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Like a House on Fire by 800 words of heaven
Chapter 8 : Sleeping After Lunch
 
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“When were you going to tell us?” asked Lily. It was lunchtime the next day and I was feeling glad that we didn’t have Quidditch practise today. I’d finally get a good night’s sleep. I tried not to think about my ever-mounting pile of homework too much.

“Tell you what?” I asked, through a delicious mouthful of Shepherd’s pie. Yum.

“That you and Black are going out!” said Sarah, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. And to them, it probably was.

“Um… I was going to say something, but, you know, time just got away from me.”

“So the rumours are true?” asked Lily.

“For once, I suppose,” I said.

“How could you?”

“How could I what?” Was no one going to let me eat in peace?

“How could you want to be with such an arrogant bastard?”

“Well, wasn’t it you who said that we had a lot in common?”

“Yes, well, I did. But I was just saying that for, for…”

“The sake of saying it?” finished Sarah.

Lily scowled. “No! It was merely an observation.”

“Right. But seriously, Millie, what are you thinking?”

Clearly, I’m not, otherwise I would have moved to Siberia by now. “I don’t know! I’m just giving this a shot. We’ll see how things work out.”

Lily snorted. “I guess the race is on.”

“What race?”

“To see who caves into their fears first.”

“What fears?”

“Your fears of commitment. Will Black break up with you, or will you beat him to it?” I glared at Lily for a moment then went back to my pie. Little did they know, that both of us had already caved into our fears of commitment, as Lily so eloquently put it. Which is exactly what landed us into this mess in the first place.

 

~*~

 

“So you finally convinced her?” asked Prongs. It was lunchtime the day after Millie had agreed to help me and to my utter delight, the rumours were flying very, very fast.

“Convinced who?” I decided to play a little dumb.

“You know exactly who,” said Moony. Not much gets past our Moony, but I was nothing if not stubborn.

“As a matter of fact, I do not,” I said, then bit into my Shepherd’s pie. There is almost nothing as good in the world as a Shepherd’s pie.

Moony sighed. “Are you and Millie going out now?”

I shrugged. I’d decided that it was best not to tell my friends what was really going on between Millie and me. It wasn’t that I didn’t trust them; it was just that it was better if just Millie and I knew what was going on. Probably. Maybe. “I suppose,” I said nonchalantly after I had finished carefully chewing. It wasn’t because I was polite, more that it added to the performance.

Moony shook his head then went back to his lunch. Prongs, on the other hand was a little more supportive. He clapped me on the back and said, “Well done, mate!” Then he frowned and said, “How did you do it?” It was clear that Prongs was thinking whatever worked for Millie might just work on a certain best friend of hers as well.

I smirked (yes, a little arrogantly, but I had to make sure that if anyone was watching, they didn’t suspect that Sirius Black was a big softie). “I guess my good looks and charms finally wore her down.”

Moony snorted, but didn’t comment. Prongs asked, “Could you possibly put in a good word to Evans for me?”

I laughed. “Prongs, I don’t think she likes me!”

“Well, use some of that bloody charm of yours for a good cause for once,” he snapped. Even Moony laughed at that.

 

The next class after lunch was Defence against the Dark Arts, and as per usual, we had a new teacher this year. DADA wouldn’t be the same without it. I sauntered into class a few minutes before Professor Faraday and looked around, trying to decide where to sit. I could sit where I usually sat, but I spied a still empty seat next to a certain brunette.

“Hey,” I said as I sat down next to Millie.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, instantly going on the defensive. It annoyed me to no end that she felt the need to be defensive with me, but I let it slide.

“I have class here,” I said, smirking at her annoyance. If she was going to be defensive, I’d be annoying.

“I know that, but you don’t have to sit right here.”

“I’m sure Evans will manage a whole class without sitting next to you.”

“She might, but I won’t,” she muttered, then said a little more loudly. “Why not sit next to one of your fan club and make their day or something?” What was it with the fan club again?

“Because I’m not going out with one of my fan club, am I? I’m going out with you.”

“Ugh. You are, aren’t you?”

“Forget so soon?” Millie was saved from replying as the esteemed Professor finally came into class, about five minutes late as usual. And he really was esteemed, with many words mentioned after his name – even more than Dumbledore if that was possible. But for all his accolades, the guy couldn’t teach for shit. He was boring, pedantic and slightly patronising. He began talking about some random defensive technique that we were going to ‘discuss’ in class today. When he turned to the board to write something, Millie turned to me and said, “When Lily sits next to me, she makes sure that I’m not caught sleeping in class, and since you’ve kicked Lily out of her seat, it seems that it’s up to you.”

I leant in a little closer and felt about half the class focus their attention on us. Didn’t these people have anything better to do? But I guess it would supply the rumour mill with lots more juicy information about Sirius Black and Millie White’s ‘relationship’. “You’re going to fall asleep in class? After lunch?”

“Especially after lunch. And if you don’t want me to fall asleep, talk some sense into that best friend of yours.” I could only assume that she meant Prongs and his um, vigorous, training regime.

 

About halfway through the class, I glanced over at Millie. She didn’t seem to be asleep; there were notes written down on the parchment in front of her, her back was straight, quill poised in hand; a cursory glance seemed to indicate that her full and undivided attention was on the good Professor. On closer inspection however, I noted that her eyes were closed. Merlin, she really was asleep! I was marvelling at her ability to fall asleep in class inconspicuously, that I almost didn’t notice Faraday’s attention focus on us. I poked Millie as surreptitiously as I could. She didn’t even startle. “Miss White, can you tell the class the incantation?” asked Faraday, and it was so obvious that he had hoped to catch one of his students unawares, but Millie didn’t even hesitate before answering. Nor did she sound or act like she hadn’t been fast asleep seconds before. How on earth did she do it? A few minutes later, I flicked my eyes back in her direction and was surprised to see that she had fallen fast asleep again, looking as if she hadn’t even woken up. I shook my head in wonder and returned my attention to the front of the class, once again on Professor Watch.

 

~*~

 

And so, the great game continued. For the first time in my life, I was glad that I had a crazy Quidditch captain because with all the training I was doing and the ten foot high pile of work that our teachers seemed to think was okay to set every night, I didn’t actually see Sirius that much. We only really had to pretend in classes and the occasional ‘romantic’ notion was displayed during meals, otherwise, both of us left each other alone. And after two weeks of such behaviour, the day of the first Quidditch match of the season rolled around.




AN: And this, ladies and gentlemen, is the end of (an admittedly short) chapter 8! I thought it was about time we had some Sirius/Millie interaction in a public sort of environment. So tell me what you think so far/what's going to happen next/how cute you think Sirius is (I love this guy, if you couldn't tell)/how Millie's going to get out of this one. I always look forward to reading your lovely reviews! (But feel free to leave me a review saying whatever you like - they're all lovely anyways!)

Bye for now, not forever!


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