"This is so pointless, I'm leaving," huffed Remus, scowling at the closed door to the Transfiguration classroom. The seventh year Gryffindors had their final careers advice meeting with their head of house and they were lounging on the benches in the first floor courtyard, soaking up the blazing sunshine as they waited for their appointments. They had wasted most of their day convincing Remus to attend his own session with McGonagall, his enthusiasm in finding a job was dwindling again since he still hadn't heard anything back from the Daily Prophet and he refused to hunt for another position amongst the dozens of advertisements in the papers, he was so incredibly insistent that he was wasting everyone's time that he was starting to get on their nerves.
"No you're not, now be a good boy and do what you're told," Sirius objected first, yanking Remus back by the shoulder and forcing him to sit down on the bench beside him.
"This is compulsory, you have to attend," said Lily factually, offering Remus a sympathetic look, "you can't count yourself out, we haven't graduated yet and more job opportunities will come up during the summer, you're not out of options." She was sitting opposite him on her own bench, absently stroking her boyfriend's hair as she re-read the latest draft of her curriculum vitae, but she dropped her parchment to catch his finicky gaze.
"I have nothing to talk about in there," Remus jerked his head towards the classroom, "these career meetings are for students who have aspirations and futures, how can McGonagall give me advice if there's nothing out there waiting for me? She's gonna harp on about how I'm not applying myself again and I'm not in the mood to argue with her."
"There's plenty of jobs waiting for you out there Moony, don't be like this," James added his two cents as he readjusted his head, twisting in his awkward laying position to look at Remus, "that's literally the point of these meetings, McGonagall can give you the support and the resources you need."
"Stop playing Head Boy for a moment and be serious about this," Remus spat back, "I don't see how she can find me a job that is tolerant of werewolves."
"How do you know that? Maybe she's really well-connected in the werewolf world? Or she might have a pamphlet for graduates with life-changing afflictions, you never know until you ask," Giselle interjected from the floor. She was suffering from a crippling back ache and sitting down on a chair wasn't a viable option for her at the moment, but she didn't need to sit properly to get a good view of her sulking friend. "Plus you can't count the Prophet out yet, you have to stay positive!"
"No, I have to be real, and you and Prongs should too. Have you two even considered looking for a backup job since no one replied to you two either? What are you gonna do if Quidditch falls through?" he asked, bitterness tainting each word, and James immediately sat up and stared at Remus as though he had cursed his first-born.
"Excuse me? We don't need a backup plan, Elle and I have a little something called faith, I don't know whether you've heard of it or not but you should try having some yourself, it might loosen the stick stuck up your arse," said James with a tut, shaking his head, "I know it might feel good but it's not worth it, brother."
"A stick up the bum never hurt anyone though, that's what I've always said," shrugged Sirius, "I vote that you keep the stick in there a little longer."
"What kind of stick is it?" wondered Giselle, blinking expectantly at the upside down boys on the bench, and she could see Lily masking her laughter with a seemingly disgusted head shake in the corner of her eye.
"It's about ten inches," guessed James.
"Rather girthy," added Remus.
"Flesh coloured," Peter failed to stay out of the conversation as he chirped up from behind his book.
"And it's absolutely smothered with lube," Sirius concluded, "and I mean like the 'a bunch of snails had an orgy on it' type of lube, like super sticky snail cum."
"Sirius! Ew! That is the most repulsive thing I've ever heard! Shut up!" Lily cackled, struggling to breathe. Giselle tried not to jolt her back but her fits of giggles had propelled her forwards and she yelped out in pain, her face screwed up as she failed to stop the nerve spasm in time. Sirius instinctively jumped out of his seat to help her, alarmed by the strange sound she made, but the door to the Transfiguration classroom burst open and Marlene walked out, smiling meekly at the group as she rejoined them in the courtyard. Without pausing Sirius spun on his heel and sat back down, quietly whistling to himself, and Giselle fought through the pain to reposition herself so the bench legs acted as her backboard, trying her best to keep her agony off her freckled face.
"How was your meeting?" Lily asked Marlene, nudging James and shuffling up on the bench so she could join them, but Marlene politely snubbed her offer and knelt down beside Giselle, getting comfortable on the floor.
"It went well, better than last time which was a shock, but McGonagall suggested I apply for a job at the Ministry again," she said with a scoff, and Giselle immediately booed the professor's idea.
"Boo! Bad idea! That's social suicide!" she exclaimed, and Marlene laughed, gesturing at her supportive friend as Lily pursed her lips at them.
"See? Elle gets it, I don't want to work there, it'll be depressing and I don't want to surround myself with negative energy," said Marlene with a determined nod, but an accidental rib brush from Marlene's elbow had disturbed Giselle's sturdy sitting stance and she whimpered, tears welling in her eyes. It felt as though someone was constantly bashing the head of a hammer into her coccyx, each stab of pain froze her brain for a split second and she had to concentrate hard to act as though everything was fine in front of Marlene, but for the first time in a few days she failed.
"Fuck!" Giselle swore, succumbing to her injury, and Marlene looked crestfallen.
"Is your back still hurting?" She uttered in horror, her bright eyes expanding with guilt, and Giselle eventually confessed.
"Like a motherfucker, you got me good McKinnon," she muttered, avoiding the prying glances from those around her, but she noticed Sirius was still whistling, his nose buried in Peter's book pretending he couldn't hear them.
"I told you to tell me if you were still in pain," Marlene moaned, tearing her handbag open and shuffling through her organised mess to find the appropriate pain-killer, "Elle, I'm so sorry-,"
"So am I, let's not do this again," Giselle interrupted, hoping to avoid another hair-raising conversation, and Marlene smirked, agreeing wholeheartedly as she passed Giselle a glowing violet potion phial that would soothe her injury. Giselle always thought she was a decent dueller, she put up a good fight when her opponents were vicious and she was particularly gifted in using powerful defensive charms, but she didn't stand a chance in hell against Marlene when she was in a murderous rage, she found this out pretty quickly after her detention in the kitchens.
The Charms professor kept the pair in the basement for hours despite the fact Sirius had dozed off multiple times while he pretended to scrub the floors, and the sun started to set behind the mountains by the time they re-surfaced. Nobody was in the dark Entrance Hall when they emerged, the silence of the evening felt like a blessing descended from the gods watching them and Giselle savoured the goosebumps that covered her entire body when Sirius snatched her by the waist and pushed her against the nearest wall, delirious from exhaustion and his yearning to taste her again.
"We don't have to go back to the tower," he suggested between kisses, his voice irresistibly thick, and Giselle could only drag him closer. The sensation of his lips on the softness of her neck brought back the ravenous burning that oozed behind her navel and she couldn't catch her breath when he left dark red bruises on her freckled skin as though marking his territory. She wanted to surrender to his siren call, he wanted her so badly that she could feel his erratic heartbeat beneath her fingertips, but doing so on the same day he broke up with Marlene… that wasn't an option.
"We have to," she stammered, raking her nails through his short hair until he shuddered, but it only spurred him on further and he trapped her against the stone with his hips, refusing to let her go.
"No we don't, not tonight, c'mon Princess," he hissed, provoking the sensual creature that was dying to explode out of Giselle, and she started to pant when nibbled her earlobe, "let me steal you away for one night…"
The throbbing that flooded her abdomen made her knees weak, the heat that she had been searching for finally returned but it was burrowing even deeper. She had been waiting for this moment for years but she couldn't give in. Tonight wasn't the night.
"I'm sorry, I can't do that to Marls," Giselle dampened the mood with a soft sigh, but Sirius wasn't dissuaded whatsoever.
"All the more reason to avoid the tower, you can deal with her tomorrow," he said with urgency, "she already thinks we fucked, we might as well-,"
"What happened to wanting a fresh clean start? If I don't go back to my dorm tonight then she's not going to believe a word I say, she'll think that we've been lying and I'm not letting that happen. I don't want to ruin our friendship, Sirius, she needs her friends now more than ever and we're still her friend even if she currently hates us," she interjected, slightly peeved that he wasn't on her wavelength.
"She cut my hair off! I have every right to be angry at her, and it's not like we're going to have sex right in front of her," he corrected her, but his naughty smirk curled further, "...unless you're into that."
Giselle cocked a brow as she caught the twinkle in his grey eyes and her entire face flushed scarlet when she thought back to the night she lost her virginity. The pervasive and crude memory invaded her thought process like a virus and she shivered, dangerously aroused by the ideas that used to fill her head, and the mere prospect of Sirius finding out about her particular taste made her anxious. He would never let it go. "Uh-," she began.
Sirius' eyes ballooned, startled that he had somehow stumbled upon a secret kink of hers. "Wait, are you into that?" he blurted out.
"No! Merlin no, I'm not an exhibitionist," Giselle giggled, trying to play it off, but Sirius wasn't convinced in the slightest.
"Liar, you like being watched, don't you?" he nudged her, continuing to distract her from the idea of fleeing as he kissed her neck, "I can only imagine the kind of show you'd put on. That explains why you flashed Walters."
"I flashed him so he wouldn't catch the others kidnapping the Ravenclaws, that's it," said Giselle through heavy breaths. The faint grapefruit aroma that followed Sirius ensnared her, she couldn't get away from him no matter how hard she tried… but she wasn't really trying, the burning in between her legs was addictive and he was making his own needs known to her with a firm hip thrust. He was swelling against her stomach, proving that he was ready and each neck kiss only intensified his arousal, but she dared to encourage his explicit behaviour by letting him touch her. Her thin summer dress felt practically threadbare, every hair stood up on her body when he delicately trailed a single finger up her scorching thigh, bringing the hem of her dress with it.
Girl, just fuck him, we've been waiting for this for so long! her subconscious groaned, feeling tortured beyond belief, but Giselle didn't cave.
"Then what is it? What turns you on the most?" asked Sirius, also not giving in to her protests, and Giselle had to chew on her bottom lip when his wandering hand reached the curve of her arse.
"If I tell you then we have to go back to the tower," she compromised, holding his gaze to stop his persistent pecks, "I need to speak to Marlene."
"You drive a hard bargain, Crouch," huffed Sirius, continuing to rub himself against her, threatening her with a good time, "are you sure? Maybe we could continue where we left off back in the kitchens…?"
"No, you're knackered and you need to go to bed," Giselle murmured, smoothing her thumb over his cheek when she noticed how puffy his heavy eyelids were, he was about to pass out from exhaustion at any second and the food they had just scoffed in the basement was adding to his drowsiness. Sirius nuzzled into her soft palm and sighed, frustrated that she was right.
"Fine, I'll return to my cold, empty bed by myself, where no one will hold me until I fall asleep," Sirius complained, finally halting his seduction attempts, but he still needed the physical connection and they set off towards the Gryffindor den hand in hand, "but you've got to uphold your end of the bargain."
Drunk off the euphoria that Sirius evoked within her, Giselle mulled over her most intimate secret as they strolled, debating whether she should lie or not. It wasn't that she was ashamed of her fantasies, they weren't life-threatening nor did they break any laws, but it would certainly change Sirius' opinion of her - she knew that for certain. Whether it would be a positive or negative change, she was less sure. "Before I say this you've got to understand that I don't know where this particular fancy came from and I completely understand if it makes you uncomfortable-," she began but Sirius cut her off with a bark of laughter.
"Pffft, oh please Elle, there's nothing you could say that would turn me off," said Sirius, shrugging off her worries, "what is it? What have you been keeping from me?"
"It's not that I've been keeping it from you, it's more that I discovered I had this specific desire when I lost my virginity due to the specific conditions I was in, therefore you had no way of finding out because this happened while I was at Beauxbatons," Giselle rambled on, dancing around the point of their conversation with riff raff, and Sirius only grew more curious. A few people lingered in the staircase hall, ambling back to their common rooms after a late dinner, but the pair never noticed, their eyes were only on each other as they climbed.
"And what was this circumstance? What did you do?" drawled Sirius, prying it out of her with a few rib tickles and she squirmed, batting him away as she giggled.
"One night while I was sneaking around the palace, minding my own business like I always do, I ran into two other students. It was two guys in the year above who were off on their own mission, we chatted for a while and it turned out they were pretty cool," said Giselle slowly, feeling the blush in her cheeks as she replayed that night in her head, "we had similar interests in fashion, music, all sorts of stuff, and I was dying to have some positive social interaction for once so we agreed to hang out until sunrise. It wasn't until the two guys started making out that I realised that they were dating, and then one thing led to another-,"
"You had a threesome?!" Sirius gawked at her, missing a step as his jaw swung open in disbelief, and Giselle's face was as red as the crest on his robes.
"I mean, technically no," Giselle corrected him, still skirting around the truth, "but I did watch them… it was so hot," she shot him a shy smile, "and then, yes, maybe it progressed into a ménage à trois…"
Sirius blinked before unveiling his biggest, naughtiest smirk yet, and Giselle covered her face, mortified.
"You're a fag hag, aren't you?" he laughed, and she immediately slapped his arm.
"Don't say that!"
"No, I'm right," he corrected her, and he tightened his grip on her as he continued to tease, "well, well, well, Princess - suddenly everything makes perfect sense, I can see so clearly now. You like gay men-,"
"No, I like gay sex," she defended herself, but Sirius wasn't having any of it. He was giddy from Giselle's confession and he began to kiss her neck again, stimulated by the scandalous subject.
"You like watching men fuck each other," clarified Sirius, and Giselle could only nod, too tongue-tied to repeat herself. He knew all of her secrets now, there was nothing left to share, and her fretful worries slowly faded away when he pressed her for more information without any personal concerns. If anything, he was more enthralled.
"I cannot wait to tell Remus," he chuckled maniacally, wiggling his brows at Giselle as they reached the seventh floor, and her stomach plummeted, drowning her with pure panic. Oh hell no!
"No way, Black, this stays between us," she growled, pinching his loose tie knot and yanking him closer so he could see the threat in her eyes, "don't you even think about it." This was why she never mentioned anything before, she knew he would bring Remus into it, and the forbidden explicit fantasies that used to appear whenever she dwelled on her secret kink came rushing back as though she was fifteen again. She blamed them on her hormones, the dreams were a product of her simply missing her best friends while she was trapped at Beauxbatons, and now she was back at Hogwarts with them it was a whole different story - she would never dare to daydream about that ever again. Especially now she knew they were an official item in the past.
But once again, Sirius thought differently.
"That was a strong reaction," Sirius mused, his breath tickling her cheeks as he laughed at her, "pray tell, does Remus finding out about your attraction make you nervous?" He hissed the last word and a strange shudder rolled down Giselle's spine.
Yes.
"I dunno what you're talking about, I just don't want everyone to know," she purred back, poking him before skipping towards the Fat Lady painting.
"Lies! More lies!" sang Sirius, jumping after her, "you've totally thought about us doing it, haven't you?"
"No I haven't!" Giselle spluttered in the most unconvincing tone, and Sirius laughed harder. He couldn't believe his ears and the dark circles under his eyes practically disappeared when he beamed.
"Yes you have! Look at your face!" he jeered, poking her cheeks as he drew her in for another kiss, "I'm so dumb, how did I not see this before?! What about it turns you on?"
Giselle shushed him as they got closer to the nosy portrait, but they quickly continued their conversation in a whisper as they hurried on through to the busy common room, afraid someone would eavesdrop. "There's nothing manlier than a guy fucking another dude, it's extremely sexy, what can I say?" she said under her breath, feeling more confident with the matter. Glancing at the boys dormitory entrance with a pained look on his face, Sirius heaved a sad sigh and pouted at Giselle.
"Are you one hundred percent sure that you don't want to sleep with me tonight? I'll kick the other guys out?" He asked her one last time, and Giselle pushed him away with a cheeky wink.
"Goodnight Sirius," she reaffirmed, fluttering her lashes as she headed towards the girls' dorms, and he eventually retired to bed with the goofiest smile on his lips. His interest in her didn't waiver, he wasn't put off by her confession, and Giselle entered the girls dormitory with an equally wide smile. I think he liked that…
BANG!
"Aw fuck!" Giselle whimpered as she was blasted back out of her dorm where she collapsed in a heap on the stairs, discombobulated by the sudden attack. Heads poked out of the other girls' dormitories along the spiral stairs, curious to know who was fighting, but the doors snapped shut once they realised who had cast the spell, leaving the girls to their spat. Rubbing the throbbing bruise on her arse, Giselle cautiously climbed to her feet and locked eyes with a pink-faced Marlene who was watching from within their room, her chest heaving as she seethed. Her blonde curls stuck up at odd angles like bolts of electricity, she was still wearing the same ruffled pyjamas from this morning but Giselle's eyes zoned in on her wand - she gulped, Marlene looked downright lethal.
"Marlene, please-," Giselle held her hands up and gingerly limped into the room, but Marlene wasn't there to listen.
"You filthy, thieving whore," she spat, thrashing her wand and pinning Giselle up against the nearest wall, a strong force binding her arms and legs to the stone, rendering her attempts to grab her wand futile - her limbs were useless. A bead of sweat rolled down Giselle's face but she pretended to be cooler than a cold winter's breeze.
"How long have you been sleeping with him?" interrogated Marlene, her voice wobbling as she paced in front of her frozen victim, and Giselle managed to shake her head. The air around her felt heavier than sand, Marlene's grip on her was fiercer than she expected.
"I haven't been sleeping with Sirius, it's not like that Marls-,"
"Stop lying! Just tell me the truth!" yelled Marlene, sick of hearing the same answer over and over again. "Did it start when you came back in September? Was your hatred an act? I thought you were my friend, Giselle!"
"I am! I am your friend and that's why I need you to listen!" Giselle cried, exasperated. It was like talking to a brick wall, this wasn't going anywhere. "Please, just listen to me for one moment, that's all I ask, and then after I speak you can do whatever you like to me, no questions asked." Her heart was pounding against her ribs, rattling her chest and increasing her painful palpitations, but she maintained eye-contact and fought against Marlene's transfixing hex. She had to get through to her, she didn't have a choice.
"Why? So I can listen to you explain how you stole my boyfriend?" cackled Marlene, unconvinced.
"I didn't steal him, Sirius made his choice of his own volition," said Giselle.
"He said you told him you were still in love with him," retorted Marlene through her teeth, sickened by the facts, but Giselle blinked back the tears and nodded.
"Yes, I did do that," she admitted, "but I needed to tell him, I've been lying to myself all year, I was so adamant that I wasn't in love with him that it was poisoning me, I couldn't keep it in anymore and I truly am sorry that my actions hurt you, that wasn't my intention."
"But you intended to take him, you intended for him to break up with me even though I love him? What isn't clicking, Elle? Do you not care about me at all?" Marlene fought back, tears sneaking their way into her voice as she started to spiral again. Another wand flick and Giselle smashed into the floor at a tremendous speed, but she yelled out in agony when she landed awkwardly on one of Marlene's textbooks and the sharp book spine pummelled into her coccyx, damaging a nerve or two. Marlene's hold on Giselle was incredible, her legs refused to move a centimetre.
"No, I had no idea if Sirius was going to reciprocate and we both hate that you were hurt in the process of all of our shit, it was never supposed to work out like this," Giselle pushed through the pain and rambled on, "of course I care about you, Marls, I love you-,"
"No you don't!" Marlene shrieked, glaring down at her as she shook, "if you loved me then you wouldn't have given him your bleeding letters! You should have left him alone!"
Something snapped in Giselle, the persistent stabs at the bottom of her back was pressuring her to explode, the anger came all too quickly. "Don't be so fucking selfish, of course I was going to give him the stolen letters, Marlene, I was thinking about Sirius' needs - not mine. He deserved to know the truth, don't you agree? If you truly loved him you would want him to be happy, just like how he wants you to be happy," she said through gritted teeth, scowling up at the upside down Marlene above her. Arguing was exhausting, Giselle didn't know how much she had left in her and she waited, pleading with the universe to help her friend.
A splash of moisture hit Giselle's cheek and she suddenly realised Marlene was crying. Her tremors were worsening, her shoulders started to shake.
"But I'm h-happy with him," she managed to splutter, confidence draining out of her voice like the tears down her face, "I tried to make him happy b-but…"
Giselle realised Marlene was finally starting to unwind and she persevered with cautious words. "You guys haven't been happy for a while, I know it sucks but please let me be here for you," she said in her most considerate voice, refusing to break their tense eye-contact. Her head was swimming from the repeated bashing and her back was practically numb, her bed was calling her name from across the room but she still didn't give in.
Marlene's face spasmed and her defensive walls shot straight back up. "Stop! Stop doing that!" she growled, shuffling back in embarrassment as she wiped away her tears, but Giselle craned her aching neck to maintain her gaze.
"Stop what?"
"Stop trying to be my friend! It's infuriating!" she cried.
"But I am your friend! I don't care! Let me help you!"
"No!"
"Marlene! For fucks sake, let me love you!"
The force gripping Giselle loosened slightly and she whimpered, adjusting to the new albeit limited freedom. Marlene's knees gave way and she fell, succumbing to her overwhelming tears as she cupped her face. Her wand rolled lazily across the floor and Giselle finally groaned, clutching her wounded back as she sat up to face the sobbing girl.
"You've gone through some real shit this year, this was literally the last thing that you needed and I cannot apologise enough for adding more drama to your life, but I'm going to try and make it up to you," murmured Giselle after a moment, testing the waters to see if Marlene would allow any physical contact, and she bravely placed a hand on her shoulder.
"This fucking s-sucks," Marlene hiccuped, peeking through her fingers to glare, "you really fucking suck, Elle."
"I know I do," muttered Giselle, taking the hit, and she dared to wiggle her thumb affectionately against her shirt. Marlene still didn't pull away.
"And M-Mary isn't here so I have no one to bitch about you to anymore, Lily is terrible at bitching about you," sniffed Marlene, her voice grizzled with sadness, and Giselle couldn't help her snort of laughter. Aw, I guess that's nice to know.
"I could never achieve Mary's level of sass but I can try, bitch to me instead, I'm here for you," she suggested and it seemed to capture Marlene's attention. Her whimpers quietened and she slowly removed her shielding hands like a shy child after facing the wrath of a parent.
"I can't do that," she mumbled.
"Sure you can! Look, I'll start!" Giselle encouraged, compartmentalising her agony as she climbed to her feet and scooped up Marlene's hands in an attempt to pull her off the ground, "can you believe the audacity of that slut, Giselle? I heard she once tossed off an intern in her father's office at work, she has no class."
Marlene blinked, a little thrown from her passing remark, and the deep crease between her brows was fighting to remain. "You really don't have any shame, do you?" she spat, checking to see if Giselle would snap at her, but she simply shrugged.
"It's the seventies, Marls, love is love and women shouldn't be ashamed of expressing their sexuality," she explained, but remembering that she was supposed to be trashing herself she added, "but let's be honest, that's just a fancy way of saying I'm an attention-seeking tart." Giselle's heart skipped when Marlene squeezed her hands and begrudgingly climbed up from the floor, visibly irked that Giselle's plan was working.
"You certainly are attention-seeking," she grumbled, but when she shoved Giselle it felt more playful than malicious, "and I fucking hate you so much right now…"
"I know," whispered Giselle. Her gut was pining for her to reach out and hug her, she could see Marlene physically hurting right before her eyes and it killed her, but before she could act Marlene sobbed and pounced at her, dragging her into a suffocating embrace and burying her face in Giselle's glossy locks.
"I've been waiting for him to break up with me but I didn't think it would actually happen," she broke down, now yearning for Giselle's affection, "he's always loved you, I just wanted to feel loved too."
Fighting back tears, Giselle reciprocated her warmth and smoothed her bouncy hair back, struggling not to chew on her flyaways. "But you are loved, so very much, Marls. We all love you, so let me help fix the mess I made. You deserve it," she promised.
After a few more gentle words of encouragement, Giselle managed to convince Marlene to jump in the shower, promising it would make her feel better. She fetched her the softest pair of pyjamas she could find whilst swapping a few more self-deprecating insults to make Marlene smile, thankfully it didn't take her long to distract Marlene from the pain she was suffering and it helped her own pulses of agony too. Giselle shuffled through Lily's potions basket and gave Marlene the remnants of what she hoped was Pepperup Potion, and once she slipped into her own nightdress she scrambled around her chest for her secret stash of chocolate, a habit she had picked up from Remus, and snuck into Marlene's bed.
"Elle?"
"Mary was famous for her cuddles and I, as small as I may be, am known to be quite the cuddler too so turn around and scoff this chocolate with me," she puffed, wriggling around under her duvet, and Marlene mustered a fragile smile as she nibbled her hazelnut piece. Her long legs brushed against Giselle's but she didn't recoil, instead she shuffled in closer. The delicate scent of her tropical hair mist whafted from their shared pillow and Giselle winked at her through the darkness, glad that her friend was smiling again. She knew she could get through to Marlene, she was never one to resort to violence and she knew she'd feel terrible for attacking Giselle in the morning, but the delicate foot strokes was enough confirmation that Marlene's hostility wasn't permanent.
"I'm thinking we should steal lots of ice cream after class tomorrow for our DADA study session, personally I think you need triple chocolate but I'm willing to compromise with mint instead," whispered Giselle, but Marlene's face dropped and she gasped, paling dangerously fast.
"Oh shit! The kitchens! I'm so screwed, I totally forgot about the-," Marlene began to pant.
"Don't worry, that's already sorted," Giselle interjected to put a stop to her oncoming panic attack, and Marlene paused, mid freak-out.
"Er, how?"
"Where do you think I've been all day? You're off the hook, McKinnon, Sirius and I have detention for the rest of the year and the teachers have no idea you were involved," she said simply, focusing more on the last of her chocolate bar than the seriousness of her confession, and Marlene stayed quiet, mulling everything over. Giselle knew she had spotted the lovebites on her neck, Marlene would know exactly what they meant, but instead of reigniting the sensitive subject she frowned.
"Who caught you down there?" wondered Marlene.
"McGonagall and Flitwick," Giselle replied, "you can imagine their reactions, they were thrilled of course."
"Has McGonagall sent a letter to your father?" Marlene continued, and Giselle let her gaze drift around the room as her stomach churned. She fully expected a letter or at least a visit this evening but it was past nine o'clock already, maybe Bartemius was waiting until the morning to announce the big news.
"Yup," she admitted, "this time tomorrow I'll be a free woman." It sounded strange to say, she expected a rush of excitement that would fill her up until she exploded, or she would have a smile she couldn't remove… but instead she felt nervous. The flutters weren't pleasant, they were nauseating and they didn't mix well with her back injury, she couldn't quite get comfortable and she fidgeted under the covers.
"You didn't need to do that," said Marlene, touched.
"But I wanted to," replied Giselle.
"Still… Being disowned by your family is tough and you shouldn't have to go through all of that, especially for something I caused," uttered Marlene, acknowledging the other elephant in the room, "you don't need your family, you've got us. I still hate you right now, but deep down you know I love you, right? We're a family and families hate each other sometimes but that's ok, our pride sticks together." She pulled Giselle's arm around her and burrowed into the covers, assuming the small spoon position, and Giselle gratefully accepted her favourite role as the big spoon. Tears stung her eyes for the first time as she dwelled on her impending disowning but she pressed her cheek into the crook of Marlene's neck and concentrated on her soft heartbeat as she drifted off instead.
Families hate each other sometimes but that's ok…
The days of civility that followed took the rest of the Gryffindors by surprise, they didn't expect Marlene and Giselle to arrive at breakfast the next day arm in arm, chatting as though nothing had happened between them, but they matched their moods and played along, they were simply relieved that Marlene wasn't showing active signs of depression. Sirius, however, had been dealt the worst card of the bunch, Marlene didn't hold back any of her animosity and she insulted him whenever she could but Sirius took her jabs with grace, he was delighted that his intended fresh start was on the horizon so they bounced off like water on waxed parchment. He gave Giselle props for thinking ahead and combating Marlene straight away - "Ok, yeah, you were right but I still think we should have spent the night together… I can't stop thinking about you," he whispered into her ear when they headed to class, wary of Marlene's gaze on them, but a solid fist of tension punched her in the gut and she huffed - she couldn't stop thinking about him either, she had never been this horny before.
Although her relationship with Marlene was on the mend, Giselle mentally slapped herself for subconsciously surrendering all of her freetime. Marlene asked to hang out with her and Lily after class every single day and the girls automatically said yes, Giselle didn't want to tell her that she would much rather spend the night messing around with her ex and her words of agreement came out before she could think of another believable excuse. Sirius was understandably frustrated that Giselle was glued to the hip of the girl he had just broken up with, she knew his anger stemmed from unresolved tension, she could feel it in the small gap between them, but every time she was about to give in to his advances with a promise to blow Marlene off, Marlene popped up out of nowhere and stole Giselle away.
It was safe to say that Giselle was on the brink of insanity and Sirius could barely look her in the eye without growing hot and bothered.
"Mr Lupin, you're up," Professor McGonagall called from her classroom door, only the gleam from her spectacles visible in the dark shadows of the corridors, and Remus slumped on the bench with an exasperated moan. He had no escape, he had to follow through with the meeting.
"Great, here goes nothing," he complained, but after a few cheers of inspiration from those around him Remus ambled off to meet his head of house with a slightly straighter spine than before. Marlene and Peter quickly dismissed themselves from the group after their stomachs rumbled for the fifth time, nattering on about how well their meetings went as they headed to dinner early, and Sirius watched them disappear around the corner before heaving out a guttural sigh of relief.
"This has got to be a world record or something, did anyone else notice that Marls didn't say a word to me this time? Not one insult was thrown," he noted, staring after her in a slight daze, "It's been like eight days, this is insane."
"You're welcome," grunted Giselle, cracking her spine as she crawled onto the bench beside him, elated that her back was better, but Sirius shot her a scowl and shuffled away from her, crossing his arms. She knew he was being dramatic but the fire in his eyes didn't dissuade her, she squeezed her thighs together and dropped her gaze, frantically trying to think of non-sexual distractions.
"I can't lie, it is very impressive," Lily mused, "granted, she's still being mean about Elle behind her back but you know what Marls is like, she'll have a change of heart by this time next week." She pocketed her cover letter and widened her smirk, double-checking the coast before adding, "but on a related note, has anyone else noticed that Peter hasn't left Marlene's side all day?"
Sirius dropped his scowl immediately and nodded as James sat up, giving Lily her lap back so he could actively join in on the gossip session. "I thought I was just projecting, he kept talking about her last night too," revealed Sirius, catching James' eye who looked way too smug with himself.
"That's because he fancies the knickers off her," said James, revelling in the reactions around him, "and he has done ever since last year, around the time you and her started hooking up."
"Oooh," Lily and Giselle exchanged looks of reverence, inspired by the revelation that Marlene was receiving attention from the opposite sex. Marlene would love the idea of having a secret admirer, if they dropped a hint or two that someone had their eye on her then she would flourish, she adored the thought of someone desiring her.
"And he never told me?" Sirius pouted, a little hurt.
"Would you have told you?" James scoffed, and Sirius sighed.
"No," he muttered, and James relished in his correct assumptions.
"Do you reckon he'll make a move?" wondered Giselle, her eyes drawn to the Transfiguration classroom door that had just swung open and her heart skipped when Remus strolled out with a genuine smile on his face.
"Hopefully," James answered, but the twinkle in his eye brightened, "what about you, Elle? When are you going to make a move? What are you playing at?"
Giselle cocked a brow. "Eh? What have I done now?"
"Are you waiting till marriage? Joined a convent? What's the deal here? You're giving my boy the bluest of balls and that is not cool," he accused, shooting her a look of disdain, and Giselle spluttered, not quite sure how to respond. Sirius, who was pleasantly waiting for the answer to James' incredibly important questions as well, got distracted the second Remus stumbled over.
"How's that stick, buddy? Have you come yet?" Sirius asked him, smacking him on the shoulder.
"The Daily Prophet replied - I have a job, you're looking at the Prophet's newest advice columnist editor," Remus confessed, somewhat stunned by the news himself as he gave the gobsmacked group a meek smile, "I hate to say it but you guys were right."
"I'm sorry?" drawled James, cupping his ear to improve his hearing, "doth my ears deceive me? What did you just say, Moony?"
"You were right! I have a job!" Remus erupted, ten times louder than before.
"We fucking told you! This is incredible!" Sirius exclaimed and swept Remus off his feet, screaming out in joy on his behalf. Giselle launched herself at them and joined in, congratulating Remus with a fat kiss on the cheek, but she spotted Sirius' eyebrow wiggle in the corner of her eye and she glared at him, daring him to say something. His inference at her kink inflamed the fire within and she hastily put some distance between her and the celebrating boys to deter her burning. Hell no, you're just really horny, don't think about that.
"Miss Evans," McGonagall interrupted, her voice cutting through their celebrations, and Lily rushed off with a wink, anticipating to hear some good news too. Remus accepted their hugs and collapsed on the bench, winded from his opportunistic whirlwind, but the boys took his quiet moment to continue their interrogation.
"So? Crouch? Explain yourself?" James nudged her, continuing his secret role as wingman, "is there a reason you haven't put out yet?"
"Oh ok so this wasn't the conversation I was expecting to walk into," laughed Remus, zoning in on the trio with a clearer head, "but I too would like to know why."
"I'm not doing this on purpose," Giselle swore, avoiding Sirius' face at all costs, "also this is technically none of your business."
"Pfft I'm not even going to dignify that with an answer, mate," laughed James, amused by her pathetic excuse, "but I will say that I want you two to get it out of your system before you move in, I know what both of you are like and the walls in my house aren't that thick so please, for me - your bestest friend ever, James - just fuck already."
"Hear, hear!" cried Remus, "Elle, please, if you truly love us then you would at least give him a blowjob or something, I cannot listen to another night of Sirius complaining, it's giving me PTSD flashbacks."
"Oh, so I don't get anything in this scenario? Why can't he give me head?" she spat back, and Sirius happily answered her question.
"He can, there's a storage cupboard over there that's just begging to be broken into - let me show you right now," he said casually as though commenting on the sunny weather, and Giselle weighed up her options. They would be quick, her longing to be touched was teetering on the point of no return, she doubted she would last five minutes, and by the look on Sirius's glistening face he'd finish in about two.
"Um," Giselle nibbled her lip and glanced over her shoulder, eyeing up the lone cupboard door across the way that had caught Sirius' attention, and James' jaw dropped.
"You're considering it?" he sounded half-alarmed by her nerve, and Giselle shrugged, forcing her face to remain passive.
"Damn right she is, she's a beast," chuckled Sirius, his expression contorting with glee as she considered his offer, "c'mon Princess, you know you want to…?"
"You're not seriously going to have sex in that cupboard right now, are you?" guffawed Remus, pulling a chocolate frog from his backpack to nourish him throughout the entertaining subject matter, and Giselle used his doubt to fuel her courage. There weren't that many people around, last period was technically still in session so no one would walk past and overhear them if they were loud, and Sirius was staring at her with a smile that made her knees weak. She couldn't think of a reason why they shouldn't.
"Fuck it!" Giselle exclaimed, and she snatched Sirius' hand, "let's go!"
"Yes!" Sirius roared as he high-fived his friends, invigorated by Giselle's enthusiasm, "aw man, Elle, have I ever told you that you're the coolest chick?"
"Once or twice," she smirked, shooting her friends an impish wink before dragging Sirius away, but her high spirits splattered onto the floor like a fish out of water when McGonagall's door opened once more and Lily waltzed out with a high-pitched squeal.
"I got it!" she yelled, sprinting over to the group, her flaming hair flowing behind her like a crimson blur, "the internship! They gave me an unconditional offer!"
"I'M SO PROUD OF YOU!" yelled James, equally as radiant as his girlfriend as he swung her around, dotting her rosy face with countless kisses, "my gorgeous, intelligent, wonderful girlfriend is going to be St Mungo's head healer one day, wow!"
"You're gonna smash it Lils, well done!" Giselle complimented, begrudgingly dropping Sirius' hungry hand to dish out more hugs, but the cruel smirks from James and Remus was too much to handle and her arousal transformed into irritance. "Shove off, you two."
"What's going on?" questioned Lily, picking up on the tense atmosphere between the quartet, but she was swiftly interrupted by Sirius when McGonagall appeared at the classroom door for the final time.
"No! I can't catch a break!" he whined in defeat, staring mournfully at the door.
"Black, Crouch, we might as well merge this meeting together, come on," McGonagall sighed, cleaning her spectacles with a single wand tap as she studied the frustrated pair's faces, "stop moping - in you go."
"Can't we just do the meeting here? I'm still looking for a job, done!" Sirius said, mustering his most charming smile, "and Elle's waiting for her Quidditch applications to return so there's nothing really to talk about-,"
"It's Wednesday, Mr Black," said McGonagall, fully expecting the boy to try and talk his way out of attending, "meaning you and Miss Crouch have detention so you will have to enter my classroom regardless."
"Aw fuck!" groaned Sirius even louder than before, and Giselle prayed for the ground to swallow her up - she had forgotten all about her weekly detentions, this was literal torture.
"Come along, children," smiled Professor McGonagall, and she herded the pair inside after they said their goodbyes. Giselle dragged her feet in a sulk, mentally cursing herself for not acting on her instincts sooner as she glared at the floor, and she slumped into one of the spare chairs facing McGonagall's desk, not bothering to hide her resentment.
"I know you'd both much rather spend your evening elsewhere but you must understand that you cannot act like brash beasts and expect to walk away from your mess without consequences," scolded McGonagall as she took to her desk, eyeing them over her square lenses with a puckered lip.
"But detention? In this climate? Wouldn't you rather we were off studying instead of wasting our precious time cleaning graffiti off of old textbooks or whatever you want us to do tonight? Surely you don't want us to jeopardise our exams?" wondered Sirius, interlinking his fingers as he leant on them, using his powers of persuasion to convince McGonagall to let them go early, but today wasn't Sirius' day. She had heard every excuse come out of his mouth before, it had been a long seven years.
"You should have thought about your grades before you trashed the kitchens," she dismissed, returning to the parchment in front of her. "Let's start with you first, Black, since you seem to have a lot to say this evening."
"I always have a lot to say, I was thinking aboutW becoming a motivational speaker," he shrugged and leant back in his chair, resting his head on his crossed arms. Giselle tried not to stare at his tense forearms too much, who knew protruding veins could be so sexy? I'm attracted to his bloody forearms? I need to get a grip!
"I know you are joking but that isn't the worst idea you've had," McGonagall dwelled on his joke, her fuzzy quill trembled as she scribbled down her musing, and Giselle began to wonder what else Sirius had said in the past.
"What were his other ideas?" she piped up, and McGonagall cleared her throat before she started to relay the dream jobs listed on the sheet on her desk.
"A catwalk model, a wizard astronaut-,"
"I still stand by that idea, James bet a thousand galleons that it's impossible to ride a broom in space and I aim to prove him wrong," Sirius objected to Giselle's incredulous snort of laughter with a pout.
"- a Muggle radio deejay, a cowboy-," continued McGonagall, no humour present in her tone, but her eyebrow twitched when Sirius added another explanation.
"Who doesn't want to own a herd of cows? They're adorable," he shrugged.
"-a drug dealer-," said McGonagall.
"It turns out that's illegal and you receive a visit from the Ministry if you say that in a professional setting, also you need to have a grade in Potions and I dropped out of Potions years ago," tutted Sirius with a poker face.
"-headmaster of Hogwarts, a man of pleasure, and leaving the best till last," Professor McGonagall dropped the parchment and gave Sirius a long, searching look, "the Muggle Exchequer Secretary to the Treasury."
"And now a motivational speaker, add that to the list," Sirius concluded with a wink, but McGonagall didn't look impressed.
"I've played along with your facade for long enough now, I was hoping that you would eventually settle down and figure out what you want to do with your life but it seems that you're content with throwing it all away. You have real potential, Sirius, you are an extremely intelligent young man and I simply cannot sit back and watch you waste your life by monkeying around and rejecting every helping hand along the way," she said, her sharp gaze strengthened by Sirius' failing guise, and he shuffled in his chair. He hated being put on the spot but Giselle never saw him sweat, she knew he had a plan.
"I understand where you're coming from but you really don't need to be concerned about my future," he assured her, sitting straighter in his chair so she would take him seriously.
"I'm not concerned, I'm worried - there's a difference," urged McGonagall in a softer tone than her usual brass twang.
"Professor, please, I have a plan," Sirius eventually admitted, delving into his current train of thought, "living with Fleamont has been eye-opening and I've decided that I'm going to start my own business."
"What business?" inquired McGonagall, thrilled that Sirius was genuinely applying himself, and she began to jot down his plans.
"I've been looking into Muggle mechanics over the summers and I think the Wizarding world has a huge gap in the market for magically-enhanced motor vehicles. I know it'll take a while to gain momentum because wizards are incredibly hard-headed when it comes to integrating with the Muggle world but I intend to show everyone what they're missing out on, and with my unique selling point being that these vehicles will be the cream of the crop - I'm not sure whether you've seen a Pontiac Streamliner before but trust me when I say it's one hell of a sexy car. I know the business will take off because everyone understands vanity to a certain degree, and vanity can be expensive so I know I can earn money from this venture. Obviously it will take me a couple of years to actually open the business, but as you know my Transfiguration, Charms, and Muggle Studies grades are outstanding and Evans has offered her support with the Muggle side of the business so, like I said, you don't need to be worried," Sirius didn't take a breath until he finished his plan, and Giselle let out a whistle, emphasising her admiration. She had heard his plan a few times now but it still impressed her, his certainty was extremely attractive.
McGonagall readjusted her glasses and nodded, blown away by his spiel. "I see," she muttered, finishing her scrawls with a tick, "I must say I am beyond annoyed that you haven't mentioned this aspiration before now because I am, quite frankly, fascinated by your plan. This is a fantastic idea and I really wish you told me sooner so we could work out what your first move should be, Black." She sounded a lot more hurt than Sirius anticipated and he sobered up, oddly charmed that she supported his ambitious career move.
"So you reckon I could pull this off?" he asked, softer than before.
"Starting a business can be tedious and finicky, over half of new business go bust within the first three years and you must have a steady income on the side to support yourself because you won't be making any real money for a while," replied McGonagall, "but out of all of my students I do believe that you have the tenacity to see your plan through. You are, dare I say, my top student and I am rather excited to see what you intend to create."
"Ahh, and it only took you seven years to admit that! Thanks Minerva, everything I do, I do for you - and just because you are my favourite teacher I'll give you special family friend discount prices," sighed Sirius, actually moved by McGonagall's heartfelt compliment, and the professor's soft smile disappeared almost instantly.
"Foolish boy," she tutted with an obligatory eye roll, but she pressed on accordingly. "And I assume that you are still staying with the Potters after graduation?"
"Naturally," Sirius nodded, side-eyeing Giselle who gladly winked, equally as excited to finish school.
"Very good," McGonagall signed the bottom of her sheet and returned Sirius' nod, "that's you sorted, Black. Miss Crouch, it's your turn."
Giselle swallowed the nerves building in her throat as she thought back to her careers advice meetings at Beauxbatons, and she summoned her prettiest smile as McGonagall scanned the records passed on from her previous house tutor. By the rapid eyebrow raise and scoff, Giselle knew the results were worse than she was expecting. She didn't take her career meetings very seriously considering her professors were already irritated by her constant obsession with Quidditch, or the lack thereof.
"Where to begin with this one…?" murmured McGonagall, gazing tiredly at the girl in front of her, "Giselle, please tell me you were joking when you filled this form out?"
"Honestly Professor, I don't remember what I jotted down," she admitted, and Sirius scooted his chair towards the desk, itching to take a look.
"What did she say?"
"I don't think I can repeat it," said McGonagall, removing her glasses to massage the bridge of her nose in an attempt to relieve her growing migraine, but she pulled herself back together before Sirius stole the parchment out of her hands.
"When asked the question 'What is your biggest goal in life?', Giselle answered-," she began, but the question sparked a memory and Giselle burst into fits of giggles.
"'To legalise dragons, marijuanna, and murdering family members in self-defensive'," she answered, "and honestly? I still stand by that, dragons are so hard done by and no one would bat an eyelid if I killed Junior so really my answer isn't that crazy." Sirius cackled and nodded vigorously, on board with her train of thought.
"You'd make a terrific politician," he agreed, "it's a shame we're an anti-Ministry family, you would have done so well in the polls with those campaign promises. I reckon Junior would vote for you too."
"Absolutely he would," spluttered Giselle, imagining her brother bribing voters so he could obtain the legal right to kill her, and McGonagall simply shook her head, muttering to herself.
"I don't think you've taken any of these questions seriously so I'm going to remove this from your records," she decided after a moment spent contemplating her own career choices, and Giselle happily agreed.
"You already know what my five year goal is, duplicate whatever James wrote down on his form and stick it in my file," she suggested, dumbing the process down, and McGonagall summoned another piece of parchment from the shelving behind her. It fluttered into her open hand and she barely glanced at it before replacing it within Giselle's records with a prompt wand tap.
"I compiled your careers advice form months ago, after your returning Quidditch debut, and I have already written up yours and Potter's references ready to be sent off when I receive word from your potential employers," explained McGonagall with a rue smirk playing at her lips and Giselle beamed at her, overwhelmed by her forward thinking.
"Do you really think we're in for a chance?" Giselle wondered, losing her jesting smirk. She wasn't sure she was prepared for her answer, but her stomach butterflies grew rampant when she smiled.
"Of course, my dear, I wouldn't have recommended you both to my old teammates if I wasn't confident in your abilities, and from what I've heard you and Potter have stood out for the right reasons so neither of you should be worried," she expressed, "but traditionally trials take place in October, you may need to find a temporary job to support yourself until then."
"I'll be more than fine," Giselle assured her, buzzing at the prospect of actually making it as a professional Quidditch player, "I've stolen enough gold from my vaults to tide me over for a couple of months and if need be then I'll pick up an odd job or two." She wanted to double down on her insistence in joining the Order but she didn't dare mention it in front of Sirius, that would hinder her cause more than it would help.
"That's wonderful to hear but I still have a few concerns, Giselle. Has your father written to you yet?" asked McGonagall with something softer than worry in her eyes, and Giselle took a deep breath to settle her nerves.
"No," she admitted, "not yet…"
"Are you planning on returning to your parent's house once you leave?" continued her professor, her tone suggested that she was dreading hearing a 'yes', but Siirus interjected before Giselle could open her mouth.
"No she's not, she's moving in with the Potters too, and as soon as we've got enough cash we're finding our own place. Don't worry, I'll look after her," he said sternly, instinctively reaching for Giselle's hand, and she shivered when his thumb methodically massaged her palm. It provoked the burning and she suddenly realised how close his hand was to her thigh, mere inches…
A jagged crease damped McGonagall's brow and she hid her sniffle before any tears formed, but she fiddled around with more parchment until she was more composed and concluded the meeting in higher spirits than when she commenced. Giselle and Sirius climbed to their feet, preparing to flee the moment she turned her back, but McGonagall destroyed their hopes with another tirade of tuts.
"I don't know why you both look so happy, you still have detention," she reminded them, unashamed of her power as she directed them to their new desks for the next few hours.
The Transfiguration classroom had been left in disarray from the previous lesson, its usual uniform rows had been disturbed and the desks sat in a large circle around a small plinth decorated with various mundane objects that students had been instructed to transfigure, and McGonagall used the bizarre layout to her advantage. She placed Sirius at the very front of the classroom with his back a mere metre from her desk - "I really am your favourite, aren't I?" Sirius drawled, wiggling his brows at McGonagall who simply ignored his existence - and Giselle was plonked at the very back by the door, but when she took her seat she realised that she had a crystal clear shot of the boy between the legs of the antique stool on display. Sirius noticed the perfect angle immediately and winked at her, itching to play a little, and she bit her mischievous smile, accepting whatever game invitation he was about to throw at her.
"Because I'm feeling kind today, I'm allowing you both the chance to use this time for revision - silent revision," McGonagall instructed them from her own desk, and Giselle gave her teacher a swift salute before plucking a random book from her handbag. She pretended to read the first page with a screwed up face of concentration, but she focused entirely on the scorching intensity of Sirius' eyes on her legs, the tiny hairs along her arms stood up straight and she ever so slowly brushed her stocking-clad legs against one another, drawing him in further when her ankle grazed her thigh and shifted the hem of her already short skirt. Sirius was infatuated, he didn't dare move.
Exaggerating her page turns, Giselle slumped so she could see Sirius without drawing attention to herself, but she wriggled in her seat when she noticed how dangerous he looked. His eyes were hazy with arousal and his smirk challenged her further, he wanted more and she oh so willingly obliged.
"Professor," Giselle blurted out, "sorry to break the silence but are we missing out on dinner?"
"Yes," replied McGonagall, not bothering to look up from her immersive fiction novel, "but I will be fetching you both a plate shortly, I need to speak to the headmaster first so you will have to wait a while for your meal."
"That sounds groovy, there's no rush," Giselle answered back, shooting Sirius another wink as he leant on his arms with a clenched jaw, ravenous for something other than his impending meal. His desperation had a hold over Giselle, she couldn't explain it but she wanted nothing more than to make his longing worse, she needed to drive him to the point of no return and she knew by the gleam in his darkening eyes that he was addicted to the game she was playing. They had waited for so long, they could taste their victory in the air.
After five minutes of intense eye contact shielded by their textbooks, Giselle noticed that Sirius' hands had disappeared beneath his desk and her heart rate tripled when he spread his long legs, inviting her to take a look. Wriggling a little more, Giselle leant back and received a shock of a lifetime when she realised that he had unzipped his trousers and given in to temptation. His swelling cock sprung out and he gripped it tightly, stabilising his urges before he got too carried away, but Giselle couldn't stop her jaw from swinging open when Sirius started to stroke himself, his eyes never leaving hers. Puberty had worked its magic while they had been apart and she utilised her blush to her advantage, Sirius seemed to love her enamoured reaction. Professor McGonagall was too immersed in her romance book to notice the horny teenagers, she was none the wiser.
"Shit, you're bigger than I remembered," she mouthed at him, fluttering her lashes as her eyes grew heavy with lust, and Sirius shuddered, hypnotised by her glistening lips.
"I'm sure you can take every inch though, Princess," he mouthed back, and Giselle squirmed, glowing at the idea.
"You have no idea," she smiled, leaning on her hand to purposely draw attention to her mouth.
"Then you better show me what I'm missing," he silently told her, smoothing his thumb against the fierce vein along his cock and Giselle bit her lip, her freckled face flushed as she noticed the growing wetness between her restless legs. She was more than ready to show him, she knew she was about to break. The snap of McGonagall's book closing jolted them temporarily from their sexually-charged daze, their books suddenly became very interesting and Sirius shuffled closer to his desk, and she gave the pair a stern look as she crossed the room.
"I will be five minutes maximum, do not talk and do not move," she warned them, her spectacles flashing in the evening orange light that beamed through the classroom's arched windows, "I mean it, the pair of you will be sleeping here if I catch you out of your seats."
"Aye, aye, captain," Sirius sent McGonagall a cheeky wink alongside his salute, "we hear you loud and clear."
"We won't move a muscle," Giselle lied in her most sincere tone, but her heartbeat continued to rise the second Professor McGonagall vanished. The door's handle clicked as it swung shut, and an extraordinarily intense silence settled over the classroom. They were alone… and they didn't have long.
"So, Princess," Sirius purred, stretching back in his chair and releasing himself once more, yearning to be touched, "you were saying-,"
But Giselle had already leapt out of her seat, she wasn't wasting any time - she knew time wasn't her friend and she knew not to trust it. Sirius shoved the desk out of the way as though it weighed less than an empty crate, their pounding hearts blocked out the harsh scraping of wood against stone, and he dragged Giselle into an urgent kiss as he pulled her onto his bulging lap, eager to get started.
"I've always wanted to fuck you during detention," he breathed as she nibbled his ear, but Giselle could barely speak as she felt his rough hands run up her thighs, savouring her softness. Her heart jumped into her mouth when his fingers curled around the band of her lace knickers and with a sharp motion - SNAP! - the fragile fabric shielding her modesty fell apart and he shoved them into his shirt pocket. Giselle had never been more turned on and she adjusted her straddling position so he could feel her heat against him, desperate to feel him inside of her.
"You filthy pervert," she whispered, holding his neck still as she planted several slow kisses along his stubbled jaw, "saving those for later, are we?"
"Just a little memento for the family scrapbook," he teased, quivering at her sensual touch, but his feverish hands were drawn to her arse as though they had been magnetised to follow her buxom curves, "mmpfh, you're gonna make me nut real quick, damn Crouch…" He wasn't afraid to be rough with her and she begged him for more, he was massaging everywhere except the spot she needed him most, he knew exactly what he was doing and he was going to make her beg for it.
"I'm taking birth control by the way..." she purred, encouraging his fierce movements, and Sirius made his mind up there and then. Her confession had pushed him over the edge and his mind ran wild. Gripping her thick thighs firmly, Sirius picked her up and pushed her against the nearest desk, pinning her down by her delicate neck to stop her from squirming.
"Are you ready, baby?" Giselle asked him breathlessly, but her brain practically melted when she felt him tease her with his tip, they could hear how wet she was and Sirius' cheeks resembled ripe cherries, he was struggling to rein in his enthusiasm.
"I've been ready for years," he hissed, massaging his head against her lips as though he was threatening to stretch her open, but before Giselle could catch her breath he dared to push a little harder and she groaned, feeling him inside her for the first time. It was just the tip at first, he teased her over and over again, it was agonising yet enlightening, her body was on fire - but then Sirius gasped and lost control completely, he needed more.
"Unh you're so tight," she heard him grunt through his heavy breathing, deepening each stroke as he built up his violent rhythm. So many powerful sensations were rushing through her body, sweat glistened on her exposed skin but her shirt was suffocating her and she hurried to unbutton it, she needed to feel all of him on her. Sirius couldn't stop staring when her bra slipped off and he relished the silky curvature of her naked body, his leers induced a fever of goosebumps and she shivered under his gaze, utterly starry-eyed as glazed his tongue along the outline of her nipple.
"You're so beautiful," he whispered, holding her in a way that made her feel invincible, "you have no idea how much I love you."
"I love you too," she told him, her freckled face crumpled in ecstasy as he bent down and stole another desperate kiss, but a scorching shot of pleasure oozed deep within her as Sirius slammed into her one last time, his hands clamping onto her wrists, holding her tighter than a boa constrictor as he came to his senses. She could feel him convulse against her, she had never felt closer to him.
"Wow!" panted Giselle, staring up at the ceiling as Sirius collapsed on top of her, grinning from ear to ear as he tried to gather himself.
"I don't know about you," he stammered, helping Giselle down from her compromised position before readjusting his trousers, "but I think you should come to bed with me tonight, no more girly nights with Marlene for you, Princess, let me lock you away in my tower."
"I'm all yours," she said, her eyes sparkling as she gazed up at him in awe. She wanted nothing more than to spend every night with him and he thanked her with another slow kiss.
"And I'm yours," he repeated.
The rattle of the door handle killed the mood immediately and Giselle sprinted back to her desk, furiously tapping her wand against her shirt to repair any button damage. The second she slid into her seat and resumed her reading act, Professor McGonagall reappeared with two heaped plates of food levitating behind her, and the pair held their breath as they prayed to the universe to protect them. Giselle sneakily sorted out her ruffled tie from behind her book and Sirius straightened his desk, covering the adjusted leg scrape with a loud cough.
"...You're suspiciously quiet," McGonagall noted, narrowing her eyes as she sent the plates their way, but Sirius jumped at the chance to sway her suspicions and he scoffed, pointing at a random page in his textbook.
"Actually you interrupted my dramatic reading, Professor," he said with a sour pout, "now, where was I? Ah yes," Sirius cleared his throat and slid onto his desk, holding the book aloft as though he were a poet, "The introspective analysis of the inner workings of such an establishment has puzzled wizards for decades but Gringotts Banks is a prime example of-,"
"Yes, alright Black! Sit down!" McGonagall snapped, cutting him off with a disappointed head shake, but his reading seemed to do the trick as she dismissed his antics and returned to her book without any questions. Giselle caught Sirius' eye from across the room as she tucked into her roasted vegetables and she swore she was physically radiating beams of light from his loving stare.
"Get ready for round two, Princess."