"Care to dance?" he asked her charmingly. Mrs Weasley waved them on,
grinning wildly. Sirius took Anya's hand and escorted her onto the
dancefloor. The danced for a while, without saying anything, until a song
came on that bought memories flooding back to Anya. Sirius saw the look
flash across Anya's face, but didn't say anything. He just held her a
little tighter, and started singing to her.
"Some day, when I'm awfully low,
When the world is cold,
I will feel a glow just thinking of you...
And the way you look tonight,"
Anya smiled up at him, through watery-eyes. He brushed away the tears on her cheeks and continued singing,
"Yes you're lovely, with your smile so warm
And your cheeks so soft,
There is nothing for me but to love you,
And the way you look tonight,"
Frank Sinatra crooned in the background, but Anya could only hear Sirius, singing to her.
"With each word your tenderness grows,
Tearing my fear apart...
And that laugh that wrinkles your nose,
It touches my foolish heart.
Lovely ... Never, ever change.
Keep that breathless charm.
Won't you please arrange it ?
'Cause I love you ... Just the way you look tonight.
Mm, Mm, Mm, Mm,
Just the way you look to-night,"
Anya held her breath as Sirius finished his little serenade to her. He gave her a small smile, and held his finger to her lips as she started to talk. Taking them away, he bent in and kissed her gently on the lips. The kiss gradually deepened, until both parties had to break away for lack of oxygen. Anya stared up into Sirius's grey eyes, trying to read them. They didn't look mean, teasing or mischievous. They were just.... there. He smiled gently at her, and led her away to sit down. Anya was nervous but excited, what was she getting herself into? She gingerly sat on the edge of a chair, waiting while Sirius got her a glass of champagne. Thoughts raced through her head, was it ethical to be involved with a teacher from the school? Would this mean they were back together for good? Questions like these entered and weaved themselves around her mind. Suddenly she felt quite dizzy, and leant forward, resting her head on her crossed arms. Closing her eyes, she drifted off into a semi-sleep state with a smile playing at her lips. She was awoken by Harry about 2 hours later.
"Anya, come on, wake up!" he called. She yanked her head off her arms, and looked around, quite dazed.
"Where..?"
"At Percy's wedding. But we have to go now, Sirius is too drunk, he needs to go home, everyone else is," And it was true, there was hardly anyone left at the wedding. The Weasleys were still there, along with their dates, but everyone else had left. Percy and Penelope had left long ago, but Anya had been awake for their departure. She stood up groggily, and made her way over to where Remus was sitting with a very happy Sirius.
"Anya!" he yelled happily, giving her a sloppy kiss. She shrunk back, and he looked hurt.
"Don't you love me anymore?" he asked, pouting in an exaggerated way. She rolled her eyes, and accepted the portkey from Mrs Weasley that would send them home.
"Ok, everyone touching the er....toothbrush?" Anya looked puzzled at the portkey, but was unable to say anything, as a familiar grabbing sensation at her belly button took place.
When they landed in a messy heap back at Anya's, she found herself at the bottom. Sirius was sprawled out on her, and Remus and Harry were face down, crossing legs with everyone. Their was a collective moan from the group, but Remus and Harry gradually found their legs, and were able to stand up. Anya, however, was still trapped under a very drunk Sirius. He had started to doze off on her, lying his head on her chest.
"Get him off me!" she pleaded with Harry and Remus. They obligingly pulled Sirius to be upstanding, so Anya could stand up herself. She brushed her dress off, and shot Sirius a death look.
"Good night!" she said shortly to Remus and Harry, before marching up the stairs. Sunday was spent catching up on lost sleep, and recovering. Nobody was particularly hungry, but at one time, late in the afternoon, Anya and Sirius bumped into each other in the kitchen. It was of course, quite awkward.
"Look, about last night," Sirius started, Anya raised her eyebrows. He continued, but cautiously.
"I was under the influence of alcohol when I danced with you, and I'm sorry if I said anything stupid. But I'm not sorry I kissed you," he finished softly. Anya gave him a small smile, her heart lifting.
"Of course, you know it would be totally inappropriate to continue this when we're teaching," Sirius crushed her dreams with one sentence. She vaguely nodded her head along, and played along with him.
"Yes, of course. I never expected anything to come of it!" she gave a little laugh, but her heart wasn't in it. She just exited the room quickly, spending the rest of the day in her room listening to sad songs.
'My Heart Will Go On' by Celine Dion was playing when Anya woke up from a restless nap. Making a snap decision, she jumped off the bed, and stopped the song with disgust. She wasn't going to go all mushy, she was going to act normal and cool. She had to let Sirius know he hadn't gotten to her, in the least little bit.
Monday morning, Remus and Harry woke everyone a little late. Sirius still looked a little worse for wear, but was acting perfectly pleasant. Anya was acting much the same way around Sirius. In fact, it was a little strange how polite they were being to each other, however everyone was too rushed to notice.
"Some day, when I'm awfully low,
When the world is cold,
I will feel a glow just thinking of you...
And the way you look tonight,"
Anya smiled up at him, through watery-eyes. He brushed away the tears on her cheeks and continued singing,
"Yes you're lovely, with your smile so warm
And your cheeks so soft,
There is nothing for me but to love you,
And the way you look tonight,"
Frank Sinatra crooned in the background, but Anya could only hear Sirius, singing to her.
"With each word your tenderness grows,
Tearing my fear apart...
And that laugh that wrinkles your nose,
It touches my foolish heart.
Lovely ... Never, ever change.
Keep that breathless charm.
Won't you please arrange it ?
'Cause I love you ... Just the way you look tonight.
Mm, Mm, Mm, Mm,
Just the way you look to-night,"
Anya held her breath as Sirius finished his little serenade to her. He gave her a small smile, and held his finger to her lips as she started to talk. Taking them away, he bent in and kissed her gently on the lips. The kiss gradually deepened, until both parties had to break away for lack of oxygen. Anya stared up into Sirius's grey eyes, trying to read them. They didn't look mean, teasing or mischievous. They were just.... there. He smiled gently at her, and led her away to sit down. Anya was nervous but excited, what was she getting herself into? She gingerly sat on the edge of a chair, waiting while Sirius got her a glass of champagne. Thoughts raced through her head, was it ethical to be involved with a teacher from the school? Would this mean they were back together for good? Questions like these entered and weaved themselves around her mind. Suddenly she felt quite dizzy, and leant forward, resting her head on her crossed arms. Closing her eyes, she drifted off into a semi-sleep state with a smile playing at her lips. She was awoken by Harry about 2 hours later.
"Anya, come on, wake up!" he called. She yanked her head off her arms, and looked around, quite dazed.
"Where..?"
"At Percy's wedding. But we have to go now, Sirius is too drunk, he needs to go home, everyone else is," And it was true, there was hardly anyone left at the wedding. The Weasleys were still there, along with their dates, but everyone else had left. Percy and Penelope had left long ago, but Anya had been awake for their departure. She stood up groggily, and made her way over to where Remus was sitting with a very happy Sirius.
"Anya!" he yelled happily, giving her a sloppy kiss. She shrunk back, and he looked hurt.
"Don't you love me anymore?" he asked, pouting in an exaggerated way. She rolled her eyes, and accepted the portkey from Mrs Weasley that would send them home.
"Ok, everyone touching the er....toothbrush?" Anya looked puzzled at the portkey, but was unable to say anything, as a familiar grabbing sensation at her belly button took place.
When they landed in a messy heap back at Anya's, she found herself at the bottom. Sirius was sprawled out on her, and Remus and Harry were face down, crossing legs with everyone. Their was a collective moan from the group, but Remus and Harry gradually found their legs, and were able to stand up. Anya, however, was still trapped under a very drunk Sirius. He had started to doze off on her, lying his head on her chest.
"Get him off me!" she pleaded with Harry and Remus. They obligingly pulled Sirius to be upstanding, so Anya could stand up herself. She brushed her dress off, and shot Sirius a death look.
"Good night!" she said shortly to Remus and Harry, before marching up the stairs. Sunday was spent catching up on lost sleep, and recovering. Nobody was particularly hungry, but at one time, late in the afternoon, Anya and Sirius bumped into each other in the kitchen. It was of course, quite awkward.
"Look, about last night," Sirius started, Anya raised her eyebrows. He continued, but cautiously.
"I was under the influence of alcohol when I danced with you, and I'm sorry if I said anything stupid. But I'm not sorry I kissed you," he finished softly. Anya gave him a small smile, her heart lifting.
"Of course, you know it would be totally inappropriate to continue this when we're teaching," Sirius crushed her dreams with one sentence. She vaguely nodded her head along, and played along with him.
"Yes, of course. I never expected anything to come of it!" she gave a little laugh, but her heart wasn't in it. She just exited the room quickly, spending the rest of the day in her room listening to sad songs.
'My Heart Will Go On' by Celine Dion was playing when Anya woke up from a restless nap. Making a snap decision, she jumped off the bed, and stopped the song with disgust. She wasn't going to go all mushy, she was going to act normal and cool. She had to let Sirius know he hadn't gotten to her, in the least little bit.
Monday morning, Remus and Harry woke everyone a little late. Sirius still looked a little worse for wear, but was acting perfectly pleasant. Anya was acting much the same way around Sirius. In fact, it was a little strange how polite they were being to each other, however everyone was too rushed to notice.