One Memorable Night
Sirius
Sirius Black had celebrated the team's astounding victory the only way he knew how – with a passion-filled evening. To kick off the evening, there was Glenda Roberts beneath the Quidditch pitch stands as they were all leaving the stadium (his evenings started early). A quiet Third-Year reserve Chaser, he didn't consider her the type to offer what she had – he'd refused her suggestion on principle, Third-Years were just too young. Second, partly to ease his guilty mind, was Annabelle Crest. She was by no means a new addition to his list but was without doubt a skilful one. The third had been fevered and hurried and, if he had accidentally grabbed Mike Epstein's behind instead of Fay Golding's (whose mouth he was attached to), no one seemed to notice or care. Certainly, Esme Nye hadn't noticed his momentary slip because she was next in the line to kiss him. She was willing to go much further than he dared attempt in a filled room but, as they left for quieter surroundings, he felt a gentle tug on his hand. Considering luck as on his side, he turned to see Rosetta Jenson with a sly grin on her face. The dilemma proved an easy choice: a predictably fantastic moment with the easy and already once attained Esme or an unpredictable few seconds with an impossibly hard to reach Ravenclaw who shouldn't have even been able to get into their common room. It took him less than ten seconds to decide.
Grinning broadly in expectation. He made his excuses to Esme and followed Rosetta to a darkened corner of the room where he promptly attacked. Well, attack was probably the wrong word for it: attack implied forcefulness and some sort of resistance, of which there was neither. The kiss felt very different to the others of the evening but his response was very similar. He gently pushed the girl backwards until their knees touched the stone seat. In a manner most unusual for him, his knees collapsed but, thankfully, Rosetta followed his lead and sat on his left. Reaching out with his right hand, he traced down from her cheek, along her neck, past her breasts (with a slight pause), round her waist to the bottom of her surprisingly short skirt. Here he stopped, allowing her to pull away to speak.
"Not here." The voice was much deeper and huskier than he had expected and, to his amazement, it made him even more eager. Rosetta gestured in the general direction of the stairs. "Dormitory."
Obediently, he nodded and led her up the stairs, feeling someone's gaze resting on them. He expected it was Remus, who didn't approve of the way he treated women or the fact that many of his casual flings took place in their shared dormitory. As soon as the door was shut, Sirius reattached himself to Rosetta, carefully guiding her backwards towards his bed, where they retook their seated positions from before. Boldness and eagerness took president so he placed his hand directly on her thigh this time and moved upwards. The instant his hand went under the hemline of her skirt he felt something odd. The femininity had disappeared entirely. Immediately, he jumped away from her, him, whoever it was.
His confused anger was obvious. "Why the hell do you have a dick?"