And thus, it began.
Sirius at first had searched for her for the remainder of their fifth year every time he sat down for a meal in the Great Hall. It didn't help that some of the girls' faces started to blend together within the first few weeks and the sheer amount of students crammed in the Hall was impossible to sift through. Kids were always filtering in and out at different speeds as well as facing their backs to Sirius.
Sirius, only 16 for the rest of his summer after the incident, had run away from home that year. He divorced from his home, his family, and his name. The threat of war was incredibly real and as he started to reach of age, Sirius knew he wasn't safe in the world of the Blacks. No wizard was truly safe in the world of the Blacks. It was a world of bloodshed and murder. Sirius would live there no more. He lived homeless for a week until his best friend, James Potter, found out. James's mother was livid and grounded Sirius for two weeks (much to Sirius's delight). Sirius had allowed Fern to slip from his mind and his new life. He chalked the incident up to a very, very lucky day. That is, until he returned to Hogwarts.
He recognized her immediately. The other faces that he confused her with previously seemed so obviously not her, now. There she was. She didn't wear a skirt like the other girls, but trousers like the boys and cuffed the bottom so they hung slack slightly above her ankles. Her white shirt was unbuttoned from the top, slightly untucked from the front, and without tie. She lacked the grey sweater that practically everyone wore, but donned the uniformly black robe, however open from the front. She was leaning against the now fixed Hogwart's Express, pelvis slightly jutted out, surrounded by three other girls forming a semi-circle around her, chatting casually.
"Mind the gap there lad," a voice chimed before he was knocked into roughly and dragged along by James Potter. Sirius, with a wry grin, allowed himself to be hauled along not before casting a backwards glance. To his surprise, Fern was staring at him, unmoved, with a clever look on her face. Sirius turned back and with a bark of a laugh, he ceremoniously looked up at his true home while approaching the carriages.
Fern didn't expect to feel the same fascination burning in her when she laid eyes on now Sixth year Sirius Black. She was slightly jarred if not irritated that her little stint in the Gryffindor locker room didn't satiate her fascination.
"Alright Fern?"
She only half-grinned back in response to the blonde Gryffindor, Elsie.
"Did any of you have a peep at that Peter Pettigrew?" Elsie's Scottish drawl changed the conversation. Fern made the first move and lifted herself off the train so they could head toward the castle. "I could work with that," the blonde practically purred.
"Is he still with that pretty Hufflepuff girl? What's her name?" Kenna, a Ravenclaw who occasionally chatted with the group, asked Fern and Abithica. Fern shrugged and looked at her Housemate.
"Dunno. We're sixth years now. Wouldn't be surprised if they're donezo. Everything's different innit?" Abithica chortled.
"Yeah, now you've got only the seventh years to pork," Elsie quipped to which Abithica smirked. Everyone knew that Abithica went for the older lads.
"Oy Kenna! How's your summer been without me," a sixth year Ravenclaw and his two mates joined the four, slinging his arm around his more-than-thrilled victim.
"Not bad, yous?" she asked as they piled into a carriage leaving Fern last to climb in.
"C'mon now lads, shove over," Abithica tried to make space for Fern but failing miserably as the carriages only were large enough for four. Fern gave her infamous silent grin and closed the door to the carriage allowing it to move on its own accord. She watched it leave with her friends aboard and then turned around to get into the last one.
"Well isn't it my lucky day."
Fern couldn't help but laugh. "Did you plan this?"
"Unfortunately I can't take the credit, no," Sirius Black admitted with the same incredulous look as Fern. He held out a hand to help her onto the carriage. Fern couldn't help but feel excited by the simple grip of his hand. "Hey, you! Ravenclaw! This here's the last one!" Sirius called back for a third year looking girl who seemed quite lost. She clambered towards the carriage looking grateful. Sirius helped her up as well before climbing on, himself, gracefully, unlike the smaller girl who fumbled a bit. The third year plopped onto the seat next to Fern, blushing.
"Hullo," Fern serenely smiled at the smaller girl, who thought Fern looked the essence of 'cool.'
"Hi," the Ravenclaw sheepishly said. She blushed harder when Sirius, who sat across from her, gave her a careless grin. The third year busied herself with looking at her surroundings, very unaware of the intense staring game the older sixth years were playing. The carriage rocked them side-to-side in a two count rhythm that only stirred up a storm of lust within Sirius and Fern as they never broke eye contact. Fern had a ghost of a suggestive pout adorning her lips, whereas Sirius looked downright voracious. Fern could see Sirius's lips slightly start to part and chest rising and falling with deeper breathes. Finally the carriage stopped in the darkened patio among the other countless, empty carriages. Sirius jumped down first to help the blushing third year out accompanied with her quiet "Thank you," and watched her scurry into the illuminating castle. He then assisted Fern out in the most controlled manner he could muster. But before she could pass by him and into the castle, Sirius pushed her against the closed carriage and plunged down onto her lips with his mouth. She, just as eager as him, immediately tilted her head back to deepen their kiss as his hands, previously gripping her hips, were now running up her back to push their bodies closer. Breathing heavily through his nose, he pushed his tongue into her mouth and met hers with a fervent yearning. Her chest was pressed against his, which ignited his body with ice and fire. Fern felt his member stiffen from underneath his trousers against the inside of her thigh, and so sloppily pulled away from his mouth.
Understanding, Sirius gave her a semi-apologetic look but didn't pull away from her. "I'm not usually like this," he winced. Fern found his honesty endearing as she scoured his face from their proximity. She soaked in the curve of his eyebrows, the slant of his eyes, the thickness of his lashes, the point of his nose, the arch of his lips. He facetiously rolled his eyes upwards to the sky and sighed "Go on," awaiting her complaints of his eagerness with good humor. She only grinned at his bracing expression.
"Are you terribly hungry?" she finally said. While keeping his gaze upwards, he squinted and then slowly looked down at her impish smile.
"I could skip a meal," Sirius drawled out, a wolfish smile growing on his face. Clutching her hand in his, he speedily towed her through the castle to the Gryffindor Tower.
And thus, it began.