A/N: Warning! Some drug use and STRONG sexual scenes
"I mean what's the point in watching something you've already experience," Draco sneered, causing his friends to snigger like a pack of vicious hyenas circling their prey.
Ella's blood ran cold. She couldn't believe the boy she'd grown to trust over the summer would actually do such a thing to her. But he had and she just had to accept that he really was the vile creature that everyone had told her he was.
"Pha! You wish!" Fred snorted, backed up by the everyone else on the Gryffindor team; everyone, that was, apart from Ella.
"Oh no, it's true," he shrugged nonchalantly, "just ask your little girlfriend,"
"Now you're just being absurd!" Fred scoffed. "Isn't he Ella?" He turned to the girl, who appeared to have zoned out of the conversation all together. "Ella?! Tell me he's lying,"
But Ella just shook her head miserably. She tried to find the right words to say but they kept getting stuck in her throat.
"I'm sorry," she finally choked out, in such a small voice that her words were barely audible.
"You've got to be kidding me,"
Ella felt sick at the disgust Fred was looking at her with.
"Fred, it was just over summer," she pleaded, "I was so torn up and-"
"Don't!" He barked at her. The rest of the pitch now stood still and silent, watching the commotion unfold below. "Don't you dare use our daughter as an excuse for sleeping around,"
The pair stared at one another with such an intensity that no one dared breath too loud for fear of interrupting them.
"I know most people tend to like the less...used...ones but I have to say, sometimes there's nothing like a good old slut to keep you satisfied. However, she wasn't all she's been made out to be," Draco's voiced sliced through the silence as he bragged to his fellow teammates as they sauntered off the pitch.
Before anyone could stop him, Fred snapped his head round and ran at the younger boy with a wildly dangerous glaze over his eyes.
"Fred!" Ella screamed, horrified at the sight as he started laying into the slimy git.
The next sequence of events all happened so quickly, she didn't even have time to comprehend what was going on. Before she knew it, she heard a sickening crunch as Fred's fist collided with Draco's jaw and that's when it all began. Soon enough, Draco and his little side kicks were giving enough a fight back for George then Harry to also get involved in the fighting whilst Ella just looked on in horror.
"Stop!" she screamed as Angelina held her back, wrapping her arms around her waist as she thrashed in an attempt to free herself and put a stop to the fight. "Stop! Stop!" She wailed.
"That is ENOUGH!" Professor McGonagall yelled on her arrival onto the pitch, accompanied by Snape.
The boys from both houses immediate ceased their pursuits for one another's blood but refused to remove their eyes from the opponents.
"All of you, headmaster's office now!" She barked at them, rounding the blood spattered and bruised boys off the pitch. "That's you too miss potter," she added sternly to Ella who's face – if it was even possible – dropped even further.
Begrudgingly, she followed , cursing under her breath.
~~~~~~C~~~~~~
Sirius paced the dreary kitchen at grimmauld place for what must have been the hundredth length, kicking a rickety old chair as he passed it.
"Padfoot, will you sit down," Remus scolded him, "you're starting to make me feel sick."
Sirius just scowled like a young child and continue to pace. He loved Remus like a brother, after all they were the only two of their original trio – they obliterated the rat that had always tagged along years earlier when it was discovered that it was he who betrayed the potters– left, but he didn't get how awful it was to have nothing to do all day everyday.
Since the ministry had started to get increasingly frantic over the past few months, Dumbledore had ordered a severe restriction on Sirius' movement and it was driving him up the walls.
He was no longer allowed to pop in to have dinner with the Wesley's, or take poly juice position to morph him into some passing by muggle with the intention of going out to a club and pulling; no. Sirius was confined to his horrible childhood home and he hated it.
"Just try and ride it out Pads," Remus tried to reassure his friend, "the kids will all be home for Christmas soon and there'll be plenty going on to keep you occupied,"
"I suppose so," Sirius grunted. It was true, the students would all be back for the Christmas break soon, but it just wasn't soon enough.
~~~~~~C~~~~~~~
Over an hour later, Ella was still sat outside of the Headmaster's office, Angelina by her side, waiting to be seen. The Slytherins had long since been sent down to their dungeon common room but still Ella had not heard a word of what was going on.
Eventually, the large mahogany wood door heaved open, emitting a very severe looking Professor McGonagall, followed by a string of furious looking Gryffindor quidditch players. It angered her that they were obviously being punished for a fight that had only started when they'd been provoked. Why were teachers the only bloody people in the world that cared about who retaliated and who started it. Gits.
Fred's eyes bore into Ella as he stalked past. It was obvious he was still livid without even looking at him.
"Fred," she said timidly as he reached her but he just ignored her.
She ran after him, grabbing his forearm desperately. "Fred, please can we just talk," she pleaded. She couldn't bare the thought of losing him. Not again, not after everything and not over something so stupid.
"No, I don't want to talk to you. I can't fucking look at you without feeling disgusted," he spat, his disgust all too apparent in his voice.
Just Ella turned around, back towards the headmaster's office, she caught the eye of her brother, who quickly looked away. He couldn't even look at her either.
It felt as though someone had sliced her open and scooped every last ounce of her insides out until she was hollow and left as nothing but a gory empty mess.
"Miss potter, if you would please step inside,"
~~~~~~C~~~~~~
By the time Ella had been excused by the headmaster, the halls were pretty much empty and even Angelina must have made her way back to the common room at some point.
The castle had a certain eerie feel about it in the darkness, the flickering lanterns creating large, looming disconcerting shadows. The cold stone interior felt disinterested and lonely, reflecting her mood down to a tee.
As she neared the common room, Ella heard some muffled familiar voices from around the corner ahead.
"Fred!" She heard a sickeningly shrill squeal of laughter. Her heart thudded in her chest, as her palms began to glisten in a cold sheen of sweat.
Sure enough, as Ella rounded the corner, she was greeted by the horrifying sight of Fred pressing none other than Alicia Spinnet up against the wall, showering her with kisses and affection.
Ella didn't know whether to kick off or run away; throw up or pass out; or just cry.
As she stood there frozen, horrified by the scene before her, Alicia spotted her out the corner of her eye and a sickeningly smug smirk crept upon her lips as Fred's moved down her neck.
"Fred, wait," Alicia panted over dramatically.
"What is it?" He said rather impatiently, continuing to kiss and ravish her neck, not paying her words much attention.
"Fred," she snapped sternly, pulling his head up to meet her steely stare, "promise me you're done with that skank and you won't just go running back to her," Alicia put on such a sweet, deceiving smile it made Ella feel physically ill.
Fred's face hardened at the mention of girl - unbeknownst to him - was stood a matter of feet behind him.
"That was just sex, never meant anything," he mumbled and shrugged. Alicia smiled, satisfied as she watched the colour drain from and pressed her falsely Plump red lips to his.
The whole room begun to spin. This couldn't be happening, this couldn't be Fred speaking. Her Fred. Well not her's anymore.
Unable to stomach it any longer, no longer caring whether her presence was known or not, Ella dashed past the entangled couple – although she doubted they even noticed they were so caught up in one another – and straight up to her dormitory, where Angelina had been lounging on her bed, flicking through last month's copy if Witch Weekly.
By now, there was a heavy stream of tears flowing freely down her blotchy red cheeks.
"Oh, Ella," Angelina rushed over to where her friend had flopped in a defeated heap on her bed and began to cradle her head as she sobbed, "I'm guessing you've heard about Fred and alicia,"
Ella just shook her head desperately, "saw them," she choked out.
"Oh honey," Angelina petted her hair comfortingly, like a mother might do to a small child who's just fallen and scraped their knee.
Finally Ella sat up, wiping her sodden cheeks futilely, "he was so awful ang," her voice shook as she said the words.
"What did he say?" Angelina gasped, really at a loss to what this confrontation had consisted of. Sure, Fred was angry but he did love Ella, she was sure of it, and he would never intentionally hurt her; would he?
"He...he...it doesn't matter," Ella shook her head desperately, "I think I'll be better just going home for tonight,"
Angelina nodded, agreeing that the space might do her friend some good, time to clear her head, "be back by lunch, I'll tell the teachers you weren't feeling well so had a lie-in."
It was acceptable for students not to turn up to breakfast on a Sunday if they had a reasonable excuse and since there was no lessons, hopefully her absence could go unnoticed.
~~~~~~C~~~~~~
Sirius tipped back his fourth glass of fire whisky, downing its contents, before hurling the empty glass at the wall in frustration. Remus had left over an hour ago and he hated how long the nights had seemed to become and how lonely he constantly felt. Above all else, he felt useless. Apart from providing a headquarters, what use was he for the order; or anyone for that matter. Absolutely none, he was no use to anyone caged up in his heinous childhood home.
Just as he hazily flicked his wand to reassemble the shattered glass to fill it once more, there was a sudden popping sound behind him, causing him to physically jump.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to surprise you, I just didn't want to stay at school," Ella's voice was tight and sore as though she'd been crying. This suspicion was confirmed when he turned to see her bloodshot eyes and tear stained face.
"Oh Ella," he sighed,standing from his chair, all his previous anger and frustration melting instantly, "what's happened?" He embraced her firmly as she began to sob once more.
She couldn't stop the pain and hurt coursing through her body, so intense that she lost the ability to stay standing and crumpled into a heap on the floor, Sirius still holding her firmly as she let the harsh sobs and gasps for breath rack her whole body.
The pair stayed in that position long after her crying had begun to subside, before finally Ella spoke.
"You've been drinking," she stated planning, her voice scratchy, smelling the booze on his breath, "I hope you've saved me some."
~~~~~~C~~~~~~~
The room was hazy and everything was numb as Ella necked what must have been at least her eighth shot of firewhisky; or was it her nineth? Either way, she'd had too many but she'd stopped caring a long time ago. With the pain and hurt this terrible night had brought, she'd began to fondly reminisce of the numbing sensation that alcohol so kindly presented in times of great need.
Sirius clumsily shook the now empty bottle of firewhisky, looking at it intensely with a mixture of great sadness and interest.
"It's all gone," He exclaimed miserably, from his seat opposite Ella at the large kitchen table.
"Have you got anything stronger?" Ella asked, sullenly swilling the last of her glass.
Sirius seemed to ponder this question for a moment before jumping to his feet excitedly.
"Yes! But you can't tell Remus, he'll kill me," He giggled like a young girl before bounding over to one of the less frequently used - by it's appearance - kitchen cupboards and wrenched a small packet out of it.
"Is that what I think it is?" Ella laughed in a mixture of amusment at the elder man's fear of his best friend and disbelief.
"If you're thinking it's weed then you're right Darls," He drawled, slinging a lazy arm drukenly around her her shoulders, the crackling old muggle radio playing quietly in the background.
"My my, I never thought I'd see a pureblood resorting to muggle drugs," She teased him playfully, inwardly delighted at the thought of getting high out of her mind. So much for the quiet night at home... "Life must be bad,"
"You have no idea," He groaned, rolling up two joints, passing one to the younger girl, lighting it for her first. Taking a long drag from his own, he continued, "I'm so useless, I have no purpose other than being a hinderence to everyone,"
"Trust me, that's the last thing you are," Ella slurred slowly, taking a long sucking drag from her own joint. "I don't know what I'd have done without you over summer," She admitted, "you were my rock,"
"You're my late best friend's first born, I wasn't just going to abandon you," He laughed bitterly.
"It's more that you never gave up, no matter how much I pushed you away," She sighed, rocking in her chair and resting her heavy head on his firm, broad shoulder.
Just as Sirius opened his mouth to say something, a song came on the radio that he recognised; the Good Samaritan, by The Pierces. He stood abruptly from his chair and dropped down to one knee dramatically.
"Care for a dance?" He took the younger girl's petite hand in his rough one, and kissed it forwardly, as though he was still the young, devastatingly irresistible young, flirtatious boy he'd once so renownedly been.
Ella just giggled like a young girl, nodding as they both rose to their feet.
The song was slow and almost mournful as they stepped side to side gracefully in time to the music. One of Sirius' hands was wrapped around her slim waist, whilst the other cupped her small, seemingly delicate hand as they swayed to the beat.
The air in the kitchen was thick with cannabis smoke, much like the pair's minds; thick,hazy and blissfully numb and unaware of their actions or the consequences they might bring.
He was moving towards me like a deadly hurricane
but well the eye was on the sparrow but I was in the rain
rolled into town and blue was smoke into my eyes
But it was only for a moment but I was hypnotised
With a deep sigh, a sudden fatigue taking a toll over her body, Ella allowed her head to droop heavily onto Sirius's shoulder as they moved in sync.
Why can't I know the secrets that you're keeping from me,
Stop don't tell me now, cause there is only one day more and I don't know how
to bring to life the things that meant so much to me before
there is danger in your words that I cannot ignore
Ella tilted her overly heavy head up to Sirius', his stormy grey eyes meeting her distinctive emerald ones. The gaze was filled with such an intensity (albeit induced by drugs) that it took her breath away from her slightly.
Their bodies gradually ground to a halt in their swaying as the gaze lingered.
"Elle," Sirius whispered, his voice harsh and breathy, as he brought a rough hand up to her chin, tilting it upwards.
"Don't," She whispered back in the same tone, before she pressed her lips roughly against his.
It took him only a moment for his instincts to take over any rationality - that was already hindered by the excessive alcohol and cannabis consumption - as he kissed her back intrusively with passion and determination.
Regaining his senses for a moment, he pulled apart abruptly, panting heavily, "we shouldn't,"
"I guess I just can't help myself," she replied seductively, pressing her lips erotically against his once more. However, this time, they did not stay this way for long when Sirius' moved down to her neck, nipping and sucking at her sensitive skin, causing her to inhale sharply.
He repeated this motion but this time, she managed to catch the moan in her throat as he kissed her neck, his tongue running up and down the column with familiarity. Shivery when his hand snaked up to cup her breast through her thin school blouse, feeling rather than hearing his growl of approval.
Turning his head to kiss him, his fingers tweaked her nipple briefly before tracing down the back down her flat stomach, flipping into the folds of her robes, his body now holding her against the bare, dusty kitchen cupboards.
"We should go upstairs," She whispered, her breathy request falling on deaf ears.
"You don't mean that, Witch," He replied wickedly, kissing the corner of her mouth as his fingers slipped that little bit lower than they ought to. He caught her moans of pleasure with another searing kiss.
Ella shuddered in his arms as his fingers slipped between her skimpy cotton underwear and her velvety smooth skin.
He found her wet and ready for him, exploring her at first with the same unhurried movements as his tongue in her mouth. When he touched upon her sensitive nub, she bucked in his arms as she felt him swell against her thigh.
His fingers started out slow, rubbing in tantalizing circles over and over again until she was dizzy with need. Along with the drugs and alcohol, sex was the only other known release to Ella from pain and hurt and it was bloody good when all three were combined well.
He shifted a little, moving his hand lower, cupping her entire core before he slipped two fingers inside of her. She felt the invasion and was helpless to stop the small meling sounds of pleasure that escaped her mouth into his. Even at this new angle, he was going too slow and she craved that harsh violent way she'd grown to know in her life prior to Hogwarts; the only way of sex that was as far away from anything love related possible, and Sirius relented.
Violently, not being able to hold back any longer, he scooped up her petite frame in his arms and threw her roughly to the sprawling kitchen table which they'd previously been sat drinking at.
Before either was fully aware of what was happening, they were both lying in nothing other than their minimal underwear, their clothes scattered around the floor haphazardly.
In one sharp, impatient move, Sirius thrust into Ella at a relentless pace, causing her to cry out in what probably would have been pain had it not been for the numbing effect of the firewhisky.
Ella felt her whole body shudder and shake as she reached her climax suddenly, Sirius following not long after. They lay in a panting pile of a tangle of limbs on top of the table whilst the both fought to regain their strength, neither quite sure of what had just happened.
Sirius was the first to recover, rolling on his lean side, propping himself up on one elbow.
"How about we go upstairs and do that again," He winked wickedly, grabbing Ella by the forearm and dragging her up the stairs to his master bedroom before she had a chance to reply.
A HUGEEEEEE thank you to my lovely reviewer (who decided the remain anonymous but knows who they are) who's review was my inspiration to take this story up again - as I'd sort of ditched it - and get this chapter out for Christmas as a present to all my lovely followers. I will try and update more regularly but I'm going to be honest (sorry to moan at christmas) but it is quite hard to find the motivation to write when there's no feedback. Thanks again,
xoxo -C
