Chapter 33 : When the Sun Goes Down
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Despite the odds, the wedding had turned out beautifully, everything ran smoothly and Bridgett even managed a few smiles. In fact they both even managed to muster the odd look of 'undying affection’. Despite knowing they would, I couldn’t help how I’d breathed a great sigh of relief when it was over. Sure they’d probably be as miserable as hell but I couldn’t be too sure exactly what Bridgett would have done if he’d done a runner.
Send the cruciatus curse after him I expect.
My bags had been taken up to my room for me, which was most probably a very good thing considering there were now 6 of them and each had at least doubled in weight. I therefore went straight to the hospital wing where I knew Hemera would be, possibly the others too.
I hummed to myself as I climbed the stairs, unable to contain my euphoria.
He’d asked me out.
Admittedly the proposal had taken a while to come out considering the amount of time he stalled, stammering, clearing and reclearing his throat (he did that when he was nervous...I’d noticed) then finally coming out with an unintelligible mumble.
He’d managed it eventually though...at an audible level too...in a restaurant overlooking the water (...I know...a view of the water in Venice isn’t exactly hard...), the sun setting slowly into the horizon, breaking across the glittery water...it was every cliché out there...and I loved it.
I arrived absently, firmly wrapped in my blissful euphoria...that was until I rounded the corner.
Hemera seemingly rippling with anger as she stood opposite her father and Cane, the second of whom had his wand out, a dark look splayed across his face.
Aloysius however, calmly lowered his wand.
"You can't blame him for this...accident," Aloysius said calmly, looking at Hemera intently.
"HE COULD HAVE KILLED HIM!" She cried.
He shook his head.
"I did warn you...it's your fault, you could have avoided this," He told her quietly, gazing into her eyes.
Hemera faltered slightly, her eyes widening as she looked up at him before they promptly narrowed.
"Is that how you get yourself to sleep at night? Do you tell yourself what happened to mum was her fault," She hissed.
Her father paused; looking a great deal like she'd just slapped him...and perhaps a great deal like he wished to return the favour too.
"How dare you," He growled.
"That's why you don't wear your ring," She told him, facing him squarely.
He looked at her, his face twisting before he strode towards her, pulling her towards him by the scruff of her neck, bringing his face close to hers.
"Don't mess with me, I've given you everything and I can take it away, just as easily," He said softly.
She didn’t say anything, her eyes wide as his probed hers. There was a moment of utter silence before he deflated somewhat, relinquishing his grip.
"Fine," He said, evenly and calmly.
There was a another stretch of silence, the fight seeming to leave her like a great sigh, making her appear suddenly small.
"If that’s what you want; I want nothing to do with you," He said coolly, his expression perfectly composed by now, simply cold.
"I..." She began, struggling to speak.
"I want nothing to do with you or your half blood, contact me again and I'll have him killed. You're right, you are your mother's daughter, you're weak," He said, his face pitiless as he spoke and she seemed to just...crumble beneath his gaze.
"I..." She began again but apparently he didn’t want to hear it because mere seconds later, he’d begun to walk off with that usual purposeful stride.
Not even a backwards glance.
I moved forward as Hemera just watched him blankly, my arms slipping round her shoulders, giving them a slight squeeze.
She turned her head towards me, breathing a great shaky breath but I continued to watch Cane, the triumphant smirk playing smugly on his lips before he too turned and walked away.
Nothing was said for a moment before Hemera spoke.
“I’m never listening to you again,” She said.
I looked at her in surprise (admittedly somewhat worriedly) until she turned to me and I saw the tiny smile playing on her lips despite the almost tired look in her eyes.
“Me and boys...we’re just really not supposed to mix,” She said.
I looked at her before I gave a slight laugh.
“Don’t be like that,” I said, nudging her slightly.
“...he’s getting better now...his parents hate me though,” She said grimly.
“You can’t help that,” I said giving her a slight pat.
“Thanks Iris...for the warning,” She said softly.
I shook my head.
“Don’t worry about it,” I said dismissively.
“So...what’s happening now?” I asked.
She made a face.
“I don’t think it’s really fair to put him through that again,” She grimaced.
“...you were just disinherited...again, you can do whatever you like,” I said.
She gave a loud snort.
“Unlikely. He’s still going to have someone ‘looking out’ i.e. Cane, who, much to his delight has already proved his usefulness,” She said sarcastically, perhaps a little bitterly too.
“Well...maybe let Andy decide?” I asked.
“Iris I’m not you,” She said flatly.
“Which is probably a good thing because we both know how much he loves me,” I said raising an eyebrow.
She laughed slightly.
“I just mean I wouldn’t fight for me so why would...” She began.
“Oh don’t go into that bullshit Hemera, don’t make me go into ‘self help book’ mode,” I said sternly.
Her lips quirked gently.
“Plus, I’m sure there are plenty of girls across the world with dictatorial fathers, I mean that in the nicest way possible, I’m sure they find ways,” I said.
“I’d really rather not...and his mum seriously LOATHES me, like she just looked at me and KNEW it was my fault,” She said.
“It wasn’t your fault, it was Cane’s wand, Cane’s hand, Cane’s twisted mind...not you,” I said.
“It wasn’t his wand,” She said grimly.
I frowned, opening my mouth to speak.
“I tried to prove it, that it was him but he must have taken up a temporary wand because it wouldn’t show up,” She said miserably.
“I’m sure Dumbledore...” I started.
“Dumbledore couldn’t prove it either...plus even, in the unlikely event it reached the ministry or the courtrooms, my father knows all of them, unless he wanted to get rid of Cane, there’s no way he’d be prosecuted. He’s untouchable now,” She told me simply.
“...Oh,” I said.
“I know,” She said grimly.
Nothing was said before a moment or two before I interrupted it.
“...come on, you’re obviously in need of a drink or something,” I said.
“...you know me and alcohol...” She began but I let out a laugh.
“I meant a hot chocolate love,” I told her.
“Oh...yeah, that sounds good...then you can tell me about Antony or something,” She said casually as she began walking.
“...you saw it didn’t you?” I asked somewhat disappointed.
You see this is the problem when you’re best friend is also psychic, they stalk you, then know all your news before you can bloody tell them.
“Not really, just Marie and Francesco talking about it,” She said over her shoulder.
“Oh...good! I mean Jesus Hemera, we’re making a rule now! You’re not allowed to look unless I bloody tell you, ok?!” I cried as I moved to her side.
She gave her usual tinkering laugh.
“Fine,” She said.
“But you never write! You promised to send a postcard!” She complained.
I raised my hands in mock defence.
“I’m horrible at keeping in contact, I’m sorry, ok?” I said.
“Should be,” She sniffed childishly.
We spent most of the afternoon randomly walking round the frozen grounds and for once I felt...really normal. I know it sounds stupid but despite everything, despite the fact that Hemera had such huge problems and we both shared the common thread of seeing...unpleasant things, it felt good to just be able to...giggle and gossip about the stupidest and most irrelevant of things.
Funny how small things make you smile.
I don’t know whether it was just leftover from my trip but I remained in a good mood for the rest of the week...which was simply improved after meeting up with Antony in The Three Broomsticks, we spoke, that was all really but still, the idea that it’d been PLANNED, that it wasn’t something that could just be put down to chance felt good.
...although I did probably spend about 4 hours getting ready...which of course drove Katy absolutely crazy. I hadn’t told any of them other than Hemera, I can’t be quite sure why but...I liked it being quiet, I liked how it felt like the outside world was just...nonexistent when I was with him. Franny and Lily and that lot knowing would mean that Sirius would find out and...I didn’t want to turn it into something it wasn’t, I had no idea what Antony really wanted and I LIKED it like that. Sirius quizzing me about it would mean I’d feel like I had to give answers, at the moment, there were none, there was no pressure or expectations and everything was...really slow.
Every guy I’d ever been out with had felt more like some kind of...business package. We got together, knowing absolutely nothing about the other...perhaps with the exception of how good looking they were, we went out, we were seen together, we were talked about and then it ended and it was onto the next one. We both knew what was going to happen, there was no anticipation and yet...despite being the most uneventful events ever, there was anticipation, I spent my time hoping something happen and that was probably half the reason I enjoyed it so much; the pretence.
...On the other hand I think I was probably getting on with Sirius better than I had since...well...since early last term.
I guess it’s because I spent less time centred on my absolute loathing of the fact that Mary still pranced around all over the place...and the fact that he still appeared with the occasional lip gloss stain on his cheek or jaw or something...ugh.
Ok so I’ll admit, it did still bother me, especially the fact that she no longer simpered all the time.
I know, sounds like an odd thing to say but... her simpering was irritating and dislikeable, exactly how she should remain.
Without, she could almost be branded as normal...and you know much to my horror
I’m rather sure I saw her laugh with Lily. I can’t tell you just how much Mary claimed to loathe Lily, not really for anything she’d done, more for what she was; Little Miss Perfect.
I watched with increasing fury as she managed to worm her way into ‘the group’.
Of course, they then suddenly decided that we should get along too...WHAT PLANET WERE THEY FUCKING FROM?!
I hated her! I hated her fucking guts!
My good mood therefore, rightfully soured until it was pretty much nonexistent.
“You look like you’re trying to shoot razar beams out your eyes...what’s wrong?” Sirius chuckled as he sat down next to me at Lunch.
My eyes narrowed ever so slightly, pretending to remain absorbed in the essay I was trying to get done before Transfiguration, our next class.
“...you should eat something,” He supplied after a moment when I remained silent.
“I am,” I ground out irritably, despite the fact that the plate of pasta was still sitting untouched besides my book.
“...what’s wrong?” He frowned.
I pursed my lips before I gave an aggravated cry setting down my pen.
“Are you fucking blind?!” I cried irritably.
“Err...” He began uncertainly.
“Mary is doing her upmost best to isolate me!” I snapped.
He looked at me before he frowned.
“...really?” He said.
“Yes!” I cried.
“She doesn’t even like you!” I snapped furiously.
He just looked at me, an infuriating smile starting to play on his lips.
“Iris...” He started.
“If you say she’s changed I’ll hex you,” I growled.
“Don’t you think you’re being a little unfair? You changed didn’t yo...” He started but I cut him off abruptly.
“Oh yes, thank you Saint Sirius,” I said, my voice dripping with biting sarcasm.
I think that was enough because it was at that point Sirius began to laugh.
...oh that bastard.
“Ah come on Iris, don’t be like that,” He chuckled.
I felt my eyes narrow dramatically.
“Maybe you should just try talk...” He began.
“Don’t. You. Dare,” I said looking at him in disgust.
“Don’t be so cold,” He chuckled.
“You know I’m not kidding don’t you?” I said flatly, thoroughly unimpressed.
“You’re just jeeeaaalous ‘cause you luuuurve me,” He grinned.
“Don’t start that,” I said flatly.
He waggled his eyebrows.
...I hated it when he was in a good mood...
“Piss off,” I grumbled, picking my quill back up and returning to my work.
...then again I also hated it when he was in a bad mood...
He chuckled slightly to himself under his breath and I set down my pen against, scowling as I flexed my aching fingers.
“I don’t know why everything can’t just be like it used to,” I muttered.
He turned back to me, a slight frown on his face but he didn’t comment and neither did I because it was then that everyone else arrived.
The remainder of the week was...eventful to say the least. Tupps gave birth in my fucking trunk (in other words at least 10,000 galleons worth of clothes were ‘damaged’).
4 kittens in total, all happily sitting in the carefully compiled mounds of cashmere jumpers.
The plan of course, had been for her to stay in the Marauders room where we’d set up all kinds of nice nests and hidey holes for her...she obviously had other ideas. In other words, this meant uprooting a disgruntled Dog and depositing him in them in their room (although I have to say, I wasn’t too sad to see the back of his unusually large, furry behind...bloody cat).
The second came one evening as I was walking through the cloisters a little after school, looking for the pencil case I’d dropped when I came across Cane, Severus Snape, both the Carrows and a few others whose names I didn’t know.
Curiousity of course, got the better of me and I eventually moved silently towards them.
“Where’s Ace?” the squat round girl wheezed, the only girl out of a fair number of boys.
“Probably shagging something,” Severus drawled coldly.
...maybe he hadn’t changed that much then...
Cane turned to him, his jaw clenching.
“He’ll be here,” He said.
“We can’t wait around all day for your ‘special friend’,” Severus said coolly.
Cane’s eyes narrowed into slits of anger.
“This job was entrusted to me, I’m in charge and you’ll listen to what I say...or has that little red head impaired your hearing too?” Cane sneered.
The same look of fury flitted across Snape’s face as he stalked forward.
“Don’t forget, Cane that simply because you’re now related to power, doesn’t mean you own it,” He told him.
“Really? And who are you? What are you other than a tool?” Cane smirked, facing up to him squarely, the air of self importance growing and stretching further.
Severus didn’t back down though.
“I am anything I want to be, I think you’ll find occlumency can be very useful,” He murmured softly.
Cane stiffened slightly
"Well then you know not to mess with me," He replied in the same low voice.
"OR I know exactly what to do with you," He told him.
Cane looked at him for a moment before a smirk spread across his lips, his eyes seeming to glitter and Severus recoiled sharply, as if he'd burnt him, eyes wide before they narrowed furiously, his wand drawn within seconds.
"If you touch her I'll kill you," He spat.
Cane smirked, relaxing as the unbearable smugness grew before he gave a chuckle.
"She's not my type anyway," He said.
The fury etched onto Severus' face deepened, if looks could kill, Cane would be very much dead.
It was just about then however, that Ace appeared, his usual cocky trot looking somewhat out of place among the sombre style of the rest of them.
"You're late!" Severus snarled as he turned on him.
Ace looked at him, raising his eyebrows before he shrugged.
"I was busy," He said, shirt of course appropriately rumpled and what looked like a love bite against his jaw.
Severus simply looked at him for a moment, muttering something under his breath before he turned, his slightly too large robes swirling around his feet as he stalked off, the majority of the group following.
"What is wrong with you?" Cane snapped turning on the taller boy when the others were out of hearing range.
"I'm sorry ok?" Ace said rolling his eyes.
Cane glared at him, eyes narrowed as he opened his mouth to speak when a impatient shout sounded from the front.
Cane threw Ace a look before starting off, the latter following seconds later.
I hesitated slightly, watching the stream of dark figures move off before I pulled out my wand, casting a quick disillusionment charm and following them.
"We need to be out by sunset," I heard Severus say as I drew closer to him, levelling to Ace's side.
"Why?" Cane immediately questioned.
"Because," Severus said irritably.
"There are things in the forbidden forest," He said.
Cane looked at him before he chuckled.
"You're scared?!" He mocked.
"No, I just think I have better things to do with my time then be mauled or shot at," He answered flatly.
"Washing your hair obviously isn't one of 'em," I heard Ace mutter beside me under his breath, low enough not to be heard.
"So...Ace," came a high pitched wheeze beside him.
I looked round him to see Alecto Carrow...my god was she wearing...no let's make that 'attempting' to wear make up?
"Yeah?" Ace said unenthusiastically.
"I was thinking how funny it was, us being in the same house and never really..." She began.
I can only suppose she was trying to flirt with him...
I therefore really couldn't help the loud snort from sounding from the back of my throat, pausing when Ace immediately turned towards my direction.
"What's wrong?" Alecto asked.
"...nothing...thought I heard something," He said vaguely before turning back.
I held back for a few moments, deciding it best to trail behind instead, watching the two at the front carefully as they wound their way down the path to the forbidden forest.
...you know I'd never understood exactly why they'd named 'The Forbidden Forest' the Forbidden Forest, am I the only one who thinks that screeched 'come one and all!', you stick 'forbidden' on something and it's at least 100% more attractive.
It was snowing again, just as it had for the most part of the week, of course it had been great for prancing around but it did get old...especially when it came up to your knees.
They'd obviously purposely added a charm to stop their footsteps being seen and it was only after a little while that I thought to do the same, applying the spell to my shoes and quickly erasing the ones behind me, unfortunately this meant I didn’t notice the tell tale gleam of the ice batch and made a rather spectacular fall, giving a nice shriek to accompany it which would have alerted even the hardest of hearing.
They all stopped and I sat there, wide eyed for a moment, hardly daring to breathe, my ankle throbbing furiously as I watched Cane and Severus turn, talking to the others before they began winding there way up.
With a great deal of effort I got to my feet, deciding to use the advantage of still being somewhat invisible, to locate an appropriate hiding place.
It didn't take long to find the small break in the seemingly endless brilliantly white snow, thankfully fairly close too.
I ignored the pain it caused, starting towards it before I'd even really thought about it.
I just knew that them catching me couldn't be a good thing.
As I drew closer I recognised it.
...funnily enough it was the shed that had earned me my oh so precious reputation as a slag, I'm pretty sure it was 5th year, my boyfriend at the time...can't quite remember what his name was, decided that I may like to go for a 'quick snog'...which was all well and good apart from the fact that disappearing in a shed looked exceedingly dodgy to certain onlookers.
Being a prat he'd of course done NOTHING to right these assumptions and after repeating for the 20th time that we 'really hadn't done anything' I'd simply given up and let them think what they bloody well wanted.
I managed to pull the door open just far enough to slip inside, pulling it gently to after me.
I waited for a moment or two, gritting my teeth slightly until I heard something behind me. I paused, my heart giving a few pathetic pounds before I turned to see...
"What the hell are you doing here?!" I demanded in a hiss as my eyes focused on Sirius.
“What are you doing here?” He frowned in response after pulling on the short cord, turning the naked light bulb on above our heads.
“...you’re waiting for someone, aren’t you?” I said.
“Urm...” He said uncertainly.
"...you're waiting for Mary," I said, my gaze flattening.
He didn't say anything.
"I take that as a yes then," I scowled.
"I..." He began.
"Don't care. You're just going to have to wait," I cut across him smoothly.
He didn't say anything for a moment.
"I was going to break up with her actually," He said in a small voice.
I looked round at him before I gave a scoff.
"So you come to a secluded little shed in the middle of the grounds, really believable," I said sarcastically.
"Well it's private," He said defensively.
"And has a real reputation for a break up spot, I totally understand," I agreed condescendingly before turning back to the key hole.
"Oh for...will you just listen to me for once?!" He snapped causing me to jump slightly.
I turned towards him, looking at him in surprise before he moved forward.
"Look..." he began when I heard a heavy dull thud. I paused, my eyes widening slightly before I pushed against the door.
It didn't budge.
I tried again.
"What's wrong?" He asked.
I didn't say anything for a moment before I let out a horrified moan.
"We're snowed in," I said.
"I really should have thought about this," I groaned.
"We can't be locked in," He said moving round me.
"What happened to 'we can make anything fun?'," I scowled.
"It's full moon tonight," He said flatly.
"Shit," I breathed.
"James can't handle him by himself especially if he catches your scent," He said, pushing at the door with his shoulder.
"B...he'd have to dig through the snow and then..." I started but Sirius simply turned to look at me.
"Well I have my wand...no I don't," I said as I felt the waistband of my skirt.
"I left mine in the dorm," He said.
I didn’t mean to sound pessimistic but...
"We're fucked," I said flatly.
"Err...yeah," He said.
I just looked at him for a moment, racking my brains for a solution.
"I could go into a vision and try and get through to Hemera...but that won't work...because I can't go directly into one of hers," I said before turning and sitting down, trying to think about this calmly, I mean Jesus, I'd probably seen enough examples of survival...
"Wait! You have that mirror thing, right? You know with you and James..." I began.
"...how do you know about the mirrors?" He asked.
"I'm a seer, I see things," I said shortly.
"Oh...well that would be great...but it's in the castle...with my wand," He said.
"...and I have no idea where mine is...this is dandy," I said.
Don't get me wrong, we tried all manner of things...you know I'd always thought Nearly Headless-Nick was simply stupid for not having his wand on the day he just so HAPPENED to be found and executed...I was now beginning to have more sympathy.
"Have I ever mentioned I'm not a great fan of remaining in small spaces for too long?" I said as I sat on one of the crates, all of which we'd already been through...and the most useful thing we'd found was a whole crate of chocolate bars from a decade or so ago.
Sirius turned to look at me.
"...oh ," He said.
"Mmmhmmm, not so much the small places just the whole, 'not having the freedom to walk out when I feel like it' thing," I said.
"Right...well...let's try not to think about it then," He said.
"Good idea...so let's see, something we could talk about...oh yes, your awful lying, you weren't going to break up with Mary were you?" I asked.
He didn't say anything for a moment before he gave a sigh, sitting down beside me.
"I was,” He told me.
“You do realise we’ve all been keeping a running total of how many times you’ve said that, don’t you?” I said irritably.
“...thanks Iris,” He said, his gaze flattening.
“You know, depending on if she can still see this place or not...she’s going to think you stood her up,” I said absently as I shuffled round, leaning my head back against the wall.
“I know,” He said grimly.
“Which could always qualify as a breakup notice...I’d break up with any guy who stood me up,” I said pleasantly.
He breathed a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“I want to do it properly,” He snapped.
“Or not at all,” I muttered.
“...you know you have to be THE most difficult person I know,” He ground out irritably.
“Call it a hobby if you will,” I said sarcastically.
He rolled his eyes, muttering something under his breath as he leant his head back.
There was silence for a moment, although I had plenty to say on the matter, I couldn’t be sure how long we’d be stuck in here for and therefore thought it best not to voice too many of my thoughts.
“So...what are you going to do about Remus?” I asked.
He looked down at me before he returned his head back against the wall with a dull thud.
“I dunno...I just hope James’ll keep him inside,” He said, his voice tight with anxiety.
“Let’s hope he does, Severus and...” I began.
“...who’s Severus?” He said looking confused.
I looked at him for a moment.
“...Severus...you know the greasy haired bloke you share a particularly soft spot for,” I said.
“...Oh...oh yeah!...Snivellus...s’been ages since I heard his name,” He said.
I decided not to comment.
“...Wait...what?” He said pausing, sitting bolt upright.
“They were making their way to The Forbidden Forest, Ace and Cane were there too, I was following them but I slipped, they started coming towards me so I came and hid in...what are you doing?” I asked as Sirius jumped off the box, restarting his attempts to shove the door open.
“Shit,” He said gritting his teeth.
“He knows about Remus, he’d be an idiot to stay there until night fall,” I said.
He paused momentarily, turning to me.
“...you know...how do you know...” He asked slowly.
“I’m a seer Sirius...I don’t know how many times I have to tell you,” I frowned.
He didn’t say anything for a moment.
“So...so you know about...” He started.
It was only then that it occurred to me that he was talking about exactly how Snape had learned of Remus’...condition.
“...you can’t keep beating yourself up about that Sirius,” I said quietly after a moment.
He just looked at me before he breathed a sigh, sitting himself down against the door.
“I nearly murdered someone Iris,” He said quietly.
I didn’t say anything for a moment before I moved across the cramped space, settling beside him.
“And I’ve watched thousands of people die and done nothing about it,” I said simply.
He turned and looked at me, his eyes searching mine.
“...but...but it wasn’t your fault,” He said.
“You could say that, or you could say I could have tried harder. There’s someone dying somewhere, right now, and I could probably stop it. You made a mistake Sirius, you were mad and...nothing happened, it could have and you should remember that but...sometimes you just have to learn from your mistakes...even if they’re huge whoppers,” I said evenly.
“A HUGE whopper,” He said.
I gave a small smile.
“Everyone makes them,” I shrugged.
There was a moment of silence before I reached forward, plucking one of the boxes of chocolates nearest and bringing them towards us.
“Come on, let’s not be miserable, we’re stuck in a shed with no water, no wands and no obvious escape!” I said before picking up one of the bars, holding it out for him.
“Do you dare eat the decade old chocolate?” I asked, allowing a small smirk to capture my lips.
He looked at me, surprise colouring his expression before he grinned.
"It's chocolate Iris, 'course I do," He grinned.
I laughed, handing him one while I took the other.
"...you know this could be seen as exceedingly stupid," I said as I undid one.
"There could be anything in them," He nodded.
"Poison for example," I agreed.
We both looked at each other before he grinned.
"What's life without some adventure?" He grinned.
I rolled my eyes.
"I'll remind you of that when we're dying horrible untimely deaths," I said before taking a bite.
"They taste ok," I shrugged.
“Pretty good actually,” He agreed.
“It should be pretty sunny tomorrow, it might melt some of the snow...if no one comes until then,” I said.
“...so you’re a weather seer as well?” He asked.
“Not really, doorbells are a specialty actually, I can tell you who’s going to ring, what time, who and why at least an hour before hand, drives me mental,” I shrugged.
“Wow...never heard of one of them,” He chuckled.
“Admittedly I haven’t either...other than those bints who do the weather on the radio,” I said.
“...what’s wrong with the weather girls?” He frowned almost indignantly.
I snorted, taking a deep breath before speaking.
“And right up there in the north there’s going to be a huge storm,” I said in the same breathy ‘seductive’ voice they used...it just pissed me off.
“...you know you really shouldn’t do that,” He said.
I turned to look at him, raising an eyebrow.
“Why?” I pouted, the same irritating tone still in place.
“Because it reminds me of the weather girls,” He muttered before shifting slightly.
“Charming,” I said with an eye roll.
“It’ll be getting dark soon,” He said randomly after a moment or two.
“Moon’ll rise in a bit,” I said.
“We should probably put something in the way of the door...just in case,” He said.
“He’d probably come from the top...plus all you have to do is turn into an animagus...then again if that’s a familiar scent...oh if the worst comes to the worst and he appears I’ll probably end up going into a vision anyway,” I shrugged.
“...what would that do?” He asked.
“It would mean I wouldn’t feel anything,” I said pleasantly.
“...don’t be stupid Iris, I wouldn’t let him hurt you...even though you do drive me mental, I still like you,” He teased, wrapping his arms around me.
“You like me?” I said, a childish grin beginning to play on my lips.
“Well...yeah, I care about you,” He said.
I grinned before shifting and leaning back against him.
"Believe it or not, I care about you too...I just think you're a moody pain in the arse sometimes," I said pleasantly.
"I dunno quite what you do Iris but you really piss me off," He said, scratching his chin. I couldn't help but grin.
"You piss me off too," I told him pleasantly.
"And the 'it's been said before'...you use that all the time, as if it being 'said before' makes it better, it doesn’t, it’s annoying," He told me with a frown.
"It's been said before," I said innocently.
He looked down before he chuckled as we unconsciously curled up against one another.
"There's a good reason I didn't like dating before," He said.
"My god you were awful," I agreed.
"It wasn't, it was great," He said.
"If you're the guy. You know when we were in first year and you went through like 4 girlfriends in a week...at the age of 11, Bridgett specifically warned me against you," I said giving him a slight poke.
"That was nothing, it's not like anyone ever did anything in 1st year," He snorted.
"You're missing the point," I said flatly.
"Well you can’t talk," He said.
I gave a laugh.
"I was with Josh Porter for nearly a year," I said.
"...But you dated his best friend before him...do you just have a thing for a older guys? In 2nd year you went out with a third year...5th year you went out with a 6th year..." He told me.
"Do you chronicle all my boyfriends?" I said raising an eyebrow.
"Only 2nd and 3rd year because that was when I fancied the shit out of you," He grinned.
I looked up at him before I laughed.
"Did you?" I said.
"Yeah," He grinned.
"...then I discovered you were a bit of a bitch," He said.
"Oh god no, I was an awful bitch in 3rd year," I agreed.
"You were..." He nodded absently.
"Then again I've also heard that by now you’re a walking mass of 'disease'," I said.
"Oi!" He said indignantly, turning to look at me.
"No I'm not!" He said.
I grinned at him.
"You're a slag Sirius, this year though, I mean this is in the nicest way possible, but you're really letting the side down. You know before I actually knew you, I thought you were an utter hormone ravaged rogue, now I just think you're pathetically nice...and oddly moody, it's disappointing," I said pleasantly.
"Well it must be running round, trying to stop you fucking up everyone's lives," He grumbled indignantly.
"That's an awful excuse, admit it, you've lost your touch, you've lost your touch and handed it over to Ace, and you know the sad thing is that every girl loves a bad boy and you're now classed under the horrifying banner of 'Mr Nice Guy'," I said with a 'sigh'.
He just looked at me for a moment, seemingly speechless.
"I didn't shag all of my girlfriends," He supplied eventually.
"Still a slag," I said.
"...Ace used to look like a prude anyway," He scowled.
"My god he did...now I think about it, he's actually a newbie. He used to wear his shirt buttoned up to his neck and his robe done up...then he became suddenly gorgeous..." I said.
"...he's not gorgeous," He responded, wrinkling his nose.
"You don't swing the right way to appreciate it, he's gorgeous," I said matter of factly.
I smirked slightly as I felt Sirius scowl beside me.
"You're winding me up aren't you?" He said.
"Of course," I replied lightly.
“I still can’t believe you thought he got me pregnant,” I said as I opened my 3rd bar of chocolate...the stuff was addictive.
“Well I dunno,” He shrugged.
I tilted my head back to look at him.
“You’re still not sure are you?” I said amusedly.
“...well...he spent all his time with his hands all over you! What the hell was I supposed to think?!” He snapped.
“Ooo you were jealous,” I grinned.
He breathed a great sigh, looking rather irritated but I of course continued anyway.
“Because you luuuurve...” I began in a sing song voice when something happened I REALLY hadn’t been expecting.
Sirius kissed me.
He just...kissed me.
...just like that.
...when I just so happened to have an inconvenient mouthful of chocolate...oh my god.
It was awful. You know those moments that SHOULD have been perfect, where there should have been fireworks and sparks? Instead I just ended up pretty much shoving him off, coughing rather unattractively.
It was NOT how I’d fucking planned this!
The worst part of course was when my coughing had subsided.
There was a moment where we just sat opposite each other in total silence before somehow lips collided once more.
His lips danced over mine as my hands slid to either side of his jaw, leaning into him as his lips came to part my own, arms moving to encircle my waist, the warmth of his mouth sending me into a dizzy spiral as all thoughts came to a natural halt, every sense concentrated on the him and only him.
Bleh, I am SO SO SO sorry for the wait and...it's such an awful chapter too...*hides in shame corner xD*. My muse is completely shattered and I've got scary amounts of revision to do because they're randomly decided that I'm doing a few of my GCSE's now even though I'm supposed to be retaking the year because I haven't been to school for the past year...at all (hence all the lovely quick updates :P), so revision time = goodbye muse D:
Right so now onto the actual story, I promise you, I have not forgotten everything else, this chapter was random and I'm aware of it but I just got bored and decided to move things along a little more quickly. I'll make a confession, Sirius and Iris weren't actually going to get together...like...at all in this book but I changed my mind xDDDDDD
Speaking of which! After looking over things I've found we have another 10 or so chapters left of this story and then the next will be 20 or so chapters...so far...if I actually stick to my planning. So that's my rant done, reviews appreciated!
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