AN: Hey!!! I'm sorry, but I've had terrible exams this year and I'm still dead tired, but I promise I'll write more soon. I just can't find strength.

AN2: This is the last chapter of this part of this story. And it's definitely R :p. I have to end it for now, just to have one thing completed. Enjoy!!!!! I will divide it into two parts. I just realized it would be too long and I don't want you to wait anymore.

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Chapter 13: I am not afraid

Sirius looked down at Jill, who was muttering something to herself, and still trembling. She was cold and less and less aware of what had happened and what was happening.

"Think, you fool!!!" he cursed himself in mind. What should he do? How to take care of Jill??

He looked down at her, she seemed more miserable than a while before and very, very sad. Depressed. He stroked her hair shyly and smiled nervously. He smiled to himself because he knew Jill was unaware of everything. She also looked as if she hadn't felt his touch. His mind was looking for different solutions to the situation, and though he tried very hard to concentrate on the matter, the silky smoothness of her hair disrupted his mind. He cursed himself once again, why the hell in such a situation he had to put his erotic desires before his soul, Jill's soul needs. Fuck!

'It's OK, Jill. We're safe now...' he kept repeating it like mantra, trying to calm her with such disjointed and clumsy words. Coleman was muttering things to herself on and on and the lack of contact with her pressed Sirius' mind to do extra thinking. She was trembling, she was so cold... And then it hit him. Of course. They had to warm themselves. Shit, it was so easy. Black realised, how much the freezing hex had affected his own mind. The did thinking so slowly. He feared to assume how serious Jill's state was.

'Jill!!!! We had o warm ourselves!!. Baby, it's so, so easy... Let's...' he looked around, seeking for some material help and confirmation to his idea. 'Let's go upstairs. Mine room is the only one heated right now, so there should be warm enough. And I'm sure the sheets have been warmed, too. So... C'mon...' he tried to laugh but it came out too hysteric.

Jill didn't react or move. Her eyes were absent and her lips were moving irregularly. Her cheeks were still dirty because of the lampblack and dust. Only few lines were clear, because of the streams of tears. She still cried though she seemed to be totally unaware of that, too. Sirius felt his heart wringed of pain. He decided to pick her up and carry upstairs. She didn't oppose. She seemed so small and for Sirius she weighed less than a pound.

Jill, unconsciously, put her arms around his neck and lay her head on his shoulder. She was in a terrible condition, but, subconsciously, she felt his presence and touch were doing her good. So, like a little child, she wanted more.

Jill couldn't think reasonably, but, if she was able to, she would have said that it was obvious: holding one another is the best known cure for freezing hex. People share each other's body warmth and heat themselves. She would have claimed it was the best and the fastest and the easiest way to cope with the problem. What is more, she would have laughed if she heard that somebody had forgotten about it.

And now she didn't even know she can heal herself, not die.

Her mind was occupied with angry, sad thoughts full of sorrow, disappointment and bitterness. Jill had always been sarcastic, but never as much as on that day. Her whole soul was growling. She felt (or: she would have felt it she hadn't been so down) emptiness, loneliness, helplessness and the tiny little bit of her that was happy because of sudden reunion with Sirius was still lost between those noisy feelings.

She didn't react when Sirius was walking up the stairs, she didn't oppose when he sat her on the bed and begun undressing her wet clothed. She didn't notice his hands were trembling (oh, they weren't trembling because of coldness). All she knew was that she was frozen, wet, stupid, redundant and useless... And she kept repeating those humbugs to herself. Sirius, beaten, gave up protesting.

He looked around to decide, what he should do first. Drying and warming seemed the most important, so he sought for blankets, towels and dry clothes.

He unbuttoned her robes, wet and dirty, and Jill's shaking body was now dressed in grey, tight jumper and a pair of denim jeans. He blanketed her arms and removed her shoes. He dried her feet gently. They were so small, so sensitive. Jill always looked so self-confident (maybe not always, but usually, when with people), so strong and now, shaking and crying, she was like a child and all he wanted to do is to take care of her, hold her, caress her. Yes, Sirius already knew they had to hold one another to stay alive and gain normal warmth of their bodies. The only thing he didn't know was how to inform her.

Sirius felt guilty, but he decided to take his time. Drying her feet was a sexy activity and a thought of a completely (he was aware of that) asexual hugging was painful. Her feet were dry and warm at last and now Sirius had to take care of Jill's legs. Her trousers were heavy and soaked and she was trembling. He looked at her timorously, but she avoided his eyes. However, after the wiping, she was calmer and stagnant. Sirius wondered, whether he was able to give her a little bit of peace.

'Now I will have to pull down your trousers, Jill. They're completely wet, ya know. Totally.' He talked to her, but this was the way to encourage himself. That was funny-Sirius was afraid of undressing a girl. He hesitated and his hands were trembling, he knew that was not because of coldness.

He unzipped the jeans and pulled them down. Jill remained motionless. He legs were almost as cold as if they'd been made of ice. He wanted to cry, now more than ever before. It all... everything that... things, which... It was so fucking unfair that a brave, clever, smart girl like Jill was so badly hurt and sat there, in front of him, unable to speak seriously, to move, to be warm and gleaming, unconscious and lost in dreadful thoughts. It was too terrible to bear. He knew he had to talk to her, to keep the tiny thread of contact they had alive. He tried hard to concentrate on towelling, not contemplating the beaten body. The body, he still fancied so much.

'You know, it's no fun removing your jeans, Coleman' the words were coming fast from his lips, and he hadn't thought much about what he was talking. He just wanted to keep talking. 'They're entirely wet, like you, you know, a man is made of water, and some other stuff of course, but it's mainly water, so... Ya know, Jill, you should tan yourself a little, maybe, sometimes, I mean, your porcelain skin looks wonderful...God, would you please help me, it's not so easy to take off those bedraggled jeans...'

When the trousers finally fell on the floor, Jill, still motionless, was left in her black panties, half naked and shaking. Sirius had to do the only thing he thought he would never do: he had to cover Jill's body with warmed counterpane. She was sitting on the edge of the four-poster-bed, totally unaware of what Sirius was doing. And now he was beginning to take of her jumper and dress her in one of his clean, dry t-shirts. Undressing Jill... Sirius thought he couldn't have wished a better cure to that terrible evening. Now she, her body, her sensitive, porcelain-like, gentle body occupied his mind. He forgot about the accident.

He removed her shirt and though he tried to dress her in tidy t-shirt quickly, he couldn't help noticing Jill wasn't wearing a bra. He swallowed hard. How much more of this does he have to bear?? Jill, ignorant, silent, motionless, NAKED in his arms. It all should have been different. DIFFERENT!!!!

He finished dressing her and hugged her for a while. He had to leave for the kitchen, but wanted Jill to stay warm, and his warmth was the only one he could offer. He felt Jill rested her head on his shoulder, a nice, intimate moment. He kissed her head gently and, slowly, lay her on the bed, covering her with all the sheets that were there.

'Jill, I have to go to the kitchen, hot chocolate is still the best aid to dark spells' he laughed nervously, he realised he was doing that too often that evening. 'I have no idea where that creature Kreacher is, so... lie calm, and I'll be back...'

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When he came back, with two huge mugs and a pot of boiling chocolate, Jill was lying, her eyes open, and more conscious, her hand on her forehead, making an impression she was thinking. She heard him enter and before he could do or say something she sat on the bed and gazed seriously at him.

'Are you OK?' he asked solicitously, but Jill didn't answer but... attacked him verbally!!

'Sirius, what the fuck are you doing??!?!?? Why haven't you changed your wet clothes, yet?? Why haven't you washed, towelled or warmed yourself? Do you want to die?? Why...'

Sirius made an important, mannish decision and interrupted her. Poor Jill, she still wasn't well enough to think and he, Sirius, wanted to heal her. He only didn't realise she was worried about him, too.

'Hey, drink it, Coleman' he said, maybe a little too sharply and coldly and passed her the mug. 'Just, shut up and drink, OK? You felt miserable and left me all the thinking and I was trying...' he stopped to take a breath. 'trying to keep you alive, ok?'

'Why are you doing this?' she asked and drank her drink slowly. Sirius felt an urge to push her and make her do it faster.

'Chocolate is the best when DA hexes have hit you, babe and you know it, so please, drink it' he answered, knowing that she wanted another words. She wanted to know why he helped her, and why he wanted to put her before him. And he said that to avoid talking about second point of his curing plan: hugging. But he changed is clothes and dried his hair.

"Oh, boy" he thought. "Hugging a girl, hugging such a girl can't be that difficult."

Jill rested her head on the pillows and closed her eyes. He could leave now and they would suffer the long night alone. That would be stupid, stupid and risky. But how...?

'Jill, talking seriously, oh, come on, please don't laugh! We have no time to produce the Fever Potion, and I can't imagine having those ingredients here, so... The freezing hex was terribly strong, and the only... Well, I think the only way to get rid of that killing coldness is sharing the warmth. Of our bodies, I mean.'

Jill reacted immediately, he hadn't expected that. She hit her head with her hands several times and screamed in anger, just before she cried.

'oh my God!!!! Fuck! It was so, so, so damn easy. The solution, I mean, so fucking easy. Shit! Sharing warmth, Sirius' she gazed at him, annoyed. 'why, why I haven't thought about it. Good, old ancient magic, fluids, energy and bla, bla. So easy. Am I not a fool??' she sobbed and choked. 'I should have known, and realised that, Si...'

'Don't cry...' he whispered into her ear, embracing her and kissing the top of her head. She lay her head on his chest and cried into his clean and up to now dry navy t-shirt. He stroked her back and hugged her harder, pulling her weak, crying body to his, trying to hide her somewhere inside, repeating soothing words.

Jill cried for a while, but as soon as they cuddled, her weeping became steadier and more peaceful. They lay on the bed, and he covered them with quilts and warmed sheets. Jill was breathing more and more regularly and Sirius gained confidence that they can get over that night and begin, not once more, but at LAST begin.

AN: Some more SOOOOOON!!!!! Review, please!!! I'm not as patient as you've been!!!