Screw the Ministry Cause it Can't Screw Back
By: Reirei no miko: Reirei_no_miko@hotmail.com
Warnings: This chapter: PG-13 swearing and adult situations Whole Story: R for angst, rape, torture and psychological manipulation
Chapter 4- Fuck the Facts
She wasn't drunk; when one had a plastered Lucius Malfoy attached to your hip, you stayed stone cold sober. Of course, he'd offered, she refused, he'd pushed, she'd shoved, he'd insisted, she'd left.......but that was to be expected.
The hallway was dark and empty and Narcissa tightened her borrowed shirt around herself, the damp draft was cutting through even one of Severus' silk shirts. She thought back on the evening and sighed, the alcohol had run swiftly and freely, most of the Slytherins would be running to Severus for an anti-hangover potion in the morning. It had been spiked butterbeer for the first years and straight shots for the rest over the past five hours.
The pink, frilly, Fat Lady was thankfully awake but she frowned at Narcissa all the same, "Everyone looked pretty down earlier, they've all locked themselves in the tower all day, but where have you been?"
Not in the mood to talk she shrugged off the question answering 'with friends' quietly.
"Oh," obviously the portrait was in a talkative mood and smiled sadly, "I heard we lost. "
Now irritated, tired and wanting a bath desperately to wash herself of Malfoy cologne she sighed, "Depends on who you ask. Pink Fairies."
Put off the portrait swung open and Narcissa climbed into her fire-lit common room. The crimson carpet was awash with red light dancing around, shadows jumping gently near the cackling flames. She shut the portrait behind her and turned to the stairs, not before movement caught her eye. She turned towards it, a form rising from a wing backed chair, long black hair falling over strong, broad shoulders and piercing gray eyes.
"Ah," he sneered, "here's the Slytherin whore now!"
Her fists clenched at her side a retort rising instinctively to her pursed lips, "Your one to talk, Black, just how many people do you shag a night?"
"At least I don't sink low enough to screw Malfoy."
She grit her teeth, first the train, then Remus and now this- it had gone far enough, "But you'll fuck Hufflepuff first years? If getting on your knees isn't low enough Black, try taking it up the arse......unless James is already *providing*?"
A fire burned deep within Sirius' eyes as they bore into hers. He stepped forward, around his chair where the flames leaping behind him gave off an eerie aura and approached her. "The fuck with this," he spat, nearly soaking her shoe, "you're going to stay away from Remus, he's too good for the likes of -you-."
There were footsteps from the staircase and they both turned to see James and Remus standing there. James had pinned his Prefect badge to his bathrobe and held himself like a club bouncer, giving them equally harsh looks. Remus was watching them with a mixture of fear, guilt and apprehension. "Black," Sirius winced at the use of his last name by his friend, "Silvermoon, what's going on?"
Narcissa drew herself up to full height but let Black speak, whatever she said, Black was going to win- James was his best friend after all.
"Silvermoon missed curfew, James." Sirius gave his friend his notorious thousand-watt smile and stuck his hands in his school issue pants nonchalantly tossing both boys a wink.
"Don't pull that crap, Sirius." This voice was harsh but held a feminine quality to it that was unmistakably the Gryffindor female Prefect.
The four of them turned to a dark corner of the room where a shock of red hair sat in the shadows. Lily stood up, walked over, all eyes following her and came to stand at Narcissas' side. "Evans?"
"I wonder, Black," Lily turned to him, glaring daggers, "what would McGonagall say to having one Gryffindor threaten another? That's not like us at all."
"She's not like us." He snapped, Narcissa saw him shoot a glance at James. She immediately understood: James wouldn't stand up to Lily and Remus wouldn't say anything- Black was alone. Fear was radiating from him though he kept his cool, he wasn't used to fighting battles alone- battles against his fellow soldiers.
She shook her head, "Evans, don't be stupid, he's right, this is my fight, don't piss off your friends."
"You're my friend Narcissa." Lily put a hand on her shoulder, "I've been sharing a dorm room with you for five years and I don't care who you spend your time with, you're a Gryffindor all the same- just like all of us."
Sirius spluttered, pointing an accusing finger, "She was with them today when they screwed over our Quidditch match! She's fucking *Lucius Malfoy*!"
More footsteps on stone stairs, the soft padding of bare feet and an soft noise in the back of someone's throat turned all their heads to the spiral staircase once more: "It's about time he started mixing houses." Cassidy Clearwater said loudly coming to stand by Lily. Narcissa wasn't surprised she was up, Cassidy normally couldn't sleep until everyone in their room was settled. Her hair was all up in curlers, like usual, and her stuffed owl was tucked under one arm. Another girl, the final member of their dorm- room was Ethel Rendrake who stood two steps behind Cassidy, nodding vigorously, her braided hair bobbing with her head.
"And those costumes looked cute- I'd have worn them too, if I'd been offered." Ethel pointed out. "Besides Narcissa just chose the best team, but don't we all? I mean, I live in London but during the world cup I always cheer for Australia, and no one judges -me- because of it."
Sirius grew red in the face, "She's a bloody traitor!"
"She's the smartest one here, Black! She's the only one here who's looked beyond house bigotry and found friends in Slytherin- not to mention elsewhere!"
"She IS a Slytherin, have you seen her hair?"
Narcissa scowled angrily, "Is that really what's bothering you Black? My hair?" she gave a derisive laugh at him and raised her hands. She touched her fingers to it and then her palms, running them through her hair, back towards the base of her neck. As her fingers met the strands their colour changed to a deep brown, bleeding the rich mahogany right to the roots. "Is that better? Maybe you want it longer?" she grabbed it by the roots and pulled, but as she tugged it grew, and grew.......and grew. It was now far past her waist and she glared at Sirius who watched her, like everyone else in the room, speechless. "Is there anything else bothering you, Sirius?"
He shut his mouth, aware that he was slack jawed and gaping.
Narcissa turned to give her dorm-mates a weak smile and pushed past to the staircase leading to their room where she rushed quickly, but not fast enough to look as if she was running away. She shut their dorm door and fell onto her bed, pulling the sheets up while still fully dressed, she was dirty, tired and hurt.........
It was several minutes and great deal of shouting later that the girls came back in.
"Narcissa?" Lily's voice floated over. " he was out of line and shouldn't have said what he did."
Narcissa nodded, though the others couldn't see and said, "Goodnight, girls and....... Thank you." the looks they exchanged across the room over her head were so silent she could hear them.
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The great hall was in an uproar. Lucius Malfoy, they were saying, heroically *saved* Sirius Black's -life-, Slytherin girls were the newest fad to be seen with and half the Gryffindors were missing......the -female- half.
Severus sat watching, listening and waiting, an empty seat to one side and Avery to the other. Lestrang sat opposite him and they ate in quiet. None of the house bore signs of the heavy drinking they'd done the night before but Lucius Malfoy was in a mood to kill and so they stayed silent. Severus hid a smirk as those around him winced as Lucius' angry voice rose over the rumble of the hall in anger against Crabbe. He'd not succeeded in bedding Narcissa, for that Severus was glad, but his foul humour reflected that his sentiments to being so publicly shot down were far from amused.
The doors to the Great Hall opened with a flourish and a sweet, high note floated through the air. All talking stopped and heads turned as the voice was joined but another and another until what sounded like a choir of angles was standing just outside the Great Hall. And then came the Hogwarts Song, loud, rich and clear, for once all together in melodious harmony. And the Gryffindor girls made their appearance. Walking hand in hand, two by two and singing they entered the hall- and everyone gaped.
They'd all taken a page from Narcissas' book and dyed their hair - bright purple- the universal Hogwarts colour, with four streaks on the left side, bronze, black, gold and silver. On top of that each and every one sported the same shade of purple shirt with the words 'WE'RE ALL HOGWARTS STUDENTS' printed in green, blue, yellow and red print. As the song came to a close, the last notes drifting serenly to all listening ears they stopped. Lily and Narcissa who were heading the parade turned to each other.
"Enjoy breakfast, Narcissa."
"Why thank-you Lily, the same to you."
They shook hands, waved to everyone else and as Lily sat down beside James at the Gryffindor table while Narcissa bee-lined it to her saved seat at Severus' side and every other girl who'd joined the spectacle went to either the Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw tables to eat- asking quietly if seats were taken, sitting with upper or lower classmen in most cases.
Dumbledore stood, and began applauding. His hands voicing their appreciation for the act of anti-prejudice the girls had displayed rang loud and clear. Soon other teachers were standing and following his lead, clapping vigorously.....//It's about time...// Severus muttered to himself darkly turning a quirky smile at Narcissa who was too busy beaming at McGonagall to notice.
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The rest of their day was spent changing hair colour for other girls and making pins with their new slogan on it for the rest of the school. She had been the only one to master Narcissas' hair spell, it was severely complicated and took a great deal of concentration but after a few failed attempts she'd gotten it right. Lily was on seventh heaven, who knew it took losing Quidditch to find a friend?
Of course Narcissa had always been there, but never -there-. In every class it seemed she was sitting with someone from another house, she didn't join them for meals most of the time and in their room was quiet and solemn. It had never been a matter of hatred or anything so ingrained as that, but they had simply never had more than a very personal acquaintance with each other, that and respect, of course. But with the dealings of the previous day it had become obvious to Lily why Narcissa was a Gryffindor, brave enough to face the hatred of her entire house whom she had no choice but to deal with on a regular basis she cheered on her friends and participated in their highly entertaining lark. She'd told them all off last night when she'd been outnumbered and refused to back down from a face off with the most liked boy in Hogwarts who could ruin her with one word to his father -and- she'd worked a hefty bit of wandless magic several times over just to prove a point she felt needed to be made.
Even now she was sitting with Severus Snape of all people in the Gryffindor common room, right under Blacks' nose pouring over some Spanish text. That took guts. Hair the same purple as that morning, Severus it seemed had complied to wearing their slogan pin but was doing his best to hid it between the folds of his cloak.
She turned back to their conversation, Cassy and Ethel wear doing their DADA essay and still had a foot and two inches to write for the next day, James was talking to Peter about Herbology, Sirius was watching Remus who in turn was staring at Narcissa.
The poor boy was head over heels for the girl, everyone knew, but Sirius, it seemed, had issues with that, as with most things. Watching Sirius' face go from pink, to red, to scarlet, to maroon was entertaining for a while but the more bitter his expression got, the closer to his wand his hand traveled. Remus, on the other hand, seemed content to sit and stare, glancing every so often at the opened book in his lap just for good measure.
Cassidy looked up, "Lil, the wormwood needs to be added before or after the simmering of twenty minutes?"
Lily turned to their paper and thought a moment. There was a muttering beside her, Sirius had leaned over, nudged Remus and was murmuring: 'nothing there', 'not much to see', 'show you', and 'watch this'. Catching her ear she turned but before she got two words out of her mouth Sirius had shot off a spell that flew through the fairly full common room hitting Narcissa in the back.
Remus was on his feet immediately but Sirius' hand pulled him down in anticipation. Narcissa didn't notice a thing and continued to work as the four boys and three girls watched in horror- or in Blacks' case, delight as the spell took effect.
A hole, staring near one shoulder where the spell had hit began growing in her robes. It ate away at the material and seemed to seep onto her school blouse beneath. With the vanishing material spreading at an outstanding rate Sirius began to chortle- everyone was too shocked to speak. Her blouse was vanishing- bra strap exposed to the curious onlookers. The louder Sirius got the more people in the room turned to stare.
Narcissa reached a hand to scratch at her shoulder and upon meeting bare skin jumped up, knocking her chair back with a terrified shriek. The remnants of her robes fell to the floor, disappearing in a shock of smoke as her entire back, skirt and chest lost their cloth to the tissue-eating spell. Severus looked up at her outcry and his eyes widened in apprehension when she raised her arms to cover herself. Frightened tears flung themselves from her eyes as she doubled over in embarrassment.
Severus was up in a flash, his black school robe about her trembling form in an instant and his wand out the next.
No one said anything in the common room- eyes were darting back and forth from Severus to Sirius, as one stood smirking and the other glowered dangerously, the students seemed to be wondering who would make the first move.
"That was a cheap, dirty trick, Black." Snape growled his hands resting on Narcissas' shoulders, the girl hadn't moved but stood shaking in his arms her head buried in his shoulder in shame.
Sirius rose to his feet slowly, bringing his wand out with calculated movements. "What's the matter Snape, you'll share her with Malfoy but exposing her skinny arse to the rest is a crime?"
"Why you bloody mother of a boggart, I'll-" he raised his wand just as Sirius brandished his own.
A/N: Please review! Please? Pretty Please? With Several Cherries? Oh, next chapter Sirius gets nicer and..... Well the rest is a surprise!
By: Reirei no miko: Reirei_no_miko@hotmail.com
Warnings: This chapter: PG-13 swearing and adult situations Whole Story: R for angst, rape, torture and psychological manipulation
Chapter 4- Fuck the Facts
She wasn't drunk; when one had a plastered Lucius Malfoy attached to your hip, you stayed stone cold sober. Of course, he'd offered, she refused, he'd pushed, she'd shoved, he'd insisted, she'd left.......but that was to be expected.
The hallway was dark and empty and Narcissa tightened her borrowed shirt around herself, the damp draft was cutting through even one of Severus' silk shirts. She thought back on the evening and sighed, the alcohol had run swiftly and freely, most of the Slytherins would be running to Severus for an anti-hangover potion in the morning. It had been spiked butterbeer for the first years and straight shots for the rest over the past five hours.
The pink, frilly, Fat Lady was thankfully awake but she frowned at Narcissa all the same, "Everyone looked pretty down earlier, they've all locked themselves in the tower all day, but where have you been?"
Not in the mood to talk she shrugged off the question answering 'with friends' quietly.
"Oh," obviously the portrait was in a talkative mood and smiled sadly, "I heard we lost. "
Now irritated, tired and wanting a bath desperately to wash herself of Malfoy cologne she sighed, "Depends on who you ask. Pink Fairies."
Put off the portrait swung open and Narcissa climbed into her fire-lit common room. The crimson carpet was awash with red light dancing around, shadows jumping gently near the cackling flames. She shut the portrait behind her and turned to the stairs, not before movement caught her eye. She turned towards it, a form rising from a wing backed chair, long black hair falling over strong, broad shoulders and piercing gray eyes.
"Ah," he sneered, "here's the Slytherin whore now!"
Her fists clenched at her side a retort rising instinctively to her pursed lips, "Your one to talk, Black, just how many people do you shag a night?"
"At least I don't sink low enough to screw Malfoy."
She grit her teeth, first the train, then Remus and now this- it had gone far enough, "But you'll fuck Hufflepuff first years? If getting on your knees isn't low enough Black, try taking it up the arse......unless James is already *providing*?"
A fire burned deep within Sirius' eyes as they bore into hers. He stepped forward, around his chair where the flames leaping behind him gave off an eerie aura and approached her. "The fuck with this," he spat, nearly soaking her shoe, "you're going to stay away from Remus, he's too good for the likes of -you-."
There were footsteps from the staircase and they both turned to see James and Remus standing there. James had pinned his Prefect badge to his bathrobe and held himself like a club bouncer, giving them equally harsh looks. Remus was watching them with a mixture of fear, guilt and apprehension. "Black," Sirius winced at the use of his last name by his friend, "Silvermoon, what's going on?"
Narcissa drew herself up to full height but let Black speak, whatever she said, Black was going to win- James was his best friend after all.
"Silvermoon missed curfew, James." Sirius gave his friend his notorious thousand-watt smile and stuck his hands in his school issue pants nonchalantly tossing both boys a wink.
"Don't pull that crap, Sirius." This voice was harsh but held a feminine quality to it that was unmistakably the Gryffindor female Prefect.
The four of them turned to a dark corner of the room where a shock of red hair sat in the shadows. Lily stood up, walked over, all eyes following her and came to stand at Narcissas' side. "Evans?"
"I wonder, Black," Lily turned to him, glaring daggers, "what would McGonagall say to having one Gryffindor threaten another? That's not like us at all."
"She's not like us." He snapped, Narcissa saw him shoot a glance at James. She immediately understood: James wouldn't stand up to Lily and Remus wouldn't say anything- Black was alone. Fear was radiating from him though he kept his cool, he wasn't used to fighting battles alone- battles against his fellow soldiers.
She shook her head, "Evans, don't be stupid, he's right, this is my fight, don't piss off your friends."
"You're my friend Narcissa." Lily put a hand on her shoulder, "I've been sharing a dorm room with you for five years and I don't care who you spend your time with, you're a Gryffindor all the same- just like all of us."
Sirius spluttered, pointing an accusing finger, "She was with them today when they screwed over our Quidditch match! She's fucking *Lucius Malfoy*!"
More footsteps on stone stairs, the soft padding of bare feet and an soft noise in the back of someone's throat turned all their heads to the spiral staircase once more: "It's about time he started mixing houses." Cassidy Clearwater said loudly coming to stand by Lily. Narcissa wasn't surprised she was up, Cassidy normally couldn't sleep until everyone in their room was settled. Her hair was all up in curlers, like usual, and her stuffed owl was tucked under one arm. Another girl, the final member of their dorm- room was Ethel Rendrake who stood two steps behind Cassidy, nodding vigorously, her braided hair bobbing with her head.
"And those costumes looked cute- I'd have worn them too, if I'd been offered." Ethel pointed out. "Besides Narcissa just chose the best team, but don't we all? I mean, I live in London but during the world cup I always cheer for Australia, and no one judges -me- because of it."
Sirius grew red in the face, "She's a bloody traitor!"
"She's the smartest one here, Black! She's the only one here who's looked beyond house bigotry and found friends in Slytherin- not to mention elsewhere!"
"She IS a Slytherin, have you seen her hair?"
Narcissa scowled angrily, "Is that really what's bothering you Black? My hair?" she gave a derisive laugh at him and raised her hands. She touched her fingers to it and then her palms, running them through her hair, back towards the base of her neck. As her fingers met the strands their colour changed to a deep brown, bleeding the rich mahogany right to the roots. "Is that better? Maybe you want it longer?" she grabbed it by the roots and pulled, but as she tugged it grew, and grew.......and grew. It was now far past her waist and she glared at Sirius who watched her, like everyone else in the room, speechless. "Is there anything else bothering you, Sirius?"
He shut his mouth, aware that he was slack jawed and gaping.
Narcissa turned to give her dorm-mates a weak smile and pushed past to the staircase leading to their room where she rushed quickly, but not fast enough to look as if she was running away. She shut their dorm door and fell onto her bed, pulling the sheets up while still fully dressed, she was dirty, tired and hurt.........
It was several minutes and great deal of shouting later that the girls came back in.
"Narcissa?" Lily's voice floated over. " he was out of line and shouldn't have said what he did."
Narcissa nodded, though the others couldn't see and said, "Goodnight, girls and....... Thank you." the looks they exchanged across the room over her head were so silent she could hear them.
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The great hall was in an uproar. Lucius Malfoy, they were saying, heroically *saved* Sirius Black's -life-, Slytherin girls were the newest fad to be seen with and half the Gryffindors were missing......the -female- half.
Severus sat watching, listening and waiting, an empty seat to one side and Avery to the other. Lestrang sat opposite him and they ate in quiet. None of the house bore signs of the heavy drinking they'd done the night before but Lucius Malfoy was in a mood to kill and so they stayed silent. Severus hid a smirk as those around him winced as Lucius' angry voice rose over the rumble of the hall in anger against Crabbe. He'd not succeeded in bedding Narcissa, for that Severus was glad, but his foul humour reflected that his sentiments to being so publicly shot down were far from amused.
The doors to the Great Hall opened with a flourish and a sweet, high note floated through the air. All talking stopped and heads turned as the voice was joined but another and another until what sounded like a choir of angles was standing just outside the Great Hall. And then came the Hogwarts Song, loud, rich and clear, for once all together in melodious harmony. And the Gryffindor girls made their appearance. Walking hand in hand, two by two and singing they entered the hall- and everyone gaped.
They'd all taken a page from Narcissas' book and dyed their hair - bright purple- the universal Hogwarts colour, with four streaks on the left side, bronze, black, gold and silver. On top of that each and every one sported the same shade of purple shirt with the words 'WE'RE ALL HOGWARTS STUDENTS' printed in green, blue, yellow and red print. As the song came to a close, the last notes drifting serenly to all listening ears they stopped. Lily and Narcissa who were heading the parade turned to each other.
"Enjoy breakfast, Narcissa."
"Why thank-you Lily, the same to you."
They shook hands, waved to everyone else and as Lily sat down beside James at the Gryffindor table while Narcissa bee-lined it to her saved seat at Severus' side and every other girl who'd joined the spectacle went to either the Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw tables to eat- asking quietly if seats were taken, sitting with upper or lower classmen in most cases.
Dumbledore stood, and began applauding. His hands voicing their appreciation for the act of anti-prejudice the girls had displayed rang loud and clear. Soon other teachers were standing and following his lead, clapping vigorously.....//It's about time...// Severus muttered to himself darkly turning a quirky smile at Narcissa who was too busy beaming at McGonagall to notice.
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The rest of their day was spent changing hair colour for other girls and making pins with their new slogan on it for the rest of the school. She had been the only one to master Narcissas' hair spell, it was severely complicated and took a great deal of concentration but after a few failed attempts she'd gotten it right. Lily was on seventh heaven, who knew it took losing Quidditch to find a friend?
Of course Narcissa had always been there, but never -there-. In every class it seemed she was sitting with someone from another house, she didn't join them for meals most of the time and in their room was quiet and solemn. It had never been a matter of hatred or anything so ingrained as that, but they had simply never had more than a very personal acquaintance with each other, that and respect, of course. But with the dealings of the previous day it had become obvious to Lily why Narcissa was a Gryffindor, brave enough to face the hatred of her entire house whom she had no choice but to deal with on a regular basis she cheered on her friends and participated in their highly entertaining lark. She'd told them all off last night when she'd been outnumbered and refused to back down from a face off with the most liked boy in Hogwarts who could ruin her with one word to his father -and- she'd worked a hefty bit of wandless magic several times over just to prove a point she felt needed to be made.
Even now she was sitting with Severus Snape of all people in the Gryffindor common room, right under Blacks' nose pouring over some Spanish text. That took guts. Hair the same purple as that morning, Severus it seemed had complied to wearing their slogan pin but was doing his best to hid it between the folds of his cloak.
She turned back to their conversation, Cassy and Ethel wear doing their DADA essay and still had a foot and two inches to write for the next day, James was talking to Peter about Herbology, Sirius was watching Remus who in turn was staring at Narcissa.
The poor boy was head over heels for the girl, everyone knew, but Sirius, it seemed, had issues with that, as with most things. Watching Sirius' face go from pink, to red, to scarlet, to maroon was entertaining for a while but the more bitter his expression got, the closer to his wand his hand traveled. Remus, on the other hand, seemed content to sit and stare, glancing every so often at the opened book in his lap just for good measure.
Cassidy looked up, "Lil, the wormwood needs to be added before or after the simmering of twenty minutes?"
Lily turned to their paper and thought a moment. There was a muttering beside her, Sirius had leaned over, nudged Remus and was murmuring: 'nothing there', 'not much to see', 'show you', and 'watch this'. Catching her ear she turned but before she got two words out of her mouth Sirius had shot off a spell that flew through the fairly full common room hitting Narcissa in the back.
Remus was on his feet immediately but Sirius' hand pulled him down in anticipation. Narcissa didn't notice a thing and continued to work as the four boys and three girls watched in horror- or in Blacks' case, delight as the spell took effect.
A hole, staring near one shoulder where the spell had hit began growing in her robes. It ate away at the material and seemed to seep onto her school blouse beneath. With the vanishing material spreading at an outstanding rate Sirius began to chortle- everyone was too shocked to speak. Her blouse was vanishing- bra strap exposed to the curious onlookers. The louder Sirius got the more people in the room turned to stare.
Narcissa reached a hand to scratch at her shoulder and upon meeting bare skin jumped up, knocking her chair back with a terrified shriek. The remnants of her robes fell to the floor, disappearing in a shock of smoke as her entire back, skirt and chest lost their cloth to the tissue-eating spell. Severus looked up at her outcry and his eyes widened in apprehension when she raised her arms to cover herself. Frightened tears flung themselves from her eyes as she doubled over in embarrassment.
Severus was up in a flash, his black school robe about her trembling form in an instant and his wand out the next.
No one said anything in the common room- eyes were darting back and forth from Severus to Sirius, as one stood smirking and the other glowered dangerously, the students seemed to be wondering who would make the first move.
"That was a cheap, dirty trick, Black." Snape growled his hands resting on Narcissas' shoulders, the girl hadn't moved but stood shaking in his arms her head buried in his shoulder in shame.
Sirius rose to his feet slowly, bringing his wand out with calculated movements. "What's the matter Snape, you'll share her with Malfoy but exposing her skinny arse to the rest is a crime?"
"Why you bloody mother of a boggart, I'll-" he raised his wand just as Sirius brandished his own.
A/N: Please review! Please? Pretty Please? With Several Cherries? Oh, next chapter Sirius gets nicer and..... Well the rest is a surprise!