Authors note: this chapter is Just Jen and Sirius. Getting to know Jen a
bit better and how and American came to be at Hogwarts. Its also gets
smutty near the end. You've been warned!!
Disclaimer: Jkr owns the characters and world. They're not mine, didn't make them!
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Late night healing
Sirius slipped in unnoticed. He gave a quick glance to Madam Pomfreys office and seeing it empty, went to Jens bed. He dropped the cloak over a chair as he pulled it closer to the bed, then propped the Marauders map against a goblet on the nightstand, before sitting down.
The lamps were very dim, but Sirius could see Jens hair and skin were back to normal. She was sleeping soundly on her side facing him. She'd kicked off all the blankets but a sheet that draped just below her hip, where he could see the band of her knickers. She was wearing one of those sporty black tank tops she fancied so much. He gently reached down and pushed her hair behind her shoulder and fought the urge to tangle his fingers into it.
As he'd done many times before. It had taken longer to win Jen over than any girl he'd ever tried to charm. Because she and Lily were friends- and girls have a habit of talking- he knew she knew every thing James had told Lily. And Sirius told James everything. His reputation was quite a bit worse than his actual exploits, but up until Jen he didn't really mind. If the girls thought he would dump them after a few weeks, or days even, it made it that much easier. He really didn't have as many girls as everyone seemed to think. But James was the only one who knew it. He normally stayed away from Griffindors as a rule, sharing a tower with an ex- girlfriend was not a happy thought. There were two Ravenclaws he fancied last year, and a Hufflepuff at the beginning of this year. He did date a lot, but usually got bored after one or two dates.
Then Jen transferred in last year. Although unusual, transfers were not unheard of. She'd been attending the Salem Academy of Magic in America when she and her mother had relocated to Manchester. She'd told him Dumbledore himself sorted her. He wanted to prevent her-a sixth year- the humiliation of being sorted with the first years. Lily had volunteered to help get her settled, and when she sat her across from Sirius at the sorting ceremony his heart dropped into his boots. He was smitten at once. Unfortunately, Lily had warned her about the Marauders and she did not seem to be effected by his charms. In fact, Jen managed to thwart his every effort with what seemed complete passiveness. And it annoyed Sirius that she could so easily dismiss him. It had taken all last year and the first few months of this one to wear her down.
She took a deep breath and rolled onto her back, laying an arm above her head. She groaned softly and licked her lips, leaving them slightly parted. Sirius leaned in closer and brushed her bangs from her face. There was a gash, about six centimeters on the right side of her forehead just below the hairline. He cheek was also discolored, but in this light he couldn't tell how badly. He softly kissed the cut on her head. From my teeth, he thought.
Another soft groan.
He tilted his head and wove his fingers into the hair at her temple. He loved to look at her. Even now she had that independent defiant look about her. He smiled and stroked the satin of her hair between his fingers. Even sound asleep she was getting to him. He took a deep breath as heat began to gather in his gut. He leaned closer and softly kissed her lips.
With his fingers laced in her hair, he softly rubbed her temple with his thumb. It was his defense of her that finally convinced her to give him a shot. She'd dated a Slytherin seventh year last year, Charles Mendes. They all warned her, even Lily, about the Slytherins. She shook them off saying she wasn't raised with the same biases as they had been. Slytherins deserve the same respect as the other houses. She'd been with Chuck almost two months when they broke off. It had been a rather sudden break, one day she said how great he was, the next she was seething at the mere mention of his name. Sirius had asked her countless times what had happened, but she adamantly refused to say. All he knew was that after their break, the Slytherins took an abnormal interest in tormenting Jen. They'd drop her notes that would vanish before anyone else could read them, that would leave her close to tears. The girls would make sly comments only Jen could hear, and the boys would try to corner her endlessly. She'd avoided the Slytherins as a compulsion all the way to the end of last year. At the beginning of this year, the tormenting had considerably tapered off, but there were two or three of the boys that wouldn't let it go.
It was only dumb luck that Sirius had forgotten his ink and quill in Potions. When he'd backtracked to the classroom he'd caught Lucius Malfoy cornering Jen. He had her pressed up against the wall and was murmuring something to her, She was freely crying. When she saw Sirius enter her entire body showed signs of relief. "Do you mind, Black? Ms. Lennox and I are in the middle of something right now." Jen's eyes were pleading with him. "Not at all. I just came back for my quill. And my fellow Griffindor." Lucius turned on him, "But we're not finished." Jen had whimpered and ducked out of his clenches, "Lets go Sirius, please." She grabbed her bag from the floor and was standing behind him. He continued to stare at Lucius, "Oh, I think you are." He turned and started to escort Jen out when Lucius called "This isn't over, Lennox!" Sirius stopped dead and turned. With three long strides he was mere inches from Malfoys face. "Yes it is. And if you come anywhere near her again I'll kill you with my hands." Lucius only smiled, "I look forward to it."
Jen stretched her arm over her head and arched her back, pulling her tank up over her navel. Sirius smiled, if I didn't know any better, I'd say she's doing that on purpose. He kissed her again, softly licking her lower lip. He forced himself back. He was getting an ache in his groin he didn't want to have to take care of alone.
"Sirius?" Her voice was just a whisper, and she didn't so much as flutter an eyelash.
He laced one hand together with hers, "Right here."
"Good thing." She blinked her eyes open. "I was afraid I'd have to tell Dumbledore about Madam Pomfreys late night visits."
"Was there really any doubt?"
She smiled and slightly shook her head. "I fell."
"Yes."
"You caught me."
"Yes." He looked serious, "I'm so sorry."
"Not now, " she squeezed his hand with a conspiratorial grin, "But when I get out of here, " she pointed around the room, "Then you will be."
Sirius fully expected her to still be furious. He thought she'd Yell, cry, hit him, anything. But she only smiled at him with a mischievous twinkle. "I'm really going to pay, aren't I?"
She sat up and tangled a hand into the hair at the back of his neck, pulling him closer, "And then some." She started to lean in for a kiss, but stopped and pulled her head back looking at him with furrowed brows, "That's one helluva shiner." She turned his head to get a better look. "Did I do that?"
He shrugged a shoulder, "It's possible. We knocked each other around pretty good. I notice you've still got some bruises."
"Yes, but I had the benefit of treatment from Madam Pomfrey. I can't believe she'd just let you walk out of here like that!"
"She didn't." He smiled at her concern for him, "I think you kind of like me."
Her concern was replaced with good-humored astonishment, "It's always about you, isn't it? Me me me. You're absolutely hopeless."
"Oh, you love it, and you know it." He took her arms and pinned them behind her back, "You wouldn't know what to do without me."
"Really." She tried to lean away, but he held her securely. "Now see, I was going to offer to kiss all your boo boo's better, but if you'd rather keep on with your ego-"
He pulled her close and sealed their mouths with a firm kiss. For a moment she tried to resist, but relaxed as his tongue found its way into her mouth. He released her hands and pulled her closer. Her arms found their way around his neck.
"God, you're yummy." She said into his mouth.
"Talk talk talk. That's all you girls ever do." He wove a hand into the hair at the nape of her neck and gently, but firmly pulled. She tipped her head back allowing him to trace her jaw with his mouth.
Her hands had found their way to the buttons on his shirt and were quickly pulling them loose. She pushed the shirt open and drew her hands around to his back bending her head to his shoulder. Just the feel of his skin was an enormous arousal. She seriously doubted there was a once of fat on his body. She breathed a throaty breath where his collarbone met his throat before she nipped at the bone.
He began to slowly push her back down, shifting to lie beside her. He shrugged his shirt off and pressed his lips to hers with a bit more force. He leaned on one elbow and as he claimed her mouth, he brushed his hand across an already pert nipple through the tank. A hand grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss, and another slid down his side to the band of his pants. His mouth moved down her neck; to her shoulder as his hand found its way beneath the tank. He was sliding his hand up her stomach when she jerked.
"Ow! That hurt!"
He looked up at her, confused. He'd barely touched her. She was smiling at him. "Bruises." She nodded to her stomach, still grinning.
Sirius pulled her tank up and saw several discolored ribs. "Oh." He traced them gently then looked at her "Should we be doing this?"
She shifted onto her side and grabbed the front of his pants jerking him closer to her, "Don't even think about stopping."
"I don't want to hurt you."
"Only paint me green." She ginned as she started to unfasten his trousers.
"That's one way to keep other men away from you." He nipped at her ear.
"Mmmm." She leaned into him, "Getting a bit possessive, now?"
"Absolutely." He pressed her back into the bed and made short work of removing their remaining clothing. They didn't seem to care for conversation anymore as they had become possessed.
Their normally primal sex was much slower this time. Although strong and hard, he was paying more attention to her reactions, moving more slowly. She clung to him more firmly and her throat released deeper sounds. He spent more time kissing her. Her fingers didn't scratch.
And this time she waited. In the past, she would throw herself into climax, knowing he would follow shortly, but this time she waited for him. She knew all his signs and forced herself to wait. It wasn't easy.
They erupted together; fiercely clinging to one another, moaning and grunting into each other's necks. He pulled her tighter to his body ignoring the pain as she grabbed a rather painful bruise on his back.
He collapsed into her arms, panting onto her neck. She was still wrapped around his body, holding him firmly in place with her legs and arms. She too, was trying to catch breath.
When she finally allowed him to roll off her he shifted and leaned in for a slow, deep, probing kiss. She responded in kind.
"What was that?" He asked lazily.
Jen rubbed her hand down his arm, "Better than normal?" She smiled.
He turned onto his back, and pulled her into his arms. "Yes."
As she snuggled into his arms, nuzzling against his chest, she felt he meant something else. She immediately pushed the thought aside. She had felt it too, but she wasn't ready to say it. And she knew he wasn't. It was best to leave this for another time. A time when they weren't naked.
"When does Madam Pomfrey come in to check you?" He said, changing the thought stream.
"Sometime after dawn." She toyed with the few hairs on his chest, "But you spend enough time here to already know that!" She giggled.
"Hey, no teasing in the afterglow!" He smiled and shook her gently, then kissed the top of her head.
Her arm wrapped around his waist as she tried to pull herself closer to him. She felt sleep creeping back up on her.
"Do you mind if I stay awhile?" He ran a hand across her shoulders
"I'd be mortally offended if you didn't" she closed her eyes against his chest. "Anyway, I don't think I could move to let you go."
"I don't think I could move to go." He kissed her head again allowing sleep to come to him.
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Thanks for the emails!! I hope this was okay! Please review!! Chapter four should be along shortly. Teaser? Oh, yeah. Lets just say more humor, more fun. Jen finally gets her revenge. Unfortunately James, Remus and Peter take it a bit personally.
Disclaimer: Jkr owns the characters and world. They're not mine, didn't make them!
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Late night healing
Sirius slipped in unnoticed. He gave a quick glance to Madam Pomfreys office and seeing it empty, went to Jens bed. He dropped the cloak over a chair as he pulled it closer to the bed, then propped the Marauders map against a goblet on the nightstand, before sitting down.
The lamps were very dim, but Sirius could see Jens hair and skin were back to normal. She was sleeping soundly on her side facing him. She'd kicked off all the blankets but a sheet that draped just below her hip, where he could see the band of her knickers. She was wearing one of those sporty black tank tops she fancied so much. He gently reached down and pushed her hair behind her shoulder and fought the urge to tangle his fingers into it.
As he'd done many times before. It had taken longer to win Jen over than any girl he'd ever tried to charm. Because she and Lily were friends- and girls have a habit of talking- he knew she knew every thing James had told Lily. And Sirius told James everything. His reputation was quite a bit worse than his actual exploits, but up until Jen he didn't really mind. If the girls thought he would dump them after a few weeks, or days even, it made it that much easier. He really didn't have as many girls as everyone seemed to think. But James was the only one who knew it. He normally stayed away from Griffindors as a rule, sharing a tower with an ex- girlfriend was not a happy thought. There were two Ravenclaws he fancied last year, and a Hufflepuff at the beginning of this year. He did date a lot, but usually got bored after one or two dates.
Then Jen transferred in last year. Although unusual, transfers were not unheard of. She'd been attending the Salem Academy of Magic in America when she and her mother had relocated to Manchester. She'd told him Dumbledore himself sorted her. He wanted to prevent her-a sixth year- the humiliation of being sorted with the first years. Lily had volunteered to help get her settled, and when she sat her across from Sirius at the sorting ceremony his heart dropped into his boots. He was smitten at once. Unfortunately, Lily had warned her about the Marauders and she did not seem to be effected by his charms. In fact, Jen managed to thwart his every effort with what seemed complete passiveness. And it annoyed Sirius that she could so easily dismiss him. It had taken all last year and the first few months of this one to wear her down.
She took a deep breath and rolled onto her back, laying an arm above her head. She groaned softly and licked her lips, leaving them slightly parted. Sirius leaned in closer and brushed her bangs from her face. There was a gash, about six centimeters on the right side of her forehead just below the hairline. He cheek was also discolored, but in this light he couldn't tell how badly. He softly kissed the cut on her head. From my teeth, he thought.
Another soft groan.
He tilted his head and wove his fingers into the hair at her temple. He loved to look at her. Even now she had that independent defiant look about her. He smiled and stroked the satin of her hair between his fingers. Even sound asleep she was getting to him. He took a deep breath as heat began to gather in his gut. He leaned closer and softly kissed her lips.
With his fingers laced in her hair, he softly rubbed her temple with his thumb. It was his defense of her that finally convinced her to give him a shot. She'd dated a Slytherin seventh year last year, Charles Mendes. They all warned her, even Lily, about the Slytherins. She shook them off saying she wasn't raised with the same biases as they had been. Slytherins deserve the same respect as the other houses. She'd been with Chuck almost two months when they broke off. It had been a rather sudden break, one day she said how great he was, the next she was seething at the mere mention of his name. Sirius had asked her countless times what had happened, but she adamantly refused to say. All he knew was that after their break, the Slytherins took an abnormal interest in tormenting Jen. They'd drop her notes that would vanish before anyone else could read them, that would leave her close to tears. The girls would make sly comments only Jen could hear, and the boys would try to corner her endlessly. She'd avoided the Slytherins as a compulsion all the way to the end of last year. At the beginning of this year, the tormenting had considerably tapered off, but there were two or three of the boys that wouldn't let it go.
It was only dumb luck that Sirius had forgotten his ink and quill in Potions. When he'd backtracked to the classroom he'd caught Lucius Malfoy cornering Jen. He had her pressed up against the wall and was murmuring something to her, She was freely crying. When she saw Sirius enter her entire body showed signs of relief. "Do you mind, Black? Ms. Lennox and I are in the middle of something right now." Jen's eyes were pleading with him. "Not at all. I just came back for my quill. And my fellow Griffindor." Lucius turned on him, "But we're not finished." Jen had whimpered and ducked out of his clenches, "Lets go Sirius, please." She grabbed her bag from the floor and was standing behind him. He continued to stare at Lucius, "Oh, I think you are." He turned and started to escort Jen out when Lucius called "This isn't over, Lennox!" Sirius stopped dead and turned. With three long strides he was mere inches from Malfoys face. "Yes it is. And if you come anywhere near her again I'll kill you with my hands." Lucius only smiled, "I look forward to it."
Jen stretched her arm over her head and arched her back, pulling her tank up over her navel. Sirius smiled, if I didn't know any better, I'd say she's doing that on purpose. He kissed her again, softly licking her lower lip. He forced himself back. He was getting an ache in his groin he didn't want to have to take care of alone.
"Sirius?" Her voice was just a whisper, and she didn't so much as flutter an eyelash.
He laced one hand together with hers, "Right here."
"Good thing." She blinked her eyes open. "I was afraid I'd have to tell Dumbledore about Madam Pomfreys late night visits."
"Was there really any doubt?"
She smiled and slightly shook her head. "I fell."
"Yes."
"You caught me."
"Yes." He looked serious, "I'm so sorry."
"Not now, " she squeezed his hand with a conspiratorial grin, "But when I get out of here, " she pointed around the room, "Then you will be."
Sirius fully expected her to still be furious. He thought she'd Yell, cry, hit him, anything. But she only smiled at him with a mischievous twinkle. "I'm really going to pay, aren't I?"
She sat up and tangled a hand into the hair at the back of his neck, pulling him closer, "And then some." She started to lean in for a kiss, but stopped and pulled her head back looking at him with furrowed brows, "That's one helluva shiner." She turned his head to get a better look. "Did I do that?"
He shrugged a shoulder, "It's possible. We knocked each other around pretty good. I notice you've still got some bruises."
"Yes, but I had the benefit of treatment from Madam Pomfrey. I can't believe she'd just let you walk out of here like that!"
"She didn't." He smiled at her concern for him, "I think you kind of like me."
Her concern was replaced with good-humored astonishment, "It's always about you, isn't it? Me me me. You're absolutely hopeless."
"Oh, you love it, and you know it." He took her arms and pinned them behind her back, "You wouldn't know what to do without me."
"Really." She tried to lean away, but he held her securely. "Now see, I was going to offer to kiss all your boo boo's better, but if you'd rather keep on with your ego-"
He pulled her close and sealed their mouths with a firm kiss. For a moment she tried to resist, but relaxed as his tongue found its way into her mouth. He released her hands and pulled her closer. Her arms found their way around his neck.
"God, you're yummy." She said into his mouth.
"Talk talk talk. That's all you girls ever do." He wove a hand into the hair at the nape of her neck and gently, but firmly pulled. She tipped her head back allowing him to trace her jaw with his mouth.
Her hands had found their way to the buttons on his shirt and were quickly pulling them loose. She pushed the shirt open and drew her hands around to his back bending her head to his shoulder. Just the feel of his skin was an enormous arousal. She seriously doubted there was a once of fat on his body. She breathed a throaty breath where his collarbone met his throat before she nipped at the bone.
He began to slowly push her back down, shifting to lie beside her. He shrugged his shirt off and pressed his lips to hers with a bit more force. He leaned on one elbow and as he claimed her mouth, he brushed his hand across an already pert nipple through the tank. A hand grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss, and another slid down his side to the band of his pants. His mouth moved down her neck; to her shoulder as his hand found its way beneath the tank. He was sliding his hand up her stomach when she jerked.
"Ow! That hurt!"
He looked up at her, confused. He'd barely touched her. She was smiling at him. "Bruises." She nodded to her stomach, still grinning.
Sirius pulled her tank up and saw several discolored ribs. "Oh." He traced them gently then looked at her "Should we be doing this?"
She shifted onto her side and grabbed the front of his pants jerking him closer to her, "Don't even think about stopping."
"I don't want to hurt you."
"Only paint me green." She ginned as she started to unfasten his trousers.
"That's one way to keep other men away from you." He nipped at her ear.
"Mmmm." She leaned into him, "Getting a bit possessive, now?"
"Absolutely." He pressed her back into the bed and made short work of removing their remaining clothing. They didn't seem to care for conversation anymore as they had become possessed.
Their normally primal sex was much slower this time. Although strong and hard, he was paying more attention to her reactions, moving more slowly. She clung to him more firmly and her throat released deeper sounds. He spent more time kissing her. Her fingers didn't scratch.
And this time she waited. In the past, she would throw herself into climax, knowing he would follow shortly, but this time she waited for him. She knew all his signs and forced herself to wait. It wasn't easy.
They erupted together; fiercely clinging to one another, moaning and grunting into each other's necks. He pulled her tighter to his body ignoring the pain as she grabbed a rather painful bruise on his back.
He collapsed into her arms, panting onto her neck. She was still wrapped around his body, holding him firmly in place with her legs and arms. She too, was trying to catch breath.
When she finally allowed him to roll off her he shifted and leaned in for a slow, deep, probing kiss. She responded in kind.
"What was that?" He asked lazily.
Jen rubbed her hand down his arm, "Better than normal?" She smiled.
He turned onto his back, and pulled her into his arms. "Yes."
As she snuggled into his arms, nuzzling against his chest, she felt he meant something else. She immediately pushed the thought aside. She had felt it too, but she wasn't ready to say it. And she knew he wasn't. It was best to leave this for another time. A time when they weren't naked.
"When does Madam Pomfrey come in to check you?" He said, changing the thought stream.
"Sometime after dawn." She toyed with the few hairs on his chest, "But you spend enough time here to already know that!" She giggled.
"Hey, no teasing in the afterglow!" He smiled and shook her gently, then kissed the top of her head.
Her arm wrapped around his waist as she tried to pull herself closer to him. She felt sleep creeping back up on her.
"Do you mind if I stay awhile?" He ran a hand across her shoulders
"I'd be mortally offended if you didn't" she closed her eyes against his chest. "Anyway, I don't think I could move to let you go."
"I don't think I could move to go." He kissed her head again allowing sleep to come to him.
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Thanks for the emails!! I hope this was okay! Please review!! Chapter four should be along shortly. Teaser? Oh, yeah. Lets just say more humor, more fun. Jen finally gets her revenge. Unfortunately James, Remus and Peter take it a bit personally.