Grimmauld place, I'm sure, wasn't always this loud, after all there is only four of them that actually live here, but it is hard to imagine it without the loud drunken men lounging in the drawing room nor the women who, acting very well as if they weren't drunk, stood gossiping in the adjacent room. The children of said intoxicated men and women were left unattended to find means of their own entertainment. This task was usually fulfilled with an unattended bottle of leftover whiskey, a pack of cigarettes, and barely audible music (heaven forbid we disturb our parents) from the radio. The scene and conversations that occurred at Grimmauld Place was always the same, except of course, every year I had less and less to say to the people my age that attended these parties. This was of course because my parents insisted on homeschooling me. So they talked, complained would be a better word, about school and I listened and nodded and gasped and giggled and silently begged my parents to take me home. There's no way anyone could actually enjoy these parties, but there was always one kid that would make the most fuss about it, and at Grimmauld Place it was always the same kid.
I never understood it, he lived here so it's not like he couldn't just escape back to his room when our parents weren't paying attention, that's what his brother did. It was like he did it to purposefully cause trouble. He loudly blew smoke out of his mouth, inched the radio's volume higher with every new song and when someone would protest he would shrug and say "I like this song" and turn it up even louder. He would then collapse in a chair behind him, stretch out his long slender legs, rest his hand behind his head, close his eyes, and blow smoke out of his nose. We would then make various sounds of disgust and return to our conversations.
I tried to pay attention to them but I was embarrassingly fascinated by a bulging shape outlined in his trousers against his inner thigh. My eyes flicked between my group and the boy in the chair. He really was handsome, not in a way that attracted me, but there was no denying it. He looked good in his dress robes. He had thick dark hair that fell gracefully over his eyes, sharp cheekbones, long narrow slightly crooked nose, thin lips, strong jaw, large Adam's apple bellow a cleft chin, broad shoulders, dare I go further? His eyes fluttered open suddenly eyebrows raised in surprise, he held my gaze for a moment before smirking.
"Hogwarts is great isn't it?" He asked loudly, eyes flicking to each face in my circle. He seemed to take on a commanding role, losing his usual playful schoolboy tone. The effect was terrifying. They stood before him silently, awkwardly fidgeting with their clothes.
"Yeah, it is." One of the boys replied, his voice thick with defiance. He turned his cold eye directly at him, making my stomach do flips and I wasn't even in the line of fire. "Could be better if we didn't have to put up with those mud bloods."
"Can't handle the competition, Mulciber?" He smirked, though his jaw tightened, nostrils flared, and fist clenched.
"Whatever, Black." The other boy scoffed before turning back to his friend, though they no longer spoke of Hogwarts.
"And what about you?" He asked turning back to me. My stomach twisted from the confrontation.
"Oh, I-I don't go to Hogwarts." I stuttered. His eyes softened turning from black to grey.
"Where do you go then?" He asked sounding truly curious.
"Um, I'm home schooled." I answered.
"Parents think you're too good for school?" He grinned and cocked an eyebrow.
"No. They're just protective." I replied accepting the cigarette he offered me. My eyes flicked downwards. He looked at me shocked. I blushed, deeper than I ever had before. He barked out a laugh.
"I thought it was you." He said shaking his head, situating himself so I could no longer see his member.
"What do you mean?" I asked trying to reduce my blush. He smiled as his eyes wandered over me as if trying to decide something.
"I can smell it." He stated, shrugging and reached for his wand.
"Smell what?" I asked watching him as he lit his cigarette then mine. He took a drag, licked his lips, blew out the smoke then finally looked up at me.
"How wet you are." He grinned cocking his head to the side. My eyes widened in horror, my face burned red as I tried to stammer out an argument. His laugh shook his entire body.
"Like a dog, you mean?" I asked trying to regain some composure. This only made him laugh harder.
"I'd call it primal instincts." He said breathlessly. I smiled, despite my embarrassment, liking the way his eyes sparkled in amusement.
"Well if you'll excuse me I'd like to find a hole I can crawl into." I said starting to turn away. He stopped me, holding onto my wrist.
"No, no, no. I'm sorry I didn't mean to embarrass you. Nothing to be embarrassed about, I'm an attractive guy." His hands were strong and warm, it felt nice around my perpetually cold limbs. "You can sit down and we'll talk about something other than school, so you can participate in an actual conversation. And I promise, it won't be about my dog like senses." He offered, releasing my arm and gestured to the empty seat next to him. I sat down and he smiled at me before reaching up to turn up the radio again.
"Do you really like this song?" I asked him.
"No." He stated with a lopsided smirk
"Then why turn it up?" I continued.
"Nothing else to do, is there?" He shrugged.
"I guess, but it's just going to get us in trouble. I mean how entertaining is it to just sit here and turn up the volume." I argued.
"Turn it down then, I'm sure we can find a better way to fill our time." He smiled eyes filled with something a bit more than mischief.
"Did you have something in mind?" I asked curious about his plans.
"Several thing." He said eyes burning with excitement. I swallowed remembering what it felt like to have his hand around my wrist. I jumped feeling his fingers brush against my knee. "Unless you're in the mood for a slurred reprimand. Then of course, you'll have to wait until Christmas." He whispered, he face dangerously close to mine. He smelled like whiskey and cigarettes. Normally this would disgust me but on him it made my entire body thrum with heat. "It's up to you of course." He said leaning in, almost kissing me.
It was ridiculous for me to even consider it. I couldn't even remember his first name and I doubt he knew mine. I allowed my lips to brush against his desperately wanting to feel inside his mouth. I shivered at the intimacy before slipping away from him stepping up to the radio, turning the dial up to a deafening volume.
"See you at Christmas, Mr. Black." I smiled at him seconds before his mother burst into the room just like she did every year.
I slipped past her into the hall stepping around the stampede of parents flying to their children from their hostess's violent scolding.
"Yes, mother I'm sorry. People are leaving now perhaps we should walk them out?" It was odd to hear caution in his usually playful voice. I found myself boxed in between the wall and a sea of rowdy people. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest and sweat dripping down my forehead. I closed my eyes and clenched my fist knowing I was on the verge of a panic attack.
"Have you found you parents yet?" He whispered in my ear. His voice and sudden presence startled me and my hands began to tremble. I shook my head not trusting my voice at this point. He gripped my elbow and pulled me through the crowded into the now empty living room. "You alright?" He asked voice full of concern.
"Yeah-yeah. Just... tight spaces kinda freak me out a bit. Sorry." I answered trying to calm my breathing.
"Okay, it's alright. Do you want me to make you a drink?" He asked, keeping his distance this time.
"No, I'm fine, you got me out of there before - thank you." I smiled though I was still trembling. He smiled back and gingerly rested a hand on the small of my back.
"You know that was probably the sexiest thing a woman has ever done." He grinned.
"What? Have a minor panic attack in your hallway after getting you in trouble?" I chuckled.
"'See you at Christmas', though 'Mr. Black' almost ruined it." He said tucking my hair behind my ear.
"Why's that?" I asked trying to control my shaking hands.
"Mr. Black is my father and forgive me if you disagree, but he is definitely not sexy. Besides I'd like to think we're on a first name basis after that almost kiss, so just call me Sirius." He pulled away from me for a moment, his calculating eyes wandered over me. My lips twitched when he mentioned the kiss.
"You know our lips touched, most people would consider that a real kiss, not an almost kiss." I said biting my lip.
"Most people haven't kissed me." He smirked.
"You are one of the cockiest people I've ever met." I chuckled, too exhausted to use any filter.
"I don't mean to be cocky, I just know myself really well." He shrugged.
"You know, usually when people think they're really good at kissing, they're actually terrible." I teased taking a step towards him.
"Oh and what experience would you have, Miss home schooled with protective parents." He teased back dropping his hands to my waist. I leaned towards his lips for a moment before running my mouth along his cheekbone.
"You'll have to wait until Christmas, Sirius." I chuckled turning away from him. He caught my hand, spun me around, pulled me into his chest, and crashed his lips into mine. Merlin's pants his mouth tasted good. His lips were strong enough to make my body forget it had knees. I leaned into him for support. He pulled away and rested his forehead against mine. I whimpered. He chuckled.
"Damn. I'll see you at Christmas, blondie." He whispered before tearing away from me, his long strides carrying him towards the door before I could stop him.
"Oy!" I called before he completely disappeared. He spun around to face me. "My names Meg."
"I know." He grinned before he disappeared. "Good evening Mr. Halsey, I hope you enjoyed the party."
"Shit my dad." I whispered to myself turning towards the mirror, trying everything I could to hide my now swollen lips. Fortunately, I know my charms.
"Megara were you just alone with Sirius Black?" My mother asked sternly, eyeing me through the mirror.
"Yeah, I got caught in the crowd, and...well you know how I am. He helped calm me down." I replied nonchalantly.
"You're having panic attacks again?" She asked face full of concern.
"No, thanks to him." I said gesturing towards his voice. I felt odd knowing he was talking to my father.
"Well, I'm glad he was nice to you, but he gets into a lot of trouble. I'd rather not have you around him." She warned.
"Yes, mum." I answered knowing full well that, that was not going to happen.