A/n: Would anyone mind telling me how I can get the writing out in italic? Maybe bold or even underlined? It's getting a bit annoying having it not come up, to tell you the truth.
I left you hanging a few minutes ago when I posted the second chapter, this I know. I'm trying to rebuff on my cliffhanger skills, muahahahaha!
In case you get a bit confused along the way in this chapter, I happened to make Lesley and Sirius's journals get mixed up, as if you were paying attention in the first chapter I mentioned that they were identical... -smiles innocently-
Please, enjoy;)
Chapter 3: Oops!
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As Lesley slowly lowered herself into the armchair nearest the fire, her eyes drowsy, she searched through her bag sleepily for her journal. In a sleepy look of triumph, she tugged it open.
At first nothing seemed different about it, but as she flipped through the pages, she found it was more full then she had had it only this morning. Suspicious, she flipped back to the first page. Eyes widening, drowsiness forgotten, she paused, should she really be going through someone else's journal?
"Hell yes," She muttered to herself, forgetting to even question to herself who's journal it was, as she was bound to find out soon enough. She read:
Her. What is her name? Lesley Riddle. Who is she? I have no clue. But I wish I knew.
It would be nice to know.
Brow furrowed, Lesley went to a few pages after that.
My first day was horrible. I was either late or made a mess in every one of my classes, and for one, I didn't even show up. This year's going to be terrible, I just know it is.
And there it was, in slightly messy handwriting, Sirius Black. Lesley's breath caught up in her chest. How could she have gotten his journal-she wasn't even aware that guys had journals ... wait, she was missing something?
"Oh my God," Lesley said, eyes widening with shock, "if I have his journal, then that means he has mine!"
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She was quite right. As soon as the crowded common room had died down, when Sirius pulled out what he suspected was his journal, he got a nasty shock when he found that it indeed was not. Every bit as curious (nosy, if you will) he read some of the pages:
I'm not sure what is worse, staying here or going home. I feel like I'm rotting here, but it's not like it'd be any better at home. Daddy won't be too keen on seeing me when I come home this summer anyway. Tom Riddle was not made for fatherhood.
And then there's Mom. How could she have abandoned me with him all those year ago? How can she live with herself for what she did? She left for exactly the same reason I want to leave. Daddy just ain't a ray of sunshine.
Rubbing his eyes to stay awake, he shook his head, turning a few more pages.
Why the hell can't we all just get along? What a corny line, but seriously. It's like Slytherins are cornered by all three of the other houses, most severely by Gryffindor. Why couldn't he have been sorted into a different house? Or why couldn't I have? Forget about him, Sirius Black is not making any attempt to see you, and you should do the same.
He can't be for you if both of our houses despise each other. It's just not plausible.
Sirius, now intrigued, read the small, neatly written signature, Lesley Riddle. Too weird.
"The journals must've been switched when I bumped into her," Sirius thought, aloud, "oh great, so that means she has mine too?" he groaned. "I'll have to give it back to her tomorrow." He decided.
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Actually, both of them had decided upon that course of action. Not surprising that it was almost a three weeks before they actually did end up giving the journals back.
Finally landing on the last journal entry, Lesley read:
Great, I've blown it. I shouldn't have gotten so mad at her, it's probably just what she wanted. Slytherins can be like that. But it's not exactly my place to be helping her anyway, especially if she doesn't want my help. I should have just tipped Professor McGonagall off, she could've helped her, and I wouldn't have gotten mixed up in it all.
What am I gonna do? It's so hard to not think about her, but I can't talk to her-
Sirius read the last line to Lesley's last entry:
I can't talk to him, he wouldn't understand.
Lesley scanned the last few words:
she wouldn't understand.
Both closed the separate journals. Now, they decided, they'd return it to the rightful owners.
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Lesley kept casting glances Sirius's way all throughout Flying class, and found her most enjoyable class less enjoyable because of it. They still needed to get their journals back...
"Mount your brooms," Madam Hooch ordered, and a series of "UP!"'s were heard, and the students sat on the broom as she had showed them.
"Now you shall go up on my whistle, perform three front flips and three back flips on your brooms," she continued, and nearly ever face went white, "don't worry, it's completely safe as long as you hold on," she assured them, but not many faces looked reassured.
Lesley smiled slightly, she loved brooms, though she didn't have one herself. It was against policy to own a broom in your first year, but when she came to her second year ... oh yes, a broom was one of her top priorities. The deafening whistle snapping her out of her own thoughts, she pushed her feet firmly on the ground, shooting up high into the air.
Only looking around herself to make sure that she wouldn't collide with anyone, she flipped frontwards once, twice, three times. Satisfied, yet dazed, she started backwards. Once, twice-
THUMP! And she collided with Sirius, who looked every bit as stunned as she was. Both had crashed into each other head on, and Lesley grabbed at her bleeding head before she could stop herself.
"Lesley, don't-" Sirius warned, grabbing onto her broomstick as it started to fly left and right, downwards and upwards.
"Ms. Riddle, Mr. Black I'm not sure what you two are doing but stop it this instant-" Madam Hooch began, but stopped with shock.
Lesley had maneuvered her hands back onto her broomstick, and not a moment too soon for it jerked her far to the right, knocking Sirius off his broom. Managing to hang onto Lesley's legs, Sirius looked below him, watching as the other students yelled up at them.
Grabbing the other broom with her other hand, Lesley tried to balance herself, biting her lip at the pain from added weight on her ankles and the blood slipping into her eyes, affecting her vision. She wanted no more then to let go, but she knew that was not an option. Trying to push the heads of the brooms downwards, she quickly brought them back up when they began plummeting to the ground.
Afraid that if she tried to swing Sirius back onto his broom that he would fall, Lesley grumbled to herself. Her hands were beginning to get sweaty on the two handles, she had to think fast. They were jumping higher now, and they needed to get back down...
"Sirius, climb up," Lesley ordered, wondering why they were on first name basis now.
"What?" He asked, confused.
"Climb up me, and get on one of these stinking brooms before I drop the both of us!" She exclaimed, already she could feel her hands slipping.
"Okay, hold on," Sirius said, as if it made a difference. Letting out a gasp as he moved his hands up to her knees and the back of her calves, her left hand began slipping off of the handle to one of the brooms.
"Hurry-up-" Lesley started, trying to pull the brooms down, but to no avail. She tried to keep her mind off of the tingling feeling she felt with his hands on her skin ... one of the brooms slipped out of her hands, and it zoomed away. "Holy shit!" Lesley exclaimed, feeling her right hand being pulled off. Quickly, without rubbing her left hand on her robes, she lifted her hand to the same broom that her right clung to.
Sirius was almost there now. Just as he had reached her back she had let go of one of the brooms, sending him back down to her hips. Putting his hands easily on her sides, he pushed himself up, trying not to get sidetracked with the way she was making him feel. Blowing his hair out of his eyes, he hooked his feet around to hers, pushing up. He heard her grunt in pain, and began working faster.
Lesley had to admit, it was taking a lot to keep her mind from straying back to how he was touching her, feeling her-Snap out of it, she told herself, your about to drop quite a bit of feet and all you can think about it how he's making you feel while he's climbing up you like your a tree? Her hands were really slipping now, but Sirius was almost there. Her knuckles turned white as she clenched them harder onto the broom.
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"What do you suspect their doing?" James inquired, watching the two in their ... predicament, enjoying himself immensely.
"Oh, I have not a clue," Remus replied, sarcastically as the two stood back to back, looking on with huge smiles.
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Now he was definitely almost there. Sirius wrapped his arms under her arms and back onto her shoulders, trying to hurry, seeing her hands slipping. Flipping his legs ontop of the broom, gently pushing Lesley's hands back near the twig part of the broom, Sirius clasped his hands on the handle.
"C'mon, your turn," He said.
She looked grim, "Just get us to the bloody ground before I crack my head open." She replied, not daring to remove a from the handle to wipe the sweat off. Nodding shortly, he slowly started descending to the ground, though it was still quite a ways down.
Lesley let out a short shriek as he hands suddenly left the broomstick. This was it, she was going to fall to her death, and in her first year! She started falling through the air, it was impossible to land without a scratch...
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"Now that's not a bloody good sign is it?" James asked, pointing to the falling speck.
"Certainly not," Remus agreed, both not too concerned with the danger.
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"Not giving up now," Sirius said, rushing down as fast as he could, hand outstretched. Grasping Lesley's wrist, looking very pleased with himself, Sirius panted, that was close. He wasn't letting go of her again until they got to the ground, even though he knew that she was probably writhing in pain from being clutched where a white bandage was, undoubtedly a place she had been hurt. Her head was covered with blood, too, he noticed. It was a bit hard to tell it from her dark hair, but it was glimmering in the light.
"Not a bloody nice ride, I must admit..." Lesley said, her head throbbing as she tried to look up at Sirius.
"Certainly not what I was expecting," Sirius admitted, letting Lesley land smoothly on her feet, though she fell to her knees anyway. Landing with a thud he dropped off the broom, out of breath.
"Mr. Black, Ms. Riddle, explain yourselves!" A towering voice barked, causing Lesley to close her eyes and put a hand up to her head, painfully.
"Well," Sirius said, seeming to have a hard time concentrating as well, "you can be sure it wasn't fun for either of us." He ended, struggling to his feet and stumbling as he let out a hand to help Lesley up.
She accepted it, though had a harder time standing. Madam Hooch even stopped looking at them with impatience as she looked Lesley over.
"What's wrong, dear?" She inquired, but Lesley waved her hand away when she approached.
"It's nothing, I'm fine," She assured, eyes rolling out of control as she stumbled back into Sirius, and then back forward again.
"We can all tell your lying," Madam Hooch said, a bit sternly, "both of you report to the infirmary-no buts from either of you Ms. Riddle or Mr. Black," she ordered.
"C'mon then, Riddle," Sirius said, wrapping her arm around his shoulder, "nice work out there," he added, and others seemed to think the same because they cheered her on as the two walked limply back indoors.
"Wasn't too bad, was I?" Lesley agreed, the cool shade in the castle making her head feel slightly better.
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Both of them nearly fell on their faces when they arrived to Madam Pomfrey, instead each fell against an opposite wall, Lesley sliding slowly to the ground, her eyes trying with all their might to roll back into her head.
"What in goblins name happened to you two?" Madam Pomfrey demanded as Sirius helped her bring Lesley to her feet.
"Flying practice,"
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News spread quickly about the incident with Sirius and Lesley, rumors went flying, and Ravenclaw along with Hufflepuff said in hushed voices about how it seemed that a Gryffindor had fallen for a Slytherin. Never would they have guessed in a million years that they were quite right.
Both Sirius and Lesley remained in the hospital wing for a weeks time, Madam Pomfrey tut-tuting after she had removed the bandages around Lesley's ankles and wrists, something about 'kids these days'.
Sirius had to admit, Lesley seemed in a lot worse shape then him, not that she would ever say so herself. He wouldn't have been surprised if she had just lied her way to getting out of the hospital wing faster. He was almost delighted when the color to her eyes and face returned, and it was only then did he remember the journals.
All this time and he had planned on giving her back hers right after Flying class, but then it had gotten all jumbled up with the other things that it had just ... passed his mind.
So as the two walked down to breakfast, Sirius decided it was time ... or rather, they both did at the same time.
"Here," they said in unison, "did you read it?" they asked, "Nooo," they both replied at the same time, shrugging their shoulders, trying not to seem guilty. "Well, thanks," both said, going in opposite directions. A couple seconds later they came back to face each other, forcing a smile as they exchanged the journals (somehow it had passed their minds to do it the first time) to their rightful owners, and then Lesley heading the way Sirius had first been going, and Sirius the way Lesley had. Confusing indeed.
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"So, have you snogged her yet?" James asked, outright. It was now nearing December, and still all the rumors hadn't stopped.
"No, why, you planning on it?" Sirius asked, trying not to take it that seriously ... very hard, extremely hard...
"No, Sirius, she's all yours. Can't tell me you didn't enjoy climbing up her just a little bit..." James teased.
"Sod off," Sirius said, noticing how touchy he was being, he added, "you would've been feelin' it up if it had been Lily," and couldn't help but snicker at the horrified look on Lily Evan's face.
"True," James admitted, giving Lily dreamy eyes, "we are made for each other," he batted his eyes dramatically.
"Go screw yourself." Lily snapped, grabbing her bag and storming out of the Great Hall.
"Oh, but I'd much rather it be you..." James said quietly after her. It was a good thing she hadn't heard him, or else someone would've ended up in the hospital wing. "She wants me, I know she does," he insisted.
Taking his chance of getting away, Sirius quietly separated himself, looking over to Lesley, who, amazingly, caught his gaze and nodded, and seconds later she slinked off while Lucius flirted with Narcissa.
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"What's up?" Lesley asked, hurrying after him as he walked outside, "Wait, it's cold out there you know-" she started.
"Not that cold, c'mon." Sirius said, pulling her after him.
Shivering in her thin cloak as the snow fell around her and Sirius both. "What's this about?" she asked. Over the past few months they had developed a sort of friendship, meeting in secret and that sort of thing.
"Do you like me?" Sirius blurted out, that hadn't been what he had wanted to ask, but that about summed it up.
"What?" She asked blankly, she had definitely not been expecting that.
"Well, ... well I, um..." Lesley looked away, pushing some hair awkwardly behind her ear...
Sirius stepped closer to her, licking his bottom lip, staring at her deeply. Lesley didn't meet his gaze, and he had to put his hand gently under her chin and had her face him, stroking her cheek softly. Her eyes screamed yes, and he pulled her closer to him, bringing his lips down to hers--
"Lesley, so there's where you are-" Lucius started, opening the door and starting to walk outside. The two's lips had hardly met and they pulled away instantly, Sirius pushing himself behind the bushes, knee-deep in snow.
"What are you doing outside? It's freezing," Lucius asked, pausing to look at her face, which was stunned and blushing in the face, "are you okay?" he added, "You look like someone just ran over your dog,"
Lesley stared at him, "what?"
"Okay, so maybe your watch is what got run over, if we don't get to class in five minutes we're gonna be late." Lucius said, grabbing Lesley by the arm and leading her back inside, her managing to mouth a 'sorry' over her shoulder before being dragged off.
Sirius wanted to hit himself, right in the face. He couldn't even kiss her before they were dragged apart. He sighed, getting to his feet and walking inside, brushing off the snow on his robes.
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"Hey," Sirius whispered in Lesley's ear, she had been sitting outside, as it happened to be a beautiful June day. She set her books on the grass as Sirius sat down next to her, thankful for everyone else not being outside. For some reason they thought sitting inside would help them learn better, prepare for the tests that would be taking place in only a week.
They hadn't seen much of each other since that December day, friends sidetracking them and homework blinding them.
"Hey," she whispered back, smiling softly. She licked her lips silently, knowing that it would probably drive him mad, but he looked so cute when he was mad, and she didn't mind doing it to get his attention.
"Stop that," he almost whined, and she smiled innocently.
"Whatever do you mean?" she asked, eyes sparkling.
"You know very well what I mean," he said, nibbling her ear thoughtfully.
"Stop it," she whispered, smiling at his actions. She was being played by her own game.
"I'm not sure what you mean..." Sirius said innocently, pulling back. He was being such a tease!
"You know we can't..." she muttered. He sat there, like it didn't matter. "not out here, Sirius, it'll be all over the school..."
"So your saying you don't want anyone to know?" Sirius asked, starting to get annoyed. She tried not to smile at his face, it was so ... pouty.
"No, Sirius, I just want our first kiss to be something we can have, not the gossip group," she whispered. There was silence for a while.
"Okay, I'll wait. You are such a pain when your right," he said, finally. Getting up he picked Lesley up off of the ground, her laughing.
"What are you doing?" she questioned. He sat back down, her in his lap.
"I'm gonna help you study," Sirius said, picking up her books and setting them on her lap, his head right by her ear.
"Fair enough,"
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Lesley sighed quietly to herself. Tomorrow was the last day she'd be considered a first year at Hogwarts. Then she'd have to endure a whole summer with her father. "You got through it for the last ten years, a summer shouldn't be that bad," she assured herself, though she knew why it bothered her. It was because she knew something better was out there now, and that she had experienced it.
"Hey, at least you have something to look forward to," she said, blushing to herself. "he'll be here when you get back." She had never wanted summer to come and go so quickly. Turning to the last page in her journal (she would have to get a new one, next year, she realized) she wondered thoughtfully what she should write.
It seems that I have to say good-bye to you, for now, dear readers. This parchment ends after this page, as does my first year at Hogwarts. So much has happened, so much that you have heard me talk endlessly about. I've fallen off brooms, I've exchanged journals, I've gotten a guy a pink diary, and I just happened to fall in ... well I think it's too stressing if I say love. But I know it's something like that. I think it could become love, if we can keep with it. And he doesn't seem to be thinking about leaving too soon.
As this year comes to a close I can make my resolution. Here we go, a corny, but truthful look at the one thing I wanna achieve before I get too far into the second year- I want to kiss Sirius Black, and I want it to be a good one, like those Muggles see in the movies, only something a little more 'cool,' I want to kiss him because I feel it tugging at me everytime I'm with him. Well, there you go, my secret for you to keep. Oh, and heres another little bit, I think he'd actually kiss me back.
Ha, that's something for you to chew on for a while.
Audio's Amigo,
Lesley Riddle
She put down her quill carefully. The common room was still alive with excitement as seventh years said good-bye to their younger friends and celebrated being free of schoolwork forever. Sixth years reminisced on how they knew they weren't gonna make it in seventh, while fifth years toasted to their health's (as long as it would last). Fourth and third years shrugged their shoulders, not caring about responsibility until years to come. Second years set off firecrackers, and first years ... well first years just sat around the common room, smiles growing as they gazed around the room.
And looking forward to their second year.
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A/n: I had actually planned a nice big smooch in this chapter, Lesley and Sirius were begging me to ... but, I think I'll make you wait a while longer, as you are making me a bit temperamental with all your not reviewingness. Not even one single e-mail either! How am I supposed to know your there?
Oh screw it, I'm having too much fun with this to care what you guys think. Though it would be a bit nice to know that I'm not as corny a writer as I read myself to be.
Until next time buckoes!
I left you hanging a few minutes ago when I posted the second chapter, this I know. I'm trying to rebuff on my cliffhanger skills, muahahahaha!
In case you get a bit confused along the way in this chapter, I happened to make Lesley and Sirius's journals get mixed up, as if you were paying attention in the first chapter I mentioned that they were identical... -smiles innocently-
Please, enjoy;)
Chapter 3: Oops!
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As Lesley slowly lowered herself into the armchair nearest the fire, her eyes drowsy, she searched through her bag sleepily for her journal. In a sleepy look of triumph, she tugged it open.
At first nothing seemed different about it, but as she flipped through the pages, she found it was more full then she had had it only this morning. Suspicious, she flipped back to the first page. Eyes widening, drowsiness forgotten, she paused, should she really be going through someone else's journal?
"Hell yes," She muttered to herself, forgetting to even question to herself who's journal it was, as she was bound to find out soon enough. She read:
Her. What is her name? Lesley Riddle. Who is she? I have no clue. But I wish I knew.
It would be nice to know.
Brow furrowed, Lesley went to a few pages after that.
My first day was horrible. I was either late or made a mess in every one of my classes, and for one, I didn't even show up. This year's going to be terrible, I just know it is.
And there it was, in slightly messy handwriting, Sirius Black. Lesley's breath caught up in her chest. How could she have gotten his journal-she wasn't even aware that guys had journals ... wait, she was missing something?
"Oh my God," Lesley said, eyes widening with shock, "if I have his journal, then that means he has mine!"
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She was quite right. As soon as the crowded common room had died down, when Sirius pulled out what he suspected was his journal, he got a nasty shock when he found that it indeed was not. Every bit as curious (nosy, if you will) he read some of the pages:
I'm not sure what is worse, staying here or going home. I feel like I'm rotting here, but it's not like it'd be any better at home. Daddy won't be too keen on seeing me when I come home this summer anyway. Tom Riddle was not made for fatherhood.
And then there's Mom. How could she have abandoned me with him all those year ago? How can she live with herself for what she did? She left for exactly the same reason I want to leave. Daddy just ain't a ray of sunshine.
Rubbing his eyes to stay awake, he shook his head, turning a few more pages.
Why the hell can't we all just get along? What a corny line, but seriously. It's like Slytherins are cornered by all three of the other houses, most severely by Gryffindor. Why couldn't he have been sorted into a different house? Or why couldn't I have? Forget about him, Sirius Black is not making any attempt to see you, and you should do the same.
He can't be for you if both of our houses despise each other. It's just not plausible.
Sirius, now intrigued, read the small, neatly written signature, Lesley Riddle. Too weird.
"The journals must've been switched when I bumped into her," Sirius thought, aloud, "oh great, so that means she has mine too?" he groaned. "I'll have to give it back to her tomorrow." He decided.
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Actually, both of them had decided upon that course of action. Not surprising that it was almost a three weeks before they actually did end up giving the journals back.
Finally landing on the last journal entry, Lesley read:
Great, I've blown it. I shouldn't have gotten so mad at her, it's probably just what she wanted. Slytherins can be like that. But it's not exactly my place to be helping her anyway, especially if she doesn't want my help. I should have just tipped Professor McGonagall off, she could've helped her, and I wouldn't have gotten mixed up in it all.
What am I gonna do? It's so hard to not think about her, but I can't talk to her-
Sirius read the last line to Lesley's last entry:
I can't talk to him, he wouldn't understand.
Lesley scanned the last few words:
she wouldn't understand.
Both closed the separate journals. Now, they decided, they'd return it to the rightful owners.
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Lesley kept casting glances Sirius's way all throughout Flying class, and found her most enjoyable class less enjoyable because of it. They still needed to get their journals back...
"Mount your brooms," Madam Hooch ordered, and a series of "UP!"'s were heard, and the students sat on the broom as she had showed them.
"Now you shall go up on my whistle, perform three front flips and three back flips on your brooms," she continued, and nearly ever face went white, "don't worry, it's completely safe as long as you hold on," she assured them, but not many faces looked reassured.
Lesley smiled slightly, she loved brooms, though she didn't have one herself. It was against policy to own a broom in your first year, but when she came to her second year ... oh yes, a broom was one of her top priorities. The deafening whistle snapping her out of her own thoughts, she pushed her feet firmly on the ground, shooting up high into the air.
Only looking around herself to make sure that she wouldn't collide with anyone, she flipped frontwards once, twice, three times. Satisfied, yet dazed, she started backwards. Once, twice-
THUMP! And she collided with Sirius, who looked every bit as stunned as she was. Both had crashed into each other head on, and Lesley grabbed at her bleeding head before she could stop herself.
"Lesley, don't-" Sirius warned, grabbing onto her broomstick as it started to fly left and right, downwards and upwards.
"Ms. Riddle, Mr. Black I'm not sure what you two are doing but stop it this instant-" Madam Hooch began, but stopped with shock.
Lesley had maneuvered her hands back onto her broomstick, and not a moment too soon for it jerked her far to the right, knocking Sirius off his broom. Managing to hang onto Lesley's legs, Sirius looked below him, watching as the other students yelled up at them.
Grabbing the other broom with her other hand, Lesley tried to balance herself, biting her lip at the pain from added weight on her ankles and the blood slipping into her eyes, affecting her vision. She wanted no more then to let go, but she knew that was not an option. Trying to push the heads of the brooms downwards, she quickly brought them back up when they began plummeting to the ground.
Afraid that if she tried to swing Sirius back onto his broom that he would fall, Lesley grumbled to herself. Her hands were beginning to get sweaty on the two handles, she had to think fast. They were jumping higher now, and they needed to get back down...
"Sirius, climb up," Lesley ordered, wondering why they were on first name basis now.
"What?" He asked, confused.
"Climb up me, and get on one of these stinking brooms before I drop the both of us!" She exclaimed, already she could feel her hands slipping.
"Okay, hold on," Sirius said, as if it made a difference. Letting out a gasp as he moved his hands up to her knees and the back of her calves, her left hand began slipping off of the handle to one of the brooms.
"Hurry-up-" Lesley started, trying to pull the brooms down, but to no avail. She tried to keep her mind off of the tingling feeling she felt with his hands on her skin ... one of the brooms slipped out of her hands, and it zoomed away. "Holy shit!" Lesley exclaimed, feeling her right hand being pulled off. Quickly, without rubbing her left hand on her robes, she lifted her hand to the same broom that her right clung to.
Sirius was almost there now. Just as he had reached her back she had let go of one of the brooms, sending him back down to her hips. Putting his hands easily on her sides, he pushed himself up, trying not to get sidetracked with the way she was making him feel. Blowing his hair out of his eyes, he hooked his feet around to hers, pushing up. He heard her grunt in pain, and began working faster.
Lesley had to admit, it was taking a lot to keep her mind from straying back to how he was touching her, feeling her-Snap out of it, she told herself, your about to drop quite a bit of feet and all you can think about it how he's making you feel while he's climbing up you like your a tree? Her hands were really slipping now, but Sirius was almost there. Her knuckles turned white as she clenched them harder onto the broom.
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"What do you suspect their doing?" James inquired, watching the two in their ... predicament, enjoying himself immensely.
"Oh, I have not a clue," Remus replied, sarcastically as the two stood back to back, looking on with huge smiles.
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Now he was definitely almost there. Sirius wrapped his arms under her arms and back onto her shoulders, trying to hurry, seeing her hands slipping. Flipping his legs ontop of the broom, gently pushing Lesley's hands back near the twig part of the broom, Sirius clasped his hands on the handle.
"C'mon, your turn," He said.
She looked grim, "Just get us to the bloody ground before I crack my head open." She replied, not daring to remove a from the handle to wipe the sweat off. Nodding shortly, he slowly started descending to the ground, though it was still quite a ways down.
Lesley let out a short shriek as he hands suddenly left the broomstick. This was it, she was going to fall to her death, and in her first year! She started falling through the air, it was impossible to land without a scratch...
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"Now that's not a bloody good sign is it?" James asked, pointing to the falling speck.
"Certainly not," Remus agreed, both not too concerned with the danger.
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"Not giving up now," Sirius said, rushing down as fast as he could, hand outstretched. Grasping Lesley's wrist, looking very pleased with himself, Sirius panted, that was close. He wasn't letting go of her again until they got to the ground, even though he knew that she was probably writhing in pain from being clutched where a white bandage was, undoubtedly a place she had been hurt. Her head was covered with blood, too, he noticed. It was a bit hard to tell it from her dark hair, but it was glimmering in the light.
"Not a bloody nice ride, I must admit..." Lesley said, her head throbbing as she tried to look up at Sirius.
"Certainly not what I was expecting," Sirius admitted, letting Lesley land smoothly on her feet, though she fell to her knees anyway. Landing with a thud he dropped off the broom, out of breath.
"Mr. Black, Ms. Riddle, explain yourselves!" A towering voice barked, causing Lesley to close her eyes and put a hand up to her head, painfully.
"Well," Sirius said, seeming to have a hard time concentrating as well, "you can be sure it wasn't fun for either of us." He ended, struggling to his feet and stumbling as he let out a hand to help Lesley up.
She accepted it, though had a harder time standing. Madam Hooch even stopped looking at them with impatience as she looked Lesley over.
"What's wrong, dear?" She inquired, but Lesley waved her hand away when she approached.
"It's nothing, I'm fine," She assured, eyes rolling out of control as she stumbled back into Sirius, and then back forward again.
"We can all tell your lying," Madam Hooch said, a bit sternly, "both of you report to the infirmary-no buts from either of you Ms. Riddle or Mr. Black," she ordered.
"C'mon then, Riddle," Sirius said, wrapping her arm around his shoulder, "nice work out there," he added, and others seemed to think the same because they cheered her on as the two walked limply back indoors.
"Wasn't too bad, was I?" Lesley agreed, the cool shade in the castle making her head feel slightly better.
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Both of them nearly fell on their faces when they arrived to Madam Pomfrey, instead each fell against an opposite wall, Lesley sliding slowly to the ground, her eyes trying with all their might to roll back into her head.
"What in goblins name happened to you two?" Madam Pomfrey demanded as Sirius helped her bring Lesley to her feet.
"Flying practice,"
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News spread quickly about the incident with Sirius and Lesley, rumors went flying, and Ravenclaw along with Hufflepuff said in hushed voices about how it seemed that a Gryffindor had fallen for a Slytherin. Never would they have guessed in a million years that they were quite right.
Both Sirius and Lesley remained in the hospital wing for a weeks time, Madam Pomfrey tut-tuting after she had removed the bandages around Lesley's ankles and wrists, something about 'kids these days'.
Sirius had to admit, Lesley seemed in a lot worse shape then him, not that she would ever say so herself. He wouldn't have been surprised if she had just lied her way to getting out of the hospital wing faster. He was almost delighted when the color to her eyes and face returned, and it was only then did he remember the journals.
All this time and he had planned on giving her back hers right after Flying class, but then it had gotten all jumbled up with the other things that it had just ... passed his mind.
So as the two walked down to breakfast, Sirius decided it was time ... or rather, they both did at the same time.
"Here," they said in unison, "did you read it?" they asked, "Nooo," they both replied at the same time, shrugging their shoulders, trying not to seem guilty. "Well, thanks," both said, going in opposite directions. A couple seconds later they came back to face each other, forcing a smile as they exchanged the journals (somehow it had passed their minds to do it the first time) to their rightful owners, and then Lesley heading the way Sirius had first been going, and Sirius the way Lesley had. Confusing indeed.
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"So, have you snogged her yet?" James asked, outright. It was now nearing December, and still all the rumors hadn't stopped.
"No, why, you planning on it?" Sirius asked, trying not to take it that seriously ... very hard, extremely hard...
"No, Sirius, she's all yours. Can't tell me you didn't enjoy climbing up her just a little bit..." James teased.
"Sod off," Sirius said, noticing how touchy he was being, he added, "you would've been feelin' it up if it had been Lily," and couldn't help but snicker at the horrified look on Lily Evan's face.
"True," James admitted, giving Lily dreamy eyes, "we are made for each other," he batted his eyes dramatically.
"Go screw yourself." Lily snapped, grabbing her bag and storming out of the Great Hall.
"Oh, but I'd much rather it be you..." James said quietly after her. It was a good thing she hadn't heard him, or else someone would've ended up in the hospital wing. "She wants me, I know she does," he insisted.
Taking his chance of getting away, Sirius quietly separated himself, looking over to Lesley, who, amazingly, caught his gaze and nodded, and seconds later she slinked off while Lucius flirted with Narcissa.
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"What's up?" Lesley asked, hurrying after him as he walked outside, "Wait, it's cold out there you know-" she started.
"Not that cold, c'mon." Sirius said, pulling her after him.
Shivering in her thin cloak as the snow fell around her and Sirius both. "What's this about?" she asked. Over the past few months they had developed a sort of friendship, meeting in secret and that sort of thing.
"Do you like me?" Sirius blurted out, that hadn't been what he had wanted to ask, but that about summed it up.
"What?" She asked blankly, she had definitely not been expecting that.
"Well, ... well I, um..." Lesley looked away, pushing some hair awkwardly behind her ear...
Sirius stepped closer to her, licking his bottom lip, staring at her deeply. Lesley didn't meet his gaze, and he had to put his hand gently under her chin and had her face him, stroking her cheek softly. Her eyes screamed yes, and he pulled her closer to him, bringing his lips down to hers--
"Lesley, so there's where you are-" Lucius started, opening the door and starting to walk outside. The two's lips had hardly met and they pulled away instantly, Sirius pushing himself behind the bushes, knee-deep in snow.
"What are you doing outside? It's freezing," Lucius asked, pausing to look at her face, which was stunned and blushing in the face, "are you okay?" he added, "You look like someone just ran over your dog,"
Lesley stared at him, "what?"
"Okay, so maybe your watch is what got run over, if we don't get to class in five minutes we're gonna be late." Lucius said, grabbing Lesley by the arm and leading her back inside, her managing to mouth a 'sorry' over her shoulder before being dragged off.
Sirius wanted to hit himself, right in the face. He couldn't even kiss her before they were dragged apart. He sighed, getting to his feet and walking inside, brushing off the snow on his robes.
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"Hey," Sirius whispered in Lesley's ear, she had been sitting outside, as it happened to be a beautiful June day. She set her books on the grass as Sirius sat down next to her, thankful for everyone else not being outside. For some reason they thought sitting inside would help them learn better, prepare for the tests that would be taking place in only a week.
They hadn't seen much of each other since that December day, friends sidetracking them and homework blinding them.
"Hey," she whispered back, smiling softly. She licked her lips silently, knowing that it would probably drive him mad, but he looked so cute when he was mad, and she didn't mind doing it to get his attention.
"Stop that," he almost whined, and she smiled innocently.
"Whatever do you mean?" she asked, eyes sparkling.
"You know very well what I mean," he said, nibbling her ear thoughtfully.
"Stop it," she whispered, smiling at his actions. She was being played by her own game.
"I'm not sure what you mean..." Sirius said innocently, pulling back. He was being such a tease!
"You know we can't..." she muttered. He sat there, like it didn't matter. "not out here, Sirius, it'll be all over the school..."
"So your saying you don't want anyone to know?" Sirius asked, starting to get annoyed. She tried not to smile at his face, it was so ... pouty.
"No, Sirius, I just want our first kiss to be something we can have, not the gossip group," she whispered. There was silence for a while.
"Okay, I'll wait. You are such a pain when your right," he said, finally. Getting up he picked Lesley up off of the ground, her laughing.
"What are you doing?" she questioned. He sat back down, her in his lap.
"I'm gonna help you study," Sirius said, picking up her books and setting them on her lap, his head right by her ear.
"Fair enough,"
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Lesley sighed quietly to herself. Tomorrow was the last day she'd be considered a first year at Hogwarts. Then she'd have to endure a whole summer with her father. "You got through it for the last ten years, a summer shouldn't be that bad," she assured herself, though she knew why it bothered her. It was because she knew something better was out there now, and that she had experienced it.
"Hey, at least you have something to look forward to," she said, blushing to herself. "he'll be here when you get back." She had never wanted summer to come and go so quickly. Turning to the last page in her journal (she would have to get a new one, next year, she realized) she wondered thoughtfully what she should write.
It seems that I have to say good-bye to you, for now, dear readers. This parchment ends after this page, as does my first year at Hogwarts. So much has happened, so much that you have heard me talk endlessly about. I've fallen off brooms, I've exchanged journals, I've gotten a guy a pink diary, and I just happened to fall in ... well I think it's too stressing if I say love. But I know it's something like that. I think it could become love, if we can keep with it. And he doesn't seem to be thinking about leaving too soon.
As this year comes to a close I can make my resolution. Here we go, a corny, but truthful look at the one thing I wanna achieve before I get too far into the second year- I want to kiss Sirius Black, and I want it to be a good one, like those Muggles see in the movies, only something a little more 'cool,' I want to kiss him because I feel it tugging at me everytime I'm with him. Well, there you go, my secret for you to keep. Oh, and heres another little bit, I think he'd actually kiss me back.
Ha, that's something for you to chew on for a while.
Audio's Amigo,
Lesley Riddle
She put down her quill carefully. The common room was still alive with excitement as seventh years said good-bye to their younger friends and celebrated being free of schoolwork forever. Sixth years reminisced on how they knew they weren't gonna make it in seventh, while fifth years toasted to their health's (as long as it would last). Fourth and third years shrugged their shoulders, not caring about responsibility until years to come. Second years set off firecrackers, and first years ... well first years just sat around the common room, smiles growing as they gazed around the room.
And looking forward to their second year.
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A/n: I had actually planned a nice big smooch in this chapter, Lesley and Sirius were begging me to ... but, I think I'll make you wait a while longer, as you are making me a bit temperamental with all your not reviewingness. Not even one single e-mail either! How am I supposed to know your there?
Oh screw it, I'm having too much fun with this to care what you guys think. Though it would be a bit nice to know that I'm not as corny a writer as I read myself to be.
Until next time buckoes!