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How To Tickle A Doorknob
“You tickle the door’s knob. It’s fulfilling, and gets both the person and the door exactly what they want.” Sirius’ voice was soft and sensual sounding. He winked at me.
Chocolate Is An Aphrodisiac
“Remus,” Sirius said, seriously, “I didn’t know you were that happy to see me… I’m sorry, mate, I don’t swing at that side of the fence…”
The Non-Existent Manhood Of Sirius Black
“Sometimes?!” Sirius exclaimed in disbelief. He then said seriously (no pun intended), “If he doesn’t have a stick jammed up his arse I am quite happy to do it for him. Then he has an excuse!”
The Brightest Star In The Sky
“Sirius…” I whimpered, wrapping my arms around his neck. He enclosed his arms around my back, pulling me into a firm embrace.
The Celibacy Of James Potter
An annoying little voice at the back of my head laughed and said waspishly, ‘Yeah, you keep telling yourself that, Clairy Fairy.’ Sirius was in my head too?! Oh dear Merlin’s left butt-cheek… great. Just great. I’m hearing his voice in my head. I’m now going crazy. Joy.
I have decided that every girl who fancy the pants off Sirius (literally - they chase him around waving muggle forms of contraception), like to flip their hair.
The Pros And Cons Of Lingerie
Dorcas nodded in agreement, "Yeah, defiantly. I’m more of a... Covered in feathers person though, y’know?" She let out a sigh, "Nothing more sensual than a man covered in feathers..."
The Torn White-Nightdress
“I think that’s all we need to see,” I whispered, as the room dissolved around us again. The room was the one at the Potter’s again, and I turned to look at Sirius. He locked eyes with me, stunned. His eyes were filled with tears, and he wiped one hastily.
Sirius’ jaw locked - attack mode - and he advanced on Matthew. I pulled him backwards, and pushed Matthew slightly in the opposite direction. They were both breathing heavily and unevenly, red in the face.
The Definite Overrating Of Snogging In Broom-Cupboards
Stupidity In A Sirius-Shaped Box
A faltering hand lay on my shoulder for a moment, as I stood at the top of the last staircase. I stiffened, hoping it was Sirius. Spinning around, I saw no one. Was it a bloody ghost or what? My eyes widened with panic.
Pregnant, Ugly Blotches
Why are they all out to hurt a pregnant girl’s feelings? What did I ever do to them?!
To Merlin’s Belly-Button Fluff, And Back.
I felt my head hit the bank, as I slipped into the water. I could almost, almost, hear my neck crack. I think it somehow interrupted my fall, causing a massive buzzing in my head and for me to scrape down the lake edge.
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