Author's Note: This is just something I came up with when I was bored at school. Personally, I don't find it particularly good, but it was worth a shot to post and see if anyone likes it. So...if you want more. just say so, I guess.
I lost my virginity to Sirius Black in my fifth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
There was a party. That much I remember. We had won a major game against Slytherin. I was never much of a Quidditch fan, but it was a chance to have a good time, and I was excited.
I really needed a good time. I was in a bad spot, just having broken up with my boyfriend of three months after he had cheated on me with a girl in the year above me.
That night, in an effort to avoid reality, I got drunk. I had never had alcohol before, but I immediatly loved firewhiskey. It burned my throat, which a lot of girls hate about it, but I found it pleasant and enjoyable. The next day my friend Lily told me I had had an entire bottle.
Sirius, being the womanizer that he was, had on many prior occasions tried to flirt with me and convince me to "hook-up" with him. I woudn't have minded that if it were just kissing, but Sirius had a reputation for "fucking and running", so I shrugged away his attempts.
But in my drunken state, my decision making was foggy, so when an equally drunk Sirius held my hand and whispered in my ear to come up to his room, I only though about how sexy he looked and how good he smelled, and I allowed him to pull me along to the boys' dormitory.
The next day I woke up naked in Sirius's bed with a pleasant feeling between my legs. I couldn't remember what had happened, excepy that it had felt good...really good. Good enough that I fucked Sirius again that night, and the next one, and the next...We soon became regular fuck-buddies.
We always used a condom. Neither of us wanted a child, of course. We were just kids ourselves.
One night, in June, a month after the Quidditch party, I took a pregnancy test. I didn't really believe I was pregant, but I was a week late for my period, so I wanted to be absolutely sure.
I was wrong.
How? We had always used a condom. No...the first night we were together...a drunken mistake...
I looked down at the pink plus, positive, and I cried.
July 18th was my 16th birthday. I had known I was pregant for a month at that point, but I still hadn't told Sirius.
I decided to tell him in August. James was throwing a big party, which we were both invited too, along with pretty much all of our year, aside from the Slytherins.
After the party, Sirius asked me to come back to the room he shared with James. I agreed. This would be my chance to tell Sirius about the baby in private.
He had kissed me the second the door shut, but I pushed him away.
"What's wrong?" he had asked me.
"We need to talk," I said softly.
He looked concerned. "Alright," he said. "What's up?"
I took a deep breath. "Sirius," I began. He stared at me with his cool blue eyes. "I'm pregant."
He didn't answer.
"Sirius?"
"No, Lib," Sirius whispered, using the nickname I only allowed him to say.
"No what?"
"This can't be..."
"I took a test, Siri..."
"God..." he breathed.
"Look..." I started. "I have to ask you something."
He looked at me expectantly.
"Do you believe in abortions?" I asked him.
"Lib?"
"Yes?"
"Let's fuck."
So we did.