12 Grimmauld Place : Behind Closed Doors

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They turned away from the black-caped faction outside.
"What do we do now," He couldn't look at her, "about that?"

Run, she thought. Run away. You. Away from me and. No wait. Running got us into this.

We dug up a hole that led us to hell.

Run away, swift.
"In here, quick." He grabbed her wrist and behind old oak doors she found themselves. An old bedroom. Musty, heady with the ages.

The windows gave them perfect view of the garden. Perfect, she stepped close to the darkened glass. They peered at the black cloaked beings surrounding the boy below.

"Might see us." She whispered and promptly frowned at herself; as if they could hear her from inside the house, two stories up.

"Only if they look for us." He returned her whisper and the mustiness got heavier. Even the curtains seemed stiff because of the stale air. She kicked at the cloth snaking by her foot. Dust descended like brief snowfall. "Sorry." She said breathily as she looked around. The dankness seemed to filter the sunlight in its thickness and it filled the room, seemingly with growing compression, accompanied with a curious sound.

"What's that?" He whispered sharply from beside her, still observing the caped beings outside, far below in the unkempt garden.

"How should I know; I don't live here!" She spat back with equal asperity, also eyeing up the party below. The room's must just got heavier.
"Well, look; at least!"
"You look!"
Neither of them bothered looking at the bed trembling or at the beings that caused the trembling until - "Ah. Ah. Ah! Ah! Ah! Ha! Ah! Aah."

They could see their own terror in their eyes from their reflections upon the darkened window. The pair of voices for each of them, one too familiar, one foreign in a way that they've never heard it breathed out in such a manner in reality.

They turned and staggered at the sight, sound and smell of Sirius and Gyn do some dance of salacity, their manic intercourse turning to an orgasmic frenzy, voices, bodies tangled. "AH! AH! AH!"

"AAAAARGH!"
"AAAAARGH!"

"Shut up! Shut up!"
"Don't be ridiculous; don't you see-"
That's it! "Riddikulus!" The couple snogged and changed position. "What?"
"Riddikulus! Oh, help me, dammit!"
Both wands then, "Riddikulus!"
The couple fell off the bed.

"Ha!"

Silence ensued. The must, however, stayed.

"What do we do now," He couldn't look at her, "about that?"
"It's gone. Just a boggart."

"I know what it was!"
"Then you could have helped me the first time around." She made her way around the bed to check.

Silence. Again. She hated that.

"Well?" He asked gingerly

"Well what?" She turned to look at him but found that she really couldn't just as much as he.

"That was you and I going at it."
"It was a boggart-"
"Of us." He snapped, "Going. At it." Faint bitter anger in there as he said it pressingly.

"What do you want?" She regretted asking that immediately.

He looked at her sternly.
For the first time she saw something else.
"I think we already both know that, if I'd ask you the same thing, too." This was something they couldn't just run away from. She wasn't even sure she wanted to.

They forgot about the black-caped faction outside.