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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
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Chapter List
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AUTHOR'S NOTES: once again, I've neglected my housework this weekend to bring you all this chapter. This chapter was much more fun to write than mopping the floors would've been. Still no regrets.
A smut heavy chapter for you all; enjoy!!

Allie came and went for work from 12 Grimmauld Place, sometimes returning with red puffy eyes, sometimes not. Nevertheless, Sirius would be waiting for her with a fresh cup of tea, ready to hear about her day. She never wanted to talk much on the days she returned home with wet cheeks and patchy skin, but he didn’t mind— they would curl up on the couch and sip their tea together all the same.
This particular evening, she had returned home a mess. Upon stepping inside the threshold, she’d collapsed into his arms, sobbing against his chest.
“Rough day?” Sirius asked
She nodded, nuzzling herself deeper into his chest, taking gasping breaths as she shuddered.
“You want to talk about it?”
She shook her head. Sirius kissed her forehead, and then stroked her back until her sobs quieted down to soft sniffles.
“You ready for a cuppa?” he asked “I sent Moony out for some new tea varieties, and he came back with a load of fancy blends. Today we’re having Lemon Hibiscus, whatever the fuck that is…”
Allie giggled as she wiped her eyes “That sounds lovely.”
He met her in the drawing room, steam rolling off the mugs of fresh floral tea. Sirius plopped down onto the couch and extended his arm to Allie; she curled up in his lap, leaning her head into the crook of his neck. Her hair was so voluminous that it acted somewhat as a pillow as he rested his cheek against the top of her head.
“Everyone has taken sides,” Allie whispered after a few minutes of silence “I’m the Leaky Cauldron’s scarlet woman. They all whisper about me— some behind my back, some knowing I can hear them.”
“That’s horseshit,” Sirius spat “You are no scarlet woman.”
“I am, well— sort of,” Allie said softly, fidgeting with her tea mug “I cheated on my fiancé. I broke a promise.”
Sirius paused, trying to read her expression. “Do you regret your choice?”
“No,” She said, without hesitation. Relief flooded through Sirius at how confidently she answered his question. “I probably shouldn’t’ve shagged you until I broke it off with him—“she smiled sheepishly, still fidgeting with her mug. “–but it was rather nice.”
Sirius grinned “It was rather nice, wasn’t it?” he set his mug down on the side table next to him, then took Allie’s from her and set it down next to his. “I was pretty buzzed then, so some details of that night are hazy. I think I need a reminder…”
He slid his hand up her skirt slowly, raising a brow at her. Allie giggled, playfully rolling her eyes.
“Is sex all you think about?” she teased
“Well, when I have a gorgeous woman sitting in my lap, it’s hard not to…”
Sirius slipped his hand down the front of her knickers, and traced his finger along her slit. Her breathing hitched as she instinctively opened her legs a slight bit; she was already wet.
“Mmm, wet for me already?” Sirius grinned even wider “Is sex all you think about, kitten?”
He slid two fingers inside of her, chuckling softly as she gasped— music to his ears. He arched his fingers, feeling for the soft spongy spot that would make her cry out for him.
“I bet— you— call— all the girls— kitten—ah!”
Sirius leaned in, grinning wider at the cry that escaped her lips when he found her sweet spot. He rested his lips against her ear, whispering huskily.
“Only the ones I like.”
Her gasps and moans filled the room as Sirius worked his fingers inside her. His thumb brushed over her clit gently, making her whole body shudder.
“That’s it, almost there…” he whispered to her, coaxing her to her climax. “Let go, give yourself over to me…”
Her muscles clamped down around his fingers, and she about fell out of his lap; Sirius held her in place with one arm around her waist, kissing her neck as she gasped for air. He continued to move his fingers in and out, but slowed his pace. He moved just enough to keep her aroused.
“You’re so beautiful…” he purred in her ear “Gorgeous… amazing… wonderful…”
Allie turned her face to him; her gaze was filled with lust, with need. She kissed him fervently, leaning all her body weight into him and clumsily grabbing at his belt.
“Please, I need you inside me,” She whispered, shifting to straddle him “Please, Sirius…”
His cock pulsed as she begged for him; her words almost enough to set him over the edge. Sirius slid his hands up her thighs and pulled the crotch of her panties to the side. He positioned his head at her entrance and pushed in;
“You don’t have to ask me twice.”
She gasped as he groaned. Her walls squeezed him tight as he pulled her down onto him and sunk his full length inside. He kissed the hollow of her throat and nipped at the crook of her neck, leaving love bites behind.
“You feel so good, Allie,” he said in a low growl “So fucking good…”
Her full uniform skirt encased their laps like a thick blanket. He gripped her hips underneath the bolts of fabric, guiding her up and down. Her eyes were closed, her head was thrown back— she was losing herself in pleasure. The sights nearly made Sirius lose it himself, but no, he was not an inexperienced 15 year old boy. He would stay hard for her, he would.
There was something extremely erotic about being mostly clothed, but participating in such an intimate act. Her uniform was modest; a knee length A-line skirt and a ¾ sleeve plain blouse, but she made it look sexier than a thin scrap of lacy lingerie. However, he did wish her blouse would’ve been a button down, for he wanted to rip her shirt open to reveal those lovely breasts he was so fond of. Next time, perhaps.
Her whimpers grew louder as he thrusted deeper into her; her hands tangled into his hair as hands slid around to grip her asscheeks, kneading and squeezing her tender flesh. She was so slick, so tight—he needed her to finish soon or he would lose himself. She felt so good— too good, and judging by the sounds she made, he must feel pretty good to her too.
Allie climaxed with a sharp cry, shuddering in his lap and fisting handfuls of his hair. He was about to finish, about to let it go when Allie noticed something behind them, gasping and jumping back so hard she fell out of his lap and onto the floor.
He whipped his head around to see Molly, white-faced and shocked, standing in the doorway. Sirius gritted his teeth and let out a frustrated growl as he quickly tucked himself back into his trousers. Fucking blue-balled by Molly Weasley.
“Can I help you with something, Molly?” Sirius asked pointedly.
“Isn’t she getting married in the morning?” Molly asked. Her tone was sharp, accusatory.
“No, she’s not. Not anymore.”
Color flooded back to Molly’s face as she spoke again. “I’d like a private word with you, Sirius— in the kitchen.”
She spun on her heel and exited the room. Sirius swore under his breath and turned back to Allie. She now was standing, wrapping her arms around herself protectively with tears swimming in her eyes. Her face was deep scarlet; she looked humiliated.
“I’m so sorry she walked in on that,” Sirius said, standing and pulling her close. He wiped a tray tear from her cheek. “You have nothing to be ashamed for, you know that?”
Her chin quivered, and a few more stray tears slid down her cheek, but despite this, she nodded and pressed her forehead into his.
“Why don’t you go upstairs and freshen up?” he suggested “change into something more comfortable. I’ll meet you up there when I deal with her.”
“Alright.” She whispered.
Sirius gave her a quick peck on the lips and smiled. “Alright.”
He walked her to the stairs, kissing her gently on the lips one more time before she ascended. her footsteps light as air. Once she was out of sight, he spun on his heels and retreated begrudgingly down to the basement kitchen. Molly was seated; her mouth was pressed into a thin line, and her hands were clasped together firmly, resting atop the table. She looked like a mother who’d caught one of her teenaged sons sneaking in past curfew.
“What can I do for you this evening, Molly?” Sirius asked with false politeness.
Molly took a moment to answer. “She was to get married in the morning, Sirius.” Molly’s tone was stern, serious— chastising.
“She was,” he said casually “but now she’s not.”
Molly pursed her lips “what did you do to seduce her? I know it’s been hard here alone, but merlin, an almost married woman?”
“Seduce her?” irritation seethed through Sirius. “Allie changed her mind. She didn’t want to marry Jack anymore once she learned how I felt about her. She had every right to make that decision for herself. If you want to paint me as the bad guy who broke up a marriage, fine, so be it, but you won’t chastise her for her choice. I will not allow you to make her feel like she has something to be ashamed of.”
The silence was tense, thick. It was nearly a full minute before Molly spoke again, speaking just above a whisper.
“This is our Headquarters. Members come and go periodically. Certainly Dumbledore wouldn’t be pleased you’re treating it as a brothel.”
“A brothel?!” Irritation seethed further. How dare she? This was his house. “This is my goddamn house Molly, and I will do with it what I please. If I want to shag my girlfriend on the couch, so be it. If I want to walk around in the buff, so be it. Knock next time if you’re worried you’ll see something you don’t like.”
Color flooded through Molly’s face “I happen to have Allie’s best interest in mind—“
“As do I,” Sirius interrupted “She’s an adult, and she made a decision to break off her engagement. The rest is none of your concern, she isn’t one of your kids so you do not have a say in her decision.”
Another silent minute went by. Sirius started clanking around the kitchen for fresh cups of tea for him and Allie; surely theirs had gone cold while they were shagging.
“Now, you came here for something, obviously. What can I do for you?”
“Alastor thinks it best to brush up on our dueling. With Dumbledore gone, he wants to keep us in tip top shape in case we need it.” Molly spoke flatly, to the point— Sirius knew she was not happy with him. “Would tomorrow be alright with you, since this is your house?” she added, her tone laced with venom.
“That works fine,” Sirius said stiffly. “Tomorrow it is.”
Molly rose and exited the kitchen without another word, and without looking back. Sirius grumbled under his breath once she was gone, then entered the pantry and started rummaging for junk food. James used to always say that Lily craved junk food when she was upset; potentially some licorice wands and a bag of potato chips would cheer Allie right up. After getting seriously blue-balled, he figured if it didn’t cheer her up, at least it might cheer him up.
Sirius entered his bedroom with an armful of junk food, grinning at the sight of Allie gazing out the window, donning one of his ratty old band t-shirts.
“I borrowed a shirt, if that’s alright…” she said softly
This particular shirt came from a show that he, James, Remus and Peter had attended in the summer between their 5^th and 6^th years— The Who had performed in London that summer. The four of them had gotten so drunk at the show and ended up renting a room at a shady muggle motel, invited some girls from the show to join them, and proceeded to trash the place. They had left in a hurry that morning upon realizing their mess, and being underage, didn’t want to risk using magic to fix the room. They left the sleeping women and a stack of pounds on the mattress with a note reading ‘Sorry about the mess, had to run’. Ah, the good old days…
“More than alright—“ Sirius grinned “you look far sexier in that shirt than I do.”
She blushed furiously, fighting a smile that eventually won out and spread across her face. She plopped down on the bed, leaning her back against the wall and bringing her knees to her chest.
“Licorice wands and potato chips?” she asked, outstretching her hand to gesture for him to join her. “A curious combination.”
“Yeah, I thought a nice, healthy snack might make you feel better.”
He sat down next to her, handing her a few licorice wands and setting the bag of chips down between them. Allie tore open one of the wrappers, placed a bit of the licorice between her teeth and snapped it in half with a quick yank.
“So healthy,” Allie giggled “However, a diet of potatoes alone is sustainable…” After a moment, “Is Molly upset?”
“She’s not thrilled, mostly with me, but don’t you mind her,” Sirius waved his hand to dismiss the thought “Mad-eye wants the Order to have a dueling practice tomorrow— thinks we need to all brush up on our skills.”
“I could use the practice,” She said “I haven’t dueled since I was in school.”
“I’m sure you’re going to do just fine, with all your lessons with Remus, you’ll probably be the best one tomorrow.”
“Flattering, but I don’t think so,” After another moment pause “Do you think the rest of the Order will be upset about us?”
“It’s our lives and we are free to do as we choose,” Sirius said impatiently “Remus and Molly are the most uptight, chances are they’ll be the only ones who will cause grief over it, but I’m not anticipating any more than I’ve already received.”
Allie flushed a slight pink. “I respect these people; I want their respect in return.”
“What makes you think you did anything that would make them lose respect for you?”
Allie hunched over, fidgeting with her empty licorice wrapper. “I cheated on my fiancé.”
She needed to laugh. It was time to break out his joke arsenal; he knew he could get her to relax if she just laughed.
“Yeah, that’s true…” he said, looking at her with a deadpan expression “and with an alleged mass murderer, to boot”
It took Allie a moment, but all her tension seemed to ease once she started laughing. God, he loved her smile; it lit up the entire room, in his mind. Sirius grinned
“Of all the blokes you could’ve gotten stuck with in Azkaban, aren’t you glad you got stuck with the one innocent one?”
Allie’s laughter settled. “I am thankful every day it was you I was placed with,” she leaned her head to the side and rested her temple on his shoulder. “I love you, I don’t want you to think I ever regret choosing you. I made my bed, now I have to lie in it,” she hunched her shoulders once more. “Unfortunately, knowing this doesn’t make it easier to ignore the whispers and stares.” She added, muttering.
Sirius took her hand, squeezing gently.
“I love you, Allie,” he said softly “I’ve never felt this way about anybody before. I keep waiting to wake up alone in my cell in Azkaban, that the past few years never happened, and that this is all a dream. I spent years convincing myself I would never have this, would never have what James and Lily had before they died.”
At the mention of James and Lily, Peter flashed across his mind. He hated that vile rat— that piece of shit that ruined his life. The Potters were dead because of him, and Sirius spent over a decade in prison because of him.
An odd thought crossed Sirius’s mind suddenly, one that he had never pieced together until this moment. For a split second, he felt a twinge of thankfulness for the time he did spend in Azkaban. Was he going mad? He was feeling thankful for prison?
He was going mad— for he was a man in love. He was undoubtedly, head over heels, stomach flip-flopping sick in love with the woman sitting next to him. She had become the light in his life that he’d been wishing for. He felt this twinge of thankfulness for his time spent in Azkaban, for it let him to her.
“Allie, it’s going to be fine—“
“No, no, they are all going to be whispering about us— staring, glowering—“
“Stop,” Sirius ordered softly.
Allie looked like she was going to vomit. Sirius pulled her towards him, brushing the back of his hand across her cheek “If they have anything to say about us, then they can talk to me—alright?
Allie looked unconvinced. She hunched her shoulders forward and wrapped her arms around herself as she shifted her gaze down at their feet. Sirius cupped her chin and gently pushed her up to meet his eyes. He held her stare, smiling reassuringly at her.
“Alright?” he repeated.
Allie looked at him for a moment before swallowing hard and nodding stiffly “…Alright.”
He took her hand and led her outside to 12 Grimmauld Place’s courtyard. It was as lovely back here as the rest of the house— there were dried up plants in the flower beds, the grass full of weeds, and the cement patio was veined with settlement cracks. Gorgeous. It was the goddamn Ritz-Carlton out here.
“Listen up, you lot— Allie isn’t getting married anymore, and she and I are together. If anyone has a problem with that, they can take it up with me— got it?”
Molly let out disapproving huffs, but the rest of the Order simply shrugged, seeming unaffected by this news. Remus didn’t seem as relaxed as everyone else, but wasn’t as obvious of his disdain as Molly was being. Moody’s magical eye whirred around, seeming to inspect both of them before he stood and addressed everyone.
“Alright, if we’re done with personal matters, let’s get to work— Arthur! Kingsley! You two go first.”
Arthur and Kingsley dueled impressively, but in the end, Arthur went flying onto his back. Allie and Tonks were next, and Sirius was impressed with how skilled Allie was, especially going up against a trained Auror. Allie actually won, binding Tonks with an incarcerous charm. Sirius however wasn’t as fortunate in his duel with Remus— it was him who forfeited the duel, taken down by a knee-reversing jinx.
“Alright, that’s enough for today,” Moody gruffed “we’ll do another one of these next week.
“Nice duel, padfoot,” Remus said, smirking as he extended his hand to help Sirius stand “You almost beat me with that leg-locker curse.”
“Yeah, but you cheated— that knee-reversing hex shouldn’t be allowed.” Sirius groaned, flexing his knees as he winced.
“Sore loser,” Remus teased “I’d like to use the drawing room this evening to work with Allie on her patronus— we haven’t given it a go for a few weeks.”
“Yeah, yeah, go for it.” Sirius said “she’s had a rough go of it at work though, I don’t know if she’ll be able to conjure up anything.”
Sirius hung out in the kitchen while Remus and Allie got to work in the drawing room. He spent the whole time nursing a couple glasses of scotch and rolling his eyes at Kreacher’s ramblings to himself. After an hour or so, Remus and Allie entered the kitchen; she had the largest smile on her face, grinning ear to ear.
“What’s going on?” Sirius asked, raising a brow.
“Show him.”
Remus nodded to Allie. She flourished her wand, speaking the incantation softly, but confidently.
“Expecto Patronum!”
A large silver butterfly burst from her wand, fluttering around the room for a moment before landing on Sirius’s shoulder. Allie let out a giggle, and the butterfly dissipated.
“Nice work,” Sirius said, his own grin spreading ear to ear “Suits you well.”
“Well, I’m going to go have a spot of tea—“ Remus clasped his hands together “Allie, Padfoot, care to join me?”
“Uhm, I actually need to speak with Sirius for a minute, if that’s alright?” Allie asked softly
“You don’t need my permission,” Remus said, not unkindly “I’ll keep the kettle warm.”
Allie grabbed Sirius’s hand and led him up the stairs. When they reached the top, she turned to him.
“Thank you, for earlier—in front of…”
She trailed off, but Sirius knew what she was getting at. He kissed her softly, pulling away just an inch.
“Nothing of it,” he said softly “I told you not to worry.”
She leaned back into him, and their lips pressed together. Their kiss shifted into snogging; Sirius pinned her against the wall, gripping her waist tight as her hands snaked into his hair. After a minute, he pulled away, breathing heavily.
“Shall we take this upstairs?”
Allie giggled, initiating apparition that took them to Sirius’s bedroom. Once inside, it was her that pushed him against the wall, holding him in place with her hands on his chest, and looking at him with a peculiar expression. He was about to ask her what she was up to when her lips crashed against his, and her delicate fingers began working at his belt. He felt it best not to interrupt her in this moment.
She sunk down onto her knees and slid his trousers and boxers down, allowing them to pool at his ankles. She bit her lip as she looked at his erection, then up at him. Before Sirius could say anything, she took him in her mouth, keeping her eyes on him as she did so. He let out a low growl, tangling a hand in her wild curls as her velvet tongue stroked up and down his shaft. She held him at the base of his cock with one hand, her other sliding up his thigh, kneading his flesh.
She was wonderful— he felt his balls start to tighten when a heavy pounding startled him.
“Sirius! Sirius! Open up!”
“God fucking damnit—“ he growled “I AM IN THE MIDDLE OF SOMETHING, MOONY!”
Allie pulled back, her lips breaking contact with a soft pop. She blushed as Sirius yanked his pants back up and muttering under his breath.
“Can’t get any privacy in this goddamn house…”
“Was that okay?” Allie asked, her voice small and whisper soft.
Sirius stopped and bent down, kissing her firmly. “That was lovely, kitten, I regret we had to stop,” she blushed deeper “give me a moment, I’ll get rid of him.”
Sirius stormed over to the door, ripping it open and scowling.
“I’m a little busy in—”
Remus held his hand up to silence Sirius. He was about to snap at Remus, until he noticed he was panting heavily, and his expression coated with a sense of urgency.
“Harry is in the fireplace— he needs to speak with us.”
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