George blushed a deep red, offsetting his hair. He cleared his throat and kissed the top of her head.
"Well, perhaps I'll surprise you." Darian laughed and jumped ahead of him only to come back and touch his chest lightly.
"You always do…" Darian looked into his eyes and felt her own cloud with tears. Just around the corner was his grave, Fred. Her first real boyfriend, the guy she could tell everything to, the man she came to love so deeply that she could barely see her lovers face for fear of crying out.
George felt Darian tighten, her muscles taut and quivering. He looked into her deep brown eyes and in them found the sadness that he two harbored. Fred was gone, and in his wake he had left the woman he loved and the brother who needed him.
"I miss him George, I miss him so much my heart aches constantly. Even when I'm with you I know something's missing." George ran his fingers through her black hair, kissed her cheek.
"I'm missing something too Darian, a part of me left with him." George remembered the times he had spent with his brother, the laughs, the jokes, the love they shared.
Flash Back
George huddled against his wall, shaking with tears. It was his third year and the girl of his dreams had just turned him down. His shoulders heaved with the rage and sorrow his teen body felt, he could never be happy again.
Fred came into the room, his hair covered with the freshly fallen snow. With one look at his brother he was next to him on the bed, his hand on Georges back rubbing in slow comforting circles.
"Now, now little brother what's the matter?" George clung to Fred weeping openly unto his shoulder. Fred could only hold unto George as George spilled his soul out to the one person who understood him.
"I asked Erica Stuts out, you know that spicy Ravenclaw who I've had my eye on. Tells me in a nice voice 'I'll think about it' what does she do? She waits until breakfast and in front of the whole Quidditch team flat out rejects me like I'm yesterday's mashed potatoes."
Fred grinned, "That's just because she thought you were me. I put itching powder in her cloak the other day for making fun of my broomstick. Don't take it so hard there are other hotter girls out their."
"Oh yeah like who?" George said, irritable and about ready to pounce on his brother. Fred gave a lazy lopsided grin.
"Like my girlfriend." George jumped up, singing a hallelujah chorus. He hugged his brother.
"Who is it? Angelica, Mary, don't tell me you landed Lacy." Fred smiled sheepishly, turning bright red, under his breath he mumbled a name.
"What?" Asked George, smiling waiting.
"Darian Paddock." George's mouth fell to the floor.
"Darian Paddock? The chick who lives down the street from us? The one you brought home last summer…oh shit." George sat on the bed and put his head in his hands.
Darian Paddock, they'd first met her when they were little kids. Fred and George had been sitting in their yard watching as Charlie and Bill zoomed around on their broomsticks. They clapped as Bill swooped around Charlie and landed a goal in the basket.
Fred had looked over and pointed, a tiny girl with black hair was watching the boys fly around. She wore clothes that were too big on her tiny eight year old body, they were tattered and graying. At the moment she had her thumb stuck in her mouth and was staring with wide eyes at the red heads.
"Mum!" Fred and George both called, causing Charlie and Bill to stop and stare at the girl, fear on their faces. When Mrs. Weasley emerged she gasped and clutched a hand to her chest.
"Oh my, my wand, my wand?" She fumbled around in her skirts until she produced her wand and strode up to the girl.
The tiny little girl with the black mop looked up at Mrs. Weasley. She smiled sweetly at her.
"Hello ma'am, I'm Darian. Your sons could use a bit of work don't you think? Mind if I take a look at your gnomes?"
Needless to say Mrs. Weasley was both shocked and annoyed. "My sons both happen to be on the Quidditch team at their school." The small girl smiled.
"Yes, but they have no style." Mrs. Weasley turned red and the twins stared in awe, this girl was standing up to their mum. They strode foreword and took the girl with them to tease the gnome.
"I'm Fred."
"I'm George." The boys introduced themselves. The girl made a grand sweeping motion with her hands.
"I'm Darian Paddock, witch." Fred and George turned on her eyeing her strangely.
"Witch?" She stuck out her chest proudly.
"I've been on the school lists since I was born. Dumbledore personally came to my house to explain to my muggles what I was and that I should be treated cautiously." Fred and George smirked.
"Oh yeah?" George asked, looking at his mother who was listening intently.
"Why should they?" Darian glared daggers at them.
"My father is a convict in Azkaban and they were worried that one of his fellows would try to come and snatch me away."
"Your father is?" Mrs. Weasley asked, Darian turned to look at her and smiled sweetly.
"Sirius Black duh…"
Mrs. Weasley narrowed her eyes noticing the similarities between Black and Darian. Darian noticed the recognition and back away from Mrs. Weasley's gaze.
"I'll be going I guess, see you at Hogwarts in a few years than…"
They hadn't seen her for years until they were eleven. They met her on the Hogwarts Express. She was older but still being young and thinking girls were icky they only got stuck sitting in the same compartment as her.
"I've always wanted to come and play with you guys but my mum said your mum told her I wasn't welcome." Darian wore her hair short, cropped up to her ears, it gave her an impish look especially when her large brown eyes stared out at you from underneath her longer bangs.
"Well she wouldn't want you in our house, Black's the murderer who killed thirteen people with one curse." Darian shook her head her eyes brimming with tears.
"No he's innocent. He told me when I went to visit him. He's good and was only blamed for the crime, he doesn't have a Dark Mark. Everyone just blames him for what Voldie did."
The twins looked at her in surprise. "You can't believe that!" Both shouted at her in unison. She nodded.
"I saw his arms, he's a good man, I swear it. He was in Gryffindor, he's noble and brave and he loved the Potters." Fred snorted.
"Yeah enough to sell them both to you-know-who…" Darian burst into tears.
"I thought you'd understand! I can't believe I trusted you!"
"We both know you're going to be in Slytherin and turn out just like your father, we don't trust Slytherins." Darian cried even harder and ran out of the compartment.
She'd stormed out, at the sorting she'd been sent to Slytherin all the while glaring daggers at the Weasley's.
It continued this way until they were in their second year.
"What's got her?" Lee had asked as they walked to Potions, it was a common question among the Gryffindor's but one that was never answered. Darian hadn't spoken at all in any of their lessons together, and never stopped glaring at the twins.
"She's got her knickers in a twist." George said as they rounded the bend to the potions dungeon.
Snape loomed over them. Breathing down their necks as they tried, in vain, to brew the correct potion, worst of all George had been paired with Lee leaving Fred to be paired with Darian.
"You're doing it wrong." Darian said under her breath as Fred stirred in a bit of crushed black beetles. Frustrated, Fred swore as the potion turned black and started to smoke.
"If you're so smart you do it!" He yelled at Darian. Her face turned white, and she looked down. Taking out her wand she muttered something and the potion Fred had brewed disappeared.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Fred asked, enraged, they had to turn a potion in by the end of the class period and it was nearly half over.
"Hush, you stupid git, you want to get a good mark? Leave the potion brewing to me." Silenced by her glare, Fred watched as Darian began their potion a new.
Within minutes it was the pale yellow it was supposed to be, Darian was frequently whipping her brow as she concentrated on stirring the potion just the right amount of time.
"Time is up, bring your finished potions to the front." Snape's voice whispered spreading threw the dungeon like vapor. As Fred and Darian came up his lips curled into a sneer.
"It seems that I have two potions from your group Weasley and Paddock." In a vial he held Fred's black potion. "Who made this horrible mockery of a potion and than tried to vanish it, when second years are not allowed to use that sort of spell. I can guarantee that who ever did this will receive a week's worth of detention with me."
Fred swallowed, it wouldn't be his first detention this year but he knew how much Snape loved to punish Gryffindors. He was about to open his mouth when Darian jutted her chin out.
"Sorry Snape love, but I just couldn't handle the thought of failing under your impressive tutelage. You are my head of house after all, so I figured we could come to some sort of arrangement." Snape's face was twisted into one of rage and shock. The Gryffindors were speechless as were the Slytherins, who did this girl think she was. More impressively to the twins after saying all this and causing Snape's face to turn purple she winked at him and made a kissey face.
"Two months detention with me Ms. Paddock, perhaps it will cure you of your cheek!" Snape nearly spat at her. Darian who had turned her back turned back around and grinned.
"Oh I'm sure you'll be seeing plenty of my cheek, sir." She made a provocative movement with her hips and grinned before bounding out of the class.
As Snape sat back at his desk contemplating all the horrid things to do to Darian during their detentions while Fred and George ran after Darian.
"Why'd you do that for me?" Fred asked as soon as they caught up with the red face Slytherin.
"Why you even talking to me I thought you hated Slytherins?!" Darian turned on them, shaking. Both boys looked at the ground blushing madly.
"We were young then…" George said.
"Let us make it up to you…" Fred pleaded, Darian smiled for the first time around them.
"Alright, you can make it up to me by letting me tutor you in the art of potions, you're going to need some help if you hope to pass." They looked at her puzzled she laughed and blushed madly.
"That's payment for you?"
"I get to spend time with two red heads don't I?" They looked at her again, puzzlement etched on their faces.
"Red heads?" Darian nodded and kissed each boy on the cheek.
"Yup I love red heads." She winked at them before striding off to her next class.
"She loves red heads?" Lee wondered in confusion having watched both on his friends receive their first kisses from a Slytherin.
Side Story Detentions with Snape Lime Warning
That night Darian entered the Potions dungeon. She wore a wife beater and a pair of jeans handed down from her older brother; she figured that if she was going to be doing some dirty work she might as well dress for it.
Snape entered the room, with his same commanding presence. He eyed her suspiciously, and took a seat at his desk.
Five minutes passed with Darian staring at him in silence; finally she couldn't take it anymore. "What am I just going to stand here all night?" Snape looked up at her surprised that she would address him so.
"Really Ms. Paddock, do you feel it necessary to address all your Professors so or is it because I'm your head of house that I earn that honor?" Darian flushed, and mumbled under her breath.
"What was that?" Snape leaned foreword his eyes on only the girl in front of him. She was thirteen, a little older than some of her classmates but Dumbledore had felt that one more year with her muggle parents would help her.
She was more developed than most of the girls in her year, and it seemed that she had learned how to use her guile; the Slytherin boys in her year raved about how she teased and tortured them. Snape had waited for her eventual slip up so that he could spend time with the amazing second year.
"I said, I only address you that way because I find you more attractive than the other teachers." Snape's eye twitched. Oh no she didn't.
"Ms. Paddock?" Darian bit down on her bottom lip, she stood up and faced Snape, a 5'11 to a 4'8.
"I can't help it sir, I said those things just so that I could spend time away from the common room. I hate all of them! They gossip and spread rumors, just because I'm the top of our year I'm sleeping with all the purebloods to copy their homework. Hell the only people I've kissed were those damn Weasley Twins and on the cheek mind you!"
Snape stared dumbfounded as for the next hour Darian ranted about the room, stomping her feet and waving fists around once nearly nailing him in the nose.
"And so Professor, I heard you were the Sex God in your day, and you are a teacher so TEACH!" Darian ended her rant by collapsing on the floor. Snape looked over at her smirking, his black eyes twinkling.
"Oh you heard correctly Ms. Paddock…"
"Darian." Snape nodded.
"Darian, and so I accept." Darian looked up surprised.
"Accept?" Snape nodded. Darian jumped up and began to do the happy dance, which was basically the Muggle dance to Jump on it. Snape quickly wrestled her into his lap.
Darian laid her head against his shoulder, as he whispered in her ear.
"Lesson number one, seduction." Snape's voice was silky and caused her to shiver slightly. "Stroking, caressing, mild, light, nothing to lasting. The touches must be quick and nimble, to intrigue." His hands scampered lightly up her inner thighs, a brush on her inner arm, a slight touch on the exposed flesh of her chest.
Darian breathed out slowly letting herself feel these things and absorb them. She was learning and being given a gift at the same time. It wasn't as if Snape was unattractive it was just that he was scary.
She moaned, surprised by the suddenness of it she could not keep it in. Snape whirled her around so that she was in a strattling position. She felt his hard member against her leg and blushed madly, before her mouth was taken in his.
His mouth was soft on hers, his tongue pleading for entrance. She gasped when he nipped at her lip and his tongue gained entrance threw the trickery. Tongue battle tongue as his hands continued to move up and down her back.
As soon as the kiss had started it was over, and Snape had placed Darian back on her own two feet.
"We will continue with lesson one tomorrow Darian, be here six o'clock sharp." Darian smiled at Snape and went to the door.
"Don't worry sir, I'm never late." As she left the room, Snape braced himself against a table. He thought with a smirk 'If she learns this fast in all my skills she very well may find herself late one day, especially if she plays to rough with the Slytherin boys.'
End Lime
Cliffy haha suckers…