(Okay so to the select few of you who read this chapter already when it was accidentally posted... I'm sorry you might want to go back and read the third one. So here's the fourth chapter hop you enjoy it!)
Chapter 4 ~ Teenage Stupidity
Rule #4. You must never let a boy take off the Pants (although, you may take them off, yourself, in his presence).
~ The Sisterhood of th Traveling Pants
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The fact that Bella Haze had 'snatched' Sirius Black seemed to inspire an insulting amount of surprise in my fellow Hogwarts students. I found myself the subject of an appalling amount of gossip after Sirius was seen taking my hand in the corridors a week after our first kiss.
"Bee!" Alice, Mary and Lily rushed up to me in the common room the morning after Sirius had squeezed my hand in the halls and gave me a casual peck on the cheek.
I could tell they were distressed by the looks on their faces.
"S'wrong?" I asked, frantically. My imagination flashed to several awful things that might inspire my friends to get upset like this.
"Well," Alice's voice shot up a few octives, "Pippa Fawcett was- well is- kind of- sort of" she squinted her eyes closed and her words became rushed, "spreading a rumor that you're going out with Sirius."
I laughed, musically.
Relieved that nothing was actually wrong. And then, as Alice opened an eye to measure my expression and Mary and Lily adopted looks of shock, I remembered I hadn't told them yet.
The morning after the kiss I had been confused. I didn't know where I stood with Sirius, so I hadn't told them. I'd kept it to myself. And after I'd finally talked to Sirius, I put it off. Afraid what my friends would say. How they'd react.
"Well," I tried to think of something to say, an excuse to give. Could I say it was a prank? A stupid joke we were playing on James?
Before I could answer with this, Mary read my hesitation like one of Lily's books. She gasped, dramatically, "Oh my gosh! You are!"
I didn't answer.
What could I say?
And then they did the most amazing thing. They screeched with joy and began jumping up and down around me happily.
My friends were ecstatic for me.
I'd worried myself over absolutley nothing on that front.
James was my only worry now.
How would my cousin react?
It became clear when I met Sirius at the door for Transfiguration class that day. He pulled me into a mind blowing kiss, right in front of James.
"Oi," he interrupted us, he had a half eaten apple in his hand as he said, "Ruin my appetite, why don't you? I don't mind you snogging but I'd prefer you didn't do it in front of me."
"You don't have to watch." I replied cheekily and I gave Sirius one last kiss before I went ahead of them into Professor McGonagall's classroom.
I was happy that my cousin, at least, seemed fairly alright with the idea. Not that it would have mattered much if he didn't. I didn't answer to anyone, especially not James of all people. But it did save me some time.
To everyone's great surprise it lasted longer than any of Sirius's other 'relationships'. More than a week long fling.
Sirius willingly refered to me as his girlfriend(without any prompting on my part, I won't hesitate to add)- something he'd definitely shyed away from with any of his past girls.
And they noticed.
I recieved alot of glares from his exes and those -normally- giggling girls in his fan club, as Lily, Alice and Mary laughed at the absurdness of it all.
The Marauders (to Lily's horror) began to hang around us even more often. They ate meals with us and walked to classes with us. James asking Lily out at any and every opening he got was driving her mad.
But as we moved closer to November, James had Quidditch on his mind and he abandoned his attempts at winning Lily's heart- for the time being at least- and focused on the up coming match, Gryffindor vs. Slytherin.
I -being a fellow Gryffindor chaser- had less time on my hands as well. It was practice, practice, practice and more practice. But Sirius was a beater so it didn't take any time away from us.
We'd zoom around the pitch, finding little ways to flirt as we practiced, driving the rest of the team mad as we did. He'd keep a bludger from hitting me and I'd reward him with a kiss. I'd fly circles around him and then he'd chastise me playfully for being a distraction when a bludger almost hit James's head.
Remus and Peter often came to them, as did Mary. And, as usual, a flock of Sirius's little fan club girls showed as well. They glared, viciously, at me as Sirius and I showed affection. And giggled uncontrollably when Sirius got sweaty and pulled his shirt off. Revealing his chisled Quidditch muscles, perfectly toned and defined, glistening as he flew around the pitch.
It annoyed me more than usual.
Didn't it matter to them that Sirius had a girlfriend now? That he was taken. Or did they see this as a phase he was going through? An experiment with monogamy? Something he'd be getting over soon, like a flu virius.
"Don't any of them have lives?" I muttered disgruntley, as Alice and I did a few laps around the pitch for warm up.
" 'Fraid not." Alice grimaced, "They live and breathe Sirius Black. Even more annoying now though."
"Tell me about it."
None of us had even the slightest clue where Lily was off to while the rest of us were down at the pitch. We assumed she was researching something in the library or already studying for O.W.L.s.
As the match drew nearer the hissing and spitting in the corridors grew considerably between the rival houses. Gryffindors and Slytherins got even more hostile towards each other, if possible.
Our captian, Erika Bell, a seventh year was constantly owling her big brother- last year's captain- about strategy and good moves to use and practice. Tensions were extremely high.
And then.... it came.
The big game. The day arrived before I was inwardly ready for it.
I was nervous, no doubt about that. James, Alice, Sirius and I headed down to the pitch. The team changed in silence, none of us felt like speaking. Erika's motivation speech was very short. We knew what we were doing. We'd gone over our strategy countless times and each one of us knew the strategy.
We stepped out of the changing room, onto the field. The cheers were defeaning. Gryffindor's section was the loudest. I inhaled deeply and gave Alice a meaningful look I hoped she took to mean, Catch the snitch fast.
She grinned at me.
We watched the captains shook hands and waited for Madam Hooch's whistle, kicked off and the game began.
James snatched the Quaffle fairly quickly, out from under the Slytherins' noses. He passed it to me and I dodged a bludger, Mulciber had hit my way and raced down the pitch, as Sirius went to hit one at the bloke who'd just tried to impale his girlfriend. Cheers of the Gryffindor supporters roared in my ears.
I neared the goalposts and the Slytherins began to close in on me. I passed quickly to Frank Longbottom. He didn't get very far before a bludger came zooming his way and he had to pass quickly to James. Sirius came to his aid quickly and knocked the bludger towards his brother, the new Slytherin seeker. James did a complicated flipping thing on his broom and threw the quaffle straight into the center goalpost.
The crowd roared with cheers (and boos from the Slytherins).
"Yes!" I pumped a fist through the air triumphantly.
Half an hour later we were three goals ahead and James had possesion of the quaffle. He zoomed around the Slytherin Beaters. Taunting them a few times before he yelled, "Oi, Frank!" The Slytherin Beaters went at Frank- who was obviously in on the fake out- as James sped down the field circling Sirius's little brother to make him dizzy.
"JAMES! Stop showing off and pass the damn ball!" I yelled, irritatedly at him.
"Keep your hair on, Airy!" he bellowed back, "I'm gettin' there!" And then he threw the quaffle at me.
But Avery, one of Slytherin's Chasers, intercepted it and sped down to the opposite end of the pitch.
"Oh no you don't." I muttered. And, with fire burning in my eyes. I sped down the pitch after him. I zoomed around the Beaters that sent bludgers at me- which Sirius promptly hit back their way- as I gained on Avery.
Slytherins roared as he got closer but my Nimbus 1000 was far too fast for his Shooting Star. I caught up and swooped down, stealing the Quaffle and doing a quick u-turn back up the pitch towards the Slytherin goalposts, much to the delight of the Gryffindor fans. They roared encouragingly as Sirius kept yet another bludger from hitting me and I soared through the left goalpost.
And just when they'd finished cheering, Alice shot past me, a blur.
That's when I saw the glint of gold zooming under the Slytherin Keeper, near the right goalpost. And then it was gone.
Closed in the small white hand of Alice Binning.
She beamed at me for a moment. Then, after the momentary shock wore off, I flew at her and tackled my best friend in a mid-air hug. the rest of the team followed suit and the Gryffindors roared like the lion hearts we are.
I was euphoric as we headed back up to the castle, on the shoulders of the joyful Gryffindor crowd.
Sirius, James,Peter and an appriehensive looking Remus had somehow gotten a ton of butterbeer and sweets gallore and a party began in the common room. Everyones spirits were high, even Lily's. She usually didn't condone the worship of Quidditch or parties for that matter, but today she partied happily with us.
We partied for hours. I looked out the window quite a while later and saw that it was dark outside. I walked over to the window and sat in the chair next to it. Staring. I didn't really know why.
My head felt fuzzy as I sipped at my butterbeer. I was exhausted and my post-game high was wearing down now. I was getting tired. My eyelids were becoming heavy. Sleep threatened to claim me. And soon.
"Hey," a soft voice whispered directly into my ear, sending a shiver down my spine.
"Hey." I replied hazily.
"So I was thinking," Sirius murmured,"You wanna go somewhere a little more... private."
I grinned at him mischieviously.
His answering crooked grin was brilliant. Beautiful. Breath-taking.
I nodded. Unable to speak.
He laughed softly and grabbed my hand, pulling me through the crowded common room. He pulled me up the steps to the boys dorm and started rummaging through James's things again.
As he pulled the invisibility cloak from James's trunk he grinned at me, "He won't mind."
We walked very quietly down the corridor, hand in hand. He was leading me. Where I didn't know, so I asked. "Sirius, where are you taking me?"
He chuckled. "You'll see."
I sighed loudly, which made him laugh once again. Music to my ears. I loved making him laugh.
When we reached the blank space of wall in seventh floor corridor he stopped. He paced three times in front of me and -just as I was about to laugh and ask him what on earth he was doing- a door appeared.
My jaw dropped.
I was positive that that door had not existed a moment ago. Definitely not. I couldn't possibly have imagined it.
He grinned at my astonishment and pulled me forward.
Behind the door was the most romantic room I'd ever seen. Candles floated around the room, rose petals were scattered everywhere, a fire crackled in front of a cozy looking love seat and a bed waited at the other end of the room.
I gasped. Unable to catch my breath. "Sirius," I ask, breathlessly,"What is this place?"
He chuckled, "Room of Requirement." he told me, "Prongs, Moony and I found it at the beginning of the year when we needed to hide a load of dungbombs from Filch." He told me, "After we made the map of course." He rolled his eyes, obviously annoyed that there was a secret of Hogwarts that was not revealed on their infamous map.
"The Room of-?"
"Requirement." he laughed softly,"It appears when you need something and it becomes what you need."
I grinned, "And we needed the rose petals and candles and all of this, why?" I asked teasingly.
My outside was cool, seemingly calm but my insides were frantic. My pulse pounded painfully, heart throbbing, as my stomach did a gymnastic routine in my abdomen. I was a mess inside.
He pulled me to him and his face was serious, his eyes unusually soft, "Well," he started, "I wanted to tell you something." He told me.
"Alright... ?" I waited for him to go on but he didn't. The silence stretched. And I became more and more nervous each minute. "Sirius?" I prompted after a long silence. I coaxed his chin up with my middle and index finger so that he had to look at me.
"I ..um...I wanted to tell you that-" He kissed me.
It was warm and fierce. Bewildering, unsettling yet, strangely comforting. My mind was spinning, unable to figure out what had gotten into my boyfriend.
I pulled away breathing jaggedly and he whispered, words I'd never thought I'd hear from him. Sirius Black, Mr. Non- Commitment, Playboy Extreme. But he did. His breath tickled my face as he said, "I love you, Bella."
And then I was kissing him again. A different kind of kiss. Deep, mature, exultant, and more bliss-filled than any of the others combined. It was the best kiss I'd ever gotten. And he didn't stop there.
He pulled me- lips still on mine- to the bed and fell back so that I was lying on top of him. After kissing contently like this for an immeasurable amount of time before he flipped us so that he was on top of me. He held himself very carefully, so that I felt none of his weight but every curve of his body pressed to mine.
Before I knew it he'd slid down and began to slowly remove my shirt, planting lavish kisses over my stomach as he went. Working his way back up to my neck, my jaw and then mouth again.
My skin was hot, flushed. I felt delirious, feverish, dizzy. And I loved it.
My mind was reeling. Did I want this? Could I do this? How far exactly was he planning to go? How far was I willing to go? The logical part of me was screaming directions, yelling furiously for me to get a handle on the situation before it got out of hand.
But my will was crumbling with each kiss. At each caress I melted.
I loved him. He loved me. So was this so wrong? Was I losing my mind? Was I losing myself? What was I doing?
I knew, that, had I been told a couple months ago that by November first I'd be doing this, I'd have never in a million centuries believed it. I knew that I would have never let any guy get this far, much less Sirius Black!
My thoughts were getting in the way. They were making everything complicated. I didn't want this to be complicated. So I decided to reel them in and stop permitting them to roam anymore as I got lost in the very expierience that was Sirius Black. I let myself feel and smothered the thoughts that plagued me like locusts.
I only allowed one thought before I gave up thinking entirely, So this is heaven.
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