Once Again
EXTRAS
By E.K. Black
NOTE: This is here for the indeterminably useful purpose of telling the world why I had to torture its eyeballs with sap-trash as well as adding a bit of gratuity to the dry piece of angst I hope you have just read. Take warning, spoilers lie ahead.
EXTRA NO.1
THE SCENE THAT DIED
It was a balmy autumn day, a Sunday, right after noon. The sun had just slipped behind a puffy row of cumulus clouds, and Sirius resented the laughs that were clearly audible from the grounds below him. Beside him, James gritted his teeth; apparently the same thought had just gone through both of their minds. The quills went on scratching over their parchments for a few minutes longer, then Sirius threw his down with a dismissive hmph.
This is stupid.
Hey, it could be worse, said James wearily, you could be helping Flitwick clean out his old bookshelves. He stretched. I'm hungry. Sirius's stomach gave a foreboding rumble. Me too, he replied, with some chagrin, as a trio of first-year girls giggled in a corner of the Common Room. Without further ado, the two left their mess of papers. I've got a couple bags of Many-Flavored Beans, said James as they ascended the stairs to the dormitory, and Chocolate Frogs. Your pick.
How bout we just get all of it? Sirius rubbed at his belly. Too bloody busy today writing Sprouts' stupid paper. He grinned, clutching melodramatically at James's arm. Oh, the pain! If I write any more, mandrakes are going to sprout from my eyes! James gave a little chuckle and went to his trunk.
The chocolate was a bit melted, but still much better than the Beans; James stuck a handful of dirt and grass into his mouth by mistake, thinking them chocolate and mint; Sirius, roaring with laughter at James's expression, then managed a combination of rotten apples and Brussels sprouts. Luckily, both had not left the empty dormitory for the exposure of the Common Room, and so only had the other laughing at them while they choked and dashed about looking for water. After that fiasco, Sirius immediately dug into the Frogs and shoved one with its eyes half melted into his mouth. It was still warm from sitting in James's trunk, and felt wonderful on his tongue. He sighed happily. James sat cross-legged across the pile of candies from Sirius and was busy unwrapping another Frog.
My god, thought Sirius, brain still in a haze of pleasure from the sweetness, Prongs is wonderful. He closed his eyes. He could hear James mumble blissfully as he, too, let the chocolate dissolve.
Things happened very fast after that. Suddenly Sirius was lying on his back on the deep rug, his hair rustling against its softness, and James, candy-breathed, was leaning down over him, warm, eager. Sirius said, still lost in the hot molten delight that coated the back of his throat and flowed silky into his stomach. James bent a few inches further and rested his cheek on Sirius's. His voice was as languid as the lukewarm sunshine that filtered in through a window in the deserted dormitory. Without warning, he shifted his face, skin faintly flushed, and pressed a kiss to Sirius's half-parted lips. They tasted the warmth of the intoxicatingly sweet mouth of the other; James's left hand somehow crept onto Sirius's nape while he greedily smoothed the other over and the same patch of jumper, apparently trying to find the edge of Sirius's clothes. The room was full of dust that twirled in the afternoon light and their small sounds.
James had finally succeeded in his quest for the edge of the jumper and had only just burrowed tickling fingers under it and onto the skin underneath when the door of the dormitory opened. Both of them froze, all the melting ache of chocolate gone from them. Sirius tried to twist around under James's hands, both to struggle free and to see who had come in, but before he could do so, the door shut with a tiny bump and left them alone again in the room filled with amber light, motionless like insects suspended.
Afterwards, James told him, whispering and looking entirely unlike himself with downcast face and shifty eyes, that the Frogs were meant for Lily. Sorry, mate, he muttered, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet, didn't mean to--
It's all right, said Sirius, as airily as he could.
