//Author's Note: Thank you so much for the kind reviews! I'm a little nervous about this chapter, which is rated M.

Sirius woke up the next morning, unsure of where he was, with a splitting headache and an even worse taste in his mouth. Blinking a few times to clear his eyes and his head, he realized he was stretched out on the couch in Ella's flat. He was alone, save for the large parrot staring at him, but he could hear the sound of running water coming from the bathroom in the hall.

He stood up and stretched, groaning as he tried to work out some of the kinks in his back. He stumbled across the living room and into the small kitchen. Listening to make sure he still heard water running, he reached for his wand. He quickly made two cups of tea and a large stack of toast. He had just finished cleaned up the empty wine bottles and dirty glasses when he heard a small gasp behind him.

Ella was standing there. Her hair was still damp, and she was wearing a fuzzy pink bathrobe cinched at her waist. Sirius paused and looked at her, hoping his wand was out of sight. He hoped she hadn't seen anything.

"You cleaned up?" she asked, sounding amazed.

"Uh," Sirius said.

"And made breakfast?"

"Uh," Sirius said again.

"I'm sorry if I woke you. You looked so cute sleeping on the couch. I tried to be quiet," she said, grabbing one of the cups of tea.

"Oh no, you didn't wake me. At least I don't think you did," Sirius said, trying to discreetly pocket his wand.

"Mmm, this is good," Ella said sipping her tea. "You didn't have to clean up, you know. But I appreciate it."

"Oh, it was nothing. Toast?" he asked, offering her the plate of toasted bread.

"Thanks," she said as they moved into the livingroom. They munched their toast silently, until finally Ella said, "So...about you passing out on my couch, Mr. Black. I thought you would be better at holding your drink."

"I'm sorry about that," he said, feeling foolish. "I'm not normally a light-weight. I had a long couple of days and I guess they finally caught up with me."

"It's ok, I don't usually try and drink men twice my size under the table," she told him. "But, I do like knowing that I can drink you under the table," she grinned.

She set down her cup of tea and leaned over to give him a quick kiss. As she did so, her robe slipped open exposing a breast. Without thinking, Sirius reached out and brushed his hand against it. Ella gasped into his kiss, but didn't pull away. Sirius pulled her robe apart, leaving her naked and exposed to him. Ella gave a slight shudder as Sirius deepened the kiss, tasting her lips lightly with his tongue. She moaned softly as his kisses moved from her mouth to the sensitive skin of her neck.

He was enjoying the soft gasps mixed with moans she made as he kissed and nibbled his way along her neck below her ear. Sirius wrapped one arm around her waist, his other hand gently cupping her breast, rubbing his finger over her hardened nipple.

"Do you want me to stop?" Sirius asked between kisses.

"No, this time I know it's you spinning my head and not the wine," Ella said, ducking her head to recapture his lips.

Ella pushed his shirt up, their bare skin touching. She continued kissing him, their tongues dancing as he caressed her breasts. Sirius leaned forward, pushing Ella back onto the couch, her legs wrapped around him. She could feel his erection pressing against her through his pants. Breaking apart from his kiss, she caught his eye and said, "No, I don't want you to stop." And then, grinning at him, she reached down and unbuttoned his pants.

"Ella," he moaned as he helped her work his pants down his hips and off of him, leaving them both naked.

"Yes?" she asked, her blue eyes had deepened in colour with her arousal. He began to kiss her again as he pushed into her, his hardness stretching her tight walls, filling her. He moaned into her mouth. She fit him like a glove, he thought as he held himself still and deep inside her. She gave a small whimper and he began to thrust inside her. Moving slowly and gently at first, he fought to maintain control of himself. As she began to lift her hips and move with him, his body took over and his movements became faster and deeper. As he pumped into her, he bit and sucked on her neck and she squirmed and moaned under him, her hands clasped on his shoulders, urging him on.

"Oh Ella," he moaned as he felt his own release building. Pushing into her as deep as he could, he felt her walls clamp down upon him in response as he came, filling her. His head collapsed on her neck, his arms barely able to hold himself up.

"Sirius," she said a moment later, her breath still coming quickly.

He was still kissing her neck almost absently, "Mmm?"

"I - can't - breathe," she gasped, her legs were still wrapped tightly around his waist, but her hands pushed futilely against his chest.

"Oh - oh, sorry," he said, raising himself off of her. As he pulled out of her, he felt like he had lost part of himself.

Ella was still feeling slightly dazed as she wrapped her bathrobe around her and Sirius was pulling his pants back on. He grinned at her and his grin broke into a smile as her face flushed. He planted a quick kiss on her forehead as she sat back on the couch. She picked up her cup of tea and said vaguely, "Oh, its gone cold."

Without even thinking, Sirius pulled out his wand and tapped the cup. It began to steam seconds before Ella dropped it, her mouth open and her face draining of colour.

"Oh Fuck," Sirius said quietly.

"Wha - uh?" Ella stammered at him.

"Oh Fuck," Sirius said again, sinking down onto the coffee table in front of Ella.

"What did you do?" She was finally able to say. Her previously flushed face had completely drained of colour. "What?" she asked him.

Sirius ran his hands through his hair, struggling to find words to explain. Finally deciding that he might as well tell her the truth, he said, "Ella, I'm a wizard. I studied magic at a school up north and I'm a wizard."

"What?" Ella said, his words not sinking in. "Magic?"

"Yes, magic," Sirius said patiently. He picked up the cup from the floor and using his wand and a refilling charm, handed her a steaming cup of tea.

"A wizard?" she asked.

"Yes. Exactly," he told her.

She took a sip of tea and then looked at the cup. "So you are a wizard and that is your magic wand that you use to do magic tricks," she said slowly, trying to put it all together.

"Kind of," he told her, wondering for just a moment if he shouldn't just perform a memory charm and make her forget his blunder. "I don't do trucks, Ella. I don't pull rabbits out of hats. I do magic."

"Show me," she said simply. She didn't sound accusing, or judgmental or even disbelieving.

Sirius looked her in the eye and then, with a swish and flick of his wand, his tea cup hovered above the coffee table he was sitting upon. With a wave of his wand, it sat back on the table. He tapped the cup and with a small pop it turned into a white mouse. He tapped it again before it could scurry away and transfigured it back into a teacup.

"Oh my," said Ella, her eyes huge.

"That's just some basic stuff," he told her.

"Basic?" she asked quietly.

"Yeah," he said and smiled. "I'll ease you in."

Ella gave a small laugh. "I think I need a drink."

Sirius pointed his wand toward the kitchen and said, "Accio Ella's whiskey."

A half-full bottle of amber liquid flew out of a cabinet and into his waiting hand. He unstoppered it and poured a healthy dollop into her tea cup.

"Madness," she muttered.

"What's that?" he asked, pouring a generous shot of whiskey into his own cup.

"It's absolute madness. I finally meet a guy I like. We get on, have an incredible shag and then I go mad," Ella said, sounding amused.

"You're not mad," Sirius said. Then he asked, "incredible, eh?"

"Oh come off it," she teased back. "You know it was."

He reached a hand out and tilted her chin up to look at him. "I'd call it amazing," he said and leaned over and kissed her.

Ella asked him questions for the rest of the morning. Sirius was relieved to be able to be honest with her. He told her how all of his friends and family were witches and wizards, how he had studied magic for seven years at Hogwart's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She was amazed by his stories of magic and the escapades he and his friends had gotten up to.

"So, if you have all these amazing powers, why in the world would you want to date someone normal like me?" Ella asked him.

"You are anything but normal to me," he told her. "I've always been around magic. Your muggle life is amazing to me."

"My what?" she asked him.

"Oh," and he actually blushed. "Muggle is our word for non-magical people."

"So you call me a muggle?"

"Well, technically, you are," Sirius said.

"Fine," Ella said, then she mumbled "stalker" under her breath.

"Muggle," he countered.

"So do you have some sort of magic job? Do you work in a magic shop or sell white rabbits?" she teased.

"No, I really don't have a job," he told her honestly.

Ella shook her head at him.

"You know," she said, "I'm still not sure which of us is the nutter."