Disclaimer: This entire story contains characters, settings, and worlds all designed by J.K. Rowling (except for OCs) and I do not claim any creative authority or ownership over them. Nor do I seek profit.

Warning: This story contains a shit-ton of foul language, smut, and scenes of offensive nature. Please don't read if you don't feel comfortable with any of the adult themes listed.

Beginning

It wasn't an instant attraction for Fern. She didn't want to fuck the lights out of his mind when she first set eyes on him. Of course they were only eleven, but still. She didn't even really know who he was since her mum was a Muggle. She had no idea that the boy was practically wizarding royalty. The ancient and noble House of Black. Blood as old as magic. He was just a solemn looking child as if he thought his blood was cursed. Fern had thought that if they went to a Muggle school together, the other children would shun him for looking so . . . well, witch-y. But not here. Not at Hogwarts. There's truly nowhere else Sirius Black belonged.

Perhaps it was their fifth year that she really took his daunting looks seriously. Joined to his new Gryffindor family (QUITE the scandal, Fern was explained to), Sirius had dropped his upper class inherited solemnity and adopted a Rebel-Without-A-Cause one. He could hang with the peasants now, it seemed. So fashionably untouchable. She couldn't help but notice him now, along with every other girl in Hogwarts.

However the difference between Fern and every other girl in Hogwarts was-

Fern didn't shy away from what she wanted.

It was towards the end of their fifth year when they first met and touched. The end of a victorious Gryfindor match against Ravenclaw led to the group of sweaty winners surrounded by their peers. Fern stood quite the distance away, leaning against the wooden stands with her arms folded. She was originally waiting for her mate to finish up her session with a Ravenclaw in nearby Slytherin stand. She used this opportunity to observe the Gryffindor prince without causing suspicion. Black and a teammate had their beaming chaser sitting on their shoulders. Did he know that his existence meant the succession of genetically pure magic? Did he know his existence was historically significant? Fascinating, Fern thought.

Sirius's intuition made him aware of the gaze fallen intensely in their direction. He found the culprit donned in colors that didn't make her identifiable to one of Hogwart's four houses. She was leaning against the stands with an indifference that matched a teenage boy's. Her expression was stoic and unreadable. No admiration, desire, or hatred. He left her out his mind as the team dutifully marched to their locker room. Fern waited and watched the group of Gryffindors celebrated their way off the pitch, leaving a few stragglers to idly chat on the field. She could faintly hear Abithica's muted pants of pleasure somewhere in the darkness of the bleachers.

"Alright?" the infamous Black, himself, asked as he approached her now out of his Quidditch uniform.

"Yeah, alright," Fern nodded to him. Her voice was deeper than he expected which was a nice departure from the soprano sounds of the Gryffindor females he was accustomed to being around.

"Sirius," he offered his open hand to her. She stared at it for a moment before grabbing it. When Sirius reflects back on this meeting, he always remembered how taken aback he was at her slackened hand in his. He allowed her to be the one to give their hands a gentle shake so he didn't disrupt her gentle gesture.

"Fern," she replied coolly. The corner of her lips tugged upward as she realized they were still gripping hands after a few seconds. She gave a sideways glance to the direction in which he originally came from. "Is it less crowded over there?" she gave a subtle jerk of the head towards the locker room.

"That's not why I came over," Sirius gave her a look of subdued mirth, almost to mock her assumption.

"I know," she replied, tossing a careless shoulder upwards whilst tugging on the hand still clasped around hers. Their hands naturally slipped away, but Sirius couldn't stop following the girl with a bush for a name. Her confidence somehow entrapped him into dutifully trailing behind her into his own locker room as if he was a guest in her home. He saw her walk deeper into the dark cold room until she stopped against a wall, staring at him from afar. Sirius Black would also fondly remember this first meeting as the second time ever (and probably favorite ever) receiving a blow job.

Now it should be said that Fern doesn't enact fellatio on just anybody (or even significant others for that matter). But there was something so electric about Sirius Black, not simpering shyly, but stalking over to her predatorily to capture her mouth with his. She equally met his lips with the same vigor if not more as she gripped his hair passionately. She gave a breathy smile and closed her eyes when he mouth hungrily dragged down her jaw and to her neck. Fern gave a shudder as his fervent cold lips ravaged her until she caught his mouth again. With a swift movement, she moved her hands away from his face and to the front of his jeans. She pivoted them so that his back way against the locker wall. Unbuttoning and zipping them open with adept fingers, she slipped down to her knees, to Sirius's immense surprise. For a moment he hesitated in fear that she was feeling forced to, as if this was his intention, but when Sirius saw the lack of hesitation in her face when she pulled him out, he began to experience excitement. There was something so erotic about simply her eye contact before engulfing him into her mouth that made him moan. But he was a teenage boy. A simple breeze on a lonely night would do that.

"Fuck," he breathed as she painstakingly dragged her tongue underneath the length of him. Personally, Fern's least favorite sexual act was a blow job, but in the moment she got so carried away that she bestowed him with a small gift. She also enjoyed the power of making this princely boy weak for her in that moment. Sirius's breath started to become ragged as she pumped him faster and faster in her mouth, bringing him over the edge when she finally looked up at him for the last few moments. Knees buckling, Sirius slid down to the floor with her when she slid her lips off him. Closing his eyes he leaned his head back against the wall to try to retrieve some control. When he opened his eyes, Fern was leaning against one hand, legs tucked to the side, her other hand dabbing at her mouth to make sure all was clean.

"Er," Sirius began trying to fill the silence with something. Fern, amused, watched his face contort into discomfort. She emitted a charming laugh, and with a roll of her eyes pushed her lips against Sirius's. Though confused, his lips automatically puckered to welcome her mouth. When she pulled away with a smirk, she was also moving to stand up.

"Later," she gave him a friendly grin and walked out of the locker room leaving Sirius Black stunned.