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Chapter 15 : Furry Coats, Non-Verbal Spells and Obscure Letters
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I was sitting in the stands at the quidditch pitch, Charlie's giant furry coat wrapped around my shoulders. Three different books were spread out in front of me, a shield charm protecting them from the snow that drifted down. I had taken notes in two of them and I was just about to scribble something in the third when someone sat down beside me. I looked up and saw Black, his easy smirk sending jitters through my stomach.
"What?" I asked icily.
"Just wanted to know how the moving went."
I rolled my eyes and sighed. "Worse than I expected."
"And why is that?"
"My sister tried to convince me to give up my room since I never stay there except on holidays. Then she tried to reorganize everything in the flat. And Rosie agreed!"
I slammed one of the books shut as Black picked one up himself. He flipped through some of the pages and then looked back at me.
"Rosie as in that foxy barmaid at The Three Broomsticks?" He asked.
I rolled my eyes again. "Yes, Rosie as in that foxy barmaid at The Three Broomsticks. She's my flat share. Fucking annoying in the morning too…"
"I wouldn't mind being around her in the mornings," Black said, winking suggestively.
"Merlin, Black! Stop being so fucking hormonal."
He grinned and put his arm around me. "Can't help it, Ace. I'm a teenage boy and I need pleasure."
"Why can't you read a book or something?" I hissed, noting something in the book in my lap.
"Because, Ace. Why read when I can watch you read? You are quite fascinating to watch read by the way. You constantly start mouthing the words and reacting to things the book says," he said, tightening his grip around my shoulders.
I growled but he didn't move his arm (and I can't honestly say I wasn't happy about it). As I continued to read (and take notes), I felt a something poke my cheek. I looked over to see Black, his finger poised right near my cheek.
"You were mouthing the words again," he whispered, an evil smirk on his lips.
I glared at him. "How's this for mouthing words?"
His lips puckered as he struggled to read my lips, but as realization set in, his expression lightened.
"Ooh, I don't think that's a very appropriate thing to say, Ace"
"What do you mean?" I asked innocently. "I was just saying 'vacuum.'"
He grinned at me and I stuck my tongue out at him. Turning back to my book, I couldn't keep the smile off my face as I felt his gaze on me. I kept my eyes trained on the book, but as I saw Black's finger creep closer and closer to my cheek, I suddenly turned my head and tried to bite down. Black pulled away at the last second, a terrified and confused expression washing over his features.
"Oi! What the bloody hell was that for?"
I grinned and shrugged. "I got bored."
"Well watch it, little rabbit, or you'll bite my finger off."
"I think that was the idea."
He grinned cheekily. "Well aren't you feisty."
"Oh shut up Black!"
He obliged and fell silent, tugging on my hair every once in a while. As I flipped through the pages of the book, I scribbled a few more notes and then slammed it shut with an exasperated sigh. Picking up the next one (which was incidentally the first one I had started working on), I opened it randomly and tried to make sense of the jumble of words on the pages.
After a full minute of trying to figure out what everything meant, I slammed that book shut and started to hit myself on the forehead with it. Suddenly, I felt Black's hand insert itself between my forehead and the book. He took the book from my hand while maintaining his grip on my shoulders.
"What's up?" He asked quietly.
"Gah! I can't figure this out. Do something – anything – to distract me. Please," I pleaded. He wiggled his eyebrows and I sighed. "Talk to me. Distract me with conversation, you idiot."
"Oh, right. So, what are you doing for Christmas? Staying at Hogwarts, going back to your flat, hanging out with a discoing Dumbledore?"
I laughed, letting my head rest on his shoulder. "I'm going back to my flat for a little bit, and if Cami annoys me too much, I'll just walk back up to Hogwarts. You?"
"Going home where no one enjoys my company, relying on James's letters, Remus's cakes and Peter's gifts of smelly cheese – which he gives everyone, yet no one ever wants it, so it always gets given back to him – to keep me from going insane."
I laughed. "How about this? If I owl you throughout Christmas vacation, you owl me back. That way, we both keep our sanity's intact, since our friends are obviously horrible at staying sane themselves."
He laughed too, a hearty sort of bark. "Deal. Will I be getting a Christmas present, then?"
"I don't know," I said coyly. "Will I get one too?"
"Yeah. I promise."
"Well then me too. Pinky promise then?"
He smirked. "Pinky promise?"
I held up my pinky and nodded. He took his hand and held up his pinky too, intertwining both of them and shaking.
"You're such a child," he said, giggling.
"Said the boy who likes poking people when he's bored," I said, laughing.
"You know you like it," he teased.
I smiled coyly at him. "Even if I do, I'll never tell."
He raised one of his eyebrows and I did the same, mimicking him.
"My, my, Alexandra James. You are a strange one," he said, bopping me on the nose with his thumb.
I wrinkled my nose and grimaced. He laughed and tightened his grip on my shoulders, bringing me closer to him. I leaned into his (really fit) chest and sighed. Grabbing one of the books, I flipped to a page and tried to start reading again, but his breath on the back of my neck was distracting. Just as I was about to close the book, I heard footsteps on the stand stairs. Looking up, I saw Frank, a coy smile on his face.
"Well, isn't this cozy."
"That's it, Frank!" I cried happily.
He had just managed to stun Sirius using a non-verbal stunner and I couldn't have been prouder. I had mastered the art of non-verbal spells about 15 minutes prior, using a silent petrificus totalus on Sirius. Yes, Sirius hadn't left, and since we needed to practice our spells on something or someone other than ourselves, he was the unlucky victim.
"I did it! I stunned someone silently!" He exclaimed happily. "I can't believe I did that."
"You did Frank! Oh, I'm so proud. And before the holidays too. Oh, Defense Against the Dark Arts is going to be a breeze after Christmas."
He smiled. "I know! Thanks. Without you I wouldn't have been able to do it!"
"Oh, don't thank me. You're the one who did it. I just helped with the technical stuff. And I wasn't the one getting hexed at. You should thank Sirius… Sirius!" I said, my smile dropping. "Sirius?"
I raced over to where his body was. I quickly un-stunned him and helped him up as the multiple curses and hexes we threw at him made his legs shake. I started to apologize and he just smiled, telling me to shut up.
"No, Sirius, I can't shut up. I'm so sorry I forgot about you. I've been shooting hexes at you for the past half hour and then I completely forgot you'd been stunned. Oh, Merlin. And you've been lying in the cold snow for the past minute," I said, noticing the large wet spot on his back from where he had landed on the snowy stands. "I'm so sorry."
"No," he said, "it's fine. I probably should've brought a jacket, that's all."
"Yeah," said Frank suspiciously. "Why didn't you?"
Sirius smiled and shot me a glance. "Seems like I let someone use my one and only jumper and coats never were my thing."
I felt my cheeks grow hot as I snuggled into his jumper underneath Charlie's massive furry beast she calls a coat. Frank looked over at me and raised an eyebrow.
I stuck my tongue out at him and he shrugged, gathering up my books for me and placing them in my book bag. I got up as he came closer, taking his arm as he walked past. I looked back at Sirius as he loitered on the stands.
"You coming?" I asked and he smiled at me.
Jumping down the stands, he followed us down the steps. The snowy stairs made it hard to walk with my cane, so I kept my hold on Frank steady as he navigated down the icy steps. At one point, I felt my feet slip, but almost as soon as I began to fall backwards, I felt Sirius's steady hand on my back. My cheeks flushed and I brushed a stray lock of hair out of my face as I continued on. I saw Frank shoot me a glance, but I ignored him.
"So…" Frank began awkwardly. "What are you both doing for the holidays? Going home and spending some quality time with your families?"
I looked over at Sirius and I could see the tiny smirk on his face.
"Something like that," I said, happy to see Sirius's grin grow.
I stood on the train platform, waving to Charlie who was leaning out the window. Her large furry beast of a coat was in the seat next to her and I swear I saw it move. Carter was next to her, absentmindedly rubbing circles on the back of her hand with his thumb, waving to me from the carriage with the other hand. I smiled, feeling tears prick my eyes. The train picked up speed and my vision began to blur as tears began to spill from my eyes.
"Come on, Lexi. Don't start crying now. You'll see them soon," I whispered to myself as I began to walk backwards away from the train.
As I watched the scarlet engine keep moving away from the station, I saw a familiar face with black hair and grey eyes staring at me from one of the carriages. I wiped away the tears from my cheek and then waved, smiling at how stupid I probably looked. He waved back but the smile wasn't reciprocated. The train sped away and I crouched down, letting the tears fall.
I had no idea why, but this Christmas, I really didn't want to spend at my flat. Of course, there was no chance of staying at Hogwarts. Diggory was staying along with his new girlfriend and no one awesome was staying with them. So, holidays with Rosmerta and Camilla it was. I stood up carefully and wiped my cheeks again, walking away from the platform and towards Hogsmeade. As I walked, I pulled my jumper up to my nose, reveling in the fact that the warm and comforting smell that I had grown accustomed to was still there.
"I need more mugs and shot glasses," Rosie called out to me from the bar.
I sighed, wiping my wrist across my forehead. "Coming right up."
I quickly dusted my hands against my apron and grabbed three tall stacks of mugs and seven small stacks of shot glasses, placing them on a tray. Rushing out to set it down in one of the cupboards under the bar, I took out the seven different stacks and nodded to Rosie as I took the tray and rushed back into the back room.
Once I got there, I threw the other dirty glasses into the large sink and moved out of the way as Ava, the head cook and head dishwasher (I was the cook and dishwasher's assistant), waved her wand so that the brushes and the faucet started going to work. I hustled over to the stoves and began to throw wood into the burner. As Ava began to garnish one of the soups and three other dishes, I brought over the tray and set the finished dishes on top of it.
"Finished?" I asked her.
She smiled at me. "Table 15, sugar."
"Thanks, Ava," I said over my shoulder as I brought the tray out to the bar.
I walked over to Cami, who was leaning against the bar. Setting down the tray, I snapped my fingers in front of her face as she stared off into the distance. At my snap, she turned to look at me.
"Table 15," I told her, already turning to walk back into the back room.
Cami had gotten lucky, when she moved in with Rosie and me, in the sense that Ava had needed a new waitress as The Three Broomsticks became more and more popular. Cami had needed work since I had refused to help pay for her third of the rent, and I wouldn't let Rosie help us both out.
Since I was still at Hogwarts, Rosie helped pay rent, although I knew Dumbledore had found a way to pay her, even though the ministry had told him he technically couldn't. So now, Cami and Rosie were working full time at The Three Broomsticks, while I worked there on holidays, when I could.
Ava was a dream as a boss, always letting us keep a little extra money if we had worked extra hard, and always cooking us food for after our shifts were over. She also rented the nearest flat to ours, so she could always come over if we needed help with anything, and she made sure that Rosie's parties never got too out of hand, something I was immensely glad for, considering she also made sure to keep my bedroom door locked and out of harm's way.
As I began drying off the clean dishes, I looked over to see Ava looking at me.
"Yes, Ava?" I asked curiously.
"Rosie's gotta leave early tonight sugar. Something about her mother coming to visit. Just wondering if you wanted to take a bar shift tonight."
"Ava, I'm only sixteen."
"I know sugar, but it's either you, me or your sister, and I need to stay behind the bar, making the food, and to be honest, I don't trust your sister around drinks," she said, her southern American accent very pronounced.
"Okay," I said, smiling. "Bar shift it is."
"Great, because I'm pretty sure she's left."
"Sorry sugar, but I just remembered now."
I sighed and pulled off my apron, wiping my wrist against my forehead again as I raced to the bar. I caught a glance of Rosie as she left, but quickly busied myself with drink orders. Butterbeers were easy. Just place the mug under the faucet and turn it on. Firewhiskey was too. Pour until the light blue light at the top of the shot glasses disappeared. The thing that got me was nonalcoholic drinks and mixed drinks.
I had to keep pouring the non-alcoholic drinks down the sink as the faucet for them kept spewing out the wrong ones because I wasn't using magic to operate them. For the mixed drinks, I had to keep checking the booklet that told me how to do so, and because of that, the drink orders were going out slowly. Thankfully, Ava's patrons recognized me and cut me some slack. Some even gave me a sizeable tip for the horrible job I was doing. Just as I was getting the hang of things, I looked up and jumped.
"Wood," I said, my hand flying to my chest. "What are you doing here?"
"Miss James, I don't believe you're 17. Are you allowed to be serving alcohol?"
I gave him a smirk. "What'll you have, Wood?"
"Two shots of firewhiskey, please. And one butterbeer."
I grabbed a mug from underneath the bar and placed it under the butterbeer faucet. Turning it on, I looked back at the bar and then glanced around for Cami. Since no one needed a drink and Cami was tending to one of the only two tables, I turned my attention back to Wood.
"What are you doing here Wood?" I asked him, placing my elbows on the bar top.
"I think the better question, Miss James," he said deviously, "is what you're doing here."
I snorted. "Isn't it obvious? I'm working."
"I realize. But what are you doing in Hogsmeade?"
"I live here. Flat share with the regular barmaid and my sister," I said, nodding my chin at Cami.
Turning away from him, I stepped over to the butterbeer faucet and turned it off. Grabbing the mug, I dropped it down in front of him.
"Two sickles, Wood," I said, smiling, as I held my hand out in front of me.
He smirked and pulled out a handful of coins from his pocket. Taking four sickles, he dropped them into my palm. My eyelids flew open.
"Are you planning to have a second butterbeer I didn't know of?" I laughed.
"No," he said winking. "That's for the butterbeer and the firewhiskey."
"You think you can get a butterbeer and two shots of firewhiskey for four sickles?"
"I think I can if I charm the pants off the barmaid."
He winked at me and I pretended to gag.
"Not going to happen, Wood. Here are your two sickles back."
I placed the two coins in his hand and walked away, taking a drink order from one of the last remaining costumers. Taking the coins from them, I walked back over to Wood.
"So, Wood. You never did tell me what you're doing here," I said, raising my eyebrow at him.
"My dad lives in Hogsmeade. I come visit him a few days a year. Divorce and all."
I nodded. "Yeah, I get it. Just let me wash up, okay? Be back in a sec."
I stepped away, grabbing the dish cloth from the cupboard under the bar. Wiping up the bar counter, I took the last few tips from the counter and walked over to the back room.
"Ava, it's time to close. I cleaned up. Can Cami and I leave?"
Ava walked towards me, six plates on a tray. "Made you food, sugar. Mind staying a bit? Don't want you girls going home on an empty stomach."
I smiled and nodded. "Sure Ava. But why did you make six plates?"
"Well, sugar, don't think because I'm not as young as you means I can't hear you talking to that boy at the bar. He seems like a fine young lad. And, the two others are for my own friends. You don't think because I'm old I don't have friends?"
"Of course not, Ava. Would you like me to bring out the plates? It's no trouble."
She gave me a toothy smile and nodded. "Thank you sugar. I'll just wash off and meet y'all out there."
With that she handed me the tray with the plates and sauntered off towards the large sink. I smiled and made my way to the bar, setting three of the plates of food down in front of the two remaining costumers, a hurried 'Ava'll be right out' shot at them over my shoulder as I made my way over to Wood. Setting down the tray, I passed him a plate and then put the other two on the bar counter, shoving the tray underneath in the cupboard.
"It's on the house," I told Wood as he dug into his pockets for change.
He smiled. "Thanks."
"Don't thank me, thank Ava," I said, pointing to her as she emerged from the back room and greeted her friends at the bar.
"Will do. Can I ask why?"
"Don't know," I said, moving over to the right as Cami came around the bar to grab her plate. "Guess since she was already making some for my sister and me, as well as her friends and her, she decided one more plate couldn't hurt."
"Well, I'll be sure to thank her twice on my way out. She's a good boss, making free food for you and your friends."
"Oh, I'm your friend now?" I asked coyly.
"Well, I'd like you to be. You're smart, beautiful and a wicked quidditch player to boot."
"Oh, Wood. I might blush."
"I'd be honored if you did."
At this, I did blush and he smiled at me, picking at the green beans on his plate. Cami looked over at me, but I kicked her under the bar when she opened her mouth to say something. As we ate in silence, I heard the bell on the door ring. I looked up to see Ava's friends leaving and Ava walking over with four shot glasses. I gave her a quizzical look but she just winked at me. Setting them down in front of us, she fished the bottle of firewhiskey out from under the bar counter and began pouring. I took the last bite of my food and pushed my plate away.
"Ava, can I ask why you poured four glasses of firewhiskey when only two of us are actually of age?" I asked.
"Oh, sugar, you're old enough to work, you're old enough to have some fun every once in a while. Come on don't be a prude," she said, shoving a glass into my hand.
She passed one to Wood and he fished out more coins, though Ava told him to put them away. He did and then gave me a wink.
"I guess I am getting my two shots of firewhiskey after all," he said, smirking.
I rolled my eyes. "You're getting one shot, Wood, not two. I guess counting isn't your best subject."
"Ah, but I was going to give one to the minx of a barmaid."
I blushed again and he winked. I tightened my hold on the firewhiskey glass and then threw it back, choking as it burned down my throat. I saw Wood do the same thing. Alcohol never really was my favorite thing. I'm too much of a lightweight. But he seemed to be a pro, throwing it back and then slamming it on the counter.
"Okay, I'm going to head out," Wood said grabbing my hands in his. "Thanks for everything."
I nodded and he grinned.
"And thanks, Ava," he said, turning to her. "The food was delicious, and thanks for the illegal substances."
He winked and she did so as well. I rolled my eyes and he turned back to me, grabbing my hands again. I felt coins press into my palm and I gave him a confused look. He winked at me again and walked away, pushing open the door. Ava looked at me with an eyebrow raised but I just shook my head, grabbing my (well, Sirius's) jumper and (this time, actually my) coat from a coat rack, and my cane from an umbrella stand. I waited for Cami to grab hers and we took off into the dark and snowy night.
"So, that was…"
"Derek Wood," I finished.
Cami raised her eyebrows and I shoved her lightly.
"Derek Wood, huh? So…"
"Nothing's happening between us."
"Yeah," she said mischievously. "Nothing yet."
I walked into the flat to see that Rosie's coat was hung up. I hoped that her visit with her mum went well. Rosie didn't talk all that fondly about the woman. Nevertheless, I hung up my coat and then crossed the flat to my room, passing the couch that was now doubling as Cami's bed. As I got into my room, I jumped straight onto my bed, my face in my pillows.
Groaning, I turned over and got up again, dead set on putting pajamas on before I passed out. A knocking at the window startled me, but it was just an owl. The poor bugger looked frozen. I quickly opened the window and let it in, grabbing the letter from it. Turning the envelope, my stomach flipped as I saw messy writing spell out my name and then his up in the top left corner.
"Motherfucker," I hissed.
It had already been a few days of Christmas holidays and I had sent five letters to Charlie, three to Carter and two to Sirius. Three guesses who never answered me. And of course, two days after I sent the last letter, I finally got a response. Sirius Black was going to get a good talking to about how to properly respond to a letter. I put the letter to the side, decided that I wasn't going to read it until tomorrow or even the day after that, and put on my pajamas.
Just as I was about to put out the lights, I looked over at the letter once more. Temptation grabbed at me, but I ignored it, turning to my other side. But curiosity was getting the better of me. I quickly turned back around, grabbing the letter and ripping apart the envelope. Unfolding the parchment, I shrieked in frustration as I read the tiny amount of words.
Sorry. Explain later. Tomorrow – 11:30 p.m.
I balled up the letter and threw it across the room, putting out the lights.
"Ava, sorry for this but I have to leave in about half an hour. Is that okay, or do you want me to stay until closing?" I asked, looking over my shoulder at the older American woman.
"Oh, sugar, I don't think an extra hour and a half really matters. Anyways, it's a week day. Not many people coming in here after 10:30, I'm afraid. Just make sure to remind me, and to tell Cami and Rosie on your way out."
"Thanks, Ava," I said, relieved.
As I continued to dry the clean dishes – manually I might add, since I'm still not allowed to do magic outside of school – I brushed a stray strand of hair out of my eyes. A commotion from the bar made me look up, but I quickly turned back to the task at hand. Rosie was tough and pretty. A combination that made breaking up bar fights quite easy for her. At the sound of screaming though, I looked back at Ava who seemed to be worried.
"Want me to go check?" I asked and she nodded.
I dried my hands on the dish cloth and went around to the bar, stopping at what I saw. A large group of people were gathered around something (or someone), and a large trail of blood was leading from the group to the door. Or was it the door to the group? I quickly pushed past a few people, fighting to see what was going on. When I finally got to the front, I stopped dead, horrified at what I saw. Sirius Black was lying on his back, dried and fresh blood covering his face and neck. Large bruises were blossoming on the skin I could see and his clothes were torn up as if he'd been through a tornado.
"Sirius?" I whispered, dropping to my knees. "Sirius?" I said, a little louder this time. "Sirius? Sirius! Sirius, wake up. Sirius! SIRIUS!"
I had begun slapping his cheeks in an attempt to wake him up when someone grabbed my arms. I looked up to see Cami, her face stony.
"I need space," she said to the crowd and they obliged.
Pulling me away from him, she began taking Sirius's pulse. I vaguely felt tears running down my face. Cami quickly stood up and pulled out her wand, muttering an incantation. Sirius's body rose in the air and I let out a choked hiccough. Cami turned back to me and grabbed one of my arms, dragging me along with her as she made her way to the door. As we stepped outside, she slowly lowered Sirius's body back to the ground and then crouched down to put one of his arms around her shoulders.
Placing my own arm around her waist, she pulled her wand arm's sleeve up and looked at me. I understood what she was doing and scrunched my eyes together as she twirled. Pressure came from all sides and I let out a gasp as he hit ground again, my knees giving out under me. Cami quickly opened the door in front of us. We couldn't apparate into our flat, so we had to apparate directly outside of it.
She levitated Sirius's body again and I numbly followed her inside, watching as she placed him on the couch. As soon as she had done so, she took off to the bathroom. I raced to the couch and dropped down beside it, tears running down my cheeks. Placing my hands on his face, I tried to find the bleeding wounds, but there was so much blood I couldn't tell hair from skin. The blood… So much blood…
I blinked and when I opened my eyes, Cami was on the couch instead of Sirius, her face masked by the dark red liquid. I scrunched up my eyes and when I opened them again, it was still Sirius. I almost sighed with relief, but Cami was back with a muggle first aid kit. Taking out her wand, she tried cleaning the blood off his face, but it didn't work. Letting out a frustrated groan, she began digging into the first aid kit and took out a disinfectant cloth, working on getting most of the blood off his face. I let out a strangled hiccough and she looked over at me, worry written on her face.
"'Dria, maybe you shouldn't be –"
"I need to stay," I said forcefully and she nodded.
Swiftly getting up, she pointed her wand at the large armchair we had in the middle of the sitting room and it flew over to place itself right behind me. I fell onto it, pulling my knees up to my chin, and began sobbing as she worked on the unconscious Sirius. Suddenly, realization washed over me and I looked at Cami.
"Why didn't you bring him to St. Mungo's?" I asked shakily.
She gave me a wary look and then passed me a piece of paper that had been pinned on Sirius's shirt, and that I hadn't noticed before. My hand flew up to my throat as I read the only sentence written there.
Bring him to St Mungo's and we attack.
At the bottom of the page, a large skull with a snake coming from its mouth moved eerily. I felt my heart skip a beat as I looked back at Sirius.
I woke up suddenly, panic setting in moments after I opened my eyes. The last thing I remembered was Cami giving me tea that tasted suspiciously like a sleeping solution, and my brain could only think that the worst had happened while I was unconscious.
"Sirius!" I cried, looking at the couch.
He seemed even less alive than before, his skin pale and thread crisscrossing over some of the larger wounds. I dropped down in front of the armchair and grabbed one of his hands, willing him to pull away or pull me in. But he didn't. He stayed still as a corpse. For the second time that night, I fell asleep with tears running down my face.
Someone was fiddling with my hair, I could tell. Opening my eyes, I tried rubbing my eyes but someone's grip kept one of my hands from going near my face. Looking up, I saw Sirius looking down at me, a sly smirk on his face.
"Sirius?" I whispered.
He nodded, brushing a stray lock of hair out of my face. I felt more tears run down it and I silently cursed myself. Why am I crying so much?! I threw myself at him, wrapping my arms around his neck. I let my head rest on his shoulder, and I could see the growing stain of my tears on his ripped shirt.
"I thought you were dead," I muttered into his shoulder.
He began to chuckle throatily. "Well, I couldn't die without saying goodbye, could I?"
I pulled away from him, laughing and wiping at the tears on my cheeks. Suddenly, he reached out and stopped me from wiping away the tears. I froze and he leaned forward and slowly touched my cheek. He now had one hand on my cheek and the other was intertwining itself with one of mine. I felt my heart rate jump and saw his gaze flicker down to my lips, the familiarity of the situation not lost on me. He suddenly stopped, regret flickering in his eyes as he looked down. As he began to pull back, I quickly let my unoccupied hand fly to his chest. He looked up, surprised, as I pulled on his shirt and brought him even closer. He looked right at me and I smirked.
"I have to give you a break sometime, right?"
And then I kissed Sirius Black.
Author's Note: *Squeal!* She finally did it. She kissed him! Told ya I had something in store for the fifteenth chapter! Granted, it isn't a lot, it's just one kiss, but still! And, for the seventeenth, all hell will fall with what I'm planning. Here's a little heads up:
I laughed drunkenly, waving my glass about. Sirius had an impish grin on his face and I tried to mirror it to no avail.
"I feel wasted," I told him, giggling.
"That's 'cause you are."
I gasped dramatically. "Sirius Black, are you trying to get me drunk?"
He smirked. "Why, is it working?"
I hit his arm playfully and downed another shot of firewhiskey, grimacing at the burn down my throat.
"I keep thinking about that kiss," I admitted, taking another shot. "About, what happened."
He nodded, taking a sip of his drink. "Me too."
"But not just that kiss. Others too."
"With other people?"
"We've only ever kissed once, Ace."
"Well, that doesn't have to stay like that, does it?"
So! I hope that little tidbit holds you guys over for a while. I'm currently volunteering at a camp, so writing is on the back burner right now. Of course, it would be awesome to get some reviews! Maybe if I see just how many of you guys want it badly, I may rethink my decision to put writing aside. No promises though, but it will probably happen like that. Thanks! MT Out! :)
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