moments, before shooting back up and casting avid, wary glances at each other.
What if . . .
Personally, I found that quite hilarious.
“Sirius,” I whispered in his ear. “Is it just me, or is it rather awkward lying naked in a bed next to your best mate?”
He laughed heartily. “Well, I do have to agree with you. But, let me just say that I think it’s something I won’t have a bit of trouble getting used to.”
It was my turn to laugh. “Man, I love you . . . Now, maybe we should go find our friends, so they don’t realize anything’s happened. I’d kind of like to know how long we can keep this secret without them finding out. It’ll be fun.”
“I agree,” Sirius said, rolling out of bed and falling onto the floor. “I just have one request. Could you not come near me while you’re getting dressed? I just feel like seeing you putting on a bra and knickers is going to make me want to take them off again.”
“Of course.” And as much as I liked the idea of him taking them off again, suspicion would soon arise.
Five minutes later, we were successfully clothed and sneaking out of the Room of Requirement. I quickly poked my head out the door to make sure that no one was passing by as we snuck out. With no one there to witness it, we scurried out the door and quickly made our way to the Gryffindor common room, where we knew the Marauders would be waiting.
The first person we met on the way back was Darren, who was hopping out of the portrait hole just as we were climbing in. He took one look at us, winked, mouthed something, and went on his merry way.
Well, he obviously knows.
“What did he mouth?” I asked Sirius.
Sirius paused for a moment. “Er, I think it was meant for my ears only.”
“Tell me, please,” I demanded.
He shrugged. “Oh, whatever. He said, ‘Nice. Tap that arse.’”
I shook my head in amusement; I was friends with the most perverted people ever born. “Yeah, he would say that.”
The next person we met was James, who immediately began fussing over Sirius. “Mate! Where were you last night! I was so worried; I thought the giant squid got you!”
“The giant squid is a vegetarian,” Sirius pointed out.
“That’s what he wants you to think!”
We pushed James, the (clueless) nutter, aside and continued in to see Remus on the couch. “Is it lunch time?” I asked, as we approached. I figured I’d just act normal. “I’m starving!” Which was extra true, considering . . .
“Yeah, let’s go,” Remus agreed, putting down his book. “Where were you guys?”
“Room of Requirement.”
“With the Head Boy.” And the creepy part was, I wasn’t the one who said ‘with the Head Boy.’
“Has anyone ever told you that you’re the creepiest human being alive?” Remus asked Sirius, as we all got up to go to the Great Hall.
“He was obviously kidding,” James explained. “ . . . At least I hope he is?”
“Duh!” Sirius exclaimed. “Anastasia was with the Head Boy, and I was in the Room of Requirement.”
Aww, look! The dumbarse said something smart for once!
That isn't anyway to talk about the bloke who just fuc-
. . . Just saying.
“Seamus, is now really the time for this?” I was absolutely bored out of my mind, and Seamus - my ever-dutiful Head Boy - was eagerly planning the next Hogsmeade outing, and was even going as far as to plan out the whole Graduation deal. “You do realize we’ve got three weeks until the next Hogsmeade trip? And nearly two months until the end of the year?”
He nodded, still scribbling furiously in his little notebook. “Yes, but I’d rather be early than late . . . Or not at all.”
I raised my eyebrows. Go ahead, take a crack at me! I don’t give a crap - today, I got laid, and you didn’t.
I smiled evilly.
“What’s wrong with your face?”
“Nothing . . . You sure you aren’t looking in a mirror?”
He snorted. “Clever. Now, can you at least concentrate long enough to plan the Hogsmeade trip? Those aren’t even difficult to do. I mean, I know you’d like to be shagging Sirius right now, but-”
Please, please, tell me this is like Fifth year, when everyone just assumed-
“What? You and Sirius are doing it; I talk to Darren, you know.”
I stared blankly at the blond-haired, blue-eyed boy, who at the moment was smirking and fidgeting happily.
“Bloody wanker,” I muttered under my breath. “I didn’t even tell him and he’s gone around saying it.”
“He only told me and Stephen,” Seamus assured me. “But . . . That was about two hours ago, so I can’t say for sure who he’s told by-”
“Anna Xanthis! What the hell!?”
Cue the babbling, bumbling band of baboons. AKA - the idiots. AAKA - the dumbarses. AAAKA - my best mates.
James was marching into the library, completely ignoring the shrill, screeching tones of Madam Pince, the middle-aged librarian. He was followed shortly after by Remus who just looked amazed.
“Uhh, hi?” I cowered under the confused wrath of James. Across from me, Seamus was nearly on the floor in laughter.
Before James could get a chance to respond, Darren strutted in, watching the scene happily, and cackling.
“What the bloody hell?! Where is he?! Why didn’t you tell us?! What the bloody hell?!”
Still behind James, a rather tired and scrawny-looking (except for his disproportionally muscled upper torso) Remus was mouthing incomprehensible words. Not, of course, that any words mouthed were comprehensible to me.
James had gotten so worked up that his glasses had fogged, his cheeks had reddened, and his hands were twitching. I don’t think he was so much angry, as he was a combination of surprised, shocked, and upset about not being told right away. But, at the very least, the transpired events seemed to temporarily distract him from the devastation of the night before.
“Darren!” James now rounded upon the traitorous informant. Darren looked dazedly up at James, his blue eyes sliding in and out of focus.
Wow, that bloke really has focus issues . . . I wonder how stoned he is?
“Where’s Sirius?” James bellowed.
“Dunno. Probably in the Great Hall.”
And all while this conversation was held, and James marched noisily out of the library, with a still gob-smacked Remus in tow, Madam Pince was screeching and whining; most others had left the library.
For the full five minutes that James, Remus, and Darren were gone, Pince stalked over to me and Seamus, and yelled incomprehensible, angry things at me. When the posse returned (this time, with Sirius), she rounded on them.
Before we knew it, Minnie had arrived on the scene. She rushed in from the corridor, probably checking in on the ruckus. When her eyes searched out the culprits, she seemed to almost smile.
“Now, really, boys! I would’ve thought that you - upstanding boys who fight for what’s right in the world - would know enough to not cause a scene in the library!” Minnie was tapping her foot impatiently, probably concentrating all her effort on that; I saw her lip twitch a few times. “Now tell me, Mr. Potter, Mr. Black, Mr. Lupin . . . What is the cause of this chaos?”
James. Tactless, lovable, dumbarse James.
“Sirius and Anna did it!”
I think it may have taken Minnie a few moments to catch on, but the look on her face clearly illustrated that she did.
Perhaps James’ awkward confession was what cracked her. She burst out laughing, and through her guffaws, claimed, “You three boys - as well as Miss Xanthis, and Mr. Wood, who I’m sure was a part of the problem, as well - will be in detention with me tonight, for disturbing the peace.”
This put the Marauders in heaven, making it the first time, ever, that someone not attendng Hogwarts recieved a detention there.
Then, without another word, Minnie left the library to a confused group of boys (and girl - me,) and a pleased librarian.
Before the conflict and confusion could escalate again, Pince kicked the Marauders, Darren, myself, and Seamus (for good measure) out of the library.
Yay! Happy days!
“Alright. Now, Anna, I expect you to cooperate fully with this operation.”
Cooperate fully? Cooperate fully?! FUCK cooperating fully!
James, the bloody, curious bastard, had me tied to a chair, and I was unable to maneuver myself out.
“I will not cooperate fully!” I insisted.
“Neither will I!” Next to me, James had Sirius in a similar position. Sirius, however, was much closer to bursting from his captivity, and pummeling James. Remus was attempting to linger innocently in the background, and Darren did nothing but laugh hysterically.
“This is all your fault,” I accused.
He nodded, looking pleased with himself. “Yeah, I know.”
James looked warily at Sirius, probably taking into account the fact that Sirius was much taller, and much stronger than him. “Alright, let’s do this quick . . . Anna Xanthis, did you, or did you not, sleep with Sirius Black.”
I pursed my lips, making fishy faces and crossing my eyes at James.
“Is that your final answer?” I managed to get enough movement in my left hand to flip James off. He saw.
“You are not cooperating fully with this investigation!”
And, finally, Sirius broke free and tackled James to the ground.
Perhaps I forgot to mention - this was all taking place in a secluded corner in the Entrance Hall.
However, once Twitchy began to make her rounds-of-hell (keep in mind, this was in the early afternoon - there was no reason to be doing rounds,) our interrogation corner was no longer so secluded.
“What in the world do you students think you’re doing?!”
In case you can’t imagine the scene that Twitchy found before her, here it is: Remus, standing a few meters away from everything, leaning against a wall and looking at his feet. Darren, standing a bit closer than Remus, and, at the moment, on the ground, refereeing the wrestling match between James and Sirius. James, squished under the heavy weight that was Sirius Black, crying out in discomfort, and trying to breathe properly. Sirius, his entire weight resting on scrawny James. Not yelling, like James was, but growling, and mumbling about invasion of privacy. And then there was me - bound to a chair, with no prospect of escaping.
Darren looked lazily up at Twitchy, probably before deciding he didn’t give a shit; he continued to ref the match between James and Sirius.
Remus also glanced lazily at Twitchy, before looking back to his feet.
James and Sirius paid no attention to her.
I had no choice in what I did, really, as I was strapped to a chair.
what in the world do you students think you are doing?!”
Still, completely ignored. Except by Remus, who chose that moment to point out, “Well, we’re, not students.” He gestured to himself and the wrestling boys.
Twitchy’s face, previously pink, escalating to a dull, red color. “Then you shouldn’t be in this school.”
“McGonagall said it was okay.” Remus shrugged.
From dull red to bright red.
“Stop it!” Twitchy screeched, directing it at James and Sirius. Her sunken, wide eyes and bat-like, black dress robes gave her the appearance of the bad-guy in a horror film.
They ignored her. It was funny.
Finally, she pulled her wand out and blasted the two apart. James went flying across the Entrance Hall, and Sirius went flying the other way. They both dropped to their butts and skidded another meter or two before stopping, getting up, and walking back to where we all were.
I sighed, exasperated before she even started her rant. “What?”
“What is the meaning of this!?”
I raised my eyebrows at her. “You’ve got to be kidding. Does it really look like I was involved in this?” I fidgeted wildly inside my binds, showing my inability to get out.
Twitchy laughed evilly. Actually, I don’t think it would be possible for her to laugh not evilly. She shook her pointer finger at me all the while, nodding like she’d figured out something important. “Aha! That’s what you’d like me to think! But, in actuality, you’ve orchestrated this entire event yourself, having your-” she paused, “-friends
pretend they’ve done it all-”
“You’ve got to be bloody kidding me!” I growled through clenched teeth.
It’s lunchtime . . . I really want a sandwich.
Get out of my head, stomach. There are more important things to think about right now.
“Profane language!” Twitchy cried, more in the tone of someone worried about a bomb.
Grrr . . . It wasn’t even that bad.
So, at that precise moment, both Twitchy and I began yelling at each other at the top of our lungs; I heard nothing she was trying to say. I think she might have heard some of my stuff, though, because I was much louder.
I think that I am the only Head Girl ever to get into an argument like this with a teacher. Oh, well, they should be happy I’m giving them a good name.
In a fit of excitement I was able to break my hands and arms free from captivity. With no better ideas, I grabbed my shirt and shouted, “Don’t tempt me! I’ll let them out, again!”
“Miss Xanthis, Professor Tsacria - may I ask what is happening?” Minnie appeared around the corner.
Hmm . . . Guess this isn’t quite as secret and secluded as we thought . . . Or, maybe, we’re just being really loud.
“Miss Xanthis is-”
“Twitchy’s being bitchy!”
Minnie heaved a sigh and looked tiredly at me. “Miss Xanthis. You do realize that this is atrocious behavior for a Head Girl . . . Not to mention any student at all.”
I pouted and crossed my arms (the only part that I could move.)
“Yeah? Well she blasted James and Sirius apart!” And, it seemed that Minnie noticed the wrestling pair for the first time.
“Potter, Black! Stop, now!” And they did.
See? All you have to do is not be a complete fuckhead and they’ll listen to you
, I thought towards Twitchy.
Minnie looked exasperatedly at the scene. At least, at that point, Darren and Remus had stopped conversing, and both were looking quietly on at the moment.
“Now, Miss Xanthis, do you care to tell me why you are partially tied to a chair?”
I nodded. Yes, Minnie, I
would like to tell you.
“They did it,” I pointed to all the boys.
She raised an eyebrow at all of them. Then she shook her head.
“Boys. You’re in detention tonight! Again! Yes, Lupin, Black, Potter - that means you, too.
“No, I don’t care that you’re no longer in this school, just as I didn't care less than an hour ago
in the library, where I already gave you a detention! You must be quite proud of yourselves; I’m pretty sure no one else has managed to get one detention, let-alone two, after they’ve graduated.”
With one quick, sweeping glance over the scene, Minnie prepared to depart. “Now, I want all evidence of this little event cleared up. Immediately.” And, then, she turned and began to walk away.
“Excuse me!” It was the first outburst from Twitchy in well.
“Yes?” Minnie turned around.
“What about her?” Twitchy cried angrily, pointing an old, skinny finger at me.
“Oh, yes.” And, for once in her life, Minnie actually looked disappointed at having to scold me. “Well, I suppose you can join the boys in detention tonight, on account of, er, foul language and more disturbing the peace.
“And you.” She rounded on Twitchy. “Since you seem so adamant about properly punishing offenders, you’re on probation, Professor.”
Oh. Oh, yes, this is quite possibly the best . . . no, second best thing that happened today.
Haha, yeah. The first one has this beat . . .
Focus! Twitchy’s getting yelled at!
I snapped my head towards the confrontation. And, oh, was it wonderful. Minnie looked incredibly pleased with herself, and Twitchy looked ready to kill someone. “On what grounds?” she cried indignantly.
“For the improper use of magic on a student. Blasting about fighting students is not the right way to break up a conflict. You could have seriously injured them. I do not expect an incident like this to happen again. Good day.”
Yeah, Minnie pretty much hates Twitchy’s guts . . . And it’s wonderful.
I smiled really big.
The Twitch-miester looked menacingly at the five of us, but turned around in a huff and stalked away.
We all cheered.
It was hilarious.
And that’s when I realized that all the teachers left before I was untied.
“Please, let me out,” I whined.
“Fine.” James relented, waved his wand, and I was free. “Now, will you answer me, please?”
I looked at Sirius, briefly, and nodded.
“Okay. So . . . Did you, Anna Xanthis, or did you not do it with Sirius Black?”
“I, Anna Xanthis, did it with Sirius Black!”
Darren cried, “I knew it!”
And Remus giggled.
Remus giggled more.
“Oh, snap!” yelled Darren.
James gasped again, and his jaw dropped.
Then, Sirius stepped in. “Don’t lie, Anastasia.”
“Actually, it was three times.”
With James completely speechless, Remus took control of the interrogation. "So, does this mean you two are going out?"
Sirius barely let a second go by before answering, "No, no, of course no-"
"Wait," I cut him off. "Yes. It does."
A/N: Ta-da!!! Funny. :D
A/N2: So, ever since I discovered that slide show maker, I've been having tons of fun making crappy slideshows. :D Therefore, I present to you, eager readers, a preview of the sequel to Polychromatic, Versicolor!
A/N3: Hooraaaaay! One AP down, two to go. Congrats to anyone else who finished the AP US History Exam today (or any other AP exam, for that matter)! All of you need to go and do something to celebrate. See a movie, get some ice cream, whatever makes you happy. 'Cause if you make it though those tests, your brain deserves a break. :D