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The previous and current chapters jump around a lot in weeks. Sirius and Ella are both currently in week 10, but they are recalling the events happened from the past few weeks. I promise the story will start happening in only the present soon!
"What?" James innocently asked. He turned toward Remus and Peter, "what did I say?"
(week 10)
Sirius's life was ace, bad word choice, his life was- bleeding fantastic. He had mates that loved him, top marks in all his classes and his pick of girls from the Hogwartz population. Plus he'd been free of his elitist mum and dad for almost a year. Yep, Sirius was finally becoming the wizard he'd wanted to be. Well, there had been that whole falling out thing with Dillonsby. It had been ten weeks, two days and eleven hours since Dillonsby had ended their friendship. And honestly, Sirius had never been happier. He wasn't counting the days or anything, nope. He was laughing with his true friends, snogging Dodge like a wildman and playing quidditch more aggressively than ever.
Did it bother him that she was practically shagging with that flirt Phillcott? Not at all. After all, she had to fill that lonely void Sirius had left with someone. Why not the incredibly handsome, brilliant chaser, who, according to Lindsey Pervich, was, "the best snogger of their time?" Made complete sense to Sirius. She obviously just missed him.
Did it bother him that somehow Prongs and Evans now got along better than him and his former mate? Nope, good for them. In fact, there had only been a handful of times that him and Dillonsby had even interacted. Sure, those times had been full of anger, longing and snide remarks, but she had said some unkind things as well! Sirius cringed a bit, remembering one particularly nasty argument they had outside of the great hall. It had been the seventh week into the term, and one of the loneliest weeks Sirius had had in years.
(Week 7- flashback)
The separation from Ella had started taking it's toll on him. However, it…er didn't occur the way he thought it would. When she'd ended the friendship, Sirius was gutted. If he was completely honest with himself, he did figure she'd realize she acted hastily and apologize straight away. And Sirius knew the second she'd come back to him he'd forgive all. He was stubborn, but those past five weeks of separation had made him realize how much he wanted her in his life. As a friend.
Just a friend. Sirius wasn't sure, if he'd gone mental over night, but that entire seventh week something changed for him. Clicked, like a light switch coming on. The time spent away from Ella made him realize how grown she truly was, how different. It also made him feel the least connected he had ever felt from her. In his mind, she became a different person from the freckled wide-eyed girl who'd punched him. And apparently, Sirius's subconscious fancied this person.
The entire seventh week, he would catch himself, staring at her. For some bloody unbeknownst reason Sirius kept finding himself gazing at her long hair, or the exposed skin between her trousers and blouse. A couple of times, on the pitch and in the corridor, Sirius had mistaken her for another. During these times, he'd see her long limber body, the slowly curve of her hips, and those exotic eyes. It would take him a minute or…five to come back to his head and even realize that it was Ella.
One time, on Wednesday, when she had stood fifty feet in front of Sirius, he had found himself checking out her arse. Bloody hell!, he had thought. What a nice bum! When she had turned slightly, showing Sirius the profile of her face, he realized it was Ella. When did her arse change into that! Has she always looked like that? Bleeding hell, LOOK AWAY! But despite his inner voice Sirius couldn't unglue his eyes the entire walk to DADA.
Thursday night of the seventh week, the most disturbing thing of all happened. Sirius started dreaming of her. It wasn't the first dream Sirius had ever had of his friend. In his past ones they had gone to concerts or played quidditch and even once had jinxed Jame's hair blue. But Sirius was fairly certain that she had never been licking frosting off his fingers, and rubbing her hips against him, in his past dreams. In fact, Sirius was positive he had never dreamt her to look so bloody… grown up? …shite, Sirius admitted, his dream-Ella was frighteningly gorgeous.
Her eyes were exotic against her tanned skin and her hair looked like a long curtain of chocolate silk. Bizzarely, in the dream, Sirius found himself most taken by his dream-Ella's freckles. The small brown dots smattered across her nose and cheeks, a few trailed down her neck onto her collarbone. And Sirius found he had never wanted anything more than to kiss each one. And as the dream progressed, he did, delicately and determinedly. Once he started kissing the dots on her, he couldn't stop himself, and for the life of him he had no desire to do so. She gasped and splayed her fingers throughout Sirius's hair, as he practically licked her collarbone. Bloody hell, she tastes like peppermint. And as her fingers moved in a rhythmic pattern throughout his black shaggy hair, her hips did as well. Back and forth, forward and back a little, causing Sirius to audibly groan.
And when he had found the last of her freckles hiding on the lobe of her ear, She leaned in and whispered his name; "Ace." Sirius sighed contently, feeling more at home than he had in ages. Trouble was that for him, he realized. Trouble was home. Once more she stretched up to whisper in his ear, but this time her voice was lower and felt like a bucket of cold water. "-"-ate, it's time to wake up."
Sirius awoke with a start. He sprang forward and his forehead collided with something hard. "BLOODY HELL! Are you trying to send me to mungos?" James snapped at him, while rubbing his own head.
Sirius groaned, "What were you doing leaning over me? you know I think you're pretty but-"
"Honestly, Sirius," James scolded. I was just trying to wake you. I know you…er hate today so I let you sleep in a bit."
"and you also thought you'd wake me with a jolly morning head butt?" Sirius asked. "And what are you talking about, what day?"
James blinked, paused for a second and then adopted a wicked grin. "Oh right then" James said with a wink. "Ignorance is bliss, I get it."
Sirius, still confused just shrugged, and stifled the urge to pull the covers over his head to sleep more.
BLOODY FUCKING HELL! His dream. Sirius couldn't believe his subconscious had done this to him. He felt like he had just snogged Jame's great aunt. This was wrong. He shouldn't have been thinking, touching or…or, Merlin, kissing her that way. Staring at her was one thing, but imagining practically shagging her! Merlins pants! Sirius thought of how her hips felt against him. Her height definitely gave her an advantage in th- what the hell am I thinking. Sirius practically ripped out his own hair. Don't think about her hips, don't think about her hips, Sirius mentally chanted throughout getting dressed and the walk to the great hall.
The task became immensely easier the moment James and Sirius had walked into the great hall.
Oh, bollix! fucking hell! "Not today!"
James looked surprised at his reaction, "I thought you knew? I warned you earlier."
"You did not tell me this! I would have hidden in the restricted section all day if you had."
James chuckled and rolled his eyes. "it's just some muggle holiday, don't be daft."
Sirius still looked terrified, "its VALENTONES day, Christ, do you not remember how barmy these females get? Remember when Riley burned you last year, with that enchanted snog-o-gram? Or Tila Jenson nearly making me her love slave with those chocolate frogs she dosed? This is the bloody worst holiday in the world."
James chuckled at Sirius's dismay, realizing that this was the most animated he'd seen his mate all term.
By the end of the day, Sirius felt low. Not only had he almost been tricked into taking four love potions, he'd also already had to endure the songfest during breakfast and lunch. Honestly, where were the bloody teachers? As he sat at the table for dinner, Sirius seriously considered skipping the meal and hiding in the library. At least then he wouldn't have to see Longbottom and Alice snuggling or Milda and Corey Raphen trying to swallow each other's tongues. And Merlin's pants! Here came Violet Dodge again to drop hints on what holiday it was and shower him with snogs and chocolate frogs. Honestly, as if he couldn't tell it was Valentomes day from the obnoxious shade of pink throughout the hall. And Sirius would rather shag a hippogriff than touch any food a girl gave him today.
Just as Dodge sat down, he caught the sight of Arkie toward the left end of the table, talking closely to Dillonsby. She was listening intently, occasionally looking a slight bored but chuckling at whatever the git was whispering to her. When she did the latter, a proud smile would show on the prat's face. Dillonsby nodded at something Arkie said and then slowly Arkie leaned in and met her lips, tangling his hands in her brown hair.
To Sirius's dismay she parted her lips for the git, but awkwardly left her hands at her side. bloody hell NOT in public!
Sirius sprang to his feet. Shaking off the finger Dodge had been stroking up and down his bicep.
"Siri hunny what are yo-" Sirius cut her off with one loud shout, "Oi! DILLONSBY! PUT SOME BLOODY ICE ON IT."
As if she'd ben expecting it, Ella had pulled back from the kiss, stood, and walked directly to Sirius with narrowed eyes. Sirius felt a small victory when he looked past her to find a pouting Arkie. She stood a foot away from him, and pivoted in place. Harshly slapping her hair across his face.
" Watch it Dillo-"
Just as loudly as he had, she shouted across the great hall. "Right then, how many of you have snogged Sirius Black in this very hall?"
Sirius's eyebrows shot into his hair. Merlin's knickers!
About Twenty hands went up making Sirius realize two things. The first was that he felt just a bit smug, and chuckled at that. The second was that this may land Sirius in the hospital wing as multiple boys in the great hall were glaring heatedly between Sirius and their girlfriends, who currently had their hands raised into the air.
Ella nodded to the crowd, "Cheers! Glad that's settled!" Without even looking back at Sirius she marched over to Arkie, pulled him to his feet and fiercely kissed him.
Sirius felt furious, but he also noticed in a detached sort of way, how similar his dream-Ella kissed to this Ella. Her hands were splayed throughout Arkie's hair, just as hers were in Sirius's last night and subconsciously she rolled her hips to a rhythm.
And Sirius realized as she was kissing that git, that he no longer saw her as that younger sister, or tag-along. She was just a girl, who he missed desperately. And had inappropriate dreams about. Sirius grumbled at that, Those Bloody hips.
After thoroughly kissing the red-headed bloke. Ella turned and left the hall. But Sirius wasn't ready to let it go. He sprinted after her, catching her arm just outside of the doors.
"So is that what this is then? You're trying to out-whore me?"
She scowled, "Of course not!"
"Then what did that prove?"
He could tell she was frustrated by the way her left eyebrow kept raising. Sirius was pleased he still remembered that and for a moment felt closer to her. Until she yelled, "IT PROVED YOU'RE A HYPOCRITE!..."
She closed her eyes and sighed. "Just let me go Ace, I don't want to do this right now."
A stab of pain laced throughout him at the unintentional use of his old nickname. "Ella, please, just talk to me."
She didn't say anything but she turned to face him and quit struggling to free her arm of his grasp.
He asked again calmly, "What does being with Phillcott prove? Are you trying to drive me mental?"
Ella shook her head and laughed harshly. "You? Being with Ark has nothing to do with you. Hes a good bloke. and he doesn't mind that I'm no longer ten. In fact, I think he quite benefits from my age. "
He had heard something in her voice, something he couldn't place. To her ears it was false bravado, to Sirius' it was- "Do…christ, do you love him?"
"Why do you suddenly care Sirius? Afraid I might shag him?"
The thought hadn't even crossed his mind, but as soon as she implanted the idea, Sirius couldn't get the picture of Phillcott kissing those freckles out of his head.
Furious, he yelled, " THAT WILL NOT HAPPEN!"
Ella's eyes narrowed and harshly she replied, "Why not Sirius? Afraid I'll beat your number? What was it? One?"
Sirius heated at her casual reveal of such a deep secret. His notorious dating history was well known throughout Hogwarts, and true he had snogged all those girls with raised hands. But his family's reputation had worried him too much to put a girl in danger for anything more than quick-infatuation. He'd heard once when his favorite cousin, Andromeda, had fallen for a non-pureblood, their family had almost ended the boy. Sirius refused to take that risk. In fact, the only time he had gone further was last spring when Pamela Rodkin and himself were both pissed off firewhiskey. In truth, he barely remembered it.
Sirius had nothing worthwhile to say. His defenses immediately went up, pettily replying, "You don't want to shag him! He'd be bloody terrible!.. Like a blind-"
"STOP! Stop telling me what I want or who I am. You obviously don't even know me!" She paused, trying to control her rage... "How could you go weeks, WEEKS, without realizing I was upset?"
Sirius was speechless, desperately wondering the same thing himself.
Ellas searched his face, looking for something and quietly said, "right. I think I'll shag whoever I want. It's not like I'm waiting around for you to-"
"Sirius! Sirius!" Peter called as he ran into the corridor, followed by Remus.
Remus looked apologetically at either of them. "Sorry to interrupt. We're going back to the room,we'll meet you back there-"
"No," Ella interjected. "We're done here." And stormed off.
(Week 10)
Yea, Sirius's life was Ace- or great or whatever. Bloody fannnnntastic. James was in love with a loony. (Evans had practically ripped him to shreds yesterday at dinner and what a great mate James was, to just laugh and painfully point out Sirius's biggest mistake with Ella.)
Dillonsby was in love, about to bloody shag a complete git. Even Remus fancied that blonde hufflepuff he did prefect rounds with, despite being terrified to get close to anyone due to his "furry little problem." And Sirius? Sirius had Violet Dodge on occasion. And practically every night, which Sirius found himself looking forward to, he had his very own Ella Dillonsby in his dreams. And he found that to be Ace.
(Week 10)
Sirius Black was acting strange. And that was saying something since Ella barely talked to the bloke.
For the past few weeks, she'd catch him staring at her. Probably trying to see if he could spot her virginity disappearing. Ella cringed a bit at that. Their fight outside the hall had been particularly nasty. And she may have fudged some details on her and Arkie's relationship.
If it could be called a relationship. In truth, they laughed and snogged and teased but nothing of matter was ever spoken about. And the bloke had never asked her to be exclusive. Sometimes, when she'd do something wild or bizarre he'd give her a judgmental look and just awkwardly chuckle. But, it was fun. Which was the whole reason she started it in the first place. Or was that Sirius?
She sighed, thinking how much she missed his antics or the way he'd genuinely smile as the strange things she'd do. She hadn't been called Trouble in ages, and she desperately missed the affection behind the word. But Sirius would never treat her as an equal. Or not think of her as just a girl without cringing. No, she would always be the little helpless sister to him. He didn't respect her at all.
It was best this way, she kept reminding herself. Best for her personally at least. Quidditch practices had been….rough.
The first few after their row were the easy enough. Her position as beater, and his as keeper kept interaction on the pitch to a minimum. But every few practices, he'd yell to her or James to "wake her arse up," or "do her bloody job and watch the bludger." Yea. At those moments that last place she wanted to be hitting the bludger was away from him. But out of the spirit of teamwork, and perhaps because she did like him without brain damage, Ella refrained.
However, it was easy to notice how the two's row had affected the collectivity of the team. The whole team was just..slightly off. They moved out of sync, dropped easy passes and missed easy shots. James had repeatedly scolded that they were "playing with their heads stuck up their arses." And Ella couldn't help but feel responsible for that. Unless her and Sirius figured out how to co-exsist on the team they may cost Gryffendor their shot at the Quidditch Cup. They were already in the lead, but one slip or out of sync play in next weeks game, and victory could easily slip through their fingers.
And in the eighth week of the term, Sirius dropped his cold indifference and started acting strange towards Ella. He started staring at her on and off the pitch, for some bloody unbeknownst reason. She would feel his eyes on her as she was circling around for the bludger and then he would let though a shot or practically fall off his broom to save one in the knick of time.
At these moments Ella couldn't help but wonder why the bloody hell he was staring at her! Did she have something on her face? Did he miss her. She sincerely hopped it was the latter, but found the former more likely.
She had even asked Lily for advice on how to best get him to stop acting so terribly. Lily suggested talking to him. Ella suggested murder.
Thankfully, Sirius's behavior did mellow out in the following weeks. This week was the tenth week of the term and Ella found his behavior strange, but less intense than she had previously.
Whenever Ella would talk to the marauders in his presence, she would feel his eyes staring at her not saying a word. Strangely, Ella missed the old "Sirius-like" comments he had made previous to this change. Despite their fight, he used to take time whenever she was around to slightly tease her.
He used to say things like, "Are you planning to broadcast my snogging history to the prophet next?" or "Is Phillcott still afraid of a little eye contact?"
But since that seventh week in the term, when she had mislead him about her plans to shag Arkie, (which were entirely nonexistent), he hadn't made one playful or slightly nasty comment in her presence.
Instead, he just stared at her a lot. Which Ella just ignored trying not to let it drive her mental.