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Be Careful What You Wish For	By : cls2256 Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 5049 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to Harry Potter or its characters, nor do I make any money from this fic. This is for entertainment purposes only!

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AUTHOR'S NOTES: I wasn't sure if I was going to get this chapter out today, but I neglected scrubbing my showers to finish this chapter instead. #notadultingtoday

She’d fallen asleep curled up against his chest. He listened to the sound of her soft snores as he traced circles against her back, feeling comforted by their skin to skin contact. He hadn’t known such an intimate touch since the few nights they had spent together in Azkaban, huddling close together to combat the icy chill that would sweep past their cell periodically.
He wasn’t sure how long they had even been up here. An hour? Two hours? He didn’t care. He never wanted this moment to end.
“Sirius? Sirius, open up!”
Remus banged on the bedroom door, startling Allie out of her deep slumber. She sat up suddenly, pulling the bedsheet up to cover herself. Irritation seethed through Sirius as he got up and started searching for his clothes.
“For merlin’s sake—” Sirius grumbled. “Give me a minute, Moony, geez...”
Remus continued to pound on the door as Sirius found his clothes, redressing quickly.
“COULD YOU GIVE ME A DAMN MINUTE?—“ Sirius hollered at the door, and the banging stopped. “jesus fucking christ…” he added under his breath. “Someone better be dying.”
Sirius turned back to Allie, now curled up in a ball with her back pressed against the headboard and sheet pulled up to her neck. He gave her a weak smile and kissed her forehead, speaking to her gently. “I’ll get rid of him, kitten; be back in a flash.”
Sirius slipped out the bedroom door and shut it behind him quickly, as to keep Remus from catching a glimpse of Allie inside.
“Are you trying to rile up my mother’s portait?” he grumbled “your pounding sounded like a goddamn freight train derailing…”
Remus stood with his arms crossed, looking unamused.
“Your shirt is inside out.”
Sirius muttered expletives under his breath as he fixed his shirt under Remus’s obtrusive stare.
“Is Allie in there?” Remus asked “She’s been gone from the party over an hour.”
“Yes, she is.”
“What were you thinking?” Remus scolded “She’s getting married next week!”
“That is between her and me.” Sirius said pointedly. “What do you need? Need me to come downstairs and tell everyone to go on home?”
Remus huffed, shaking his head disapprovingly “I don’t think she’d appreciate you putting her infidelity on blast.”
“I’ll tell everyone she was feeling ill,” Sirius said impatiently “Too much champagne— it’s believable.”
Sirius pushed past Remus with a not-so-gentle shove, and made his was down the few flights of stairs to the basement kitchen. Most of the party guests were still here, mingling and drinking as normal.
“Oh Sirius, there you are— have you seen Allie?” Molly asked “She disappeared over an hour ago.”
“Allie isn’t feeling well— Champagne, you know…”
The Order members all let out a few ‘ahhs’, except Tonks, who smirked at Sirius from the corner of the kitchen.
“She said thank you for the party, but she needed to lie down.”
Sirius turned and left before anyone could ask him questions. He felt Remus’s eyes on him as he retreated back up the basement stairs. He didn’t turn back to look at him, still irritated that Remus ruined his picturesque evening.
Sirius returned to his bedroom to find Allie sitting on the windowsill, wrapped in a bedsheet, tears streaming down her face. The grayish blue moonlight illuminated her porcelain skin with an ethereal glow. Despite her eyelids beginning to swell from crying, Sirius couldn’t help but think how lovely she looked right now— the sight of her was hauntingly beautiful.
“What’s wrong?”
He was pretty sure he knew what was wrong before he even asked. She was twirling her engagement ring around her finger anxiously, gaze fixated on a point outside the window.
“I am a terrible person…”
“No, no you’re not—“ Sirius kneeled down next to her “I put you in a very unfair position,” he sighed heavily “I’m no good with this stuff, kitten— I’m sorry.”
“It’s not that Sirius,” She said softly “I want this. I want you. I love you; I’ve loved you for a long time. I just… I also care about Jack, and it hurts me to know I will hurt him.”
“I can talk to him with you?” Sirius offered. “I’ll take responsibility.”
“No, you are a convict on the run;” she said, shaking her head “Don’t be stupid.”
Sirius snickered softly “I’m pretty good at being stupid, aren’t I?”
Allie couldn’t help but laugh; she fought a smile, but couldn’t hold back. They were silent for a moment as Sirius reached for her hand, stroking his thumb over her knuckles as they pressed their foreheads together.
“Come on kitten, you want to come back to bed? I told them all you weren’t feeling well and went to lie down.”
Allie shook her head, speaking softly. “I don’t feel much like sleeping anymore.”
A wide, boyish grin spread across Sirius’s face “Well, then I can think of something else we can do…”
Allie rolled her eyes as she laughed softly. She reached up and stroked Sirius’s cheek gently, her eyes roving over his face before she frowned.
“Jack is expecting me this evening, I told him I wouldn’t be out late.”
“Send him an owl, tell him you had too much champagne and need to sleep it off.”
“No, I need to just go ahead and speak with him tonight,” Allie shook her head “get it over with.”
He watched her redress, admiring the way her hair bounced as she wiggled back into her dress. He wished desperately she would stay, to curl up against his chest as he would draw lazy patterns over her velvet skin.
“I’ll be back tomorrow? If that’s alright?” she said, turning to him.
“You don’t need my permission, my home is yours now.”
He caught her waist and pulled her close. He tucked a lock of her bouncy curls behind her ear as he admired her round cheeks, now flooding with color.
“I love you.” he whispered
She pressed her lips to his, wrapping her arms around his neck. Sirius took note in how perfect their bodies fit together as she pressed herself to him. Everything about her was intoxicating; the softness of her lifts, the floral notes of her perfume, the feel of her smooth skin under his palms.
As he watched her leave his bedroom, watching her full hips sway with her gait, he had to pinch himself, for he couldn’t believe such a woman was his.
Damn imperturbable charms.
Tonks had pulled Remus into the drawing room rather quickly the next afternoon, slamming the door shut and casting this charm to mute their conversation. Sirius had his ear pressed to the door, unable to contain his curiosity. Much to his dissatisfaction, he couldn’t hear a damn thing, no matter how hard he strained.
As he was in the middle of trying to stick his nose in Remus’s business (Sirius was only returning the favor, as Remus was always sticking his nose in his), the front door opened, and Allie stepped inside, eyes puffy and red, and a suitcase in each hand. She looked at him, frowning.
“I need to move in,” she said softly, looking down at the floor. “If that’s alright.”
Sirius nearly floated he stepped over to her so fast. His hands wove into her hair as he kissed her firmly. She dropped her suitcases and started trembling. It was only after he pulled away that he realized she was crying.
“Nothing would make me happier,” Sirius said, smiling at her reassuringly. “Why don’t you go unpack and freshen up? I’ll make us a cuppa.”
She nodded, sniffling and wiping her eyes “Alright; is anyone else here?”
“Moony and Tonks are chatting in the drawing room, but it’s just them.”
Allie smiled slightly as she shifted her gaze at the drawing room door. “Would it be alright if we had our tea upstairs?”
“Of course, whatever you want, kitten.”
Despite her puffy eyes and patchy skin, Sirius couldn’t help but think Allie looked adorable curled up in the corner of his bed, leaning against the wall as she clutched her tea mug in her palms. Sirius took note that she no longer donned the glinting engagement ring on her left hand.
“You want to talk about what happened?” he asked, taking a sip of his steaming tea.
“I went to Jack’s last night. I told him I couldn’t go through with the wedding,” Allie pulled her neckline to the side to reveal a love bite Sirius left on her the night before “he knew why when he saw this.”
“Oops…” Sirius felt a pang of guilt— he might’ve gotten a little carried away in his eagerness to fuck her. “Was he angry?”
“Of course he was,” she whispered, shrugging “But not as angry as my mum. I went home after I finished talking to him, and she screamed at me for hours. I’ve never seen her so mad.”
“Did you tell her you left your fiancé for a convicted murderer you met in prison?”
Sirius looked at her with a deadpan expression. After a moment of silence, she broke out into laughter, her expression softening. She seemed to relax a little bit after a bit of a laugh.
“No, but mum assumed it was somebody in my ‘little group’, she calls it— she told me if I was willing to throw my life away for a man in this group then I could just come live with him instead.”
Sirius took a moment to digest this, unsure of what to say to this. He decided to resort to his humor once more.
“How did she know it was a bloke? Maybe you were throwing away your marriage for a lady…”
“ohmygod,” Allie started laughing again “you’re stupid.”
Sirius grinned wryly “Tell me kitten, are you into ladies like that? ‘Cause I could be into watching that…”
“Stop!” Allie now squealed with laughter, her face a deep shade of scarlet. “I’m not into girls like that.”
“What? No licky fish after you got yourself a lady roommate in Azkaban? I would’ve taken full advantage of that if I were you…”
“SIRIUS!”
Allie was laughing so hard she was coughing, spilling her tea as sucked in breaths with strangled gulps. Sirius laughed just as hard, more so finding her laughing more humorous than his lesbian quips.
“I thought you needed a good laugh,” he said, clutching his side “ease that sour mood.”
After a minute, their laughter subsided. Sirius leaned back against the wall, his ankles dangling off the side of the mattress, as he was taller than the bed was wide.
“Did a good laugh actually ease that sour mood?” he asked, turning his head to her.
She nodded, smiling slightly.
“Excellent,” he flashed a wide smile “Now… any chance you know how to break an imperturbable charm from the outside?”
Allie had insisted she make a pie for dessert. Sirius didn’t mind that she hardly bothered to dress herself to do it.
They’d spent the afternoon in bed, Sirius’s head between her legs as she squirmed about, whining his name over and over as he made her come again, and again, and again.
They were alone for dinner that night, so Sirius insisted on making her a ‘fabulous’ romantic meal. He thought she was going to die of asphyxiation from laughing so hard when she saw the table set with his finest china, bearing peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.
“Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches were a delicacy in prison, kitten. Surely you know this…”
He had aimed to make dinner a comedic spectacle, and it worked. He loved how all her tension and troubles melted away when she laughed, and how her green eyes would sparkle like twin emeralds when she smiled.
After dinner, he’d pushed the china to one end of the table so he could lay her out, tearing her clothes off and throwing the articles over his shoulder. Her moans of pleasure had been music to his ears; she was usually so soft spoken, but in the thralls of a good shag, she wasn’t afraid to raise her voice.
Now, he watched her from his seat at the table bob around the kitchen in only a pair of pink panties, making what looked to be an apple pie. Sirius sipped a glass of scotch as he admired the way her butt cheeks were accentuated by the small scrap of cotton. He eyed her gorgeous bare breasts every time she turned around to smile at him.
“Staring isn’t polite, you know” she said softly, smirking.
“Who said I was polite?”
Sirius grinned over his glass of scotch as Allie bent over to place the pie in the oven. What a lovely view— a very lovely view indeed.
“Alright, this pie needs a half hour…”
Sirius’s flashed at her “I can think of a good way to kill a half hour.”
Allie rolled her eyes, chuckling under her breath. “I have to work a double tomorrow, if I plan on walking, the shagging will have to wait.”
She sunk down in a chair across from Sirius, leaning back to give him a good view of her breasts. She enjoys teasing me… Sirius took a large swig of his scotch shaking his head furiously as the liquid burned all the way down his throat. It took him a second to process that she would be going back to work— namely with her now ex-fiancé and furious mother.
“Do you have to work with your mum or Jack tomorrow?” he asked, furrowing his brow.
“Both, at different parts of the day.”
She stared down at the table now, her face falling. She shifted awkwardly, and then crossed her arms to cover herself. Sirius felt a pang of guilt;
“I’m sorry—“
“Don’t” she whispered, still not looking at him “This was every bit my choice too. You are not at fault.” She rose from the table, blushing. “I’m going to dress— if that’s alright?”
“You don’t need my permission to put your clothes back on,” Sirius chuckled softly “whatever makes you more comfortable, despite how lovely the view is now.”
It ended up being a very very good thing that Allie had decided to get dressed. As she was pulling the apple pie out of the oven, Kingsley had arrived at 12 Grimmauld Place, his forehead creased from a concerned expression.
“The others will be here in just a moment,” Kingsley said “Dumbledore has been sacked.”
“What?!” Sirius cried “What do you mean he’s been sacked? Where is he?”
“He’s on the run now,” Kingsley said “I’ll explain everything when the other’s get here.”
It was only a few minutes before the basement kitchen was full. The table was now cramped and crowded, everyone squeezed in like sardines. Sirius held Allie’s hand under the table, out of sight from everyone as Kingsley relayed that Dumbledore had taken the fall for Harry and Hermione for their Defense Against the Dark Arts group, as they had taken to calling themselves Dumbledore’s Army.
“So what does this mean for the Order?” Tonks piped up “With Dumbledore on the run for however long…”
“We keep doing what we’re doing!” Moody gruffed “We guard the weapon as we have been. We carry on with Albus’s orders as normal.”
“And what of Harry?” Sirius interjected “and the other kids— are they safe at Hogwarts?”
“So far, yes.” Kingsley said reassuringly.
“Albus didn’t have guard duty scheduled out past this week, so I made a new schedule out through the end of the month,” Moody threw down a piece of parchment in front of him “Don’t forget to look at it. Meeting dismissed.”
Allie must’ve picked up on Sirius’s worry of Harry; she squeezed his hand underneath the table, getting his attention. Sirius turned his head to her,
“Harry will be alright,” she whispered “have faith.”
“For Umbridge’s sake, he better be,” Sirius said in a low growl “Because if any harm comes to my godson, I will kill that bitch with my bare hands.”
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