Misfortunate Good Luck Ch. 1

Set in the Marauder's 5th year at Hogwarts

Sirius' POV

So there, I am shagging some girl, when the door opens and loud footsteps announce the arrival of one of my mates into our dormitory. I debate pulling out

so I can pull the curtains aside and politely ask the uninvited third guest to leave; but I'm so close and damn her snatch just keeps getting tighter, and wetter,

and I really don't want to leave it.

So I start to yell out,

"Oi mate, I'm afraid we're a bit busy in here, so if you wouldn't mind..."

But the rest of my sentence is cut off by a big fat blonde head poking through my curtains.

Pete has this huge smile on his face while excitedly shouting,

"Oh boy can I play twister with you guys?!"

I guess no one taught the stupid oaf about sex 'cause the next thing we know he's giving us an odd look and asking why we're playing naked.

By this point I can literally feel my dick fall out of this girl and I honestly can't tell if its due to me going completely limp at the sight of Peter's grotesque

features, or her pussy drying up like the Sahara desert.

And I don't even get the chance to glance at her pissed face before she's up and dressed and smacking Pete and me across the cheek.

I can feel my face boiling. And although I know Pete didn't mean to cost me a good fuck with a girl who will not never let me within 10 feet of her vagina, I'm

too pissed to just let it go, so I smack him on the other cheek.

And as I'm leaving the dormitory, I hear the fat idiot say from the bed,

"I wonder where they kept the game board..."

Gods, I need Remy here to make sure I don't maim the pathetic sausage.

Remus' POV

A few hours later...

Sirius is, of course, still steamingly mad at Peter for "ruining his most special evening plans" and is now sulking in the corner of the common room, muttering

to anyone who will listen about how he has nothing to do.

I can tell by the blush in most of the girls' cheeks and the glint in their eyes that more than a few of them were thinking of giving him something to do.

Peter is probably still trying to figure out where Sirius hid the supposed twister board and James is still at Quidditch practice, so I figure it's up to me to go

calm the overly dramatic Casanova.

Chuckling to myself, I try to keep a straight face as I kneel down next to Sirius.

"What's got my beautiful Sirius so worked up?"

Of course I already know what happened, the whole of bloody Gryffindor house knows what happened after Sirius threw poor Petey down the stairs and

screamed bloody murder at him.

But that doesn't take away from the amusement I get as Sirius latches onto my leg and dramatically blows his nose into my trouser leg before starting his

tale.

"Well my dearest Remy, our loaf headed, baboon minded, imbecile of a friend, Peter, has ruined my evenings shag, and so now I am left as a gorgeous, yet

shag-less bloke with nothing to do. Left only with a deep onset of sexual frustration. Also, I'm quite hungry too."

The last part is said with a pout, and I have to bite the inside of my cheek to hold back my laughter at a teary eyed, disheveled Sirius.

"Alright then mate, tell you what, why don't you spend the evening with me? I can't promise you a shag, but we can hop down to the kitchens, steal a bit of

food and then, I'll even let you beat me at Wizards Chess, sound alright, yeah?"

Sirius, the ever spriteful teen, manages to leap straight from clutching onto my legs, to clutching onto my torso for dear life while kissing my cheek.

"Thank you Remy, you magnificent creature! You tamer of broken hearts! You... what was that about a fuck not being guaranteed?"

Only Sirius, I thought while being dragged to the kitchens by the aforementioned self-proclaimed God, would have the innate ability to make any and

everything about sex.