A/N: Gah, because someone wanted me to write more so I decided why the hell not :). More of my dear friend Rachel… she's rather happy about this. And thank you to the reviewers, I looooovvvveee you :)
Rachel always knew when she was about to wake up. Her dreams started to become blurrier and less vivid, she felt less at rest, and she could feel her eyes pulling apart, as hard as she tried to keep them closed. She stretched her arms, still cherishing that her eyes were remaining closed. Nevertheless, she couldn't deny that it was one of the best sleeps of her life.
Despite the fact that she got drunk the evening before.
Her eyes snapped open.
She got drunk.
Well wait, Rachel thought to herself, this has happened before. Lily always keeps a close eye on me.
Shit, she left Lily in the Three Broomsticks.
Oh no, oh no, oh no.
Okay, Rachel thought frantically, I'll just calm down because I'm most likely in the dorm. It's all good.
She let out a breath she had no idea she was holding and turned on her left side.
"Ahh!"
Rachel screamed rather loudly and fell out of the bed, landing on the floor with a loud thump, face first.
Another human being in her bed, why was there another human being in her bed?
"Bloody hell," the person grumbled. From what Rachel could tell, the person was male. And had quite the attractive morning voice.
He looked over the edge.
"Fuck," Rachel said. It came out as a cross between a gasp and a yell. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
It was Black.
She did not sleep with Sirius Black.
She did not.
And he did not have an attractive morning voice.
Rachel scrambled up and slapped herself lightly to wake herself up. She blinked a few times and looked around the room. The dorm look unfamiliar. And filthy.
Of course. She was in the boys' dormitory.
Fuck, she did sleep with Sirius Black.
She looked back at the said male.
"Why are you shirtless?" she snapped.
"That's not the usual reaction I get to the situation," Sirius replied.
"Are you wearing pants?" Rachel asked frantically, ignoring Sirius' previous comment. "You better be wearing pants."
"That's not how it works, love. You have to get rid of the pants," Sirius replied. Rachel's eyes widened angrily and Sirius laughed.
Rachel groaned and sat on the edge of the bed, holding her head between her legs. She had to try to calm down and remember what happened in Hogsmeade. She could barely remember anything from when she left Lily, Marlene, and Dorcas, and even that was blurry.
"What did I do?" she asked. "Did I streak through Hogsmeade? Smash the china in Madam Puddifoot's? Oh no, did I snog Snape?"
"As entertaining as it would have been to watch you do all those things," Sirius started, "or watch you believe you did all those things, I'm going to be kind and say, no, you did none of that."
Rachel sent a quick glare his way before hanging her head and resting her elbows on her thighs.
She sighed. "Then what the bloody hell did I do?"
She already knew he was smirking, the bloody idiot.
Sirius stretched out comfortably on the bed, but Rachel only shifted away and turned to glare at him some more.
His attitude did not falter.
"Well," he started, "after quite the quality snog, I decided I'd be ever the gentleman and personally take you back to your room."
"Personally, wow," Rachel said sarcastically. "You usually pay someone for that part of the deal, no? Or do you just send them off on their own, drunk and dazed?"
It seemed that her sarcasm only amused him further. "Anyways, once we got back, you'd passed out already," he continued. "And I don't know what bloody spell you use on your dorms, but no one of the male specimen can even get in—"
"That's the idea, yes," Rachel interrupted.
"So this was the only option."
"So I didn't do anything ridiculous?" Rachel asked. Sirius shook his head. "And," she started as she gestured between the two of them, "nothing else but the snog in Hogsmeade?"
"That's right," Sirius said. "Unless you want to change that right now."
Rachel rolled her eyes and let her head fall against the bedpost. A little too hard. She cringed as her skull made contact with the wood and only worsened her hangover. She knew she would regret all that drinking. Rachel sighed and stood up, getting a bit dizzy but managing to stay on her feet.
"Well, then," she said. "I better go and sort things out with Lily at breakfast. Thank goodness it's a Saturday."
"And risk everyone in the common room seeing you exit the boys' dormitory in the clothes of the night before?" Sirius asked mockingly. "I congratulate your bravery."
She rolled her eyes once more. Honestly, she might as well have been staring at the ceiling all morning if that ridiculous prat was going to keep saying idiotic things. She turned towards him.
"If you must know, it's going to cause me great suffering," Rachel replied sarcastically. "But I think I'll survive."
She gave Sirius a cold stare. However, on the inside, she couldn't stop thinking about her conversation with her friends. She would admit that he was quite fit. Very fit. Of course, all Beaters were fit, but it wasn't a regular basis you got to see them with their shirts off. Or maybe she had once or twice, but she never really paid attention.
And aside from being fit, Rachel was remembering the snog. That snog that she couldn't help but admit that it truly was better than firewhiskey. He was fit, a phenomenal snogger, and he was lying half-naked right in front of her, already having semi-offered himself for sexual purposes.
But he was still as dumb as a post. And Rachel would hold onto that one string of hope whenever she might see Black shirtless again at a Quidditch practice or if they ever happen to both be trapped in a broom closet.
Because if he wasn't as dumb as a post, then that would make him perfect, and that just would not do for Rachel.
"So if you're leaving me already," he drawled as he slowly got out of bed. Rachel steeled herself and kept her eyes on his face. Not that that made much of a difference. "I guess I'll see you at Quidditch practice, Fredricks."
She smiled tightly. "Right, Quidditch practice."
And with that, she walked out the door.
"Why would I do that, why would I snog—" Rachel paused before saying, "him."
"Because, as I said yesterday, you would be good for each other, as the term goes," Dorcas said.
Rachel turned toward her friend. "Alice and Frank are good for each other. This is not good."
"So it wasn't a good snog?" Marlene asked.
"I didn't say that, but Dorcas is implying a relationship," Rachel hissed. "No. Thanks."
"Then don't make it a relationship," Marlene said matter-of-factly. "Just shag him whenever you want. He's already groveling at your feet. You are clearly on his hit list."
"I'm flattered," Rachel said sarcastically. Her face turned to on of disgust as she pushed away her eggs.
"Well, you can avoid him for the weekend. You don't have Quidditch practice, do you?" Lily asked.
Rachel turned towards her and nodded. "I do. At noon. James stacked the practices because the next game is against Slytherin."
"Oh, poor you," Marlene said sarcastically. "You get to hang around fit Quidditch guys until Fletchley heals up again."
"Just… avoid the change rooms," Lily suggested.
Rachel gave Lily a look of disbelief. "You're kidding, right? That's your grand plan?"
"You know what, if this is such a big issue," Dorcas started, "you're only Reserve Seeker. What, you'll be in Fletchley's spot for one week? Maybe two? You'll survive."
Rachel let her head fall on the wooden table and groaned.
"How do I even get involved in these things?"
All right, so here's the deal: if anyone wants me to continue this, it will officially be put on an "In Progress". If not, then it remains a two-shot (which it most likely will because I'm a terrible writer and no one really has read this so...)
Anyways!
-Want me to continue?
-How's my grammar/spelling?
-Any OOC?
-What do you think of Rachel? (I mean the character, not the person)
Hasta la vista :) -Amelia x
