A/N: like many authors here on I do not own Harry Potter or the characters from the books. However, I must say, Angie Benson is mine. As this seems adequate enough, it shall last the duration of the story.
Now, I must say that this is not the first story I've written but I can say that I will try my best to finish the story. With that having been said, on with the show!
Chapter 1: Happy Birthday
It has now been twelve years since Angelica Benson first laid eyes on Sirius Black. It has been a great twelve years at that. She and Sirius were very old friends and she could not have hoped for more. Or so she convinced herself to believe.
The soft tapping of wood against glass pulled Angelica from her slumber. The covers she had kicked off the previous night lay in a heap on the floor beside her bed. Her face was buried deep in the groove of her pillow, her arms forming a circle beneath the pillow to block the sunlight from reaching her eyes. As a second layer of defence against the offending brightness, her wavy brown hair was mopped about her face. The only article of clothing on her body was her knickers and they weren't doing much.
The tapping at her window continued. Her widows were wide open and the curtains had been pulled apart. There was no screen covering her windows but the bugs had not made their way into the house. The sunlight was pouring through the windows, leaving a shadow on her bedroom floor of a person hovering on a broomstick.
Angelica slowly turned to the table next to her bed to inspect the time with her eyes still remaining closed, unaware she was giving her window visitor an eyeful. Slowly, lazily, she opened one eye and saw the time clearly displayed: 10:30 A.M.
Completely forgetting about her window visitor, Angelica rolled over completely and sat up. She opened her eyes and almost screamed. She groped about her bed for her covers before she came upon the crumpled mass of fabric on the floor. She swung an arm behind her and reached for her pillow and covered her exposed chest.
Sitting on a broom, grinning widely was Angelica's best friend from childhood and positively the most divine specimen of a man who took residence in her dreams.
"Sirius, what the hell are you doing, waking me up this early in the morning!" Angelica yelled at Sirius, still clutching the pillow to her chest.
"Good morning to you too." Sirius greeted. "Mind if I come in? My arse hurts."
Angelica stared at him for a moment, observing him. His shoulder-length black hair elegantly fell, occasionally into his eyes. His grey eyes sparkled with mirth and amusement as his lips twisted into a smile. No, it was not a smile but a toothy grin. His tee shirt covered his upper body nicely, not too tight, not too loose. He wore cut-off jean shorts that were low rising, revealing the waistband of his boxers.
"Suit yourself." Angelica said as he reached for a tee shirt on the floor.
Sirius landed in the centre of the room and got off his broomstick. Silently, he shuffled to her bed and sat on the nearest corner. He watched his best friend grab the tee shirt and attempt to slip it over her head. Unfortunately for Angelica, as she did so, she lost her grip on the pillow, revealing her breasts to him once more. Working hastily, she slipped her arms through their respective holes. Pulling her hair out from under her tee shirt, she looked up to see Sirius staring at her, grinning even wider… If that was possible.
"Shut up, Black. Don't you dare say it." Angelica warned the man before her fiercely.
"Aw, why so grouchy this morning, Angie?" Sirius asked with mock hurt as he moved to hug her.
"Angie's grumpy because she stayed up way too late last night, writing her bloody potions essay only to find out that she had written it on the wrong subject. Upon seeing that it was four o'clock in the fucking morning, she decided to go to bed. Unfortunately for Angie, it's bloody summer and the temperature just had to be above thirty fucking degrees Celsius. That meant that Angie wasn't able to fall asleep until she removed her bra. To top it all off, her neighbour and best friend from childhood decided to go for an early morning ride on his broom and wake her up five fucking hours after she had just fallen asleep and got more than what she was willing to give him: an early morning peep show." Angie narrated, clearly irate, in the third person. Sirius had pulled her into a hug as she sang her song. "Did I forget something?" she added as an afterthought.
Sirius leaned back from Angie and stared at her, pretending to be thinking. "Hm… I don't think so. Does Angie want to go back to bed?"
Angie shook her head 'No', clearly aware that it would be futile as she would never manage to fall asleep once more in her current awake state.
Sirius smiled mischievously. "Good. Get dressed, we'll go downstairs and eat breakfast after before going out the door to celebrate your birthday."
Birthday? What was Sirius playing at? Her birthday was until July seventeenth…today. In her fit of crankiness, she had managed to forget that she was now sixteen. Angie sighed as Sirius made no move to let go of her.
"Sirius?" Angie murmured tentatively.
"Hm?" Sirius replied.
"I can't get dressed if you're holding me."
"Hm. So you can't." With that, Sirius let go of her. The thoughts that occurred though his mind followed the lines of, 'I just saw my female best friend's tits! She's not wearing a bra right now!'
Angie sat up straight, waiting for Sirius to leave her room. Sirius showed no sign of leaving. Angie stared at him. Sirius did not move, eyes never leaving her chest. Angie traced his line of vision down to her chest and sighed. Sirius' eyes went up and down, never leaving her chest. A devious thought occurred to Angie.
Aware he was not paying attention any of her other body parts, Angie drew her hands toward the hem of her tee shirt. She slowly lifted her tee shirt up, revealing her flat stomach. Slowly, her tee shirt made its way over the bottom of her ribcage.
Seeing Angie's arms enter his field of vision with the hem of her tee shirt between her index finger and thumb, Sirius' eyes lit up. This way too good to be Angie's birthday, it definitely had to be his.
Seeing Sirius' eyes brighten, Angie grinned and let go of her tee shirt, letting it fall once again over her body. The look of shock and outrage that graced Sirius' face was more than a gift. Quickly, she fumbled for a Polaroid camera and clicked a picture.
The flash of Angie's camera blinded him from his thoughts. He had come within an inch of seeing Angie's assets once more but it had passed him by. It still had not occurred to him yet that she had taken a picture of him in his shocked state.
By the time Sirius had realized what had just happened, Angie had long since dashed from the room. She had discarded the camera on her bed and ran off with the picture in her hand.
She had made it half way down the stairs before she heard Sirius begin down the stairs as well. Reaching the bottom of the stairs, Angie turned a hard left and ran down the hallway into kitchen at the end of it, through the swinging door.
Sirius was right behind when she dashed through the swinging door and forgot to place his hands before him. As a result, the door hit him flush in the face, leaving him stunned.
Angie had been standing next to the doorframe, waiting for him to come right through. He had been right behind her. Naturally, it struck her as odd when he had not rushed in after her. She reached out an arm and caught the door. She pulled it back and saw a sight she had not seen since she had been eight years old: Sirius stood there, hands to his face, clutching his nose, blood dripping from the crevices.
The mirth drained from her face as she stared at her best friend. She stuck the picture into the waistband of her knickers, above her buttocks. She proceeded to reach for Sirius's shoulders and led him into the kitchen, seating him at the table. She turned from him and left to dampen a cloth and pull an ice cube from the icebox her parents kept.
She returned from the icebox and sat herself upon his lap. She gently handed him the damp cloth to clean his face and hands. As he did so, he pressed the ice to his broken nose.
When he returned his gaze from his hands, his eyes rested upon Angie's, suddenly being overcome with the Florence Nightingale Syndrome. He gazed into her blue eyes as she continued to numb the pain in his nose.
Angie occupied herself with numbing the pain in Sirius' face and was unaware of his gaze upon her. She did, however, become aware of the fact that she was straddling his lap in nothing but a tee shirt and knickers. She blushed before returning her gaze upon Sirius.
"Hold this. I'm going to get the family wand to fix your nose." Angie instructed him as she gave him the ice cube and rose from his lap. She padded out into the powder room and reached into the cabinet under the sink. Her fingers found what she was looking for and she pulled out the first aid box.
Angie opened the box, pulled out the wand from its hiding place among the cotton balls and gauze. She snapped the box shut, replaced it in its previous location and turned for the door, almost causing a collision with her face and Sirius' chest.
Angie looked up at Sirius and began to shriek.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING! YOU"RE GETTING BLOOD ALL OVER THE TILES AND IT'S GOING TO STAING THE GROUT!"
Angie's sudden outburst caused Sirius to jump three feet into the air.
"Sorry Angie. I just couldn't sit there while you were gone." Sirius apologized genuinely.
Angie sighed. He had a manner about him that could calm her down in less than three-and-a-half seconds. She motioned for him to bend down and muttered a healing charm. Instantly, his nose was no longer broken and bleeding but perfectly fine and repaired. She pointed the wand to the floor and instantly, the blood was no longer there either.
Silently, she replaced the wand into the first aid box. She turned to the doorframe but no longer saw Sirius there. She strolled into the kitchen and saw Sirius standing at the counter, cracking eggs.
"Go get dressed, I'll make you breakfast." Sirius told her. Angie suddenly became beet-red as she realised she was still in her knickers. Sirius smiled at her modesty and watched her turn to leave through the swinging door, suddenly noticing the picture sticking out of her knickers.
Angie walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. A few moments later, she was standing beneath the showerhead, replaying the events of the morning in her mind. Sirius had seen her naked chest, she had taken a picture of his shocked face, and he had chased her into the kitchen and broke his nose on the swinging door, which she had treated. Now he was standing in her kitchen, making her breakfast. What was happening to her?
Angie continued with her shower routine, turning the water off when she was done. She pulled a towel around her body, grabbed her stuff from the counter and strolled out of the bathroom and into her room. She closed the door behind her and quickly got dressed. When she had finished getting dressed, she returned to the bathroom and brushed her teeth.
Downstairs, Sirius continued with breakfast. Sirius wasn't bad with a knife and frying pan. During the period of time Angie had spent getting dressed and whatnot, he had managed to make scrambled eggs, breakfast sausages and hash browns. He knew it was her favourite breakfast.
"Wow! I can't believe you still remember my favourite breakfast. I thought you had forgotten." Angie exclaimed with joy as she strolled into the kitchen.
"Angie, I'm hurt." Sirius said with a pained look upon his face. "I could never forget my best-girl-friend's favourite breakfast!"
Angie bowed her head in apology and hugged him. "Sorry Sirius. You've just been so occupied with the girls you've been juggling that I thought you had forgotten about me."
Sirius pulled her from him and solemnly told her, "I could never forget about you." He pulled a chair from the table and motioned for her to sit.
Angie sat down and he tucked her in before sitting at his own place beside her. He was still hurt that she could contemplate such a thing. Angie saw this and decided to change the subject.
"So, you remembered it's my birthday today. What shall we do?" She asked him.
His eyes lit up as he went through the agenda in his mind. "Well, after breakfast, we're going to go to James' house."
"James' house?" Angie questioned. "Why are we going to James' house? I thought he was in Majorca."
"He just got back today."
"Oh." Angie said as she polished off the remnants of her breakfast. "Thank you, Sirius. It was delicious."
"Anything for you, my dear." He said as he picked up the plates and towed them to the sink. Angie rose to help him with the dishes before being told to sit down and relax since it was her birthday. She watched Sirius wash the dishes the muggle way, noticing how his eyebrows scrunch up whenever he could not get something stuck to the pan off it. After a few moments, they made their way to the fireplace and flooed themselves to the Potter Mansion.
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Angie stepped out of the fireplace a couple minutes after Sirius. She entered the dark living room to find no one there. Confused, she took a couple more steps into the room. The fire behind her returned to its normal orangey colour. Just then…
"SURPRISE!" a chorused yell came out as her friends jumped out from behind the couches. They had managed to scare her bad enough that she almost fell back into the fireplace. Luckily for her, Sirius caught her before she managed to do so.
"Happy birthday, Angie." They chorused.
James, Remus, Lily, Katie, Devin and Julie were there, beaming smiles at her. She was later told that Peter was away in Canada, visiting family but that he sent her the best birthday wishes. They turned and open the curtains to let the sunlight in the beautiful room.
James took it upon himself to be the birthday host, as it was his house. They spent the day in the backyard, playing in the lake. They had chicken fights that ended with four topless girls, clutching their chests. Lily had figured out why she was on Sirius' shoulders and Angie on James'. It seemed that the boys had figured that they would be able to see the girl-of-their-obsession's chest if they did so. Angie, for the second time that day, found herself in the same predicament as when she had awoken.
After they climbed out of the lake (the girls managed to pull the boy's trunks and run away with them into the house) and ran to the mansion (regaining their trunks somewhere along the way). They ate lunch before settling down in the living room once more, curtains drawn to watch a muggle movie: 'Rocky Horror Picture Show'. As they watched the movie, it became apparent that most of them were quite taken aback with it. The only two who were not were Lily and Angie. Angie had seen it before with Lily's family and thus explained why the two had jumped up to do the Time Warp.
The two girls jumped to the left, stepped to the right, put their hands on their hips and brought their knees in tight. It was, however, the pelvic thrust that rendered the boys insane and shocked to the core. If they relayed this information about Lily at school, no one would believe them. It was understandable for Angie but not Lily.
However, the fun did not stop there. Lily and Angie sang along with Frank as he sang Sweet Transvestite. The line "I'm just a sweet transvestite, From Transsexual Transylvania, hah hah" crossed the boys' line. They stared at the girls with fear and anticipation. Silently, Angie and Lily repressed their next urges and viewed the remainder of the film in piece.
"Honestly! I don't know how you two managed to watch that out of free will!" James exclaimed, shocked.
"I know! He was a transvestite!' Sirius exclaimed after him.
"From Transsexual Transylvania." Lily and Angie added in before they burst out laughing once more.
It was then that Mrs. Potter came into the living room and ushered them into the dining room. No one was aware that Mrs. Potter had arrived. She explained that she had entered the house through what was known as "the front door". Dinner was served and then was the cake as everyone gathered around Angie to sing her 'Happy Birthday'. After that, Angie was given gifts.
James gave Angie a book titled The Witch's Companion For Hexing, Cursing and Brewing The Living Daylights Out Of Traitors and Enemies. Everyone proceeded to joke about how Sirius ought to remain on Angie's good side for earlier that year Sirius had let one of Angie's deepest secrets out quite loudly during breakfast. Lily bought Angie a copy of "Rocky Horror Picture Show" and "Young Frankenstein". Remus gave Angie The Aspiring Healer's Guide To Curing Almost Everything. Katie and Julie had taken it upon themselves of finding Angie the largest collection of hair ties, clips, and bobby pins. Devin had given her a gift certificate for Honeydukes. Sirius simply told her that he would give her her gift upon returning home.
They then moved to James' room where they began to exchange stories about previous escapades and events in each others' life. Sirius had brought up how Angie had kissed a frog in hopes of finding Prince Charming when she was five. To counter that, Angie told of a time when Sirius had cried for 'Mummy' during fifth grade. Devin told of a time when James still played with dolls and James told of a time when he'd filled Devin's gym shoes with itching powder. Stories like that were told until Angie had passed out on Sirius, Lily on James, Julie on Remus and Katie on Devin.
"I think we ought to pull a trick on them." Devin said quietly.
"Yeah!" James chimed in.
Sirius and James shook their heads, thinking better of it. "Devin, James, if you haven't forgotten, 'Hell hath no fury like the scorn of a woman.'" Remus stated wisely.
"That and besides, James, don't you remember what you bought Angie for her birthday? I have no intention of carrying you down to the hospital wing or to your mother- depending on when they decide to react- in a matchbox." Sirius quipped up.
"Kill joy." Uttered James. They then decided to wake up the girls and bring them to their respective homes. One by one, the boys stepped through the fireplace except for James. Instead, he placed Lily on his broomstick next to him and flew her home.
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Sirius stepped through the fireplace of Number 11 Grimauld Place. Her parents still weren't home from St. Mungo's and her younger brother was at sleep-away camp. He quietly carried her up the stairs in his arms, bag over his shoulders. He quietly opened the door and laid her gently on the bed. She seemed to sense the change in placement since her eyes fluttered open, as he was about to leave.
"Wait. Where are you going?" She called to him sleepily.
He turned toward her and smiled. "Home."
"You don't have to, do you?" She asked him.
He stood there, shocked. Had she just asked him to stay with her? "Well, no, I don't." He stammered. He was losing his touch, wasn't he?
"Well, could you stay with me?" She asked. She was in the process of removing her shorts.
"Sure." He said as he took off his tee shirt and shorts. He climbed in first, lying on the side closest to the wall. He waited for her to come to bed before throwing the covers over them. Once again, he found himself with a scantily clad Angie only this time she was snuggled into his chest and arms. "Happy Birthday, Angie." He whispered in her hair before he fell asleep.
The next morning was just as strange as the previous morning. Mr. Benson had come to check up on Angie and had found her in Sirius' arms, both without shirts. Needless to say, Mrs. Benson had to calm Mr. Benson down before he went to work.
That left Angie and Sirius blushing madly when they woke up in each other's arms.
Now, Angie found herself alone in the girls' dormitories. Everyone else had gone to dinner while Angie thought of that day. Sure, it began awkward and it ended awkward but the middle was great. In retrospect, Angie could honestly say that that had truly been one of the best days of her life.
One thought continued to cloud her mind though: how did she feel about Sirius Black?
A/N: I need an editor. I do believe I've made various mistakes in the chapter. No need to tell me. I was just so eager to post my story. Anyway, please do review. I tend to feel much more motivated to continue after I read the words of someone telling me what they think of my previous words. So, clickez la bouton!