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Chapter 2 : Ch. 2
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She lay there, watching the morning light shining through a crack in the heavy curtains, glinting off bits of dust as they floated lazily in the air. She closed her eyes again, settling deeper into Sirius’ arms.
She thought back on things Dumbledore had confided in the Order recently. To think that Voldemort might be possessing Harry was a horrible thought, but Dumbledore had assured them it was quite possible. There was some kind of link between Harry and Voldemort, and Gwen got the impression that Dumbledore knew or suspected more about it than he told the Order. But he probably had his reasons. He always did. Arthur’s attack had shaken up everyone, but strengthened their resolve as well. They were all willing to lay down their lives for their cause, and for Harry. He was the key.
She turned as gently as possible to look over at Sirius. He was still in a deep sleep, a look of contentment on his handsome face. A small smile tugged at Gwen’s lips as she looked at him. She wanted so badly to stay there in his arms and hide from the world. But she knew how unrealistic that was. Slowly, she slid out from under Sirius’ arm and tiptoed to the bathroom.
She turned on the shower, giving the water a chance to warm up, and stripped off her clothes. She unclasped her Christmas present from around her neck and laid it carefully on the counter by the sink. She stepped into the now steaming shower, feeling relief as the hot water hit her body. Because she was a Flamma Elementum, her body temperature was naturally hotter than everyone else’s. It would make sense that she would consequently be drawn to colder conditions, but the opposite was true. Cold hurt. She loved the heat, and the hot water from the shower was the epitome of satisfaction. It was only when she used her powers too often or took on something too strong that she welcomed the cold.
She tried to let her mind go blank, but the more she tried not to think, the more she did. If only her worries could wash away down the drain.
She reluctantly turned the water off and stepped out of the shower. She wrapped a towel around her body and lovingly picked up her necklace and clasped it around her neck. She wiped the condensation off the mirror and admired the glittering drop in the reflection, turning this way and that to see the light catch the diamonds. The pendant wasn’t nearly as cold as it had been last night, and she was grateful. The heat of the FiendFyre had finally left her bloodstream. She felt normal once again.
Her eyes travelled up to her face. She tilted her head, studying her reflection. Same old Gwen. Her world might have completely changed in one day, but she still looked the same. Her pretty dark eyes remained, framed by even darker eyebrows and high cheekbones showing her Native American descent. She always thought it was odd her parents had decided to name her Guinevere. The name literally meant “light” or “fair one”. There was nothing remotely light about her features. She was a walking paradox.
She tore her eyes away from the mirror, frowning a bit as she slowly opened the door. She found Sirius sitting up in bed, looking at her expectantly.
“I was wondering when I was going to get my Christmas present,” Sirius said, smiling as his eyes raked over her scantily clad body. “You’ve done a rubbish job at the wrapping, though. I love it.”
Gwen blushed, unable to help herself. “Don’t embarrass me,” she muttered shyly as she gathered up clothes. She could feel his eyes on her until she closed the bathroom door to change.
When she opened the door again, he was leaning against the doorframe.
“I liked the other outfit better,” he pouted.
Gwen merely laughed and brought his lips to hers for a kiss. A tingle went up her spine as his hands slid under her shirt and tickled her back. His kiss became more insistent as he slowly started to pull her over to the bed.
“Sirius—“she tried to say, but his lips refused to leave hers. He sat down on the bed and gently pulled her down so she lay on top of him, never breaking their kiss. He felt so good that she willingly played along and tangled her fingers in his dark hair. Suddenly, he rolled over, his weight bearing down on her so she could feel every inch of him. His tongue slipped into her mouth, and she met it with hers. His hands ranged over her thighs and torso as Gwen’s mind became totally absorbed by the feel of him. His lips left hers as he trailed kisses down her cheek, and he planted a well-placed kiss on the nape of her neck. Gwen sucked in a breath as goose bumps rose on her arms and legs.
Heat was coursing through her veins, begging for release, and she had not one coherent thought in her head. His lips found hers again and she pulled him closer to her, feeling his weight crash down on her. She wanted him so badly. Why did she want to wait again? Her reasons were lost as his tongue met hers.
She rolled him over, straddling his hips as he ran a hand through her damp hair. His hands pushed her shirt up and his fingertips traced her spine. Her temperature was rising, the fire inside blazing as she pulled his shirt over his head. But she held it in check. It would not do to set fire anyone on fire. Her fingers traced his shoulders, and a soft moan escaped Sirius’ mouth as she kissed his chest.
Suddenly, a loud clattering came from downstairs made them both raise up and look over at the door in alarm. The noise was followed by screams from Sirius’ dear mother.
“Damn that Tonks,” Sirius said, laying back down and running a hand through his hair.
Gwen was not happy with the interruption and scowled at the door. Loud voices carried up the stairs as Mrs. Black continued her rant against blood traitors and scum of the earth.
“No chance we can pick up where we left off?” Sirius looked at her hopefully.
Gwen sighed and lay down against Sirius’ bare chest. She wished they could. But the commotion had brought reality back to life, and reality included putting on a good face and socializing with people on Christmas. Sirius brought his arms around her and hugged her to him, knowing that by not answering the question, she was answering it. He sighed resignedly.
“Alright love, time to face it.”
He planted a kiss on the top of her head and gently rolled her onto her side, his hand lingering on her hip. He slowly got up and headed for the bathroom for a shower.
“Don't worry, I left some cold water for you,” she called with a grin on her face.
“I’m gonna need it,” Sirius called back through the closed door.
Gwen turned over onto her back, staring up at the ceiling while trying to get a handle on the heat still running through her from Sirius’ touch. He could ignite her at the drop of a hat.
Someone downstairs finally managed to shut Mrs. Black up and all was quiet once again. Everyone had probably congregated in the kitchen for a late breakfast. Gwen got up and went over to the mirror hanging by the wardrobe to make sure she wasn’t too disheveled.
Sirius came up behind her and kissed her on the sweet spot on her neck before opening the door and walking down the hall to his room to get dressed.
She smiled to herself.
As suspected, everyone was in the kitchen when she arrived. Tonks and Remus gave her warm smiles as she entered.
“Sorry about the ruckus this morning, G,” Tonks said as Gwen was handed a full plate of eggs, bacon, and toast by Mrs. Weasley. “That damned troll leg has it in for me.”
She winked at Gwen and went back to reading the Daily Prophet she was sharing with Remus. Gwen sat down at the table between Mr. Weasley and Harry.
“Merry Christmas,” Gwen said to Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Ginny, smiling as she took her seat.
“Happy Christmas, Professor,” they chimed together.
Happy, merry, same difference. Gwen turned to Mr. Weasley, asking how he was getting along when Sirius came sauntering down the stairs. Sirius clapped Harry on the shoulder as he went to sit by Lupin.
“Well, I’m off. Happy Christmas to everyone!” Tonks stood up and gave Mrs. Weasley a hug after promising she would stop by for dinner later, and with a final wave, left.
Sirius and Remus were at the end of the table laughing about God knows what as Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny stood up to go back upstairs. Harry paused with one foot on the stairs and looked back at Sirius.
“Um, Sirius, could we, er, talk for a bit?”
Sirius stood up in response, walking over to Harry and patting him on the back as they went upstairs. Gwen watched them go over her cup of orange juice. She knew how much Harry meant to Sirius, and how thrilled he was to spend some time with him. He would make a great father one day.
Gwen was still entertaining that thought when Remus rose, folding his newspaper under his arm. “Well, I guess I better be going as well. Molly, thank you so much for breakfast. And yes, I will be back for dinner,” he said, smiling as Mrs. Weasley opened her mouth to speak.
Gwen rose to give him a hug and exchange “Merry Christmases.” Or “Happy Christmases.” Whatever. These British people were difficult.
“Here Molly, let me help you clean up,” Gwen said as Remus left.
“Oh no really dear, I can manage,” Mrs. Weasley answered with a smile.
She waved her wand and all the dirty dishes on the table flew across the room into a sink filled with soapy water. She moved towards Gwen and laid a gentle hand on her arm.
“How are you doing, dear?” she asked.
Gwen’s smile faltered a little. She promised her that she was fine. Mrs. Weasley nodded sadly, but at Gwen’s assurance did not press the subject. She went to go work on the soaking dishes in the sink and Gwen made her way to the stairs. She passed Kreacher, muttering to himself as usual, with what looked like a dead rat hanging from his little fist. Gwen made a face but otherwise ignored him. The lack of good sleep last night was evident as Gwen yawned, walking down the hallway toward the living room.
Hermione sat on the couch, reading of course, and Ron was inspecting his new broom compass on the floor by the fire. Gwen kept moving along the narrow hallway until she reached the sitting room at the front of the house.
She plopped down on the couch by the window, absentmindedly playing with her necklace as she watched a few lazy snowflakes swirl in the outside air. She was so absorbed in her own thoughts she didn’t hear Sirius come into the room.
“You know, you can just tell me if you forgot to get me something for Christmas.”
His voice made her jump.
He laughed and sat down beside her, snaking his arm around her and pulling her close to him.
“You’re the only thing I need any day of the year,” he whispered, nuzzling her neck.
His breath on her neck sent shivers down her spine and she found it difficult to breathe.
“Wait here,” she said breathily.
She took deep breaths to calm herself as she went up the stairs to her room. She was still flustered as she groped in the wardrobe for the little animal skin pouch at the back of her underwear drawer. An involuntary smile spread over her face as she felt the outline of the arrowhead inside pouch. She went back downstairs and found Sirius lounging on the couch.
She smiled even wider as she knelt down beside the couch and handed him the little bag. He sat up and smiled back down at her. He eagerly opened the drawstrings and turned the pouch upside down. A black, jagged arrowhead attached to a short chain fell into his open palm and he looked at it curiously.
“It’s obsidian. It was my father’s,” she said quietly.
Sirius held the arrowhead up to the light to examine it closer. The edges were slightly translucent.
“Obsidian is formed from a certain rock that is heated to extreme temperatures, and then cooled. I made this one myself. When he was…when he got sick, he gave it back to me, and told me to give it to someone worthy of it,” Gwen told him, still watching his face.
Sirius looked down at her, a small smile on his lips. Without a word he slipped it over his head.
“What do you think?” Gwen asked nervously.
“I think nothing has ever meant more to me than you do right now.”
He cupped her face in his hands and brought his lips down to hers. Gwen felt relief wash over her. She hadn’t known if he would truly understand how much it meant to her that she was giving him something she had made for her father.
“I’ll cherish it forever,” he said, looking her straight in the eyes.
“Forever?” she smiled teasingly.
“I told you, I’ll always be around, love.”
A/N: Hope you're enjoying it! A review would be most welcome :)
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