Just one of those little stories that you have wandering around your head growing and growing. You're all lucky i stopped it when i did or you'd have a full leath fic on your hands. Hope you enjoy. I got the inspiration from a livejournel story made up from promps with one sentence from each. So the idea really isn't mine and if entrecasteaux is reading this, it's dedicated to you 'cause it's your idea, i'm just using it. Sorry!
Anyway, Disclaimer: Of course it's not mine! Who do you think i am? J.K Rowling? 'Cause i'm not.
He's trying to fall asleep when He first hears it.
It's just an annoying little tap, tap, tap, but it keeps happening, over and over.
Finally He gets up. Sick of the sound and slightly scared of what He'll find when He opens the curtains. When He does though, He's surprised. It takes a few seconds but then the tap comes again and He can see what it is. The object hits the glass just in front of His face and He steps back, the natural reaction.
Littering the little stone balcony's floor are dozens of small pebbles. As He opens the door and steps out the pebbles stop coming up. Whoever has been throwing them must have seen Him and He feels another thrill of fear. Not that He would ever admit that to anyone.
Nearing the edge now, He peers over the edge and into the small garden of Number 12 Grimmauld Place.
Below Him, another boy is looking up. The boy is grinning and reaching up to run a hand through his already incurably messy hair. The hazel eyes behind the round glasses on the boys face are sparkling with a mischievous glint that has a permanent place in them. They would look empty, He realises, without it.
He knows who the boy is but as he makes a motion (Wait) and begins to climb the ivy strangling the walls of the terrace house He still feels surprised.
Worry quickly fills Him however when the other boy looses a foothold and flails for one, brief, heart stopping second. What if he doesn't make it? Leaning over the balcony with His hands outstretched, He thinks suddenly and not completely out of place that it's really unfortunate that His room is right at the top of the house. It's never usually unfortunate. Usually He's only so glad to get away from His family to His room and write a letter to His best friend. But right now he would give anything to have a room at the bottom of the house, for the only reason, to stop said best friend dying.
He feels a lot better when He has the other boys hand in His and the boy's climbing over into the balcony.
He may be glad to see him but it still doesn't answer the question why.
"What the hell are you doing here James?" He asks, fully expecting an answer. What he didn't expect was James leaning forward and capturing his mouth in a searing kiss. He moans and wraps his arms around James neck, pulling him closer.
When they finally break apart, not far apart, they're both panting loudly.
"I'm rescuing my Damsel in Distress." James whispers, pressing sweet, light kisses on His neck.
Sirius just laughs and pulls James' lips closer once more.
I'm extremely nervous uploading this one. My mum would kill me if she found it. If you like it please tell me, i'm a bit down at the moment...