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Caught In The Fire by DeathCabForCutie
Chapter 9 : Gives You Hell
 
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“You are ridiculous!” I screamed at him as we shivered on top of the astronomy tower. “You are absolutely ridiculous! I don’t even like him!”

Sirius ran his hand through hair furiously, his eyes blazing with jealousy, “He had his hands all over you!”

“He tried to hold my hand! That’s it! And I stopped him!”

“He wanted to do more than ‘hold your hand’!” Sirius scoffed bitterly as he leaned against the edge wall.

I went over to him and forced him to look at me. “Hey! I did not ask him to sit next to me! Okay? You’re acting like I tried to make this happen…”

“Well you didn’t exactly-“

“SIRIUS ORION BLACK!” I shouted venomously, “Don’t you dare insinuate-“

He pinned me to the wall, “Don’t call me by my full name!”

“Why? What are you going to about it? You big-“  My words were cut off by his lips hot on mine.

 

 

Livid, I reacted quickly by pressing myself to him hard and kissing back viciously. For a moment or two we just were there, caught in the fire of our dangerous loving hate of one another. After mere moments we pulled apart. His arms linked around my waist, my arms around his neck, I felt my chest rise and fall as the butterflies in my stomach made me feel weightless. Then he looked at me.

 

 

“I’m sorry.” He grunted pushing one of my bangs back behind my ear all romantically, “I shouldn’t have…I just don’t like…Men -or boys in his case- around you.”

I glared up at him intently, “Well you should at least have the decency to trust me.”

“I do trust you.” He rolled his eyes slightly.

“Oh yeah,” I drawled sarcastically, “You really show it.”

Sirius scoffed again. This time he shook his hair out of his eyes. “I trust you. I just don’t want anybody touching you. Alright?”

“What are you going to do? Hit everybody that looks at me?”

“We will start with those who touch,” He smirked arrogantly as he pulled me closer, “Then I will move on to those who have the AUDACITY to look at my girlfriend.”

I froze and starred at him blankly. “Girlfriend?”

“Um….” Sirius went deer in the headlights.

“Well?”

He let go of me and scratched his neck. “Ummm…”

 “Two months and I’m your girlfriend?”

“Ahhh…”

I laughed as he avoided my face. “Sirius?” My jaw dropped as I saw his face getting redder and redder, “ARE YOU BLUSHING?” I cried incredulously as his face became the color of a tomato.

“No…no!” He attempted to reply flippantly. “It’s just hot out here…”

“It’s January.”

“I…” He stammered blushing slightly, “You know what?! Screw it you heard what I said!”

“Are you blushing?!” I questioned incredulously.

“NO!” Sirius hollered rushing towards the door and continuing down the stairs.

“YOU SO ARE!”

“Shut up!”

“SIRIUS BLACK IS BLUSSSSSSSSSSHINNNNNG!”I laughed excitedly as I saw his normally tan skin glow redder and redder with ever step he took.

 

 

He groaned as he tried to out walk me. I wasn’t about to let him out walk me. So I bit my lip heroically and lunged at him, tackling him to the ground with all my weight. Knocking him to the floor hard.

 

 

 “What-was-that-for?” Sirius snorted as he rolled over and held me as against his chest.

 I frowned down at him, “You were being moody.”

“So you jumped me?”

I smirked and nodded, “Pretty much.”

He shook his head with laughter and pulled us both up to our feet. “You’re such a weird little thing.”

“Little?!” I challenged crossing my arms over my chest.

“Yeah-“ Sirius paused picking me up and pinning me to the wall. “Little. Portable.”

I grinned at him as his hand more securely grabbed my ass. “Oh?”

“Yes.” He muttered before pressing his jaw passionately upon mine.


 

 

For a few minutes we stayed there in the open empty corridor snogging determinedly. When he released my lips from his own I tilted back my neck and tried to catch my breath as he left a hot trail of kisses from the tip of my mouth to the top of my bra. My legs grip on his waist tightened and I impulsively jerked his face toward mine. We carried on like this contently for only brief moments before we heard footsteps coming from the staircase only feet from us. Almost instinctively, Sirius dropped me to the floor and half-threw me into the nearest broom closest. I covered my mouth to stop from coughing but Sirius was quick enough to stop himself from sneezing loudly. Panicking, he threw a cloak over me as the footsteps rushed towards us and wrenched the door open.

 

 

My jaw dropped as I saw James Potter and Lily Evans glares for Sirius fade into amused grins. “What are you doing Paddy?”

“Um,” Sirius started nervously before chuckling and grabbing a mop. “Needed this.”

“For what?” Evans asked suspiciously raising her light red eyebrows.

Boyishly he shrugged evasively, “Marauder business.”

“Do you know about this?” Evans questioned Potter half-heartedly.

 “No but I wouldn’t question it…” Potter shook his head and snorted. “We’ll leave you to your cleaning supplies.”

Evans grabbed the door, “Don’t get caught Sirius.”

Sirius gave her his full on charming smile. “Honey do I ever?”

“Don’t call me that.” She muttered back snappily walking down the hallway hand in hand with Potter.

I waited then pulled off the cloak. “What’s with this cloak? Why didn’t they see me? Is this an invisibility cloak?”

“…” His face was slightly torn but he nodded, “Yeah but you can’t tell anybody about it…It isn’t exactly mine.”

I went out the door and smiled, “I can keep a secret.” I leaned into his ear, “Snuffles.”

“Snuffles?” He crinkled his nose.

“Could you have sneezed any louder?”

He laughed and ruffled my hair as he wrapped his arm around me, “Whatever Jules.”





 

 
 

“Jules!”


 

 

I exhaled loudly and raised my head to check the time. I had thirty minutes before I had to go to work. Which meant I slept through my alarm. Which meant I was fucked. It took me an hour to go through my routine of waking up. Shower, change into work clothes, grab morning paper, go to bagel shop, do the crossword at said establishment and walk into work fully awake. Walking up late meant; no crossword, a ten minute shower and no bagel…I love bagels…The only thing I love more than a perfect freshly baked bagel is a sugar butter cookie and I hardly ever get a chance to pick them up. Mortally depressed I rose and rushed into the shower.

 


 

Hearing my watch timer go off on the sink I swore and almost slipped into a face plant from getting out of the shower. Already twenty minutes into my day and it was turning out STUPENDOUS. I bolted to my closet and just sloppily grabbed a pair of faded jeans, a plain grey shirt/hoodie and my tennis shoes. My actual work-professional-want-to-be-taken-seriously outfit would take more time than I had to get into successively without fear of something being on wrong. My hair was still sopping wet so I managed to dry half of it, put on some eyeliner and journey into the living room. What I didn’t expect to see was Lorenzo, Nik and Renee having a talk on the couch.

 


 

“What’s going on? Which one of you woke me?” I asked them as I searched the kitchen cabinets for a cereal bar or a hidden blueberry muffin.

“What are you doing?” Renee inquired, worried by my erratic appearance.

“Woke up late, need food.” Too early for clear sentences I decided after hearing my words replay in my own head.

Lorenzo laughed, “Ah Paxton?”

I turned to see what he wanted and saw that the glorious man he is stopped and got me bagels…Oh I could kiss him. “I love you man-“ I paused to gulp down the bagel, “How did you know?”

He shrugged sheepishly, “Just did."
 
“Jules, I woke you.” Nik began bluntly as rubbed his own worn dark eyes, “Listen what are you doing this Friday?”

“What I do every Friday…Work.” I replied buttering another bagel before shoving it down my throat.

“What about after work?”

“Sleep.”

He sighed, obviously too tired to deal with my routinely boring life. “Before you sleep can you come over? Renee wants you to try on your dress.”

“Is it pink?” I shot at him in between bites, “Because I know that little wench would do that to me.”

“Jules,” He smiled, “You will wear whatever she picks even if she’s making you wear it just to get a rise out of you.”

“Whatever…When is the wedding date?”

“July 24th.”

“Well we have to go but I will make sure to take off.” I squished his cheeks condescendingly, grabbed my shades, half hazardly put them on and threw Renee a bagel –much to her enjoyment.

Lorenzo and I walked down the stair exactly in step with one another. “Who are you taking to the wedding?”

“Um…” The question took me off guard, “I don’t know…I haven’t given it much of a thought…” Tension suddenly surrounded the two of us to the point where I felt the need to lighten up the mood, “I mean you’re always pushing Connor on me so I think maybe I’ll take him as my hot date.”

“Oh?” Lorenzo grinned appreciatively, “Connor will be thrilled. Even right it down in his journal with capital letters.”

“Yes because fourteen year old girls have diaries. Only real men have journals…” I mocked carelessly as we were feet away from the apparation point.

“Finally,” He fake whimpered, “Someone understands.”

I rolled my eyes as we reached the marker, “Shut up and apparate.”


 

 

The unusual sensation of my insides twisting and turning seemed almost familiar now. Apparating right in front of Frank Longbottom -as he was pouring his tea- I continued on my office. With a sigh I checked my calendar and was relieved to find that today I didn’t have any meetings. If I had Ms. Dolores would be up my ass about me not wearing the ‘proper work attire.’  Sitting down I cracked my neck and took one step out of my office before almost getting run over by two red head toddlers. Laughing to myself, I stopped them.

 

 

 
“Woah there boys. Where do you think you two are going?”

The one with chocolate on his face smiled mischievously much to my surprise. “Nowheress…”

“Oh really?” I picked them both up shaking my head. “Well good thing I know who you two little rascals belong to.”

“Put us down!” They shouted as I carried them across to the Missue of Muggle Artifacts offices.

“Arthur?” I asked knocking on the door.

“I will get to you in a moment Paxton.” He responded calmly as he finished reading the letter in front of him. “What’s the problem?”

“Well,” I started before showing him what was in my arms, “I found these terrorizing upstairs…I thought you might want them back.”

His face went from confusion to panic, “How did…? I didn’t bring them to work.”

The boys giggled amongst themselves as I set them down in front of him.

“How did you two get here?”

The one without chocolate on his face made his face look so innocent I had trouble believing he had done it. “Daddy…We fell into your bag…”

“I have a hard time believing you fell into my bag George...Your mother must be having a fit. “ He turned to me, “Thank you Paxton.”

I nodded, “Just doing my civic duty.”







 

 

On my way out I saw a howler flying into his office and for some reason I had a feeling it was from Mrs. Weasley. Frank Longbottom rushed up to me as I turned to corner up to my cubical.

 

 

“They’re interrogating Lestrange downstairs.”

My eyebrows shot up. I was hardly ever asked to join an interrogation. “They want me there?”

“They want you to do it.”

“What?” I all but yelped.

He nodded understanding my confusion. “It’s what they said.”

“Um…” I swallowed my spit nervously, “Okay..”

 

 

I followed him and tried to mentally prepare myself. I wasn’t just observing an interrogation. I was leading it. My rusty heart was going so fast I thought it might break. I never thought I’d be put in this situation. If it was any other Death Eater I’d probably be thrilled to be given the chance to grill them for information. Lestrange …I shivered thinking of him. Why did it have to be someone that I have a very sketchy history with? Taking deep breaths I cleared my head. I could do this. I just couldn’t remember the time we went skinny dipping or when he asked me out instead of Bellatrix…It would be okay right? I let out a sharp breath and tried erase it from my memory.
 

 

 

“Paxton,” Kyle Browning nodded at me firmly as I walked in.

I gave him a curt nod in return. “Browning.”

 

 

Leo Thompson and Thomas Jefferies glared at me in their usual sexist manner. I sent them icy stares but through my shades they saw nothing but my lips thinning. Kingsley stood in front of the door connecting to the interrogation room with Lestrange’s file. He didn’t look too pleased to hand me it but he did. In my office a grand total of three Aurors like me, four respect me and only two have the decency to be generally indifferent about me. Thompson and Jefferies were chauvinist pricks and if they were watching my interrogation I was more than willing forget my past and man up to the job.

 


 

“Am I the only one going in?”

“I start it Paxton,” Lorenzo told me walking past me to the door. “Then you come in after five minutes and then Moody comes in after your done.”

“Alright.”  I pursed my lip determinedly.







 

 
Lorenzo then went through the doors without any hesitation. Then again this wasn’t his interrogation. Thou he put in as much time as I had he still was a year older –which made a difference to the administration- and male –made a difference to all the other Auror’s who didn’t appreciate that two Auror’s were females. Kingsley walked out and went back to most likely finish his case work leaving me with dumb and dumber.

 

 


“So…Paxton…How did you catch him anyway?” Jefferies started in a sneer.

“Yeah,” Thompson snickered crossing his arms over his vast chest, “Did you flash him your tits or something?”

I scrunched my face up, did he REALLY just say tits?
“Ah…Thompson please tell me that’s not how you stop known murders…One flash of your man boobs surely would make any of them beg for mercy.”

“Oh ha-ha,” Thompson shot back angrily, “You think your hot shit don’t you?

Rolling my eyes I shook my head and ignored him.

Jefferies grabbed a chair and sat in front of me, “What? Not so ballsey when DeMarko leaves the room are you?”

“Yeah,” Thompson agreed standing next to me, “You’d think someone like you would be too high and mighty to associate with him. You know him being half-blood and all. Weren’t you raised to spit on people like him?”

Not going to bite. He wants me to snap at him.

“Did you wear pearls and tiara’s?” Jefferies smirked arrogantly, “Have your six house elves clean your nails after shaking hands with those that didn’t come from noble birth?”

Thompson leaned forward. “Yeah. We’ve been wondering. Why a person like you. Would chose a profession like this.” He paused and lowered is voice, “Getting your hands dirty and all.”

“But then we realized,” Jefferies stepped in darkly, “That you don’t mind getting dirty.”

“If you two don’t get away from her. I will let her hit you.” Alice announced as she came in and gave them both scalthing looks. “Why don’t you two go make yourselves useful and go work on your case loads?”

“Oh because you’re intimidating.”

“What?” I shot removing my shades, “And you are?”

Thompson seemed jumbled by my reaction but Jefferies rose up to meet the challenge. “What are you going to do?”

I smiled at him sweetly before grabbing his ear and twisting it like he was a bad twelve year old. “If you don’t leave I’ll pull it off.”

“Fine!” He shouted enraged that I chose this petty method to defeat him, “Just let go!”

 I ordered, “Apologize to her.”

“I’m sorry,” Jefferies grumbled under his breath bitterly.

I released his ear and kicked him in the ass joyfully, “Run along now.”

Alice starred me in amazement. “How do you do that?”

“Do what?”

 
 
 

My question was never answered because at that moment Lorenzo walked out of the room. His face was blank but I could tell what he was thinking. Evenly, I pulled my shades back on my face and offered Alice a small smile.

 

 

“Thanks Longbottom.”

“You can call me Alice,” She muttered in quiet voice.

I genially smiled. “Okay, I will then.”

“What’s your first name?”

“Juliette.”

“Okay then,” Alice grinned unwaveringly in the doorway, “I’ll see you around Juilette.”

I grinned back freely, “You too Alice.”


 

 

Lorenzo waited until she was gone to give me a look. “What-was-that?”

“…You were there!”

“You interacting with other life forms besides myself…” He scratched his non-existent beard. “Strange…”

I sighed, “Um…I’m going to go interrogate a mass murderer now…You have fun with ...that.”

 

 

He nodded and looked off in the distance wistfully making me seriously question his insanity. Flipping into a professional, indifferent mode I saw him smirk as his eyes traveled over me. I stayed impassive as I moved to sit in the chair across from him.


 

 

“Rodolphus.” I muttered crossing my arms and leaning back in my chair.

“Well, well, well isn’t this ironic? The one Slythern girl who didn’t want to marry me became a Auror. Funny really.”

I looked at him blankly, “Yeah. I’m just dying over here.”

“Do you honestly think I will answer your questions?”

“No but if you don’t you’ll just spend some extra time with the dementors.”

His eyebrows rose at my calm response. He wasn’t expecting me to be so neutral. “What are your questions then?”

“How many Death Eater’s do you know of?”

“One,” He smiled arrogantly, “Me.”

“I said ‘know of’ not 'have proof of.'

 

 

Lestrange just continued starring at me condescendingly so I put my feet on the table and pulled my hoodie over my face. When we were younger he hated being ignored. So that’s exactly what I was going to do. For a hour and a half I just sat there and pretended to fall asleep. The thing is I’m excellent at it so he couldn’t tell the difference. I could hear his chair rock as he anxious and angry that he wasn’t even important enough to get even half of my attention.

 

 

“Wake up!” He screamed finally.

I yawned and opened my eyes. “What?”

“You’re supposed to be interrogating me not sleeping!”

“Well I didn’t get a lot of sleep last night,” I started casually, “So I figured why not take a nap now? You’re not talking. Which let’s face it what could you know? You were never the brightest blub in the shed-“

“I got all O’s on my O.W.L.S and N.E.W.T.S!”

“Yeah,” I scrunched up my face, “Well you’re daddy could have easily have changed those results…But it doesn’t matter! The thing is I don’t see you as being one of Voldemorts-“ He shivered at the name but I kept going, “-key people. I mean this is just procedure…The only reason we are giving this any thought,” I muttered under my breath checking my watch.

“Avery, Alecto Carrow, Amycus Carrow, Crabbe, Gibbon, Antonin Dolohov, Jugson, Igor Karkaroff, Lucius Malfoy, Nott, Mulciber, Evan Rosier, Selwyn, Travers, Wilkes, Yaxley and Severus Snape.” He ranted off instantly.

 

 

I scowled at the last name but didn’t say anything. That was the only question I could trick out of him and I had a sneaking suspicion that I had help on that.

 

 

“Well,” I got up, “I’ll go get some to retrieve you.”

He never came for you!” He shouted at my back trying to get under my skin. “You always said he would and he never did.”

I turned before I reached the door and gave him a condescending look. “Do I really look like I care?”

 


 

Then without another word I left and handed Moody the list of Death Eaters. “He’s on something so just make him feel like he’s worthless and you’re wasting your time with him.”

Moody nodded curtly and went in.

I turned to Lorenzo who was smirking like an idiot. “What did you give him?”

Oh nothing…” He mused innocently, his eyes glinting with mischeft.

 "Lorenzo..." I started sternly.

He rolled his eyes, "Oh relax a bit Paxton. Did you get your names?"

I rolled my eyes and checked my watch. I had to drop some files off at the Order in five minutes. “ That's not the point. I'll talk to you about this later. I’m going to go take my lunch break now.”

He looked taken aback. “You never take a lunch break.”

“Well I’m taking one now.” I retorted putting the files carefully in my hoodie pocket. “I’ll be back in twenty minutes.”

“Get me a bagel!” He shouted to me right before I apparated.










I had only a five minute walk until I saw headquarters. No one would probably be there at this time. Most people usually worked or were gathering research for the Order during the day. Opening the door I organized the files as I walked and stopped watching where I was going. So when I entered the main room and someone was leaving it I knocked right into them and spilled all the papers on the floor. Groaning I was about to bend down to pick them up when I saw who ran into me. There inches away from me was Sirius Black. I was so close to him I could feel his breath on my neck.
 

 

 

Awkwardly he scratched his neck. “Hi…Jules.”

"Um...Hi." I didn't know what else to say. My throat was closing up and my mind was getting cramped with all the in thoughts that were in my head.  So I just bent down picked up the papers and moved around him. "Excuse me."




I put the files down on the table and got out of there as quickly as I could. Lorenzo furrowed his eyebrows at me when I returned, "Where's my bagel?"








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