Amity

"What the hell was that?" His voice came out in a hiss.

She shrugged, knowing her casualness would infuriate him further, and slid her wand back in her robes.

"McKinnon," He moved to stand closer to her, "You can't jump in the middle of a fight like that!"

She tossed her hair over her shoulder and looked up at him with cool indifference while her heart beat frantically in her chest and her hands trembled.

"Pads, let's get out of here," Remus shoved Mulciber's limp form against the wall.

Sirius looked down at Avery and gave him a shove before grabbing her wrist.

"We'll see you in the common room, Moony."

"Let go of me, Black," Marlene pulled her arm away from him, worried he would feel her tremble.

"We're not having this conversation here." He gestured wildly at Mulciber and Avery now shoved up against the corridor wall.

Marlene rolled her eyes and moved quickly in the direction Sirius had originally pulled her. "And what conversation are you hoping to have?"

Sirius reached out and gripped her arm, pulling her behind a tapestry that led down a hidden passage.

"We're going to talk about how you can't do that!"

"Fight? I thought I did rather well at it." She pulled her wand and lit the passage around them before moving quickly to hide the trembling of the light in the bouncing of her steps.

"Will you stop?!" He moved in front of her before boxing her against the wall. "You scared the fucking hell out of me!"

Her trembling was obvious now as the light wobbled around them and she knew he could see her chest shakily rising and falling.

"Will you look at me?!"

She tried to steel herself, but as her eyes met his, her mind was right back to when she had turned the corridor and saw a jet of green whiz past Sirius' head and the panic that gripped her as she went running towards him, wand blazing.

"I hate you so much," and she dropped her wand to pull him into her because, Merlin, he almost died!

"Stop shaking," his arms gripped her shoulders tightly.

"I can't," She buried her face in his neck. "I thought he was going to kill you."

"Marls," he nuzzled her cheek with his nose, "you're so dramatic."

"No!" She shoved him away. "I'm not dramatic! People care about you, prat! I fucking care!"

"I fucking care too!" He stormed. "Why do you think I'm pissed?! He tried to kill me and then you came running in? You were going to be his next target!"

"So you expect me to just watch?! News flash, Black, I don't sit back and watch!"

"Damnit, stop shaking!" He gripped her trembling hands and seemed to gain some stability in the action. "Please stop shaking."

"I told you I can't."

"Come here," he pulled her back into his embrace and held her tightly against him. "I know you won't stand and watch, but just, don't die, alright?"

Her body shook more with her chuckle. "I'll try my best, but only if you don't die either."

"Fair."

He nuzzled her cheek with his nose again, and this time she turned into him, bringing their lips together and moving her arms to grip around his waist, losing herself in the reassurance of his presence.

"Finally," he murmured against her lips, "I thought you'd shake until your bones dislocated."

"Shut up, Black," she smiled against him, her heartbeat increasing for a much more desirable reason this time around.