Up after Hours
By: La Femme Fatale (Formerly known as Severus' Girl)
Thanks to all of you who said you liked my little story! This chapter is dedicated to you, as you made it clear you want me to write more of it, even as I realized while reading it over that it was a little short. This chapter, I'm afraid, is even shorter. I'll be trying to make it better, and as I have been intending to do ever since the beginning, make them go further bit by bit. Now a really important question; will you forgive me if I wont change the rating even though it should probably be changed into R at some point?
Disclaimer: I don't own a thing.
A/N: I could write that slash warning thingy all over again, but I believe that if you read the previous chapter, you already know what this story is about. And if you read it and still won't understand what the hell (sorry about the swearing, can't help the fucking habit) am I talking about when I say slash I suggest you get some professional help. To the ones who aren't calling their personal psychiatrist by now, all I can say is enjoy!
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Sirius sat by the same window ledge that he had been accustomed to observe the sun set behind Hogsmeade from every once in a while. His face was turned towards the red slash in the sky that was the sun, but his eyes only saw black. Black hair and eyes against pallid skin, that was mostly covered by black robes. Those robes would have to go yet someday. Sirius' mind drifted away, as he remembered what had happened the last time he'd come here. The sound that had made him leave, the pointless wandering that led into very pleasant encounter, and the first real kiss he'd ever had.
Sirius suddenly realized he wasn't alone. On his up-bent knee had landed a strange owl with a letter in it's unusually crooked, white beak. The owl was different from the others in many ways besides the deformed beak; It was completely black apart from its white face and beak, even its talons were black. Sirius opened the letter and took out the slip of paper that it carried inside. His heart started to beat faster. It was a letter from Severus.
I hope Nocturne found you before the breakfast. It would look weird to have my owl delivering mail to you, don't you think? I was wondering whether you'd be able to sneak out on Friday night. To meet me at the Quidditch field at midnight. I put a magic quall in. Just in case you don't have one with you. Send your answer with Nocturne. She'll wait.
"So you're Severus's owl, then?" Sirius turned his gaze at the bird, and then back to the letter, "Nocturne. It fits you. And you're the fit owl for him", he too the quill out and begun to write his answer behind Severus' letter.
It won't be a problem. I wish it was Friday already.
He looked at what he'd written for a moment, nodded and gave the letter back to Nocturne. Then he got on his feet and walked down from the tower, not wanting to take the risk of being caught out of bed. Especially when he was positive that Severus was either sleeping or waiting for his answer in the Slytherin dormitories.
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Severus was indeed waiting for an answer in the dormitory. Unknown to him, he was in exactly the same position as in which Sirius had been when Nocturne had showed up.
Ten seconds, Severus thought, The bloody owl has ten seconds to bring the answer or I swear I'll transfigure it into a big, black duck whenever it does come back.
But he knew perfectly well that he wouldn't. He'd most probably be hugging the owl even if it came on Saturday morning. For the sheer happiness of ever getting a reply. As he gazed up on the sky, he could see the form of his owl against the full moon.
Good thing I ain't a werewolf, he then thought as he heard a distant cry from the direction of Hogsmeade, I'd go nuts if I had to be trapped in the shrieking shag for two whole days. Better yet – with another werewolf. I'm lucky to be something else.
He still remembered the prank Sirius had pulled on him during their fifth year, but he'd gotten over it, and wouldn't really had to have been told not to tell anyone about Lupin. After all, even though a full-grown werewolf was an incredibly dangerous creature, he hadn't been in real danger. And perhaps Sirius, on some level, knew it.
At least now I know that Dumbledore has certain trust for people, but not for all eternity. Nocturne landed on his knee, its black eyes tinkling in a mysterious manner. As if she was laughing.
"And just what are you looking at?" He snapped at the owl and snatched the letter she was carrying.
"Pidgeon-brain…" he muttered as he read Sirius' reply. He smiled and stroked the black owl.
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A/N: There. Yes, I know nothing happened, but in the next chapter, there will be a secret revealed. Something that could turn their relationship upside down. In other words, back to normal.