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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
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of its characters. This fic is for entertainment purposes only!

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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The house was quiet— the kind of quiet he used to loathe. There had been many nights that he sat in this type of quiet; before, it had driven him to drink himself near sick, but lately, the quiet hadn’t bothered him. The difference between then and now was now he knew the quiet was only temporary. Allie was due home from work any minute, and vibrancy would be restored to the old townhouse once more.
Sure, Allie didn’t exactly make much noise herself; she really only spoke when spoken to, and even then her voice was softer than most people’s. Her footsteps were light as air as she would glide across the hardwood floors, compared to Sirius’s heavier, careless steps. Despite not adding any extra noise herself, her ambient presence brought life and radiance to 12 Grimmauld Place.
Sirius wouldn’t ever admit this out loud, but he was envious every time she left for work. He didn’t yet have the normalcy of a steady job— hell, the last time he ventured into Diagon Alley he was swarmed by a couple Daily Prophet reporters on their lunch break, which turned into a swarm of passersby herding around them to eavesdrop on what they had hoped would make tomorrow’s front page. He figured this would settle down in time; it had only been a few weeks since he was cleared, and staying in while Allie went off to work would give him time to supervise the painting jobs of enchanted paint rollers, and freshen up his resume.
Sirius never had to work a day in his life— a situation he didn’t think was a negative thing until this moment, staring at the gaping hole in the ‘Previous Employment’ section at the bottom of the page. Spending 12 years in Azkaban had done him no favors, but even before his wrongful imprisonment, he never really cared about what he was going to do with his life. James’s father used to encourage James and Sirius to find what it was that made them ‘tick’, and turn it into a way to make money.
“I always had a knack for potions,” Mr. Potter explained, puffing on a fat cigar. “And vanity sells. Once I put two and two together, I started my business...”
At 16, the only thing that made Sirius tick was booze and girls. Remus had talked him out of moving to Amsterdam and starting a business in the red light district, and distilling his own whisky went terrible the first few times he tried it, so he had given up. He didn’t really need the money, anyhow— once he’d graduated school, his Uncle Alphard died and left him a large chunk of money and his own flat. By then the war was ramping up, and he jumped in head first to fight alongside Dumbledore; to fight against the very same bullshit his parents had attempted to pound into his head since birth.
Sirius frowned at the blank space, sighing contemptuously. It was what it was; he couldn’t make work experience appear out of thin air, even if he wanted to— Wizard’s resumes must be submitted on special parchment to ensure no falsifications or fabrications. Not only had that, but everyone in the Wizarding World knew his story— there’d be no faking work experience for him.
He turned his attention to the envelopes on the coffee table. There were nearly a dozen, addressed to all sorts of companies and businesses, waiting to be stuffed and sent off by owl. He sighed once more, then flicked his wand to create multiple copies of his resume, and then began stuffing the envelopes.
Sure, he didn’t need a job; with the money he had sitting in his vault at Gringotts he was set for life. However, something about his newfound freedom and becoming a father had lit a fire under him. A man of his age should be at a well-established point in his career, someone of high importance within an agency or company. A man his age should be working to build his wealth; not sitting back on his ass and spending it.
He wanted to be the father that his child could be proud of. He didn’t want his child at 11 years old to introduce themselves on the Hogwarts Express, and receive the sniveling comment of:
“Black? As in Sirius Black? Isn’t your dad the murderer? The one that was so-called ‘framed?’”
No, he didn’t want that fact to follow his child around. He wanted the questions to be more so like:
“Isn’t your dad the Head of…” or “Isn’t your dad the inventor of…”
The front door opened then clicked shut, jerking him out of his daydream. Allie’s sweet voice sounded from the foyer, just on the other side of the wall.
“Sirius? Are you home?”
He quickly and clumsily scooped the envelopes and resumes into a pile and shoved them underneath the couch— he was feeling self-conscious of them, and didn’t wish to discuss it much tonight.
“In the Drawing room!”
By the time she entered, he had just finished positioning himself on the couch as if he’d been relaxing. She sat down next to him, carrying two bakery boxes, and immediately noticing a few paper corners sticking out from under the couch at his feet.
“What’s that?” she asked
“Oh—“ Sirius pushed the exposed corners up under the couch with his foot. “Nothing.”
Her brow raised in a mixture of curiosity and suspicion. He felt his ears grow hot, and averted his gaze to the floor.
“Resumes…” he mumbled.
She smiled easily, “you don’t need to be embarrassed that you’re applying for jobs.”
His ears burned hotter, and he decided to turn his attention to the boxes in her hands, hoping to change the subject. “What’s in there?”
“Oh—“ She looking down at the boxes as her cheeks flushed. “I want to savor what’s left of my ice cream, and I had a craving for dessert, and well— I just couldn’t help myself…”
She set one box to the side, and opened another box to reveal a display of assorted cream-filled cookies of varying color.
“…French macarons.”
Sirius grinned, and patted his lap, motioning for her to come closer. She readjusted, throwing one leg over and straddling him while the box was between their chests.
“I’ve never had a French… whatever before,” he inspected the cookies closely “are they good?
“What? Are they good?” she laughed “Macarons are delicious— they are one of my favorite desserts. I got a dozen for me, then a dozen for us to share.”
“I see how it is, going to hog all the sweets for yourself...” She smiled sheepishly as Sirius tucked a curl behind her ear. “Why are they different colors?”
Allie’s eyes lit up “The colors are different flavors— I got all different ones so you could try them,” She started pointing to each individual cookie “vanilla, strawberry, lemon, pistachio, honey lavender...”
“Alright, let me try one of these— which one is which?”
She chewed on her bottom lip, smiling eagerly at the box. “Close your eyes. See if you can guess...”
Sirius closed his eyes, and a moment later he felt a cookie brush against his lips. He took a bite; the cookie was cold and chewy, and a heavenly sweet nutty flavor filled his mouth.
“Mmm…” he hummed through chewing “pistachio?”
“Mhmm.”
He opened his eyes to see that Allie had eaten the rest of the cookie. She smiled, giggling as she chewed. Sirius grinned wryly, raising a brow in amusement.
“You don’t plan on eating these in one sitting, do you?”
She flushed. “I was hoping to…”
He laughed, moving the box from between them and kissing her. “A sweet woman that likes her sweets; How did I get so lucky?”
Her flush deepened as Sirius’s hands found their way up under her skirt, cupping her bum. He kissed her again, squeezing her cheeks playfully as his tongue swiped across her bottom lip.
“How about we take these to go,” he suggested, pulling away just an inch “Walk off all this sugar— maybe to that park around the block?”
Her forehead pressed gently against his as she brushed his cheek with the backs of her fingers. Her touch was softer than a whisper, sending goosebumps down the back of his neck.
“You don’t seem like you’re in the mood to go for a walk.” She murmured.
“Oh, don’t you worry,” he said huskily, giving her an appraising look as he gave her left cheek a few quick squeezes. “They’ll be plenty of time for that later.”
The soft breeze was pleasant as they strolled down the street, hand in hand. London had reached a stifling hot temperature mid-day, but now that the sun was beginning to set, they could comfortably enjoy the summer warmth without dripping in sweat. The breeze gently rustled the leaves on the many trees lining the park’s walking paths— despite having been out of prison for the last three years, sounds as simple as leaves rustling and birds chirping left Sirius in awe. It was hard to remember how beautiful the world was some days.
They reached the park’s pond, and stopped to admire. A group of ducks swam back and forth in formation across the pond’s glassy surface, periodically sticking their beaks into the water to take a drink. A few squirrels scurried up and down the nearby trees, making soft chittering noises to each other. The park was peaceful, quiet, and unexpectedly private. Currently, there wasn’t a soul in sight.
“It’s nice here— peaceful,” he said with a small smile “don’t you think?”
Allie nodded, and kissed his cheek softly. She then drew her wand and pointed it at a small rock nestled in the grass. With a quick flick, the rock transformed into a large picnic blanket, checkered red and white. She patted the bakery box gently, and then sat down.
“Sit,” She said softly, opening the lid “come try another.”
He obliged, settling himself onto the picnic blanket next to her. She plucked a pale pink cookie out of the box, crinkling her nose as she handed it to him.

“I don’t know if you’ll like this one— I like it, but it’s… different.”

She held the cookie up to him. He leaned forward and took a bite; the flavor was indeed different, and she was correct— he didn’t like it. It tasted like the baker dumped flowery perfume into the batter. He shook his head, snubbing his nose at the remains of the cookie in her hand.

“What the hell is that?”

Allie giggled. “Rose.”
“Yuck,” he spat “tastes like a bottle of old lady perfume…”
She stuffed the cookie into her mouth, smiling as she chewed. They took turns over the next few minutes pulling out cookies and taking bites from each other’s hands. The rest of the flavors were much much more appetizing to him than the rose.
“Which one was your favorite?” Allie asked, stuffing the last cookie in her mouth.
“Lemon, I think,” He said “they reminded me of Mrs. Potter’s lemon bars. She used to make them for a summer dessert.”
Allie flicked her wand and vanished the empty bakery box, then smiled. “I know a wonderful recipe for lemon bars…”
Sirius smiled as she went into full detail of her procedure for her lemon bars. He was only partially paying attention to what she was saying; he was distracted by admiring the way the twilight gave her hair a golden-copper glow, and how lovely her complexion was as of recently. She stopped talking in mid recipe, realizing he staring at her was not because he was interested in her lemon bars. She flushed and looked away shyly, fighting a smile.

“Pregnancy looks good on you, you know.” He said softly.

Allie scoffed playfully “just wait until I get fat and miserable,” she muttered “you won’t think that when I’m waddling like a duck.”

“I think—“ he snaked a hand over her stomach and leaned in for a kiss. “—you’re going to even more beautiful the more that belly grows.”

He kissed her softly, then pulled away an inch to look at her once more. He smiled, then leaned back in and kissed her again, this time with more fervor. He could taste the remnants of sugar as their tongues swirled together, moving like an intricate dance between seasoned partners.
He guided her to lie back as he propped himself onto his side. His hand slid to her breast, squeezing and kneading gently. As her back arched towards him, he moved from her breast and wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close against him. He pressed his hard into her thigh, murmuring softly into her ear.
“See what you do to me, kitten?”
She chewed her bottom lip and flushed. He sat up abruptly, grinning as he ran his hands under her skirt and up her thighs.
“We’re in public…” she protested half-heartedly. “Someone will see us…”
He grinned wider as he grabbed ahold of the waistband of her knickers. She opened her mouth to protest further, but was silenced by his lips crashing back against hers. She groaned urgently against his mouth as he pulled her knickers down with one quick yank.

“Sirius!” She exclaimed softly as their lips broke apart “Really, if someone comes walking by—“

“Relax, relax,” he said easily, tucking her knickers into his pocket “I’m just sweetening the deal—knowing you’re going to be spending the rest of the evening without any underwear is going to make shagging you later that much more fun…”
Images of her writhing beneath him on top of the transfigured blanket flashed through his mind. He looked around quickly— they were still alone in the peaceful park. Something about the thrill of maybe getting caught aroused him; he wanted to pleasure her here and now.
“You know,” He murmured huskily “if we hear voices, all I have to do is move my hand…”
His hand made its way back under her skirt, stroking her inner thigh with a feather light touch. She let out a small squeak as his fingers brushed against her slit, already slick with desire. He pushed one finger inside her slowly, grinning at the sound escaping her lips. He exchanged one finger for two, and then used his thumb to brush over her clit ever so gently. Her hips bucked as she grabbed fistfuls of blanket.
“But if this is too adventurous for you...”
He stopped abruptly, and pulled his hand out from under her skirt.
“What? No, no, don’t—”
He chuckled in amusement “Don’t, what?”
Her cheeks turned a twinge of pink as she bit her lip. “…don’t stop.”
“You want me to continue?”
“Yes, please…”
He slipped a few fingers back inside. His cock strained against the material of his trousers as she moaned softly from his touch. He fell back into a rhythm, admiring the way her body responded to him.
“You want to come, kitten?”
She nodded eagerly, answering him with a soft, throaty ‘uh-huh’.
“You’ll need to ask me for it— tell me what you want.”
It was unclear to him whether or not she flushed deeper due to the imminent pleasure, or due to a touch of embarrassment to speak such filthy things to him. He didn’t mind putting her on the spot like this— he liked to hear a woman beg him for pleasure.
“I— want to—“ she whispered “please…”
“You want to… what?” He asked “you won’t get it unless you ask me for it.”
Allie moaned in a mixture of pleasure and protest. He slowed his rhythm, knowing it would drive her mad if he stopped now.
“Don’t stop!” she hissed softly
“Tell me what you what from me,” he commanded “Ask me for it— beg me for it.”
He moved his fingers painstakingly slow now. His thumb brushed against her clit once more, softer than a whisper. Her hips bucked, and she wiggled herself in an attempt to take his fingers deeper.
“Please, Sirius, please…”
“Tell me what you want.”
Another soft brush of her clit, and she was desperate. She fought to slide herself deeper, the frustration visible on her face.
“I want to come!” She squeaked “Please, Sirius, make me come! Please!”
“Oh, so you do want to come?” He grinned, pushing back in deeper “Even here? In ‘public’?”
“Yes— god, Sirius, please! I want to come! I want to come so bad, please let me, please!”
He chuckled triumphantly “Ask and you shall receive…”
He moved his fingers in and out faster now, pressing against her g-spot as his thumb stroked her clit. It wasn’t but 15 seconds later before he had to clamp his free hand over her mouth, so that her cries would die in the palm of his hand, rather than echo through the empty park. Her back arched and her toes curled as she came hard around his fingers. Her orgasm was long, and judging by the flushed expression on her face, it was intense. Once she relaxed, he pulled his hand out of her, and wiped her wetness onto the edge of the blanket. He leaned over her and kissed her forehead, smiling against her skin as she panted.
“Good girl…” he murmured softly “you’re so sexy when you beg me, kitten.”
He hadn’t expected her to return the favor here and now, but certainly didn’t complain as he watched her purple-polished fingers wrap around his shaft. She moved painstakingly slow and deliberate, as if to tease him as much as he had her. She used both hands, twisting and stroking in opposite directions to stimulate every part of him.
“Christ, kitten—“ he sighed softly “fuck…”
Her tongue was like velvet as she licked him from base to tip, then took him as deep as she could, sliding him in and out of her mouth. The sensation was heavenly, and in a matter of a few minutes she had him at her mercy. He’d do just about anything in this moment for her to allow him to finish, but she moved just slow enough not to tip him over the edge— she had taken a page out of his book, and he loved and hated it at the same time.
“Allie…”
He groaned her name as her tongue flicked at his foreskin, just below the head. God he wanted to finish, he wanted it so bad…
“Allie, please…” he begged
“Not yet…”
Her tongue moved in intricate patterns around him, slowly and deliberately. She had a firm hold at the base of his shaft with one hand, and gently stroked his balls with just the fingertips of the other. He let out a strangled moan as he attempted to buck his hips. If only she would go just a little faster…
“Please…” he whined “fuck— just a little faster kitten, please? I’m so close…”
She giggled as she released him from her mouth, and gave his head a soft kiss.
“Oh, alright…”
The speed she moved her tongue now was just enough; his balls tightened, his cock pulsed and he grunted her name as he shot his load down her throat. She swallowed quickly, still licking him gently until his orgasm had finished.
“I like doing this,” she whispered, flushing “I like to make you feel good…”
They spent an indeterminable amount of time lying together on the transfigured blanket, watching the sun retreat below the horizon and the moon rise. They were comfortable in her presence without feeling the need to constantly have conversation, both blissfully relaxed from the pleasure they endured at the hands of the other. A few passersby had walked through the park, not paying any mind to them as they gazed up at the stars (They were both thankful none of these pedestrians had wandered into the park merely a few minutes earlier.) Not many were visible in the sky, as the streetlights of London polluted the view, but Sirius was able to point out the North Star.
“Polaris is the brightest star in the night sky,” he whispered in her ear “Surely you had a lesson on it during first year astronomy?”
“Allie?”
Their peaceful evening had finally been interrupted. The voice from behind them was familiar, but Sirius had to sit up and turn his head to look before he knew for sure who the voice belonged to. He felt Allie’s energy shift as she jumped to her feet.
“Jack…” Allie said softly.
Sirius rose and placed a hand protectively on the small of her back as he looked her ex-fiancé up and down. A sense of déjà vu washed over him— he found it an odd coincidence that the two times that he and Allie had ventured here that they had run into him. At least thanks to Kingsley Shacklebolt’s memory charm and the copious amounts of alcohol he’d consumed that night, Jack had no memory of the first encounter. At least this time Sirius wasn’t getting contact-drunk off boozy fumes from Jack.
“Sirius Black?” Jack asked with an accusing tone. “You’re Sirius Black.”
He looked at Sirius up and down, his eyes narrowing the longer he stared. Sirius found it unfortunate that he was famous for nothing of merit. He wished his name would’ve been synonymous with something along the likes of ‘wealthy business owner’ or ‘notable magical skill’ rather than ‘wrongfully accused of betrayal and murder and prison escapee.’
“In the flesh.” Sirius replied plainly.
Jack gave him an appraising look, before turning back to Allie and gesturing to Sirius casually.
“This is the bloke you called off our wedding for? Sirius Black, the murderer?”
Allie flushed tomato red, gently wrapping her arms around herself protectively. “He’s not a murderer…” she whispered, looking down at her feet.
“Yeah, I was framed you see—“ Sirius started, but trailed off as Jack shot him a look that could kill. He turned back to Allie, his jaw stiffening.
“I’ve made myself sick agonizing over who you left me for. Was the bloke better for you than me? What didn’t I do for you that would’ve ensured you wouldn’t seek comfort elsewhere…” he shook his head, now speaking to Sirius but giving Allie a derisive stare “better be careful with this one, mate. She’s a bit… loose—” his eyes flashed “—if you know what I mean.”
“Watch it,” Sirius growled, stepping in front of Allie. “Don’t you talk about her like that.”
“Was it just him, Allie?” he continued, ignoring Sirius “Or did you have yourself a different bloke for each night of the week? Thursdays reserved for criminals?”
Anger and adrenaline flashed through Sirius; he advanced on Jack, shoving him so hard he stumbled backward clumsily. Once he regained his footing, Jack launched forward, punching Sirius across the face. Pain spread across his cheekbone as he dropped to the ground, but not before he attempted a few missed swings at Jack.
“Sirius!” Allie cried out.
Jack kicked him in the ribs a few times as Allie screamed for him to stop. Sirius tried to reach for his wand, but every time he almost had it another blow knocked him off balance. He grabbed at Jack’s legs desperately, latching onto his left after a few attempts, and pulled the tall wizard to the ground. He got a few blows to his face in before Jack’s fist collided with his nose, crushing it under impact. Warm blood gushed down his face as dizziness struck him; his vision grew fuzzy, his heartbeat sounded in his ears.
“Flipendo!”
Jack flew backwards and out of Sirius’s line of sight. Through the pounding in his ears, he heard a crack of apparition, assuming that Jack had retreated. Allie dropped to her knees next to him, stowing her wand into her skirt with shaking hands.
“Are you—are you alright?” she stammered “oh, your nose is broken—ohh, I’m so sorry…”
“It’s not your fault,” Sirius groaned, attempting to sit up “fuck— he got me good, didn’t he?”
Allie didn’t laugh or smile. She observed his face carefully, gently pressing around his nose and cheekbones. He hissed in pain as she pressed close to the bridge of his nose. Her hands retreated quickly and fell to her sides as she murmured an apology under her breath.
“You alright?” he asked “Don’t let the bullshit he was spitting bother you—“
She shook her head quickly, dismissing him. “Can you apparate?” she asked, in a small voice.
Sirius studied her for a moment; he could tell by the look in her eye that Jack’s words had affected her. He knew there wasn’t much he could say to make her feel better in this moment.
“Side along, I think.” He shrugged.
She nodded, then wrapped her arms around him and closed her eyes. Before he could even have time to blink, he felt the world compress in around him, pain shooting in his ribs and face, then landed onto the cold floor of the basement kitchen at 12 Grimmauld place. He clutched his side and winced, struggling to stand to sit in a nearby chair.
“I’ve got a medi-kit upstairs,” Allie said “hold on.”
She was back just a minute later with a small wooden case in tow. She set it onto the table and flicked open the latches, and then stepped back. The case popped open abruptly, and two side panels followed suit just a moment later. The side compartments were filled with small vials of potions, while the middle contained bandages, pastes and ointments of different varieties. She drew her wand and pointed it at the bridge of his nose.
“This might hurt,” she warned “Episky!”
He yelped as the bones in his nose snapped back together. She repeated the same step with his cheekbone, and as quick as the pain shot through his face, it subsided just as quick. She plucked a piece of white linen from the box, ran it underwater at the kitchen sink, and used it to wipe the blood from his face.
“Your cheek is cut open,” she said softly “I’ve got something that’ll help.”
She extracted a small glass bowl from the case, and poured one of the potion vials into it. The fluid was milky-white, thin, and smelled strongly of an unknown pungent odor. She dipped a corner of a clean rag into the bowl, and pressed it gently to his cut. He sighed with relief; the strange fluid took all the sting and pain out of the cut immediately.
“What is that stuff?”
“Milk of willowflower,” she replied “mixed with Murtlap essence— excellent for sealing wounds and relieving pain.”
She had the gentlest of touches as she tended to his other scrapes and bruises. He admired her as she performed the role of emergency medi-witch—
“You’re going to make a great Healer one day.” He said softly.
She stopped abruptly, fighting a smile as her cheeks turned a twinge of pink. “You think so?”
“I know so,” he replied “No one has ever cared for me this thoroughly.”
She couldn’t help but smile now. She looked at her feet shyly, and then looked up. Her eyes roved over his cuts and bruises, and her smile faded quickly “I’m so sorry…” she trailed off, looking away.
“That wasn’t your fault— besides, I guess it’s only fair that he got a punch in, I guess.”
He smiled easily, hoping it would lighten her up. It didn’t.
“We were having such a lovely evening…” she whispered.
“We still can have a lovely evening,” he reached out and took her hand “How about we read something together, hmm? Or we can go feed Buckbeak a second dinner— he wouldn’t mind that…”
Allie smiled again at the mention of Buckbeak. She took his hand to help him stand, feeling his ribcage for any broken ribs.
“I think Beaky would rather enjoy a second dinner.” she said softly
Sirius leaned forward and kissed her forehead.
“Then come on, kitten— let’s go play with some dead rats.”
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