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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
- 16
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- 18
The wind ripped through Sirius's hair as he soared over forests nestled thick with pine trees and lochs of a deep emerald hue. He threw his fist up and let out a cheer of delight as they soared low enough for Buckbeak to dip a talon into one of the lochs. Its claw cut through the glassy water like butter, leaving behind tiny ripples that cascaded out in both directions. Sirius held onto Buckbeak's feathers with his other hand tightly as he squeezed the hippogriff's flanks with his thighs so we would not slide off. Buckbeak squawked with delight as they soared upwards now, ascending over the pines that now looked small enough to be a doll's forest. The sun was just starting to peek over the horizon, casting a beautiful glow on everything the light touched.
Their flight to Hogwarts had been long, about 8 hours since leaving London. They'd flown in the cover of darkness, stopping only a few times so Buckbeak could drink from small, clear streams. Sirius was sad to be leaving Buckbeak, but seeing how happy the hippogriff was to get out of the house and spread its wings brought a tear to his eye. He patted Buckbeak's thick neck gently,
"Just a few more minutes, Beaky," he hollered through the wind, "Almost there."
Buckbeak would no longer be a prisoner inside 12 Grimmauld Place as Sirius once was. It would get to spend its days roaming the paddock near Hagrid's hut, munching on grass, and eating dead ferrets for dinner. Hagrid told Sirius he could come to visit whenever he'd like, which was something he planned to do.
As Hogwarts came into view, Sirius encouraged Buckbeak to fly lower, landing just on the outskirts of the grounds at the central wrought iron gate. They cantered to a stop before Sirius slid off the hippogriff, then gave him a firm pat at the withers.
"Good boy, Beaky," he said, "Hagrid will meet us here."
Sirius drew his wand, flourishing grandly as a bright silver dog burst forward. It ran a circle around him and Buckbeak before taking off through the gate and towards Hagrid's hut. A few minutes later, Hagrid came bobbing down the path, lantern in hand and excitement sparkling in his beady black eyes. He stopped just before the gate and bowed low to Buckbeak, to which it returned without question.
"Glad to see ya both made it," Hagrid said as he fumbled with the gate locks, "I wasn't expectin' ya this early,"
"I wanted to fly mostly at night," Sirius said, "I didn't know how difficult it would be to get him out of London."
"No problem," Hagrid yanked the iron gate open with impressive force. "I was jus' gettin' up to feed the skrewts."
As they walked through the grounds, Sirius admired the golden glow of the sunrise glinting in the reflection of the castle's windows. He'd always thought Hogwarts was one of the most beautiful places on earth. There was something about the glow of the sun just above the horizon ever cast such a picturesque glimmer over the magnificent structure.
"So, what've his favorite treats been?" Hagrid questions, "I assume you're a bit short on ferrets in London, eh?"
"Yeah," Sirius laughed. "Mostly dead mice from the nearby alley or steak trimmings from the Leaky Cauldron. He likes the fat off a strip steak the best."
"I'll make sure to give him all my scraps," Hagrid said, "Dumbledore said we ought to call him Witherwings when speakin' about him to others."
Once they reached Hagrid's hut, Buckbeak trotted off to a nearby watering trough, gulping happily as he shook out his wings from their long flight.
"I'm going to miss him," Sirius said, fighting to keep his voice from breaking, "but I'll be back to visit whenever I can."
Hagrid smacked Sirius on the back affectionately, albeit not knowing his own strength and knocking the wind out of him.
"Thanks, fer bringin' him back to me," Hagrid sniffled, wiping big fat tears from his cheeks "I've been hoping one day to get him back."
"Thanks for taking him," Sirius extended his hand to shake Hagrid's "I best be going, I'm going to use Allie's floo to get back."
Sirius walked over to Buckbeak, questioning if he should've bowed before reaching up to touch the hippogriff. It appeared to be ok that he did not, as Buckbeak turned around and nuzzled his head into Sirius's chest happily.
"I'll be back soon to visit, Beaky," Sirius whispered, stroking the top of Buckbeak's head, "you deserve to have a place a fly and run, Hagrid can give that to you."
Sirius did not look back at Hagrid or Buckbeak as he made his way up the path towards the castle because he did not wish for either of them to see the glimmer of tears in his eyes.
He made his way up the marble staircases, waiting patiently for stairs to change to the direction he needed to go to get to Allie's sixth-floor suite. Students stared at him wide-eyed as he made his way through the corridors, trying not to pay any mind to the whispers he heard as he walked by.
"Look, look, do you know who that is?"
"That's Sirius Black! My mum swears he did it."
The sun sparkled onto the floor through the stained glass window of Allie's bedroom suite, leaving glimmers of blue, pink, and green across the room. The china tea set adorning the coffee table was dainty and feminine, just like her. Sirius looked at his watch, she would be coming through the floo shortly—maybe he would stay here and greet her. If anything, it would force her to speak to him.
They'd hardly said two words to each other in three days since Allie chastised him for her plagiarized paper. She'd locked him out of the bedroom each night since; they both knew a simple spell could unlock the door, but Sirius had gotten the message loud and clear— he was to sleep somewhere else.
Tossing and turning each night, dreams of Lenore would invade his mind. Thoughts of her bent over the Leaky Cauldron's kitchen prep table with her skirt pulled up, and perfect round ass spread out were challenging to eliminate from his mind's eye. He'd eventually quit fighting it, allowing his slumbering mind to imagine such filth, more so because he didn't have the strength to fight it.
He'd felt so guilty waking up each morning; how could he dream of another woman, especially while Allie was angry at him enough? It was like a switch had been flipped in him. One moment, he hardly noticed Lenore, and the next, he couldn't stop thinking about her.
His eyelids felt heavy as he leaned his head back, resting comfortably on the couch. The long journey on Buckbeak had left him more tired than he thought he would be. He decided he'd close his eyes, just for a moment.
Instantly, he began to dream. Lenore was handcuffed to a four-poster, writhing with anticipation as Sirius's hands ran up her thighs. He dreamed of her desperate moans as his fingers teased her body, her dark eyes gleaming with lust and need.
"Sirius?"
Sirius snapped awake, shifting immediately in hopes of hiding his erection. The last thing he needed was her to ask him what he'd been thinking about.
"Mm— oh, hey," he rubbed the sleep from his eyes "sorry, I must've fallen asleep."
Allie shifted her weight from one side to another. "You and Buckbeak were gone this morning. I guess I should've figured you'd flown him here last night."
"Yeah, I just left him with Hagrid. He seems happy to be here."
Allie smiled weakly, nodding. "that's wonderful to hear."
Their conversation was stiff with forced politeness, which Sirius could tell was mostly on her end. She blushed, then looked down at her feet.
"Well, uhm, I guess I'll be off now..."
She turned to make her way to the door. Sirius jumped up, reaching for her hand to catch her.
"Hey,"
Allie stopped and turned towards him, but did not speak.
"do you have a few minutes before you have to go?" Sirius gave her an awkward yet hopeful smile as he stroked the back of her hand with his thumb. "have a cuppa with me?"
He was surprised she agreed to sit with him, as tense as things had been between them. Sirius took the liberty of brewing them one of the uniquely flavored teas, Pineapple Lime. They sipped their tea in deafening silence, Allie only speaking when Sirius asked her if she'd like sugar, milk, or how the tea was. She gave him flat answers each time, not continuing the conversation at all.
"Did you, uh," Sirius stumbled awkwardly, "see the macarons I picked up from that muggle bakery you like, yesterday?"
"Mhm," Allie nodded, "I ate them already."
Sirius smiled. He was hoping to soften her up with her favorite treats.
"I can get some more today if you'd like."
Allie shrugged, and Sirius's smile faded; she was a tough nut to crack. He wasn't sure if he'd ever seen her this upset, and he determined that an angry Allie was much more challenging to handle than anticipated.
"Come on, you've hardly spoken to me in days," Sirius groaned, "I've gotten you baked goods, flowers—what more do I have to do??"
Allie looked up at him from her mug for the first time since they'd sat down for tea, but Sirius wished she hadn't. If looks could kill, Sirius would've been dead by her gaze before he knew what hit him. Allie set her tea down with unnerving gentleness, then grabbed her textbook next to her and stood. She made her way swiftly across the room towards the door.
"Allie," Sirius said, almost sternly. "Stop."
Allie turned back, glaring. "You could say you're sorry,"
She spoke just above a whisper, but with a tone laced with pure snake venom. She turned on her heel and walked out without another word. Sirius set his cup down and sighed, then rubbed his face in his hands roughly. How was he so stupid?? Of course, he'd been sorry that he got her a poor grade, but he hadn't even realized he never actually apologized.
"You stupid git," Sirius growled to himself. "You really are a goddamn idiot sometimes."
Sirius spent most of the day chastising himself with a scolding inner monologue. No wonder Allie had kept him locked out of their bedroom for the last couple of nights, he'd reckoned. Hell, he didn't want to sleep with himself either.
He popped out of the house to pick up a few dozen of Allie's favorite macarons and a few pints of ice cream from a local muggle grocer. It wasn't Florean Fortescue's, but hopefully, this Kelly's of Cornwall Clotted Cream business would be enough to win her over— after a formal apology.
A liter bottle of Ogden's Old kept him company for hours that afternoon until falling asleep on the drawing-room couch. He jolted himself awake not long after a problematic dream of Lenore had begun. He woke up with a frustrated groan; what the hell was wrong with him?
Allie arrived home late that evening after the dinner shift at the Leaky Cauldron came to a close. Sirius had been watching the clock, hoping she would've stopped home between school and work, but instead must've chosen to floo directly there. This made him kick back the Ogden's Old even harder. He never liked being home alone, even after most of 12 Grimmauld Place had been stripped of the hateful memories of his youth.
He turned his head to look at Allie in the foyer, forcing himself not to smile at the tomato sauce splatter stain on her button-down.
"Hi," he said awkwardly.
"Hi,"
She responded so softly he hardly heard her.
"Work was good, yeah?"
"Mhmm." she hummed.
"Are you hungry? I can make you something, if so."
Allie shook her head. "I ate already, thanks."
The tension between them was so thick it could be sliced by a butcher and served as cold cut delicatessen. Sirius ran a hand through his hair and swallowed the hard lump in his throat. He'd just now realized he might've had just a bit too much to drink; would that make his apology seem insincere? Oh well, he knew he needed to do it sooner rather than later.
"I'm sorry—" his words slurred slightly as he stumbled through his apology, "I really am. I didn't think I would get you a bad grade, but it was careless of me to copy my old essay."
"Yes, it was," Allie whispered, her eyes narrowing, "How much have you had to drink?"
"A lot. Probably too much." he took a deep breath, "forgive me, kitten. Please. I am sorry."
Allie's expression softened. She stepped forward, placing a hand on his cheek and running her thumb across his 5 o'clock shadow.
"Please forgive me," he whispered.
Allie wrapped her arms around his torso and nuzzled her head into his chest. He rested his cheek against the top of her head and inhaled the familiar scent of her shampoo.
"I forgive you,"
He kissed her forehead and tucked a curl behind her ear. "Can I come to bed tonight?" Sirius asked, his words slurring gently.
"I would like that." Allie smiled sheepishly, giggling nervously. "There's something else I would like, as well…"
He grinned, then snaked a hand into her hair and crashed his lips against hers. Her lips parted, allowing his tongue to explore. She let out a groan against his lips as she fisted the front of his shirt, pulling him closer. By now, Sirius would've been ready to bend Allie over the banister. Still, for some reason, he had no physical response to his desire. What the hell was going on with him?
Once they were upstairs, clothes torn off and thrown around the room, Sirius finally had the confirmation that something was indeed wrong. Sex had never been so disastrous in his entire life. He lay on his back, completely limp, staring at the ceiling in frustration. Allie sat with her back against the headboard, the blanket pulled up to her neck.
"Is it me?" she asked, her voice small.
“No,” Sirius replied flatly. "It's not you."
Sirius never had issues with getting it up, so why now? His mind snapped to the little dreams he'd been having with Lenore— was it because of this? He closed his eyes, feeling shameful of what he was about to think about. It would crush Allie if she knew he could be imagining Lenore in order to get an erection.
"Should we just try again later?" Allie whispered. "Maybe you just had too much to drink?"
Unlikely, Sirius reckoned, as he'd been way more snockered and had no problems getting a hard-on many other times in the past. Sirius sighed, opening his eyes again.
"Yeah, maybe," Sirius lied, "We can try again later."
They dressed in silence, both undoubtedly feeling the elephant in the room. Sirius got into bed first, outstretching his arm in hopes Allie would curl herself up against him. He was pleased to see she smiled, crawling into bed and settling on her side to allow Sirius to spoon himself around her. He stroked her hair off of her neck and placed a gentle kiss where her neck met her shoulder.
"I'm sorry," he whispered.
"It's alright."
Allie seemed to fall asleep rather quickly and sleep heavily, unlike Sirius. He woke every twenty minutes due to his problematic dreams starting up the moment he fell into a REM cycle. He spent most of the night going back and forth between contemplating why he was having these dreams of Lenore, and feeling guilty because he had them. Now he couldn't even shag because of them? He didn't need this problem in his life.
His thirst grew with each passing minute. Just before dawn, he slipped out of bed, finally surrendering to getting some water. He made his way down the few flights of stairs to the basement kitchen, clinking around in the cabinets for a glass. Sirius filled the cup to the rim with water, then chugged like he was shotgunning a can of beer. He sighed with relief as he leaned back against the countertop. The only bad thing about whiskey was the incessant thirst it left him with.
A loud crack, crash, and thud came from the foyer above him, followed by Mrs. Black screaming her usual profane insults. Sirius's heart skipped a beat as he dropped his water glass, not even caring that it shattered on the kitchen floor. Allie was the only other person here tonight, and it sounded like someone had just taken a massive tumble.
"ALLIE?!"
Sirius tore up the basement stairs, heart hammering in his ears as he feared the worst. Once in the foyer, he found the noise had come from Remus, on the floor bleeding next to a tipped over coat rack.
"Remus!" Sirius cried over his mother's shrewd screams, "Remus my friend, what happened?"
Remus simply groaned unintelligibly. He was bleeding a significant amount, blood appearing to be pouring from every inch of him. Relief that the noise wasn't Allie tumbling down the stairs was immediately squashed by the panic at Remus’s blood pooling on the hardwood floor of the foyer.
"Sirius?!"
Allie thundered down the stairs, stopping half-way down the first flight of stairs and turning white when she saw the state Remus was in.
"Oh my god," she breathed. "—Remus."
Her healer instincts kicked in as she hurried down the rest of the stairs and dropped next to him, examining his injuries with a furrowed brow.
"Upstairs, under the bed," Allie said quickly, "my medkit."
Sirius took off running back up the stairs, his blood-stained pajama pants sticking to his knees. He was back in a flash, heaving desperate breaths as he handed the small, leather case to Allie. She flew open the locks, and the case popped open, expanding larger than what should scientifically fit. She rummaged through one compartment quickly, then tossed a vial to Sirius.
"Blood replenishing potion. Get him to drink it."
Sirius popped the cork of the dark red potion and tilted the vial to his friend's lips. He sputtered a moment, grimacing.
"Remus, you need to drink this," Sirius ordered gently. "come on now,"
Remus scowled, then obliged, gulping the potion in three swallows. He gasped in pain as Allie pressed a damp cloth to his gashes.
"Sorry, this will sting," she said sympathetically, "Sirius, crab a cloth and help."
Sirius dipped the cloth in the milky fluid, then gently pressed it to each one of Remus's wounds. Remus gritted his teeth in pain, recoiling as each one of them touched him. The fluid clotted his injury instantly. Once all the bleeding ceased, Remus's coloring looked almost back to normal.
"Let's get him onto the couch," Allie said, "Moblicorpis."
Allie levitated Remus with her wand the few paces from the foyer to the drawing-room couch, setting him down as gently as she could. Remus began to shiver hard, almost like he was seizing.
"What's happening?" Sirius asked, voice laced with concern. "Why is he shaking like that?"
"This is normal after a blood replenishing potion," Allie said, "Accio blanket!"
A large, fuzzy throw blanket zoomed toward her from its place in the corner basket. She draped the blanket around Remus's shoulders, tucking him in as if he were a small child.
"He's going to be cold for the next few minutes as his body replaces the blood he's lost," Allie said, "How about a warm cuppa, Remus?"
Remus grunted unintelligibly through his shiver, and Allie nodded to Sirius.
"Just classic earl grey," She requested, "extra hot. If we have any lemons, give him a squeeze of lemon juice in there as well."
After fumbling around the kitchen in a hurry, Sirius returned just a few minutes later with a piping hot tea mug.
"Thank you," she nodded, "Remus, open your mouth, please. This tea is going to be hot, so I need to cast a shield charm on your neck and throat."
Remus opened his mouth a pathetic amount through his shivers. Allie used her fingers to open his mouth further, then muttered an incantation Sirius didn't recognize. Remus sputtered a cough as his mouth lit up in a bright yellow flash that disappeared as quickly as it came. Allie plucked another vial from her medkit and dumped it into Remus's tea.
"Alright, now I need you to drink this," Allie said, "the entire cup, please."
Slowly but surely, Remus drank the entire cup. After a moment, his shuddering ceased.
"What did you put in that?" Sirius asked
"Pain potion," Allie said, packing up her medkit. "Extra strength—ah!"
Allie grabbed her side, then frowned at her stomach.
"Don't do that," Allie scolded her belly gently, rubbing a spot just below her ribs, "We talked about not kicking mummy in the—ah!"
Sirius chuckled, leaving Allie to shoot him a glance.
"This child is as stubborn as you are," she grumbled.
"You expect a fetus to listen to you?" Sirius smiled "Can I feel?"
Allie nodded and reached out for his hand, then placed it on the spot she had just been massaging. After a few seconds of waiting, Sirius finally felt a little kick in the palm of his hand. He smiled ear to ear as Allie grimaced.
"That's amazing," He breathed.
"I just wish he or she wouldn't kick me, Ah! right in the ribs…"
"Maybe play them some music?" Sirius suggested, "Calm them down?"
"I don't want to disturb Remus," Allie frowned, "I'm going to need to sit with him to make sure he starts healing on his own."
"I don't need a babysitter," Remus grumbled.
"You just bled all over my new floors," Sirius said, smirking, "I beg to differ."
Allie rolled her eyes, then smiled. "Sirius, help me apply some wound paste to these gashes and bandage him. I'll need your help lifting him so I can get to his back…"
They spent the next 20 minutes applying a thick orange paste and bandaging Remus up like an Egyptian mummy. He was in and out of consciousness the whole time, and damn heavy. Remus had certainly lost weight since the last time Sirius had seen him, but that still didn't change the fact that dead weight was near impossible to move.
"If he comes to, give him another pain potion, and a sleeping draught if that's not enough," Allie said, kissing Sirius's cheek. "I don't want to leave him alone, but I need to shower off this blood— I'll try to be quick, then I'll sit with him while you shower."
Sirius sat on the floor next to the couch, soaked in blood, observing the rise and fall of Remus's chest. He'd never seen injuries this significant that hadn't taken the injured nearly right away; he felt that Allie truly saved his life. Remus was the last of his best friends, the last person besides him to carry such an intimate memory of James.
Well, the last one who didn't betray us all, Sirius reminded himself begrudgingly.
The thought of losing Remus made him sick to his stomach— he'd been robbed of a life with all of his friends from being put in Azkaban, and here he had a second chance, and was his last friend going to be ripped from him?
Allie would not have gone off to shower if she felt he was going to croak any minute, he told himself. That is a good sign.
A half-hour went by, and Sirius grew sleepier by the minute. After nodding off for a split second and seeing visions of his hands running over Lenore's naked frame, Remus started coughing, snapping Sirius out of his dream. Remus sputtered and groaned in pain as he blinked a few times, awakening himself.
"Easy there, Moony, feeling alright?"
"Water," Remus croaked.
Sirius took his wand and cast a water charm into his old tea mug and handed it to him. Remus chugged it down in three large gulps.
"More?" Sirius asked.
Remus guzzled down two more glassfuls, then grimaced as he handed Sirius back the mug.
"Everything hurts," Remus groaned, "I'm glad you two were home, I didn't know where else to go."
"Were you attacked?" Sirius demanded, "Who did this to you?"
"I did. The full moon was tonight."
"But you only used to attack yourself when you were alone," Sirius questioned, "weren't you with a pack?"
Remus's voice was raspy, and his breath was labored as he attempted to speak. "The pack wanted to go off on a hunt to a muggle campsite nearby, and I couldn't pretend to fit in any longer."
"Damn," Sirius sighed. "Have any luck swaying them to our side?"
Remus shook his head "No, They're all jaded. They truly believe life will be better for them under Voldemort's rule. Fenrir Greyback has a large part in that."
"So these last few months were for nothing," Sirius said, a statement not a question. "What a waste—"
"Remus, I thought I heard you coughing," Allie came down the stairs, dressed in new lounge leggings and an oversized tee-shirt, footsteps as light as air. "Can you breathe alright? You have a nasty gash near your left lung."
"It hurts to breathe," He answered honestly.
"Let me get you something for that," Allie rummaged through her medkit for another vial of pain potion. "Here, drink this,"
"Got anything stronger?" Remus said sardonically,
"This is extra strength, sorry," Allie smiled weakly. "You could've died Remus, your injuries were extensive— you really should've gone to St Mungo's…"
"No," Remus said quickly "No, I don't do hospitals."
Allie took his hand and squeezed "Hospitals are meant to help you."
"Sure, all while they judge me for what I am," Remus snapped, yanking his hand away, "I don't and won’t do hospitals."
"Alright, alright," Allie said, raising her hands in defeat. "You need to rest. Would you like a sleeping draught?"
"Yes, I want to sleep off this pain," Remus said, "Keep them coming for a couple of days, please."
Allie smiled weakly "Alright, here—"
Allie handed Remus the vial of sleeping potion, which he greedily slurped down then fell asleep a few moments later.
"He's going to need around the clock supervision," Allie said. "I'm going to send out some owls to see who in the Order can sit with him while you and I are gone."
"Do you think he's going to be alright?"
Sirius felt like a small, scared boy when he asked. Allie leaned forward and kissed him lightly.
"I think so, he just needs monitoring to keep him asleep for the worst of this, as well as to change his dressing regularly." Allie smiled reassuringly. "Why don't you go get cleaned up? I'll sit with him. Let the blood rinse for a few minutes before you wash your face, you don't want to get any of his blood in your eyes or mouth."
Sirius nodded, taking one last look at his emaciated, injured friend before retreating up the stairs to scrub off the lycanthropy-riddled blood that now stained his clothes.
Why was she so enchanting?
Sirius stared at the way Lenore floated gracefully around the dining room through the kitchen window. There was something about the way she carried herself that was just so damn intriguing.
Why was he so interested in her? Ever since the past weekend, he'd hardly been able to stop thinking about her, let alone how she'd invade his dreams and blow his mind. She turned around and looked at him, and Sirius looked away uncomfortably. She smirked and sauntered over.
"Having a good morning so far?" she asked, her French accent giving Sirius goosebumps.
"Yeah, yeah, it's good,"
Sirius fought to remain casual. Was it hot in here?
"You look tired," Lenore appeared pleased by this observation, for which Sirius found odd. "Been sleeping?"
"Uh, sort of,"
Sirius felt himself blush. Lenore seemed to look at him with a sense of knowing. Did she know he was dreaming filthy things of her?
"I'll get you a cup of coffee," she smirked. "Cream or sugar?"
"No, just black. Thanks."
Sirius watched her through the kitchen window as she glided to the bar and poured the steaming coffee into an oversized mug. Jack gave her a lazy, friendly smile that she returned with a wink. He found it strange how Jack seemed to look at her like a lost puppy dog.
As Lenore made her way back to the kitchen, Sirius watched Jack instead, taking note in his robotic movements as he wiped down the bar.
"Fresh dark roast," Lenore said, re-emerging into the kitchen. "Drink up."
"Thanks," Sirius mumbled, taking a sip of the steaming coffee gingerly. "So, uh, you and Jack are…?"
Lenore snickered, then stuck a look at Jack through the kitchen window. "We're not exclusive if you were wondering."
Yes, she was definitely goading him. She had bollocks the size of cannonballs, he reckoned, but what was she playing at?
"What's on your schedule for the day, after work?" Lenore continued, "Have a drink with me."
This statement didn't appear to be a question, but more of an order. Sirius shook his head.
"I can't," Sirius said, honestly, due to Remus's fragile condition, he needed to be with him this afternoon. "I, uh, have plans with a friend."
"With Allie?" Lenore raised a brow "Doesn't she have class late tonight?"
Sirius opened his mouth to ask how Lenore knew Allie's class schedule but figured she might've mentioned it in passing.
"Uh, no, she does have class late," He stumbled "No, I uh, have a friend in town that I haven't seen for a few months, and I have to meet him after work."
Lenore's face remained unchanged, but her eyes flashed with irritation.
"I see," she said coolly, "well, we'll just have to take a raincheck then, won't we?"
"Yeah, yeah, a raincheck."
Sirius shifted uncomfortably as Lenore adjusted her button-down shirt, already open further than the other woman wore theirs. He remembered how lovely her figure looked when accidentally stumbling upon her and Jack, shirt open and tits busting out of her bra.
Damnit, Sirius, what's wrong with you!
Lenore floated away, and once she was out of earshot, Sirius let out a breath of frustration. This was more than just a simple wet dream. This was out of hand. Lenore was obviously goading him— what if she did something to cause this?
The idea sounded absurd, but Jack had seemed different since he and Lenore started sleeping together, almost as if he were imperiused.
Sirius nearly laughed out loud to himself- there was no way Lenore was casting imperius charms on the male staff. Sirius had been under the imperius curse during the first war, during a training exercise for the Order. He and James had taken turns casting the curse on each other, and they had to fight it. Sirius remembered how being under the influence felt, and this was certainly different.
Maybe he was just paranoid. Maybe he wasn't. He racked his brain for any sort of explanation, settling on a random thought of all the Halloween party drinks Lenore had him try this past weekend. He hadn't watched her make the drinks very carefully, as he had been distracted by a possible lurker in the front windows of the Leaky Cauldron. Maybe she slipped something into one of the drinks then? He'd started having these thoughts, feelings, and dreams that very night.
But why?
Why would she feel the need to dose him with something to attract him to her? She was a beautiful woman, she could have any man in Great Britain— why was Sirius something worth manipulating with magic? He was nearly 10 years older than her, stuck working as a cook in a greasy spoon pub, borderline alcoholic, and off the market. When these thoughts came to his mind, he even wondered what the hell Allie saw in him.
Returning home to 12 Grimmauld Place a few hours later, Sirius was surprised to walk in on what appeared to be a very personal conversation between Tonks and Remus.
"Dora, please—"
"Don't you call me that," Tonks snapped "Don't you act like you can be sweet on me when it fits your agenda, but the moment— Oh, Sirius—"
Sirius entered the drawing-room to find Remus sitting on the couch, breathing stiffly as he held one side of his ribs, while Tonks stood cross-armed in front of him. Her hair was fire-engine red today— a nice change from the lazy mousy brown she'd been sporting the last couple of months.
"Hi," Sirius said awkwardly, "I hope I'm not interrupting."
"No, you're fine, we're finished," Tonks quipped, "This conversation isn't going anywhere."
Tonks brushed past Sirius without another word. She stormed out of the house, but not before kicking the umbrella stand on her way out and nearly awakening the portrait of Mrs. Black. Sirius waited a moment before turning around to speak to Remus.
"What was that about?" He asked, raising a brow.
"Nothing, nothing," Remus groaned as he readjusted in his seat. "We were just… having a disagreement."
"I see," Sirius said, "I didn't expect her to come by today— wasn't Arthur supposed to be sitting with you?"
"Yeah, Dor— er, Tonks sent him off when she got here," Remus said, his cheeks turning a twinge of pink.
Remus's slight embarrassment gave the impression that he no longer wanted to speak about him and Tonks's conversation.
"Well, good. I need to talk to you, and I don't want an audience."
Sirius grabbed an armchair, yanked it towards them, and then sat down across from Remus. Remus raised a brow curiously, "What about?"
"I— I think I might have been dosed with something," Sirius said, feeling stupid the moment the words left his lips. "Or jinxed. I don't know."
"Dosed? Jinxed? What exactly do you mean?"
"Well, there is this woman, at work,"
Remus smirked as Sirius continued.
"I can't stop dreaming about shagging her," Sirius ran a hand through his hair "Every night, I can't help it. I can't even get off unless I think about her."
"Padfoot," Remus sighed, "I've never known you to be monogamous."
"It's not that," Sirius said quickly, "Allie is different, I love her. But this... desire came honestly out of nowhere. One minute I was fine, and then the next I was dreaming about another woman sucking my—"
"Ok, ok," Remus interjected, waving his hand to stop Sirius, "let's say you were dosed with a lust potion of some kind. You'd need an antidote."
"And where the hell am I supposed to get one of those?" Sirius grumbled, "I haven't brewed a potion in nearly 20 years."
"And potions was my worst subject, you wouldn't want me trying," Remus said, "Allie is very talented with potions, maybe she could whip you up something."
"No, no way," Sirius said "Allie can't know about this. She is already self-conscious about the woman in question, I don't want her getting any ideas in her head."
Remus sighed, leaning back in his seat. After a moment, he chuckled.
"What?" Sirius snapped “What’s so funny?”
"I know who we can ask," Remus grinned, "But you're not going to like it."
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