Innocent


Humor/Friendship, T for implied fetish—again, drabble fic, and grammar mistakes.

Once again, I own nothing but the lame plot here.

Oh, by the way, it's a sequel of 'S and R'-but you can read it separately.


By the time they returned to Hogwarts, Sirius looked like he was possessed by an evil spirit.

Ignoring Remus' worried question and James' usual behavior (Sirius almost got a pile of cold water when he ignored James' invitation to do some pranks on Snape), the oldest son in Black Family ran to the Slytherin table where his dearest brother—his now stained brother by the hand of unknown culprit—sat currently. Narcissa and Andromeda stared at him as if he was growing a second head, but Bellatrix…

"Why, welcome to the Slytherin, dear Cousin. Have you lost your interest in Gryffindor and decided to move into our House?" said the long-haired girl with pale skin teasingly. She took a bite on her chocolate, ignoring Sirius' deadliest glare which succeed in making some juniors shivered.

A loud 'BANG!' from a slammed fists on the table, followed with, "Who, between all of you, taught Regulus those kind of words?!"

At Gryffindor's table, Remus and Peter exchanged glances curiously. James watched the fight between Sirius and (probably) the entire Slytherin student like he was watching a quidditch match.

"Uuh, what kind of words?" asked a brave soul named Andromeda. She was shivering, yes—she never saw her cousin like this. 'Cheerful', 'mischievous', and '(hyper)active' were the words which fitted him the most. 'Possessed', 'stressed', and 'mother-hen' weren't. That's why she could only hope nothing dangerous would happen tonight if Sirius were going to explode.

"Th—those kind of words!"

"What kind of word, Siri?" This time, it's Narcissa's voice. "If you don't tell us about what do you want to say, we can't help you to find the culprit!"

Sirius gulped. He was silent for a moment before he suddenly screamed in frustration and pointed at his younger brother—with a visible blush on his cheeks. "Who in the world between all of you taught him the meaning of 'S and M' here, huh?!"

The once noisy Great Hall fell into a shocked silence for a moment.

That, before two laughters—one was Bellatrix's, and the other was suspiciously similar with James' before Remus muttered, "Silencio," slowly while pointing his wand at his bestfriend—broke out and made Sirius even angrier.

"I know it was you, Bella!"

Before Sirius could throw some dangerous charms on her, however, Bellatrix jumped from her chair and ran around the Great Hall with her trademark laughter. "I've stained dear Reggie! I've succeed in staining dear Reggie~!"

"I'll kill you—!"


"Cissy?"

A shocked Narcissa turned to see Regulus' usual stoic face. She had braced herself to not faint, but what Regulus spoke later made her courage shattered in a moment.

"What's wrong in knowing about 'Sadistic' and 'Masochist' in when you're 13?"

Narcissa fainted. Right on her seat.

While the other Slytherins were panicking and some teachers brought her sister to the Hospital Wing, Andromeda could only wonder what would happen in future if this boy had known about those things when he's only thirteen. She could only pray that her dearest older sister wouldn't teach Regulus something more dangerous—and Sirius wouldn't enter St Mungo. Later.

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The end.