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Hold on Tight	By : cls2256 Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 7315 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter List
- 1-one
- 2-two
- 3-three
- 4-four
- 5-five
- 6-six
- 7-seven
- 8-eight
- 9-nine
- 10-ten
- 11-eleven
- 12-twelve
- 13-thirteen
- 14-fourteen
- 15-fifteen
- 16-sixteen
- 17-seventeen
- 18-eighteen
- 19-nineteen
- 20-twenty
- 21-twenty one
- 22-twenty two
- 23-twenty three
- 24-twenty four
- 25-twenty five
- 26-twenty six
- 27-twenty seven
- 28-twenty eight
- 29-Twenty nine
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Allie did not return home Saturday night, nor Sunday morning.
Sirius spent the evening kicking back a half bottle of fire whiskey until he had to crawl up the stairs and into bed. He woke to an empty bed Sunday morning, but with a note dropped off by a school owl waiting patiently in the window for a treat.
Be home late tonight.
-A
He sighed. They had planned on having this whole weekend to spend together, but their plans were thwarted by this cursed necklace bullshit. He'd bent over backward to get his shifts covered, even promising Rod Thorson he'd take him to a strip club for covering his Saturday night shift. He shuddered at the thought of having to spend an evening with Thorson for nothing.
Bored out of his mind by lunchtime, Sirius found his way towards the Leaky Cauldron for a pint or two before doing some shopping in Diagon Alley. The pub wasn't as busy as he expected, he figured despite the bitter cold that yesterday's storm brought, people would want to be out and about now that it was dry outside.
He sat down at the edge of the bar, frowning as he realized Jack was bartending this afternoon. He whistled a familiar tune as he dried bar glasses, seemingly unbothered by Sirius's presence.
"Whatcha drinkin'?" he called over.
Sirius furrowed his brow, wondering for a moment if Jack was speaking to him. Sirius was alone at the bar, so he assumed he must be.
"Uhm, a pint of red ale?"
Jack nodded, then turned to pour Sirius's stein. Jack served it with a look of indifference, working the bar in an autonomic fashion and acting like Sirius was a complete stranger.
"Thanks," said Sirius, with an almost questioning tone.
Jack gave him a two-finger salute and continued about drying his glasses, whistling and humming softly to himself. Sirius found it odd that Jack appeared utterly unphased by his presence at the bar today. Just a few days before, Jack would scowl at him anytime their eyes met. He wondered if Jack was trying to turn over a new leaf between them— was Lenore the distraction that Jack needed?
"Bonjour," Lenore's smooth voice purred from off to his left, "I didn't think you were going to be here this weekend,"
Sirius whipped around, just now noticing Lenore hanging posters along the stone walls of the pub. The posters advertised a 'Monsterous Masquerade,' here at the Leaky Cauldron on Halloween.
"Plans got flipped about," Sirius shrugged "and was in the mood for a pint."
There was an awkward pause as Lenore smoothed the edges of her poster, and Sirius felt his ears grow hot.
"Hey, I'm, uh, sorry," he started, stumbling over his words "for the other day. I wasn't trying to watch you or anything—"
Lenore looked over her shoulder and smiled mischievously. "I didn't mind."
Sirius coughed awkwardly, shifting his weight and praying the stirring in his trousers would go away.
"What are— *cough* those posters?" he stumbled. "We're having a Halloween Party?"
"Yes, I told Madame Colleen I thought an event would help drive some more business in," Lenore said smoothly, "She got the approval from Tom, so we're going all out. Live music, signature cocktails. It's a masquerade, so be sure to dress accordingly,"
Lenore entered behind the bar and leaned forward toward him, resting her elbows onto the bar counter.
"Since you're here, would you mind taste-testing a little something for me? Madame Colleen asked me to come up with the cocktail menu."
"I didn't think the Leaky Cauldron patrons would be the types for signature cocktails and masquerade parties," Sirius said, snickering.
"You might be surprised."
Lenore's facial expression didn't show it, but her tone suggested she wasn't thrilled with Sirius's statement. Sirius shifted on his barstool, raising his glass to her and forcing a smile to ease the sudden tension.
"I'd be happy to test whatever you need me to."
Lenore smirked and then got to work. Sirius couldn't see what she was mixing, but he didn't pay that much attention either. A flutter of a black cloak in the front window caught his attention. He stared at the window, questioning if he did indeed see the robes of whoever was tailing him.
"Here we are,"
Sirius was snapped back to reality as Lenore handed him a small shooter glass. Sirius raised the glass and observed the mahogany liquid in the light.
"What is it?"
"Just try it," she said, "you'll like it."
Sirius tilted his head back and downed the shooter in one gulp. It was sweet, tasting like a chocolate-covered pumpkin pasty, but had an afterburn similar to that of his favorite scotch. He smacked his tongue, shaking off the burning sensation in his throat.
"Wow, that's amazing,"
"Wonderful," The corners of Lenore's mouth twitched as if she were fighting a smile. She had an odd flicker in her eye that Sirius chalked up to her satisfied he liked it but didn't want to appear too prideful. "I'm still deciding if I want to put this on the menu, so your input has been constructive."
"Well, my vote is for yes," Sirius grinned, "What else are you working on? Got anything similar to gin and tonic?"
Allie returned home that night, flooing in around dinner time. She had bags underneath her eyes, giving her entire face the appearance that it was going to melt off her skull.
"Between Katie Bell and a string of third-year boys hexing each other with slug vomiting jinxes, I hardly got a chance to sit down all weekend." Allie flopped down in the dining room chair, "My feet hurt, my back hurts, and I'm exhausted."
Sirius took note that she indeed looked just that. Her hair was frizzed, nail polish chipped around the edges, and skin uncharacteristically sallow. Sirius poured her a cup of tea, then sat down in the chair next to her.
"Any leads as to how and why she was cursed?" he asked.
"We figured out the package was meant to be delivered to someone in the castle, according to her friend Leann, but Katie never said who. She isn't able to speak, but hopefully, after some time at St. Mungo's, she'll make a full recovery and remember what happened."
"Do you think it was meant for Dumbledore or McGonagall?" Sirius asked, "who would be worth cursing?"
"I don't know," Allie yawned, "I have a headache from going over all the possible scenarios. Professor Snape is examining the package to figure out who and what it's for."
Allie rubbed her face, her day-old mascara flaking off in chunks as she did so. Sirius exhaled the breath he didn't realize he was holding and smiled at her effortlessly.
"Well, let's just relax this evening," he said, "there's plenty of time tomorrow to bounce ideas off each other"
"I've still got a paper to write," Allie muttered. "It's due tomorrow, so I can't put it off. I should've done it first on Friday. I need to polish my nails as well, they took a beating."
Allie flicked her wand, and a bottle of acetone, cotton balls, and gold nail polish appeared on the table. She soaked a cotton ball in acetone and removed her chipped purple polish with a few quick swipes. After a few shakes of the gold polish, Allie laid her left-hand flat onto the table. She polished with her right hand, dabbing the brush in the middle of her nail and wiggling up to the cuticle to get a clean line. Once she was satisfied with the crispness, she swiped the brush down the nail with three even strokes, daintily swiped the tips of her nail, and then repeated the process all 5 of her fingers. Once she finished, she waved her wand over her hand, instantly drying the lacquer before switching and repeating the same steps on her right side. Sirius watched, amazed at her precision to polish something so small. How did she not get it all over her skin?
"You're good at that," he murmured.
Allie smiled "I've had a lot of practice. My right hand never looks as good as my left, but I do alright."
Sirius watched, almost entranced by her fluid, exact movements. Once she'd cast her drying charm over her second hand, she held both up to admire her handiwork.
"That's better," she exhaled. "On to the next task I guess,"
"Do you need any help with anything?" Sirius asked
Allie laughed. "Can you write this paper for me so I can get some sleep?"
Sirius shrugged, "Sure, why not? What's the topic?"
Allie rolled her eyes playfully, snickering, "I was kidding."
"I'm not," Sirius said frankly, "What's the topic?"
Allie sighed, "Veracruz's Advanced Transfiguration Laws."
"Easy," Sirius grinned "I remember those like it was yesterday. I'll write the paper for you."
Allie frowned. "But that's cheating,"
"Codswallop," Sirius waved her off "You need the rest more than you need to write this paper. Do you understand Veracruz's laws?"
"Well, yes..."
"Then it's not cheating. Go get some rest, you look absolutely knackered," Sirius smiled "I'll have that paper done in no time."
Allie chewed her lip, "I don't know..."
"Relax, kitten, just go get some sleep. I'll write you the best paper you've ever seen."
Allie sighed then leaned over to kiss him. "Alright, thank you."
"Mhmm," Sirius hummed, "Now go get some rest."
Sitting in the living room with Allie's Transfiguration textbooks spread out around him, Sirius realized just how much he didn't miss school. He was a great student, mostly relying on sheer talent to get him through, but now that it had been over 20 years since he'd had to write a paper, he found himself quite rusty. He'd acted like he'd had Veracruz's Advanced Transfiguration Laws memorized, but staring at the parchment in front of him, he couldn't even remember what the first Law was.
An idea struck him— he'd remembered being assigned this same exact essay topic from when he took 7th year Transfiguration. McGonagall hadn't changed her curriculum at all since then, looking at Allie's class syllabus. Maybe he had his old paper lying around somewhere?
Sure enough, in the attic of the house, Sirius found boxes and boxes of he and Regulus's old school assignments. His mother was such the packrat, she refused to get rid of anything.
Digging through stacks and stacks of essays and homework assignments, Sirius found precisely what he was looking for. A look into Veracruz's Advanced Transfiguration Laws, By Sirius Black.
Excellent, he thought, grinning.
The parchment smelled like mildew, but Sirius was smarter than to have Allie turn in a paper with his name on it. To disguise the fact that Sirius and Allie's handwriting was very, very different, he charmed his typewriter to copy his old essay word for word. Minus his name at the top, of course. He knew to change that to Allie's —he wasn't a complete novice.
If he recalled correctly, he got an E on this paper. It was sure to knock Allie's and McGonagall's socks off. He placed the newly typed document inside Allie's transfiguration textbook, then set off to the kitchen for a bottle of whiskey to reward himself for a job well done.
He sat down in the large leather armchair, unbuttoning the top few buttons of his shirt and leaning back. He poured himself a drink from the crystal decanter next to him, took a large gulp, then smacked his tongue as the liquor burned his throat.
He looked up. Allie stood in front of him, shyly chewing her bottom lip as she fidgeted with the hem of her black lace chemise that hit at her mid-thigh. Her hair was massive and voluminous, and much shinier than usual. The peachy-pink glow of her blush hid any trace of her own flush, albeit Sirius knew it was there based on the color of her neck.
She knelt down in front of him, running her hand up to his thigh and looking at him for permission. He nodded, admiring the way her neck turned even redder. She gave him a small smile as she undid his belt, and he leaned his head back and closed his eyes.
A groan escaped him as he felt her lips seal around the head of his cock, swirling her tongue around him slowly. He thought he'd go mad as she took him deeper, allowing him to hit the back of her throat before pulling back up. He reached forward to snake a hand into her wild curls but felt smooth, straight silky hair instead. He looked up, gasping as he found Lenore between his knees instead of Allie, eyes leering with lust and passion as she licked him from base to tip.
Sirius gasped as he shot up in bed, panting. His cock was stiff as a sword, pulsing with a need to be released. He lay back against his pillow, wiping the sweat from his brow. The dream felt so real, he could still feel the sensation of Lenore's lips lingering on him.
"Sirius?" Allie mumbled sleepily. "You alright?"
"Yeah, yeah, I'm alright," he said, "Just a weird dream."
"Come here," she murmured, reaching a hand for him.
"Hold on," he said, leaning away from her, "I need to piss."
He hopped out of bed and stumbled his way through the dark hallway to the bathroom, locking himself inside and splashing cold water on his face. What the hell was that? Surely a wet dream shouldn't have bothered him as much as it was now, but it felt so real. Did it freak him out because it was with another woman?
His cock ached, and Sirius tried to picture everything he found revolting to make it calm down. He imagined Ron Thorson's wheezy laugh, then Martina Muenster, a Ravenclaw he'd had 5th-year potions with. She'd had raging acne and buck teeth. When neither worked, he even tried imagining the Dark Lord himself, and nothing would calm down the woody begging to be relieved. There was only one thing he knew what to do.
He dropped his boxers and gripped himself tightly. He began to pump, imagining Allie kneeling in front of him, using her own hand to pleasure him into ecstasy.
Ten minutes went by, and Sirius barely made a dent in his little stiff problem. He let out a frustrated growl and slammed his fist against the bathroom counter. At this point, it was almost growing painful, and he needed it to go away soon. He gripped tighter and stroked faster, imagining everything beautiful about Allie that usually sent him over the edge with no trouble.
The image of Lenore between his knees popped into his mind, and instantly it made him feel closer to orgasm. He was desperate to relieve himself, so he allowed his imagination to run wild. He imagined the scene of her straddling Jack from a few days prior, but replacing Jack with himself underneath her.
Within seconds, Sirius released with a grunt, relieving the near-painful pressure of his erection. Shame filled him instantly. Did he just spunk while thinking of another woman?
Crawling back into bed, he felt dirty. He felt ashamed for what he just did. Sure, it wasn't like he cheated on her, but Sirius knew how self-conscious Allie felt in front of Lenore. What would she think if she knew he just wanked off to the thought of her? The guilt kept him awake for hours until, at an unknown point in the night, sleep was finally merciful and took him.
"Sirius, you alright?"
Sirius's eyes shot up from overtop of the Daily Prophet. He'd been reading about the Ministry's recent capture of Stan Shunpike, a 21-year-old conductor of the Knight Bus and suspected Death Eater. Sirius had been staring at the picture of the pimply-faced man, thinking he didn't quite look like Death Eater material.
Allie looked at him earnestly from across the table, already dressed in her Hogwarts uniform, sipping a cup of tea.
"Yeah, yeah," Sirius said stiffly, "just reading about a recent Death Eater capture."
This wasn't entirely true. After his dream and releasing his tension to the image of Lenore last night, Sirius could hardly look Allie in the eye. She frowned and reached a hand out for the paper. Sirius gave it to her, thankful for her to have her eyes on something else besides him for a moment.
"Stan Shunpike?" Allie said as she scrutinized the paper, "This bloke doesn't look like Death Eater material."
Sirius shrugged, "many don't. He could be imperioused,"
Allie read for another minute before glancing at her watch.
"I need to go," she said, "I'll see you tonight?"
"Yeah, I'm working the dinner shift," Sirius said, "I'll be home late."
Sirius was honestly wondering if something was wrong with him. He spent more time watching Lenore glide from table to table from the kitchen window, rather than actually doing his job. He'd let the pots of Leaky Soup bubble over twice just because he was so entranced by her.
He'd never really looked at her this carefully before, what was it? Was it because of his dream last night, now just realizing that he was sexually attracted to her? She'd given him a few sly smiles when she caught him looking that made his trousers stir with delight, then followed by an overwhelming gut-punch of guilt. Allie was walking around with his child inside of her, and here he was, admiring another woman.
Self-doubt began to creep into Sirius's mind. He'd never really been the monogamous type. Throughout his school days, he had many a girl chasing after him that he'd wine and dine and bed without restraint, but he was never exclusive with just one. He'd spend one weekend pinning a girl to a wall inside a broom closet, and the next in the prefect's bathroom, the girl from the previous weekend out of his mind. He'd broken some hearts, quite a few, if he recalled. A few of the girls were just as big of skanks as he was, using him for the same reason he was using them.
When James started pursuing Lily, Sirius thought he was mad when he quit sleeping around as Sirius was. He couldn't understand why James only wanted the one- surely twelve was better than one. Once he saw the connection and the relationship James and Lily began to build, Sirius became envious. He'd never seen James look so happy, and Sirius secretly wanted to experience whatever James was.
Sirius was aware that love comes in many forms. He never had much love for his family, but he had a love for his friends. He'd loved James like a brother, he still loved Remus like one, and as much as he hated to admit, there was a time when he loved Peter too. He'd grown a love for Lily, in the way he made his best friend the happiest man in the world. The day Harry was born, he fell in love with that little jet black-haired, chubby baby.
The only kind of love he'd yet to experience was that of a romantic nature. The moment the cell bars of Azkaban slammed shut for the first time, he thought that he'd never get the chance to fall in love, have a family, experience what his best friend had. That is, until the day Azkaban moved prisoners two to a cell, and the idiot prison director stuck Allie with him.
He was so annoyed by the lack of privacy at first, the indecency of having to take a piss in front of a lady who refused to speak more than a few terrified squeaks. Once her walls came down, as well as his, Sirius felt feelings that he never thought he'd get to experience.
Being with Allie the first time had made his heart race. He recalled the shaking of his hands as they moved over her creamy skin, drinking in every inch of her. The feeling of her fingernails raking through his hair. The tight squeeze of her pussy accompanied by a slightly guilty feeling as she cried out in pain. Then the moans of pleasure, once she'd been able to relax. Sirius thought he would melt into a puddle on the mattress as she wrapped her legs around him, gasping as she pulsated around his cock, coming undone underneath him. The act had left him with a feeling for the woman then curled up against him that he'd never experienced before. He'd fallen in love, despite never thinking he'd get the chance to. She was ripped from him just a few days later, but he'd never stopped thinking of her.
He'd been driven to near madness, sleeping in the Forbidden Forest and stalking Hogwarts, looking for the vile human he used to love as a brother. The filthy traitor that masqueraded as a common garden rat, living luxuriously as a beloved pet. He'd been consumed by rage, his mission to exterminate Peter Pettigrew, nearly turning him into the monster that the Ministry accused him of being so many years ago. Still, each night he curled up against a tree stump as the shaggy black dog, visions of red hair came to mind each night.
Days and nights on the beaches of Sharm el-Sheikh hiding outside British Ministry jurisdiction, he'd sat in the sand and listened to the waves, thankful for Allie. Her suggestion on how to escape his concrete prison cell had been his saving grace. Despite his inability to catch the filthy rat Pettigrew, sitting in Egyptian paradise was worth the escape. If only he would've had her to share it with.
As he spent more days and nights huddled in a damp cave just around the corner from Hogsmeade, he'd nearly gone mad from talking himself into and out of going and finding Allie. The need to feel her smooth skin under his palms and to hear her soft shy giggle made him ache, but he couldn't leave Harry to fend for himself during the Triwizard tournament. He couldn't abandon James's son.
He'd known for sure he loved her the moment she came back into his life. The colors of the world around him became brighter in her presence, he felt whole when he was with her. He still did—so why on earth was he now seeking out a quick romp from a woman that really means nothing to him?
"Sirius!" Alma's bark snapped Sirius out of his daydream. "The damned soup is bubbling over!"
10:00 came around, and the kitchen closed down. Sirius finished plating the last few bits of food for leftover patrons, then started cleaning. He rapidly flicked his wand to clean up his mess from the shift, eager to get home and quit staring at Lenore.
"You appear late for something," Lenore smirked from the doorway of the kitchen.
"Just eager to take a shower," Sirius said, forcing himself not to look at her.
"I see," Lenore had a leering tone in her voice. "Not eager to get home to Allie?"
Sirius opened his mouth to speak but then paused. Was she goading him? Before he could talk, she did.
"I'll let you get cleaned up," she purred "See you tomorrow."
As Sirius bumbled inside 12 Grimmauld Place, he was surprised to find himself in a mostly dark house. There was no fire crackling in the drawing-room's fireplace, nor was Allie and her textbooks spread out on the sofa, waiting for him to join her with a fresh pot of tea.
"Allie?" He called, loud enough so she may have heard him from adjacent rooms, but not loud enough to disrupt the vehement portrait of his late mother. "You home?"
He was met with a silent house. He drew his wand, despite knowing his home was one of the safest places on earth thanks to Dumbledore's security charms and tiptoed down the hall towards the kitchen stairs.
He found Allie at the kitchen table, seated at the head with hands clasped in front of her so tight her knuckles were white. In front of her, she had two small stacks of papers, placed so neatly it could be measured precisely.
"Hey," Sirius said, "Didn’t you hear me call for you?"
Allie didn't answer. Her face was twisted into a scowl, her cheeks beet red as if she were holding her breath.
"Everything ok?" He asked with uncertainty
"You copied your essay," she whispered dangerously "you took the one you wrote when you were a student and copied it."
"How do you know that?" Sirius scoffed playfully.
Allie's eyes shot up to him, shooting daggers.
"Because Professor McGonagall keeps copies of every single student's work. She compared it to yours, and it was a match!"
"I turned in that paper over 20 years ago," Sirius scratched the back of his head and shrugged, "how was I supposed to know she still had a copy of it?"
Allie gritted her teeth, "you told me you were going to write it for me."
"And I was until I remembered that that essay got me an E."
"And it got me a T," Allie hissed, "Troll for plagiarism."
"Just tell her I offered to help, and that you didn't know I gave you a copied essay."
"And risk her thinking you've been doing my homework this entire time?!" Allie shrieked.
Sirius was taken aback; Allie rarely raised her voice, so little so he couldn't recall ever hearing her yell like this.
"Keep your voice down," Sirius cautioned. "You are going to wake up my mother."
Allie appeared to ignore him, but her voice returned back to a normal speaking level. She shook her head, scoffing. "I should've just done it myself. I shouldn't have agreed to your help."
Sirius ran a hand through his greasy hair and sighed. "Look kitten, It's just one essay—"
"That's not the point!"
Her shriek this time did wake up Mrs. Black. Screams and hollers from the stairwell echoed through the house, yelling profanities mostly directed at Sirius.
"USELESS, GOOD-FOR-NOTHING—"
"Great, you woke her up," Sirius growled "Thanks for that."
If looks could kill, then Sirius would've dropped dead from the expression Allie gave him. She rose without another word, brushing past him and carelessly bumping his shoulder.
Sirius groaned in frustration. "Allie— where are you going?"
"Bed," She turned back, glaring and speaking in a dangerously calm tone. "Don’t follow me."
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