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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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Remus certainly was a better teacher— more patient than Sirius was, he was certain after watching him tutor Allie on basic combative and defensive spells. Sirius had tried to jump in, show her a few tricks, but Remus was able to actually break down technique and really explain magic to her, unlike Sirius, insisting she just ‘do it like this’.
She wasn’t terrible for being a 5^th year drop out— just rusty, uncertain of herself and nervous. By the end of their lesson, she was producing a fairly strong shield charm, and effectively performing a few basic dueling hexes and jinxes. She had barely said two words the entire lesson, simply nodding when Remus would give her pointers, and blushing when he praised her. Sirius ended up spending most of the lesson watching from the back of the room after Remus told him he was being a distraction (albeit probably more distracting to Remus than Allie), admiring the way her full hips swayed when she flourished her wand.
“Alright, we’ll end here for the day— how is tomorrow evening for another lesson?” Remus asked
“Uhm, I actually have plans tomorrow evening…” Allie said softly “Would the following day be alright?”
“That’ll work fine,” Remus said with a small smile “Great work today. We’re going to work on these spells again, and start casting them non-verbal.”
“Oh, she’ll be good at that!” Sirius interjected, “She doesn’t like to talk much anyway”
Allie blushed, biting her lip and shrugging her shoulders. Remus turned to Sirius and flashed him a teasing smile.
“Maybe you should take a page from her book, Padfoot”
“Oh, come off it— you love hearing my angelic voice!” Sirius poked him in the ribs, (“Ow! was that necessary?!”) Then wrapped an arm around Allie’s shoulders “Come on, kitten— you want to help me feed Buckbeak?”
Allie giggled “Yes, absolutely” She turned to Remus, giving him a friendly nod. “Thank you, Remus.”
Sirius whisked Allie away and upstairs, leading her to Buckbeak’s room. He raved to her about how well she did during today’s lesson, admiring her sheepish smile and flushing cheeks. “Really, you’d never know you left school after your 5^th year— you were great!…”
Upon entering the room, Sirius grabbed a container from the closet, opening the lid and shaking the container in the direction of the hippogriff. Buckbeak seemed happy to see them (or possibly just happy to smell whatever treat Sirius had in store for dinner), bowing immediately and clicking its beak eagerly.
“Here, you want to feed him?” he offered “these mice are sort of bloody — nasty little buggers if you ask me, but they’re his favorite.”
He handed her the container, surprised when she didn’t even flinch at the sight of the nasty vermin. Allie picked a mouse up, tossing it gently up in the air. Buckbeak caught the dead mouse in midair, chomping happily.
“So, you have plans tomorrow?” Sirius’s words came out clumsier than he expected, and he immediately cursed himself for sounding so awkward. Where were the days everything that came out of his mouth sounded suave?— where he could charm any witch with just simple shake of his hair? A lifetime ago, he concluded. Prison did him no favors.
“Yes.” Allie tossed another mouse at Buckbeak, giggling as it ate exuberantly.
“What’s on the agenda?” He praised himself for sounding a bit cooler with this sentence. His insides rolled pleasantly as he watched her blush for the 100^th time today, wondering how many times she could blush before her face stayed tomato-red permanently.
“Dinner— with Jack”
“Ah, Jack…” Sirius grinned at her, but the gesture was false— jealously burned deep inside him at the mention of Jack’s name. “So, he must be your boyfriend now, then?”
Allie shrugged, biting her lip and flushing even deeper.
“He is!” Sirius teased “tell me, how is he in the sack? Takes good care of you?”
“Sirius!” Allie scolded playfully “That’s impolite to ask a lady such things…”
“That bad, huh?” he teased “such a shame, for a handsome bloke to not know how to pleasure his woman…”
“He’s fine!” She squeaked, embarrassment plastered all over her nearly purple face as she covered her face with her hands. “He’s… just fine…”
He did feel a little guilty about pressing her on such personal matters, but his jealousy was getting the best of him. He didn’t think her cheeks could gain anymore color she was blushing so much. She was squirming right in front of him, but sickly, he liked it. He wanted nothing more than to ask her who was better, but he at least still had a shred of sense to quit berating the girl. Maybe he could get her sloshed off firewhisky and ask then…
“Alright, I’m sorry,” he snickered “I’ll quit teasing you— you want a cup of tea?”
She let out an uncomfortable giggle, shifting her weight as she stared down at her feet. “Yes, please”
They walked down the hall in silence, Allie hardly able to meet his eyes. She didn’t seem angry that he pressed her, but seemed embarrassed to talk about such lewd acts with him. Was she embarrassed simply because of the topic itself, or because it was him— the one who made her writhe and moan in his bunk in Azkaban— asking about another man?
Doubt began to grip him— who was he kidding? Jack was handsome, had a job, and was free. A good man who was good for her— despite his jealousy, he didn’t doubt that. What could he give her that Jack couldn’t? A good shag? Hell, the way she blushed and informed him Jack was ‘just fine’ in the sack, maybe he didn’t even have that going for him. Realistically, Allie was only interested in him during their time in prison because they were forced into a cell together. Now that she was free, and he was not, how could she see him as anything worth her time?
He had thought if he drowned himself in gin, it would keep his mind off Allie spending a lovely evening with Jack. Alas, he was wrong. Instead of sitting in the drawing room mulling over his jealously, he sat in the drawing room drunkenly mulling over his jealously. Which was worse, he did not know. He thought of writing to Harry (whom he was still upset with about not wanting him to come to Hogsmeade this past weekend) to distract him, but his piss-poor mood prevented him from thinking of anything positive he could write. Instead, he sat in the uncomfortable, stained armchair, gripping the bottle tight as he took swigs, imagining Jack’s overly handsome face positioned between Allie’s thighs. He regretfully imagined his kisses and maneuvers of his tongue to please her, as she chanted his name softly over and over.
Jack… Jack… Jack…
Jack was probably having his way with her right now, for it was late and dinner was surely over by now. Sickening. It should be him pounding into her as she chanted his name.
Sirius… Sirius… Sirius…
His throbbing cock was becoming bothersome— maybe it was its fault why he couldn’t stop imagining Allie and Jack bumping uglies, because he needed to relieve some of his own tension. He looked over his shoulder to ensure he was alone before he slipped his hand inside his joggers. He gripped his shaft firmly and started to stroke, a low groan escaping his lips as he imagined those large, youthful breasts bouncing in his face as her hips straddled him. He squeezed himself tighter, trying to imagine his hand feeling as wonderful as Allie’s pussy on the first night he had gotten to have her.
Sirius… Sirius… Sirius…
The front door creaked open, then clicked shut. His hand flew out of his pants, his erection deflating almost instantly as he drew his wand and stumbled out of the chair. Who on earth would be coming by this late? He was surprised to find it was Allie standing in the foyer, dressed in a lovely cream-colored sweater and a frame-hugging pair of dark boot-cut jeans, her lips stained the color of wine. She was hanging a black leather coat up on the coatrack, taking extra care not to accidentally bump the iron structure and wake up the screaming portrait of Mrs. Black.
“Hey there, kitten,” he slurred “wasn’t expecting you here tonight…”
“I didn’t know I’d be coming,” she said softly, then frowning. “You’re drunk...”
“Just about!” he said, clasping his hands together “What’cha doing here? I thought you were with the boyfriend.”
“I was earlier.” She replied, not unkindly.
Sirius studied her for a moment, just now noticing her eyes were puffy and rimmed red. Maybe she had a fight with dear old handsome Jack? He pretended not to notice her patchy skin and bloodshot eyes, grinning overenthusiastically and gesturing to the drawing room.
“Fancy a drink?” he asked “I’ve got a whole bottle of gin, and I’m willing to share.”
“Uhm…” She didn’t answer his question, looking to the staircase to her left instead, furrowing her brow “Can— can I stay here? Tonight?”
He was taken aback slightly by her question; of course she could stay, she was always welcome in his home— he had given her a bedroom. His twitching cock and gin-filled stomach would’ve rather her stay in his room instead, however.
“Of course,” he said softly “you’re always welcome”
“Thank you” she whispered, and made her way upstairs. Sirius returned to the drawing room, plopping himself down in his chair and drinking more gin. He flicked his wand at the record player in the corner, putting on some soft rock and roll to ease the silence in the room. Damn good music, he thought. A few minutes later, Allie joined him, eyes less red but demeanor just as melancholy.
“Drink?”
He shoved the bottle of gin in her direction, holding it to her with a wide, boyish smile. Allie shook her head, not looking at him, but at the tapestry around the room instead. They were as she studied the hideous depictions of the Black family; He watched as she delicately touched the names and pictures of his ancestors, curious as to what she was thinking.
“Did you come over to study the most ancient and noble House of Black?” Sirius teased “Surely you would rather be with Jack than look at that piece of shit tapestry?”
She smiled weakly, and then slunk down in the seat closest to the arm chair on the creaking sofa.
“Your eyes are red,” he slurred “puffy— have you been crying?”
She shrugged and began to pick at her fingernails. “Just a little”
“You want to talk about it? You guys have a fight?”
“No, My mum and I did.” she whispered. “But I don’t want to talk about it right now.”
Sirius nodded, and then held out the bottle of gin to her again. “Drink? It might help…”
“No, thank you.”
“Suit yourself,” He shrugged and then took another swig of his bottle. “You want to talk about something else?”
“No.”
“Alright.”
They sat in silence, Allie staring at the fire roaring in front of them as the record player played softly in the background. His eyelids felt heavy, his head all of a sudden was the weight of a bowling ball, threatening to roll off his shoulders.
His eyes opened, and he was in his room, blinking a poster of a tanned woman in a blue bikini into view. His head was pounding and his mouth as dry as if he had swished with acetone. He groaned as he sat up, the light coming in the window hurting his eyes. He blinked some more— he was in his bedroom, surrounded by Gryffindor banners and bikini clad women. How did he get here? Last he remembered he was in the drawing room with Allie. Did he pass out? Did she bring him up here?
Sirius made his way downstairs, finding Allie and Remus in the drawing room working on more spells. He walked in right as she shot a reducter curse at one of his mother’s ugly flowered vases, taken aback at the power behind the spell that shattered the vase into a million pieces.
“Damn, that vase didn’t stand a chance…”
His voice was deep and raspy, attesting to the barren dryness that his mouth and throat were. Allie giggled shyly at his compliment as she and Remus turned towards him.
“Good afternoon, sleeping beauty” Remus said with a wry smirk “It’s nearly 2:00.”
“I blame the gin,” he grinned “How did I get upstairs?”
“Moblicorpus,” Allie said softly “You fell asleep; I thought you would be more comfortable in your own bed.”
“Oh, er— thanks,” he said, awkwardly, then gestured to the two of them “How long you lot been at it?”
“We’ve been working for the last few hours, we can be finished for today though,” Remus said “good work, Allie.”
“Thanks, Remus” She whispered.
She waved to him as he exited the drawing room. Sirius leaned back against the tapestry coated wall, propping himself up with one foot against the wall and the other planted on the ground.
“So how’d you do today?”
“Good, I think—” she shrugged “spells are harder when you can’t say the incantations…”
“It’ll get easier with practice” he said, forcing a smile. After a moment, “So, you want to tell me about why you had been crying last night?”
Allie flushed “I just got into it with my mum, that’s all” she said dismissively
“About Jack…?”
“No,” she shook her head “When I got home from dinner with him, I sat up and talked with mum. I told her about the Order of the Phoenix— well, sort of. I told her I was joining an activist group, that I believed him to be back, and I wanted to fight against it”
Sirius understood the ‘him’ she was talking about was Voldemort. He nodded, listening to her sweet voice as he forced himself to ignore his pounding headache. Maybe he did indeed have too much gin last night…
“She doesn’t want me to fight this war,” Allie whispered “She thinks I should keep my head down, get married and start a family. Live a quiet life. She doesn’t understand why I joined.”
“Why exactly did you join?”
He wished for nothing more than for her to say she joined for him, to be near him and with him, but he shut the thought down. She has a boyfriend, you git. She isn’t interested in you like that. You were a one time thing.
“Because I love my sister,” she said heavily “Life for squibs would get worse under his command, and she has a hard enough time as it is.”
Shannon, of course— he hadn’t even had a thought on how a member of Allie’s family would be affected by Voldemort’s regime, despite their pureblood status. Squibs were almost worse than Muggle-borns in the eyes of the Death Eaters.
“Did you tell her that?”
“Of course,” she said “But she doesn’t listen well when she is upset.”
“Did she kick you out?” Sirius asked “Is that why you stayed here last night?”
“No,” she said, shaking her head “but I didn’t want to be in the same house as her. It was a bad fight. That’s why I came here.”
“You didn’t want to go to Jack’s?”
“I— uhm—“ Allie flushed scarlet, opening and closing her mouth before rising from the couch. “I should probably try to talk to her again, maybe I can reason with her now that she’s cooled down”
“Oh, um, sure” Sirius fumbled. “Well, the door is open for you if you need to crash here again”
Allie nodded, walking up to him and placing a kiss on his cheek. “Thank you, Sirius”
Sirius stared at her as she pulled away, wishing he would’ve shaved so his stubble wouldn’t scratch those pillow soft lips of hers. He locked eyes with her, an odd tension building up between.
“Oi! Sirius!” Mundungus Fletcher’s rough voice called through the doorway “Got some news for ya— this the little mute I hear joined us?”
Allie stepped away quickly, as Sirius scowled at Mundungus for interrupting the moment he was about to have.
“Er— yeah, this is Allie Murphy” Sirius gestured between her and Mundungus “Allie, this is Mundungus Fletcher. Don’t buy anything off him, anything he sells he stole…”
“Oh, come off it!” Mundungus cried “You buy stuff off me all the time—“ he nodded to her politely “pleasure to meet you, sweetheart.”
She waved her hand ever so slightly, “Hello” she whispered.
“So what’s news you speak of?” Sirius asked.
“The kids are forming a little club— a Defense Against the Dark Arts group, right under Umbridge’s nose. Overheard ‘em at the Hogshead.”
Sirius was baffled proud at this news; maybe Harry was more like James than he had given him credit a few weeks ago.
“The kids were chattin’ as if they thought no one was listenin’” Mundungus continued “They need a lesson on secrecy”
“I’ll have to tell them— don’t tell Molly just yet,” Sirius let out a chuckle “She’ll go bananas”
Mundungus let out a wheezy laugh “I’ll let you break the news to her; I’d like to keep my nuts this week”
Mundungus bid them farewell and slunk out of the room, undoubtedly to the basement kitchen to break into Sirius’s vast liquor collection.
“Crazy kids,” Sirius’s smile beamed with pride “I’ll have to floo call them, tell them to be careful. I think it’s a good idea though, better to be prepared in an emergency than to be sitting ducks.”
“Just be careful,” Allie said softly “Don’t get caught.”
“Nah, don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine” he waved her off “What are they going to do, yank me out of the fireplace and cart me back to Azkaban?”
“Sirius,” Allie said, softly but sharply— very unlike her signature angelic tone “Do not get put back in prison— surely you won’t be able to escape a second time. Promise me you will be careful.”
Sirius was taken aback by her intensity; he blinked at her a few times before nodding stiffly. “I’ll be careful, kitten— I promise.”
Allie paused for a moment, chewing on her thoughts before nodding and smiling weakly “I’ll see you later this week.”
He watched her exit the room, hips swaying as she glided effortlessly. He listened to the front door creak open, and then latch quietly, knowing now she was gone. He felt a pang of excitement to speak with Harry— he couldn’t wait to tell him how proud he was, what a good idea this club was, but Allie’s sharp words still replayed in the back of his mind. Don’t get yourself put back in prison; you won’t escape a second time. He had called the Gryffindor common room many times now with no issues. This would be just another simple floo call, quick— no one would ever know. What was the worst that could happen?
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