"Shouldn't you be doing your homework?" Sirius Black asked his girlfriend, who was currently resting her head on his stomach and reading a Quidditch magazine.
Bright green eyes turned up to stare at him, eyebrows raised. "Since when did you start caring about my homework?" Bella Potter put down the magazine and sat up, stretching as she did so.
Sirius's eyes lingered at the silver of skin visible as her t-shirt lifted. "I'm still your guardian, you know."
"I know that, Padfoot." She paused. "And now that you think about it, I should start on my homework or Hermione's gonna have my head." Bella chuckled to herself as she imagined her best friend's expression if she found out she still hasn't finished her homework. "And not to mention Snape. I'm probably gonna get fail anyway, but oh well."
Sirius looked at her thoughtfully. "Maybe I can help you. I mean, nothing's going to satisfy ol' Snivellous but you could try."
Bella rolled her eyes at the nickname but smiled nonetheless. "That'd be great, thanks."
Ten minutes later, Sirius was starting to truly regret suggesting Bella to do her homework. He was almost dying of boredom and dammit, he wanted her to pay attention to him, not that stupid piece of paper. And they say only teenagers are horny. They're so wrong.
Bella lifted up her head to see a very aggravated and fidgeting Sirius staring at her, lust very apparent in his eyes. She pursed her lips to stop herself from grinning.
"What's wrong?" Bella tried to keep her voice casual and nonchalant as she pretended not to notice his hungry gaze roving her body.
Sirius cleared his throat. "Are you done with your homework?" He slowly inched towards Bella 'till he was a few inches away from her.
"No," Bella replied, showing him her half-finished piece of parchment. "Still got half a page to go. I have to write the harmful effects of the love poti…" She was interrupted as a pair of lips crashed into hers, affectively wiping every thought of her potion homework away from her mind.
Bella moaned and ran her fingers through his hair as Sirius pushed her down on the bed with him on top of her, holding his weight with his arms.
And then buttons were flying and her shirt was flung across the room and just for the fun of it, really, she asks, "I thought I was supposed to do my homework?"
Sirius let out a rough growl as he picked up the long-forgotten piece of parchment and ripped it in half. "Screw homework."