Detached
A/n: Warning this story is rated M for strong sexual contact. Please do not read it if you are offended by this. Thank you.
Summary: Elise Harper was half of Hogwarts' biggest power couple, but what happens when Sirius Black is better at satisfying her urges than her "other half"?
Chapter One: I've got no strings to hold me down
"Argh! Why are guys so frustrating? They say we, women, are confusing, but no. They are ten times more ridiculous than any women ever thought about being." Elise Harper was on a rampage before the portrait door even finished shutting.
Every eye in the Gryffindor Common room turned to meet her. She ignored all the gawking first years, and headed to the sympathetic eyes of her best friend. Charlotte Durand moved over on the small couch she had claimed, making room for Elise to plop down.
"The same thing we were talking about before?" Charlotte reached behind her and grabbed a chocolate frog off the end table. She offered it to her friend.
Elise greedily accepted it, "Yes, and I don't know how much longer I can withstand."
Charlotte gave a frustrated huff and hugged her best friend, "Don't worry. He'll come around. He has too! He is a human boy."
Elise snorted, pushing her long brown hair behind her ear and out of her face, "For such a 'human boy', he sure acts like a 'human girl'."
"What's the matter, Harper? The Slytherin King not giving it to you regularly?" James Potter's voice carried over the back of the couch before the four annoying boys even came into sight. They found themselves seats all around the two girls without even being invited.
Elise ignored them, "Why do you have to hang out with them?"
Charlotte giggled, grabbing some more candy off the table and stuffing it in her mouth, "Because they make me laugh."
"We are quite charming," Sirius Black chimed in squeezing his big butt right in the middle of the two girls.
"And fetching," Remus added sitting on the left side of Elise.
"And good-looking," Peter Pettigrew looked at the couch trying to decide where to sit.
"Don't even think about it," Elise shooed him away with her foot. This night could not have turned out any worse than if Merlin himself was holding some horrid grudge against Elise.
"So," James grabbed a chocolate frog off the table with his foot, "What has Tristan," He said the name in a girly voice, "done now? Hex some poor first year? Plan an attack on the Ministry? No, wait, those things would just turn you on, not make you mad."
Elise glared at the four-eyed freak eating a chocolate frog with his foot. This is exactly why she didn't socialize with the people in her own house. They just didn't understand. At least, no one but Charlotte understood. Elise pushed Sirius's head down to his crotch so she could get a better look at her best friend. She ignored his protested. "Char…what am I going to do?"
The curly haired French girl gave her another sympathetic smile, "You know my suggestion, and you aren't going to like it." She was right. Elise knew exactly what Charlotte was going to say, and she would most definitely not like it. Besides, she couldn't just leave Tristan for such a shallow reason. There were some other feelings involved there. Elise bit her bottom lip.
"So," Remus put his arm around her, "Is anyone else excited that it's Friday? Because I'm pretty sure I couldn't take one more History of Magic class this week." Everyone nodded in agreement.
A sly grin slipped on the lips of Sirius Black as he took to his feet, "Well, since it is Friday," He paused glancing around the common room, "and we are basically the only ones awake,"
Everyone else looked around, noticing only a few couples cuddling in the corners, "and the professors are already passed out by now," He was slowly inching towards the bookcase next to the roaring fireplace.
Without saying another word he reached behind him and pulled out a book. Elise had to squint to make out the words 'Herbology: The practical uses of puffle-pods'. Sirius opened the cover of the book to reveal a hidden compartment. Inside was a bottle. "Let us, help our dear friend, drowned her sorrows."
Charlotte's eyes widened at the sight of the bottle of Fire Whiskey. At least, that's what Elise assumed it was. She watched as James pulled the coffee table over and transfigured several chess pieces into tiny shot glasses.
Charlotte glanced at Elise nervously. They were most definitely not supposed to drink at school, but to Charlotte's surprise Elise accepted the small glass full of liquor from Sirius with a nod of her head. Charlotte nervously took hers from the hands of Remus.
"Don't worry," He gave the blonde haired girl a small wink, "I won't let you get in trouble."
Once everyone had a shot, they all held them up in a circle. "And all Gryffindors' say," James started. "Bottoms up," The rest of the guys quoted as they each took their shot.
An hour passed by and the bottle had already empty itself once then somehow magically refilled itself again. The common room was now completely empty save for the six original drinkers, but Elise knew, even in her drunken state, that if they didn't keep it down they wouldn't be alone for long.
"And then….and then," James practically yelled over all the laughter. They had been telling stories from their past. Elise hadn't known these guys held such character.
"Then Severus's underwear popped up on the outside of his britches." The guys snickered holding their stomach.
"He talked to Lily for a full fifteen minutes before even realizing it." James's face suddenly fell as he turned to look at Remus, "Lily…"
"Oh great," Sirius huffed, moving away from his best friend.
"Remus, why can't I have Lily? She's so pretty." It was clear to Elise that James had just reached his limit. His bottom lip began to quiver, and Elise almost felt bad for the prick.
"Alright," Remus stood up. He had been very conservative with his drink only drink about as much as Charlotte, who had gone unusually quite since she took the first shot, "Peter, grab his other arm. We need to get him to bed." Peter did as he told, like always and James's head collapsed on his shoulder.
"I just wanna love 'er." The two boys struggled to help the drunkard up the steps to the boy's dorm.
Charlotte stood up suddenly, staring up after the boys. She turned to Elise and Sirius. "Bed" was the only word she uttered before walking slowly to the girl's stairs. The two Gryffindors left turned to each other before both reaching for the bottle.
"Now, now, Elisa," Sirius deliberately said her name wrong, "You have had entirely too much. You don't want to do anything you'll regret later." He grabbed the bottle from the table before she could reach it, but he failed to grab the glasses.
"Ha!" Elise grabbed all six off the table, "Now you can't drink either." Sirius glared at her before taking a swig straight from the bottle.
"Damn," Elise cursed at her stupidity.
Sirius laughed and handed her the bottle anyways before sitting back on the small red and gold couch. Elise swallowed hard and looked around the room. They were completely alone now, and she had to admit it heightened her sense a little. She took a small sip from the bottle before sitting next to Sirius, Indian style with the bottle between her legs.
"So," Sirius turned to her. His eyes were glazed over from the alcohol, and the soft glow of the fire reflected in their dark orbs. "What is really going on between you and Tristan?"
Elise opened her mouth to speak, but closed it again when the words failed to come out. Tristan Dobell was from a very well to do family, but so was Elise. In fact, their families had been friends for quite a long time. That's how she had gotten to know Tristan, and when they fell in love, everyone was thrilled.
Elise gave Sirius a small smile and turned her head away from him. But lately, Tristan didn't seem to be fully committed to their relationship. Elise knew he wasn't cheating on her or anything of that sort. It was just as if he had other things on his mind, and Elise, being a young teenage girl, just wanted to have some fun.
Sirius reached over Elise's leg for the bottle that was nestled between them. When he did, his hand lightly grazed her thigh. Elise wasn't sure why, but her eyes slid shut at the touch. When she opened them she was captured by the way Sirius wrapped his soft lips around the bottle he drank the last few sips. He sat the bottle on the coffee table and they both watched as it magically refilled itself for the second time.
"Brilliant," Elise whispered, glancing nervously at Sirius out of the corner of her eyes. Those same dark orbs were staring directly at her. Her breath hitched in her throat. She knew if she turned fully something was going to happen. She didn't know if it was the alcohol taking over or her unsatisfied teenage hormones, but she slowly twisted her body to face the boy next to her.
It was one of those time-moves-unusually-slow moments as their heads came closer to each other. Elise had time to lick her lips three or four times before they were finally captured by Black's. The pressure that had been filling up around them released like a volcano as Elise felt her body ooze like lava.
Slowly they began to move together, sucking and tugging. The kiss started out simple but escalated quickly as Elise's began to realize the urgency she was feeling. She reached to entangle her hand in his curly black hair as his hands wound their way around her waist. Their bodies meshed as their lips crushed each other.
Sirius's hands finally made their way to her face, and he held her head as to almost slow things down. He then slowly slipped his tongue past her lips to softly caress her own. He tasted like the liquor, but Elise knew she was getting drunk off his musky sent. Her tongue began dancing with his as her hands used his body to pull herself closer to him. They fell backwards to a horizontal position on the couch.
Elise whimpered as Sirius's lips left hers on a trail down her neck, biting and sucking on her flesh. His hands were sliding up and down her back in a slow motion, each time they would get a little closer to the top of her grey skirt. Elise had never felt such passion, such belonging. Her head was spinning and she couldn't take much more.
She turned the tables on him by slipping a leg on either side of his body and grinding into him. She liked the grunt that escaped Sirius's lips so she did it again and again until finally neither one could take anymore. Elise put one leg on the ground and lifted herself so she could slide her wet knickers down her legs. Sirius's eyes were now glazed over with so much more than just alcohol.
Without warning, he grabbed a hold of Elise's hips and pushed her down on the couch. Their lips entangled again as Elise suddenly felt Sirius's bare legs against her own. She wasn't even sure how he had removed his pants that fast, but they were gone and Elise was left to realize what was really happening here.
"We can stop," Sirius whispered, obviously sensing her withdrawal. His hot breath against her face fogged her mind again. She knew she should have nodded. She could no longer claim that the alcohol was controlling her mind.
Elise understood exactly what she was doing. She also understood that for the first time in her life there was something she really wanted, and it was within her grasp. She would just have to deal the repercussions later. Sirius started to move away from her but she grabbed a hold of his muscular arms.
"No" was all she needed to say as Sirius slowly slid between her legs. Elise clenched her eyes shut as the sharp pain started to subside and she became use to being so full. Sirius slowly pulled himself away from her, but quickly returned.
Elise's eyes rolled behind her head as the pleasure began building up. She could no longer control the sounds escaping her lips as Sirius pushed her harder and beyond her normal limits.
She didn't even realize how loud she was getting until Sirius's hand slipped over her lips to muffle her screams. The pressure built again and Elise felt the waves of pleasure crash over her in one motion. She knew it was a good thing Sirius's hand stayed firmly in place as she felt herself moan from the intensity of it all. Sirius slowed things down as Elise's pleasure subsided allowing her some release from the passion.
When she was able to look him in the eyes again, he started up this time concentrating a bit more on himself. Elise felt him tighten as his toes began to curl and she knew the warmth feeling between her legs was more than just herself now.
Sirius finally collapsed on top of her. The remaining clothes they wore stuck to their bodies as they gasped for air. Elise had never felt something so intense.
"Thanks." It was the only thing she could think to say as her eyes slid shut.
xXx
The next morning Elise awoke to the sounds of first years scrambling out the portrait door. One of them pouted about being late for breakfast. Her eyes flew open as she realized she wasn't in her rightful bed. What the bloody hell had happened last night? She could not have been that drunk.
"Sirius," She gasped sitting up. Surely he was lying around her half naked. Oh Merlin, there was no telling how many people had walked by and saw them already. No telling…how many professors.
Elise swallowed hard as she realized she was covered with a red and gold blanket. Sirius was nowhere to be found. She let out the tight breath she had been holding. So no one knew. Well, unless Sirius opened his big trap.
Worry reentered her mind. He was probably telling the entire Gryffindor breakfast table that very second. It would slowly make its way across the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables until it fell right into Tristan's lap. She bit her bottom lip.
She would deny it. It never happened. It was her word against his, and she was willing to go to the grave a full blood liar if that meant she could keep her dignity.
She just had to get down there before no one believed her. She scrambled around making sure all her clothes were secure and everything was well hidden when she realized her tiny red knickers were missing.
"Sirius," She hissed. He probably took them as proof. Oh well, it wasn't like she wrote her name in them. She could deny that too.
Oh Merlin, he was probably showing the entire Great Hall her knickers.
She flew out of the common room and down the stairs, one thing on her mind.
It wasn't until she busted through the Great Hall doors that she realized she had ran the entire way. She gasped for air at the entrance.
"Elise!" She heard Sirius's voice from across the room. They were all sitting in their usual spot at the Gryffindor table. He was motioning her over there.
She glanced nervously at the Slytherin table. Tristan was nowhere to be found. She couldn't go sit with him instead.
With a sigh, she walked to her death.
"Good Morning," Sirius beamed moving over so she could have the chair across from Charlotte.
She sat nervously as if it was a trap. No one said anything as she reached for a piece of dry toast and some eggs. She relaxed a little as everyone continued to eat their breakfast. She reached for her orange juice.
"So," Remus Lupin, who was sitting next to Charlotte, began, "Sirius was just telling us the events of last night after we went to bed."
Elise spat her juice back into the cup, her blood rushing to her face.
James laughed, "I can't believe you threw up all over the common room, and Sirius had to clean you up." Elise's head snapped toward Sirius, who was eating his eggs quietly.
What was his game exactly?
"Don't deny it," James pointed at her, "We saw the throw up stains on his robes."
In the back of her mind, Elise suddenly feared she might have thrown up on Sirius after they had... her thoughts trailed off.
"I guess some people can't handle their liquor," James bragged.
Elise didn't take her questioning eyes off of Sirius, but spoke to James, "Says the boy who cried over Lily Evans all night."
At the mentioned of her name, Lily Evans, a few spaces away from them, glanced at the group.
James gave her a nervous smile and a small wave, "Shut up, Harper."
It was clear there would be no more mentioning of drunkenness, and Elise couldn't have been more relieved.
Slowly everyone began filtering out of the Great Hall.
James had Quidditch practice, and Peter had to go watch. Remus had a paper to write, and for some reason Charlotte need to help the perfect student.
Once again she sat entirely alone with Sirius Black. She glanced at him. He was still eating his breakfast like they didn't just shag each other's brains out last night.
In an odd sort of way, it frustrated her.
Sure, she hadn't completely had time to digest the fact that she had just seriously cheated on Tristan, but something about this didn't really feel like cheating. She glanced at the Slytherin table, he still wasn't there, but that wasn't unusual for a Saturday morning.
He always skipped breakfast and slept in then he would meet up with Elise later in the day.
Elise turned back to Sirius, "Why didn't you say anything?"
Sirius, still stuffing his face, glanced at her out of the corner of his eyes, "What was I going to say?" He stuffed a whole sausage in his mouth and continued to speak, "I had drunken sex with Elise last night and it was amazing. Oh btw, Good Morning."
Elise couldn't help herself. Her girly ways made her blush at the mention of the sex being amazing. She quickly pushed her thoughts aside. This was Sirius Black she had just shagged.
She and Tristan hadn't even officially had sex yet.
Of course, that was part of the whole problem with Tristan. Elise frowned at the thought of him. While Tristan was amazing and every other department, the physical side had always been lacking, even from the beginning. Elise thought she could just over look it or it would happen later in their relationship, but she was already beginning to lose patients.
"So, it was just sex," She whispered, "No strings attached."
"You are as free as Pinocchio, love." He stood up to leave, grabbing his juice and downing the last bit.
As he walked by her, he leaned down close to her ear. "But I'm keeping the knickers." His warm breath on her face sent chills down her spine, and Elise couldn't even find it in herself to argue as he walked away from her. She gawked after him like a gold fish until he was out of sight.
"Tristan's looking for you." She jumped at the sound of a small voice behind her. It was a Slytherin first year boy. Elise nodded and got up to go to their favorite spot. Her mind was still reeling
Beneath the oak tree out by the lake, Tristan stood skipping rocks across the top of the water. Elise smiled as he got excited when one of the rocks skipped several yards.
He was a very handsome boy. Much taller than Sirius, not that she would ever compare them. Partly because she was afraid Sirius would win.
While Sirius held such a dark sexy, Tristan was the exact opposite. He had a classic handsome with a strong jaw line and light brown hair that was always cut neatly out of his face.
While normally, always dressed in his Slytherin robes, today he wore some jeans and plaid green button up shirt with a green t-shirt underneath it.
Elise blushed as she realized she hadn't changed clothes from the night before, much less showered. She probably still smelt of sex and the Gryffindor common room couch. Elise walked up behind the boy and snaked her arms around his waist.
"Louise, I told you we couldn't do this in public…what if Elise saw," He grabbed her hand and spun her around in front of him, "Oh Elise, it's you." He laughed, clearly knowing it was her from the beginning.
She smiled up at him as he reached down to give her a peck on the lips. He grabbed her hand and led her to their tree where they would sit on the roots that poked up from the earth.
"Love," Tristan took her hand, "You know I always think you're beautiful, but you look rather…different today."
Elise sighed.
She knew wasn't up to her usual standards. She hardly ever went a day without showering much less wear the same clothes she had worn all day before and even slept in.
"Well, me and a few fellow Gryffindors got a bit tipsy last night. That's all." She could feel his disappointment. It hurt her a little.
He nodded, but didn't say anything. Elise knew he thought she was better than that. She knew that he hated for her to act like she wasn't from a proper family. Not that he was controlling about it, or that he would ever tell on her. He would just pout for a while until he forgot it.
"So, did you want to start on our potions project tonight?" Elise changed the subject. Tristan shrugged.
"I'm sorry," Elise whispered, earning her a small smile from the boy next to her.
"It's ok. Let's start the potions project tomorrow. I have some other stuff I need to get done tonight." She winced at him being so vague. It wasn't because he was mad about the drinking. He had been being vague ever since school year had begun. He was always sneaking off here, pretending he was busy there, and never fully telling Elise what was bothering him. Never the less, Elise nodded her head.
"Now why don't you go get ready, and meet me in front of the Great Hall for dinner?" Tristan squeezed his arm around her shoulders.
xXx
Elise spent almost a full hour under the hot water of the shower. She let it run down her silky body as if she was washing away memories. Well, the memories that the alcohol hadn't erased. When she closed her eyes, she could still feel Sirius's hot fire whiskey breath on her face.
If she never smelled fire whiskey again, it wouldn't be the end of the world.
She was pushing away the thought that she had actually cheated on Tristan. What had she been thinking?
She couldn't really blame it on the fire whiskey. She knew that if the tables were turned and Tristan had been the one to have the drunken rendezvous with a girl, she would not be accepting the fact that he was drunk as an excuse.
Elise shuddered with guilt as she remembered the one time that another girl had flirt with Tristan. He had confessed a second after it had happened. Elise knew she was complaining about his lack of interest in her sexually before, but did that really matter so much? Was sexual attraction really necessary to have a complete relationship? Especially when she already had a guy who would give her the world on a silver platter if he could.
After the never ending shower, Elise got dressed in her usual Gryffindor attire. She knew Tristan loved it when she dressed less like a muggle and more like a witch. Not that he was completely anti-muggle; it was just his personal preference, and Elise liked to look good for her boyfriend.
She applied the normal amount of make-up. It wasn't a whole lot, buSt enough to enhance her features. When she was finally much more presentable then she was that morning, she headed down to meet Tristan
As she walked down the many sets of staircases, she was determined. She was determined to put the thought of Sirius Black out of her mind now and forever. Even if that meant ignoring everyone in her own house until graduation.
"Elise!"
She growled at the sound of the exact boy's voice she was trying to ignore. He was a few steps behind her so she quickened her pace. Maybe she could just pretend she didn't hear him.
"Elise Harper! I know you hear me."
She dodged her way around a set of students taking their sweet little time getting downstairs for supper.
When she bumped into one of them she mumbled a quick 'I'm really hungry' along with an apology, but she silently hexed that young boy in her mind as he was probably the reason Sirius Black was able to reach out and grab her wrist. He pulled her close to him with one motion. She swallowed hard and turned her face cold as a stone.
"Hello," Sirius said smoothly, with a small smile on his face.
"Hi," Elise growled pulling her hand away from him roughly. He was not making her plan to ignore him easy.
"Want me to save you a seat between me and Char? I hear we are having pot roast tonight. My favorite!"
Elise shook her head, "No, I'm sitting with Tristan."
"Oh yeah," Sirius tapped his chin, "I forgot about him."
"Of course you did."
Sirius shrugged, "He's not my problem to remember."
"He's not a problem at all," Elise corrected, moving slightly to the left as more students tried to pass them on the stairs. They were almost blocking the entire path.
Sirius smirked, "You're right. I'm suppose I am the problem."
Elise wrinkled her eyebrows together. "What's that suppose to mean?" She had some type of idea, but she did not want him to say it. She probably shouldn't have asked.
"I am the unexpected dividing factor in your equation of love."
Elise snorted, "You are not a factor at all."
Sirius mockingly gasped and put a hand over his heart, "You would say that to me," His voice got louder as he spoke, "After we had…"
Elise shoved him roughly before he could finish, "I thought you weren't going to mention that anymore."
"I never said that. I said we weren't attached because of it, but I am bounded to talk about my first time, love."
Elise froze at Sirius's words. "You're lying," She hissed.
Sirius smirked, "Maybe. Maybe not."
Elise gave him a glare. How dare him! How dare he stand their mocking her with his fake intimacy. Before another word could be said between them, Elise fled the scene.
If she wasn't determined before to ignore him, she sure as bloody hell was now. She pushed the Great Hall doors open and headed to her spot directly next to Tristan.
xXx
"Baby, as much as I love seeing you embrace your inner Slytherin and glaring daggers at you're Gryffindor friends, you haven't touched your food." Tristan pulled his hand from hers, "And you are making my hand go numb with your death grip."
Elise blushed, finally looking away from the four marauders and her best friend. She couldn't get what Sirius had said to her out of her mind. He had to have been just joking. After all, his whole life revolved around joking and pranking.
It was just a ploy to keep her mind on him. She cursed at the fact that his plan was working. She hadn't been able to stop glancing at her so called friends all night. His words were still ringing in her ears. Surely, he wouldn't have said it like that if it were true.
"My first time," she heard him say as clear as day in her head. She shivered at the thought. Part of her found it unbelievable and repulsive.
After all, why would he have chosen to have drunken sex with her for his first time? But a small, tiny, tiny, part of her found it exciting.
She was almost certain it would have been a pretty amazing first time. She would not have been disappointed if it had been her first time. She frowned remembering her first time. It had been long before Tristan. When they were in fifth year, Elise was dating Edward Tilling, an older Slytherin. What could she say? She had a thing for guys in green.
Anyways, they had dated on and off for almost the whole year and over the summer at his parent's house when they were bored, they found ways to entertain themselves. It wasn't love. It was sex. Cold hard sex, but it had been fun. Of course, it hadn't felt the same as last night.
This was a load of bollocks. Sirius was a load of bollocks, and Elise would not be wasting any more of her time.
"Come on, baby," she leaned over and whispered in Tristan's ear, "Let's go for a walk by the lake." Tristan nodded allowing Elise to pull him to her feet. They left without so much as a goodbye to the rest of the Slytherins. There usually wasn't very much intimate conversations at the table, anyways.
A small chill was in the air as they walked around to their large oak tree. The night was crystal clear, and astronomy class would have been a breeze on this night.
Tristan wrapped his strong arms around Elise as she shivered for the second time. She should have worn her light jacket, but at least the cold brought Tristan closer.
She glanced up at her strong boyfriend. He was looking back down at her with soft green eyes. His green eyes had been the first thing to draw Elise to him when they were younger.
They held such confidence, and it made her knees weak. She held his gaze longer, licking her lips, self consciously.
Finally he took the hint and closed the gap between them. His lips were soft and tender. The kiss heightened Elise's senses, but lacked passion. He pulled away sooner than she wanted him too.
"Tristan," She cooed walking towards the large oak tree to sit next to it. He followed.
"Tristan," she said again with more urgency. When he finally sat down next to her, she slid across so she was straddling his lap.
"Kiss me," she whispered with her lips next to his. He complied, pressing his lips into hers. She wrapped her hands around the back of his head and pulled him closer. Their tongues danced together, and Elise sighed into his mouth.
It was the same pent up feeling she had always felt with him. She wanted to let it out. She wanted him to give her more. She tried to make it clear by rolling her hips into his.
When he groaned, she took it as an opportunity to push things farther. She let her hand find the buttons of his plaid green shirt and she started to undo them. She broke the kiss, moving her lips to his neck.
Sucking and biting as if she didn't care if she left a mark. In fact, she hoped she did. Let the world see what they had been doing! Let Sirius Black see exactly what she was capable of doing to Tristan.
"Elise," Tristan whispered. Hearing her name on his lips encouraged her to push him further. She didn't care if they were outside. If he wanted her, they were going to do it right there outside of the castle for Dumbledore himself to see.
"Elise," Tristan said again. This time it was more withdrawn. It didn't sound like it irrupted from sexual desire.
"Elise, please." He grabbed a hold of her arms, forcing her to stop her trail of kissed down his neck.
"What's the matter, Tristan?" She huffed, "I want to do this with you." Tristan gave her a small smile, but it annoyed her. She knew what that smile meant. It meant "I want to too, but just not now".
"Safe it," Elise hissed, jumping to her feet, "I don't want to hear it tonight." She fled before Tristan could get to his feet. She heard him calling after her, but she didn't want to stop to hear his excuses anymore.
xXx
She didn't slow down until she reached the Gryffindor common room portrait. Before going in she pressed her back against it and took deep breaths. Trying to let herself catch up with exactly what was happening around her.
Since when did she turn into such a sex-crazed woman? Sex had always been something she liked, but never something she just absolutely craved.
Tristan always stopped her because he cared about her. He stopped her because he wanted to wait, and shouldn't she be able to respect that? Not curse him for not curing her horniness. This day had just been too confusing. It was like an episode of the Twilight zone set in Hogwarts with her as the main character.
She had been pushing Tristan extra hard to do stuff with her to get Sirius Black off her mind, but what she really need to do was sleep. Yes, sleep and starting the day over again tomorrow would make everything better.
The fat-lady in the portrait behind her cleared her throat, "Well?" She asked impatiently.
Elise rolled her eyes, as if she had anywhere else to go.
"Bugger-bean," Elise whispered, allowing the door to whip open.
Yes, a good night's sleep would do her good.
A/n: Review, please! =)