Gwen slowly opened her eyes, squinting against the sunlight breaking through the curtains. Somehow during the night she had moved toward the edge of the bed, away from Sirius' warm body. She rolled back over, snuggling against his side once more.
"Mmm..." Sirius groaned sleepily, and she felt his arm encircle her and pull her closer.
Gwen smiled as he opened his eyes and looked over at her.
"Good morning," she said softly.
He smiled back, moving so they were lying facing one another.
"Well if you aren't the best damn sight I ever saw in the morning, I don't know what is."
Gwen laughed and scooted close enough to give him a kiss.
Sirius tightened his grip around her, pressing their bodies together and deepening the kiss. Gwen shivered as his fingers traced her bare back. He moved so he hovered over her, one of his hand running over her thigh, causing Gwen to breathe in sharply. She could feel his smile against her lips. His lips left blazing trails of fire along her jaw, and his warm breath in her ear sent goosebumps down her arms.
"I've always had an insatiable appetite for breakfast," he whispered.
Severus awoke with a start, and his eyes were met by the gloomy darkness of his room. He lay there motionless, staring at the stone ceiling, trying to get a handle on his racing mind.
Very rarely did he have dreams. He was in the habit of emptying his head of all thoughts and emotions before going to sleep, because it was in sleep that the mind was most vulnerable.
In an attempt to block out the lingering memories of the dream, he squeezed his eyes shut, and immediately realized it was a mistake as her face flashed in the darkness behind his eyelids.
He swore and threw the emerald green sheets off of himself.
He sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed, putting his head in his hands.
Why couldn't she just leave him alone?
He sighed. He knew it wasn't her fault.
But she had invaded his mind, up to a dangerous point.
The Dark Lord must never know the extent of his feelings for her. Both of their lives depended on it.
Why had she been in his thoughts last night? So much so that he would dream about her?
Maybe it was because of their conversation yesterday afternoon.
Severus lifted his head to stare into the dimness around him.
He had been forceful with her, as he was never one to spare feelings. She didn't need to be babied anyway. Sometimes he felt he knew her strength better than she did.
Perhaps part of his harshness had come from the fact that he had showed too much of himself to her, and he was trying to compensate.
Severus sighed, a frown creasing his brow. The dream was still fresh in his memory.
He didn't even know why it was making such an impression.
"Because it's everything I want," he whispered out loud to himself.
He angrily pushed himself up from the bed, grabbing his wand and going over to the fireplace. He stared at the empty grate for a moment before lighting it with a wave of his wand.
His hands gripped the mantle as he stared into the flames, the dream welling up in his mind again.
Severus found himself walking into Gwen's quarters. The only light was coming from a crackling fire in the fireplace.
He made his way further into the room, only to find Gwen asleep on one of the couches.
His heart leapt in his chest.
He stood over her and watched the light from the fire dance across her face. Slowly, he knelt down. He gently brushed strand of hair away from her cheek.
She stirred suddenly, and Severus quickly withdrew his hand.
Her eyes opened.
"Severus," she whispered, and he shivered at the sound of his name on her tongue.
She moved one of her hands to lay against his cheek.
"Don't leave me," she said softly, her eyes pleading with his.
"I won't," he found himself whispering back.
Her hand moved from his cheek to behind his neck, pulling his face closer to hers.
Their lips met.
Severus touched his lips, which were tingling at the memory.
'It's not real,' he thought to himself, both angry and painfully sad at the same time.
He would spend the rest of the day engulfed in a fake memory.
Gwen and Sirius spent most of the day in Sirius' bed, leaving only twice to grab a bite to eat. Once, Gwen could have sworn she heard someone downstairs, but Sirius had quickly stolen her attention back.
The sun was beginning to set, and Gwen lay on her stomach, her elbows propped up on a pillow, telling Sirius about the first time she found out she was an Elemental.
He listened intently, his eyes never leaving her face as she talked.
"...so then, my mother told me our whole tribal history about the sun and how our people had learned how to harness its power to defeat a great enemy a long, long time ago."
Sirius held up his left hand, pointing to the ring on his finger. Gwen laughed.
"Yes, and my mother made that and gave it to my father, encasing some of her energy in the wood. She wanted him to know she would always be his sun," she finished, twirling the ring around on Sirius' finger.
He smiled slightly, reaching out to tuck a piece of hair behind her ear. She subconciously reached up to touch her necklace.
"You know, I've been thinking..." Sirius started to say.
"Well that could be dangerous," Gwen raised an eyebrow.
"Ha, ha, very funny," he rolled his eyes and Gwen laughed again.
"Anyway," he continued, "I've been thinking...well, I have this," he held up his left hand again, "and you...well...I think you deserve something as well."
Gwen frowned in confusion, again touching the pendant laying against her chest.
"Not that...something that's more like mine," he said.
Understanding slowly crept across Gwen's face. Sirius smiled and reached over her to the nightstand, opening the drawer and pulling a small black box out of it.
Gwen's breath caught in her throat.
Sirius lay back on his side, propped up on his elbow. He slowly opened the box to reveal a sparkling diamond ring.
Gwen didn't know what to say.
She looked from the ring, to Sirius' face, back to the ring. His smile just got bigger.
"Gwen, I know that there is no one else in the world for me but you. You are my sun, and my moon, and my stars. I love you so much it hurts. I promise that I will do everything I can to give you the life you deserve, no matter what that means. So...will you marry me?"
Tears pricked Gwen's eyes. She looked into his eyes, her heart about to explode, and whispered, "Yes."
Sirius howled in delight, sending Gwen into a fit of giggles. He took the ring out of the box and slid it onto her finger.
"It was my aunt's, one of the only decent people in my family if you ask me. She left it to me when she died when I was still in school. I hope you like it," he said, looking at her a little apprehensively.
Gwen leaned over and gave him a tender kiss.
"It's perfect," she said softly.
Sirius smiled and pulled her in for another kiss.
"Now come on, I'll make some dinner," Gwen said happily, disentangling herself from the sheets.
She threw on a robe and headed out into the hallway, looking at the diamond sparkling on her finger and smiling to herself. She just reached the foot of the stairs when the front door burst open.
She looked up in surprise, and saw Remus striding down the hallway. His face was drawn with unmistakeable tension.
"Harry. He's gone to the ministry. He thinks Voldemort has Sirius," Remus said breathily, his hands on Gwen's shoulders. "Where's Sirius?"
Gwen's mouth dropped open in shock.
"S-Sirius!" she called, then turned her attention back to Remus. "Wha...how in the world...?"
"Voldemort planted a vision in Harry's mind, making him believe that Sirius was in danger to lure him to the ministry and get the prophecy," he said very quickly.
"Here, you need to sit down," Gwen said as she noticed how pale he looked.
He shook his head violently.
"There's no time, Gwen. We have to get to the ministry."
Sirius came down the stairs, the smile slipping from his face at the look on Lupin's.
"What's happened?" he demanded.
"Harry's gone to the ministry--"
"He's WHAT?" Sirius yelled, looking at Gwen in alarm.
"We have to get there, Sirius. Now," Remus said.
Nothing more needed to be said. Gwen and Sirius ran upstairs and threw on some clothes. They followed Lupin out of the house and onto the sidewalk, where they all turned on the spot and disapparated.