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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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Sirius couldn’t take his eyes off her hands clasped around her tea mug. Her nails were perfectly manicured and polished a pearlescent maroon, showcasing the glinting diamond on her left ring finger. She didn’t boast about the ring, but didn’t attempt to hide it either. If any of the members of the Order would ask to see it, she would politely show them, blushing as they complimented the ivy detailing carved into the gold band, or the size and brilliance of her diamond. It was a beautiful ring, he couldn’t deny it, but not as beautiful as the woman it was attached to, he thought.
She was cordial to him; she didn’t avoid his eyes or pretend he wasn’t in the room, but she didn’t seek out his company after the Order meetings would disband. Whenever they would catch each other’s gaze she would still smile, but there was a certain sadness behind her eyes that made Sirius’s heart clench.
He wanted happiness for her, even if he were never going to experience it for himself. His stomach lurched every time he caught a glimpse of the glint of her diamond ring, or heard one of the members of the Order bring up the impending nuptials. Even 6 weeks after she accepted Jack’s proposal, Remus’s advice still rang inside his head every time he thought of her.
If you love her, let her go.
He had convinced himself he wasn’t worthy of the life and family he had always wished for— people like him didn’t get a happy ending. He was destined to rot out the remainder of his days as a useless waste of space inside 12 Grimmauld Place. He was tied to this house just as Kreacher and his predecessors had been, unable to leave without directly defying orders— at this point, they might as well mount his head on the wall after he bit the dust.
He found himself spending most of his time in the drawing room drinking straight from a bottle of rum, wallowing in his own self-pity. He sat on the old moth eaten couch, hair knotted and face unshaven, staring at a copy of the Daily Prophet from over a month ago. On the back page of the newspaper was a small blurb in the bottom right-hand corner.
Engagement Announcements
There were four couples announcing their engagements inside this issue of the Daily Prophet, but only one paragraph stood out to Sirius.
Jack Wallingford, grandson of famous broomstick engineer Harold Wallingford, is scheduled to wed Allison Murphy at the beginning of April. The two will enjoy private nuptials in London, and then honeymoon in the countryside of France. The couple met at the Leaky Cauldron in Diagon Alley, where they are both currently employed.
He scoffed at the paper as if he were reading it for the first time. He however, had read the back page of this particular issue many times over since its release. Countryside of France, what a fucking showoff. He’s just flaunting his wealth.
“You just going to sit in here and drink yourself to death?”
Tonks stood in the doorway of the drawing room, hair a magnificent shade of electric green, smirking. Sirius crumpled up the paper and shoved it between the couch cushions hastily.
“Good afternoon to you too,” he said sardonically.
Tonks stepped inside the room, plopping down on the couch next to him. She stared at him for a moment, making Sirius extremely uncomfortable.
“What?” he snapped
She raised a brow, pursing her lips ever so slightly. In this moment, Sirius was reminded of her mother Andromeda— Sirius’s favorite cousin. Andromeda wasn’t like her sisters Bellatrix and Narcissa— she actually had a good head on her shoulders. She was on the right side of things.
“May I speak frank?”
“Sure—” Sirius took another swig, the rum burning his throat and causing him to speak with a strained voice “—not that lack of permission stops you from speaking, anyhow.”
Tonks simply shook her head and rolled her eyes. “You need to get your head out of your arse,” she said “What’s got you so down?”
“Oh, I don’t know— maybe the fact that I’m doomed to rot in this dreadful excuse of a home for the rest of my days,” Sirius grumbled “Other than that, I’m just peachy.”
“So, this wallowing in self-pity bit you have going on has nothing to do with Allie getting married next week?”
Sirius sighed, and didn’t answer her. It’s got everything to do with that.
“If you don’t want her to marry him, why don’t you speak up?”
Sirius took a moment to answer, picking at a frayed thread at the bottom hem of his shirt. When he did, he spoke quietly, just above a whisper. “Because I love her— and because I love her, I need to let her go.”
Tonks blinked at him a few times, and then burst out in laughter. “That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard! Why would you need to let her go if you love her? That makes no sense.”
“Jack is better for her than me,” Sirius explained, taking another hearty swig of rum. “He’s not stuck inside; he can give her a life that I’m not sure I can ever give her.”
“Where’d you get this idea from? Remus? Is he putting dumb thoughts into your head?” Tonks all of a sudden looked angry “I swear, I’ve never met a man who hates himself more than Remus Lupin, a goddamn idiot sometimes…”
“He’s not wrong.”
“He is wrong,” Tonks corrected “Yes, marrying Jack would be good for her. They’ll have a lovely little life— have a nice house in the countryside, pop out a few kids, never want for money. Her family will never go hungry and she’ll never have to steal money from a cash register to feed her siblings. They’ll care for each other, and it’ll be nice.”
“Sounds lovely.” Sirius said flatly.
“But she’s missing something in that story. She’s missing the intense, weak at the knees, completely enthralled, so sick love that she has for you. I know she loves Jack, she wouldn’t’ve accepted his proposal if she didn’t, but she is in love with you. You are the one who makes her weak at the knees.”
“And she told you this? Mute Murphy, who barely speaks more than a sentence to anyone— well, except—“
“Except you.” Tonks said, now smiling slightly “Haven’t you noticed she’s a real chatterbox around you? I pried a couple things out of her when she had some tea with me after her shift at the Cauldron, but I filled in the blanks by myself.”
Sirius fidgeted with his bottle, digesting everything Tonks was saying.
“She could be your happy ending, Sirius.”
“People like me don’t get a happy ending.”
“But why,” she asked “Why is it that you think you can’t be happy?”
Sirius opened and closed his mouth a couple times before answering. He didn’t know why, he had just assumed it wasn’t in the cards. It’s what he had been telling himself every day for the last 6 weeks.
“It’s not in the cards for me; I just don’t get a happy ending.”
“Only if you don’t allow yourself to have one!” Tonks snapped “Get Remus out of your head and quit being a goddamn coward!”
Anger seethed through him— he was even angrier to hear the word coward come out of Tonks’s mouth than he was Snape’s. “Don’t you dare call me that!” he hissed “I am no coward.”
“Then don’t act like one.” Tonks said frankly, standing up and smoothing the front of her robes “Think about what I said— by the way, Molly wanted me to ask if you she could throw Allie a little engagement party tomorrow. I’ll tell her you’d be delighted.”
She turned and glided out of the drawing room shutting the door behind her. Sirius downed a large swig of rum, and then another. He wasn’t sure what to make of Tonks’s words or the idea of playing host a party celebrating the impending wedding, but if he were to be drunk tonight, he wouldn’t have to make something of them.
Molly seemed to be resting at nothing to make Allie’s engagement party a grand spectacle. She’d been in the kitchen all day preparing appetizers, enlisting Sirius in projects he wanted no part of. He begrudgingly tacked up a large banner to the kitchen wall reading ‘Best Wishes, Allie and Jack’. It was hard to think that their 6 week engagement was nearing its end, and this time next week, she would become Mrs. Jack Wallingford.
6 weeks—a rather short engagement, in Sirius’s mind; as much as he questioned why they were moving so fast, he figured there was probably no reason to drag it out. Had it been him that got down on one knee and asked for Allie’s hand, he wouldn’t’ve wanted to wait even 6 weeks to make her Mrs. Sirius Black. He scoffed at himself silently for even entertaining the thought of a wedding— a wedding meant a happy ending, something not meant for him.
But why? Tonks question forced its way into his brain, and wouldn’t rest. Why was he the one destined to be miserable his entire life? What bad karma did he create in his life to have deserved all the bullshit he’d endured?
Sure, he’d been a bit of a tosser back in his school days. Wasn’t the kindest to blokes he didn’t like, broke some hearts of some ladies after romps in the second floor girl’s bathroom. He was a just a boy then. Certainly a few harmless heckles or one night stands would’ve made his deserving of a 12 year prison sentence for murder he didn’t commit, only then to rot out the rest of his days inside his parent’s home.
Allie’s face flashed through his mind; what he wouldn’t give for the banner to read ‘Best Wishes Allie and Sirius.’ What he wouldn’t give to stand before her, admiring her in a beautiful white lace dress as he pledged his life to her. He would promise to love and cherish her for the rest of his days, in sickness and in health, richer or poorer. He would make sure she never felt alone, never felt sad, and that her family never went hungry. He would take care of her, whether he was stuck inside this house or not. She would be his happy ending, and he would be hers.
Too bad the name on this banner did indeed read Jack.
The Order’s engagement party was a happy event for everyone— everyone, except Sirius. He sat in the corner and contemptuously watched the party unfold around him, consuming over half the bottle of scotch clutched in his left hand.
She seemed to be avoiding him this evening, avoiding looking in his direction. He knew she knew he was staring at her, for the simple that the few times she had caught his eye, she flushed as she looked away quickly, only to look back at him when she thought he wasn’t looking. She hadn’t avoided him at all until now, what was different about tonight? Did something about his presence make her second guess her impeding wedding? Was she still in love with him?
The liquid courage flooding through him gave him a false sense of assurance. He wanted her to have all the facts before going through with such a large commitment. He wanted her to know that he loved her— he needed her to know. Even if it were too late, she needed to know. God, I hope it’s not too late.
He stood to approach her, taking a few clumsy steps in her direction. She looked absolutely stunning tonight, her vibrant red curls dazzling in the middle of the room under the glow of the oil-lit chandelier. Her fitted black dress hugged her body perfectly, her small waist and full hips emphasized. He didn’t get much closer before he felt a strong grip on his shoulder, stopping him in his tracks.
“A word?” Remus muttered quietly, in his ear.
“You know, I use to threaten to cut men’s hands off for touching me” Sirius said irritably.
Remus simply raised an eyebrow, not removing his hand from Sirius’s shoulder.
“I’d like to see you try. A word, over here”
Remus dragged Sirius into the pantry, looking over his shoulder to ensure no one followed them. He spoke with a hushed tone— harsh, and stern.
“Leave her alone. She is getting married tomorrow.”
“I haven’t said a word to her all night!” Sirius said incredulously
“Yes, but I’ve been watching you watching her; leave her alone.”
Sirius sighed “She deserves to know how I feel.”
“No—” Remus scolded “If you love her, let her marry him.”
“Why? Why do I have to be miserable? Haven’t I suffered enough in my lifetime?”
“You can’t give her the life she needs...”
“Just because you want to sit back and be miserable doesn’t mean I should with you.”
Sirius pushed Remus out of the way forcefully, marching back into the party. He walked up right behind Allie, placing a hand on her shoulder and interrupting her conversation with Tonks.
“Can I talk to you?” he grumbled. “In private.”
Allie nodded, looking at him curiously. Remus skulked in the doorway to the pantry, glaring at him disapprovingly. Sirius took her by the wrist and led her up the kitchen stairs and into the drawing room, closing the door behind them.
“What’s going on?” She asked
“I just need to talk to you.”
His words were slurred slightly as he spoke. He rocked back and forth on his heels, looking down at the floor.
“How much have you had to drink…?” she asked softly
“Not nearly enough for this,” he sighed, rocking back and forth on his heels as he looked down at the floor “Don’t do it— don’t marry him.”
She paused, furrowing her brow “…Say that again?”
“Don’t marry him.” Sirius repeated, still avoiding her gaze.
“Don’t marry him…?” Allie blinked for a moment as she stared at him. When she spoke finally, her voice was just barely above a whisper. “Why not?”
Sirius looked up, now meeting her gaze. His palms were sweating, his insides were fluttering— he had never been more terrified to speak a simple sentence in his entire life. “Because I love you, Allie”
She stared at him for a moment longer, vacantly. After she seemed to process what he said, anger flashed across her expression. She gritted her teeth, raising her right hand and striking him hard across the cheek.
“You waited until the week before my wedding to tell me this?” she whispered harshly “Why didn’t you tell me this sooner?”
“I thought letting you marry him was the best thing for you” he said, rubbing his stinging cheek “I thought that if I love you, I needed to let you go.”
Allie’s posture relaxed as she chuckled softly, shaking her head. “That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard…”
“Yeah, so I’ve been told,” Sirius muttered “Look— I’m an idiot. But I love you— my world is clearer with you around. I can’t imagine you spending your life with someone else— someone who isn’t me,” he stepped toward her “Don’t marry him. Please, god— don’t marry him.”
He reached out and cupped her face with his hand. She closed her eyes and sighed, leaning her cheek into his palm.
“What would I be to call the wedding off this soon before?” she whispered.
“Human.”
She looked at him, initially with sad eyes, but her expression changed when her palm met his cheek again, this time gentle, as whisper soft as her sweet voice was. Sirius leaned forward, gently pressing his lips against hers. Her body trembled as she pressed herself into him, wrapping her arms around his neck. He wrapped an arm around her waist, and tangled a hand in her thick mane. They snogged for a minute or two; Sirius relished in the feeling of her body pressed against his, the softness of her lips against his— she tasted like honey, so sweet just like her.
“You want to take this somewhere more private?” he asked, pulling away just an inch.
“Yes.” She whispered.
He grinned, pulling her tighter against him and apparating from the drawing room to his bedroom. The moment their feet hit the floor, their snogging resumed. Sirius pushed her up against the wall, pinning her in place as his hands ran up the curves of her body. Allie gripped the bottom hem of his shirt and pulled upward, pulling if off over his head. They locked eyes; there was lust in Allie’s gaze, so much desire behind her eyes. He spun her around, pushing her curls off her back so he could find the zipper of her dress. He unzipped slowly, admiring her porcelain flesh now exposed.
As the dress pooled at her feet, he admired the curves of her butt, hips and waist from behind as Allie smiled shyly at him over her shoulder. He spun her back to face him, his eyes immediately falling on her cleavage nearly busting out of her black lace bra. As pretty as her bra was, he’d rather see it on the floor.
Allie unbuttoned his trousers and pushed them to the ground, allowing them to pool on the floor along with her dress. She followed suit with his boxers, allowing his hard cock to spring free. She bit her lip and flushed as she looked Sirius up and down.
“Like what you see, kitten?” Sirius asked huskily.
She nodded, flushing even more. He started to reach around to unhook her bra when she gasped softly,
“Wait Sirius— I haven’t— we need a contraceptive—“she said, suddenly panicked “My wand is in my cloak— downstairs…”
“Oh, oh shit, yeah— hold on, I’ve got mine here somewhere…”
Sirius stepped away, fumbling in the mess of clothing for his trousers. He found his wand after a moment; Allie was now kneeling on the bed, giving him a small smile. He wasn’t sure if there was anything sexier than her, right here right now.
“It’s been a while since I’ve done this…” he said sheepishly
He pointed his wand at her stomach and muttered an incantation. Judging by her soft giggle, he must’ve done something wrong.
“Here, let me—“
She reached for his wand, taking it and pointing it at her own stomach. After whispering an incantation just a little different than what Sirius had spoken, a soft gold glow appeared around her abdomen, disappearing as quickly as it had appeared.
“All set.” She said softly.
She handed him back his wand that he proceeded to toss over his shoulder. He kneeled on the bed with her, reaching around and unhooking her bra. Much like his wand, he tossed it over his head with a wide, toothy grin. Allie flushed again,
“Like what you see?” she asked sweetly, just above a whisper.
“Love what I see.”
He kissed her again, pulling her against him as he ran his hands up her back. He loved the feeling of her delicate hands sliding into his hair, her bare skin against his, the feeling of his cock pushing against her pubic bone, receiving slight stimulation from the little bit of friction. He leaned his body weight forward, causing her to lose her balance and fall onto her back. She let out a playful squeak followed by giggles as he kissed her neck softly, trailing down her collarbone to her left breast. She gasped as he took her nipple in his mouth, sucking gently as his hand brushed against her inner thigh.
“Sirius,” she whispered “please…”
“Well, since you asked so nicely…”
He sat up and curled his fingers around the waistband of her panties. He pulled them off slowly, locking eyes with Allie the entire time he slid the scrap of lace down her thighs. He discarded the scrap over his shoulder, enjoying the sight of her sprawled out in front of him, baring it all. He positioned his cock at her entrance, but hesitated.
“Are you ready?”
She nodded. He slid in slowly; his eyes nearly rolled back into his head as her tight walls engulfed his shaft. She felt wonderful, magnificent— he started gently, enjoying watching her pleasure visible on her face. She wasn’t the same girl he had fucked in Azkaban— he didn’t fear accidentally hurting her like he had that night. He knew it felt good for her, it was written all over her face—if only she knew how good she felt to him.
She felt so good, too good— if he wasn’t careful, he would lose it before her. Her whimpers grew more urgent; she wrapped her legs around him tightly, burying her face into the crook of his neck to muffle her moans. He felt her pussy clamp down around him, her nails dug into his back as she cried out into his skin.
“Oh thank god—“
He allowed himself to release just after her, thrusting sharply as he emptied every last drop inside her. They remained frozen in place for a moment, panting.
“I love you, Sirius Black,” Allie whispered in his ear “I love you.”

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