"All I'm saying is, I just don't like the way he looks at you. That's all."
I can't help but grin at Sirius' endearing possessiveness though, inside, my insides squirm a little.
Sprawled amongst the greying, crumpled bedclothes as I attempt to pull my trousers on, he persists:
"I mean, it's not like he's going to have been laid in absolutely ages. Who'd want to sleep with him? Grease runs off his hair like doxies from a drapery drenched in doxycide. He-ey, try saying that ten times in a row… Never mind, back to the point. He's clearly in need of damn good shagging, and then, one day, you'll walk past all-"
He pauses briefly, his eyes lingering upon the sight of me stumbling about with my half-recovered clothing.
"-all naked-" he decides, positively relishing in the apparently satisfying adjective.
"I'm not always naked!"
"-all naked and scrumptious and really quite sexy… It's little wonder anyone can resist you. I just hate the thought of him snivelling all over you, with his grubby little paws. Who knows what horrors you might catch?"
"And you'd catch in turn", I point out.
"Quite. It doesn't bear thinking about."
Without warning, and with surprising speed for someone who's been adamantly refusing to leave his bed for the past couple of hours, Sirius propels himself across the mattress and throws his arms around my waist, bringing me toppling down back onto the sagging bed. Curling himself around my bare torso, he buries his face into my neck. I can't imagine I'll ever have the self-restraint to leave the room now.
"You're mine, you know. All mine."
