Hello all, The Letter Z here and attempting to write a fanfic instead of just a songfic...well then, let's just see where this turns out...(wish me luck!)
"Lis, get out of the shower already!" a rather cranky yet horny voice came flowing through the door to the bathroom. But that didn't make me get out; the feeling of warm water rushing down on me had always calmed me after a rather wild night. "Lis, hurry up! I'm bored."
"You are aware we won't be doing anything once I get out? I just got the smell of boy off me; I can't go to this dinner tonight smelling like boy."
"You wouldn't smell like boy, you would smell like man." The voice pointed out.
I rolled my eyes, sometimes guys are just insufferable. So, I turned the water off, got dressed in the same slutty dress I had on last night, but thankfully I cleaned it, and then I took a few steps out into the main room. In front of me was one of the cutest guys I've ever met, Sirius Black.
He had the priceless Black smirk on his face; I knew he had something dirty on his mind. "You know, when you come over here to give me my passionate goodbye kiss, you'll go back to smelling like man."
"No I won't," I informed him, "I've got some perfume for that." I then pulled out my perfume and gave a little shrug, "Tada!"
"Well then, let's put that stuff to work." Sirius jumped up and walked over to me. Fiercely, he began to kiss my lips, my neck, my collar bone-wait, shit!
"Sirius!" I growled as I pushed him off, "it's five! I was supposed to be home an hour ago!"
He grumbled from his spot on the bed making a face, it was his version of pouting, "I can't believe you just pushed me off just because you're a little late."
"A little late? It's been an hour Sirius, A WHOLE BLOODY HOUR!" I screamed. Once I had everything I was going to leave with, I turned towards him, "So, next Friday? Same time, same place?"
"Course!" he laughed, giving me one last quick kiss on the lips, "Now go, I've got some business to attend to, so go run out and have fun."
"I will!" I laughed and then apparated away.
Once I got home, I was surprised my dad wasn't waiting for me in my room, lucky me! If he saw me in this low v-neck shirt and micro mini skirt, he'd disown me. Quickly I threw my clothes into the dirty clothes pile, pulled on pants and a baby doll shirt, and then went downstairs to make sure everything was alright.
"Hey Princess." My dad smiled over at me. Since I was his only daughter, he felt the need to deem me his princess, and believe me, I'm far from it. "You're back a little late, don't you think?"
"Sorry Daddy," I replied, he was a sucker for the title, "Jackie and I were having so much fun and we lost track of time." I even put on a pout to make sure I was rather believable.
"That's alright Pumpkin," Pumpkin? I'm 17 years old! "Just go upstairs and get dressed for dinner, we're having it at the Potters tonight."
"Potters, who are they again?" Being the Minister of Magic's daughter, I had to try and remember so many people that after a month, I gave up.
"Aurors." My dad reminded me, "Now go look classy, and nothing too revealing, they have a son your age."
My eyes lit up, this was going to be fun, "Yes, Daddy."
Quickly, I made my way up to my room to change into black slacks that were tight until they reached the knee. And when I say tight, I mean tight. For my top I put on a somewhat see-through red long sleeve shirt and a black corset over it. My black heels were the finishing touch besides make up and throwing my hair into a ponytail.
I sat on my bed, looking up at the ceiling thinking, and I couldn't help but smile when I remembered the first time I had met Sirius Black.
"Come on Ama, get up!" my best friend Jackie begged.
"No, jet lag." I complained. It was the first Friday of the summer, and the first day since I arrived back in England from the states. I was tired, all I ever wanted to do was sleep.
"Please," she begged, "I mean it's Friday, we could make it a weekly tradition starting today. Besides, you coming on a Friday, it's like fate!" I shuttered. If you didn't give into Jackie while she talked about fate, you were in for a long speech.
"Fine, fine, just stop talking!" I complained. I then looked up at what she was wearing to see if I could get a feel for the kind of place we were going. I laughed when I saw her in a shirt that most would consider a bra and shorts that were way too short to be normal.
I pushed her out of my bedroom and began to go through my own closet. I chose a pair of skin tight jeans and a brown tube top that was short enough to show off my turquoise belly button ring, the turquoise matched my eyes. I then let my curly caramel brown hair down and once I slipped into my heels, I was ready.
Minutes later, we were in England's hottest new nightclub dancing in the middle of a tight group of grinding people. Lights, sweat, and all that good stuff; just like all other night clubs I'd previously been to.
Suddenly, in the middle of a very fast song, two strong, firm hands grasped onto my waist. I turned in the hands, making sure they never left me and looked straight into his grey eyes. He was cute, so I automatically approved. I turned back around, and then backed up so we were touching.
After many minutes of dancing, he whispered, "You want to get out of here?"
That was the first of many Friday nights at the club with Sirius. No, we weren't exclusive in any way possible. We could do what ever we wanted whenever we wanted, but each Friday night, it was nice going to a hotel with him even if I had been making out with another guy minutes before.
"Ama!" My mother called up to me. "It's time to go."
"Yes mother," I sighed. Sometimes it wasn't worth being the youngest child when you were the one left going to family dinners while my older brothers are probably eating take out or sleeping.
So, we drove, yes not apparate of floo but drove, to the Potters' house which was surprisingly not far from our own.
We rang the doorbell and waited there like a perfect family, making me want to vomit. Once the house elf opened the door, we were led into some room, I didn't or don't nor ever will care what it was called. However, once led there, I froze.
Sitting on the couch was a nice looking couple who seemed older in age then my own, sitting on an arm of the couch was a boy, taller than me, with black hair and hazel eyes, obviously the couple's son. But then, there was a boy, or rather, man, standing to the side. He had elegant yet shaggy black hair and story grey eyes...