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Chapter Seven: Cake, and the Attack of the Ferret (or maybe its father...)

"Qu'ils mangent de la brioche."

Marie Antoinette

"Can we make cake?"

Anna looked up from her book. "Okay, that was random."

"Please? I haven't eaten cake in about 13 years. Please? I'll help you!"

It was afternoon; the pair were sitting on Anna's porch that overlooked the valley of green forest that Sirius had got lost in. They had spent the day idly, reading, chatting, playing chess and the like. And now Sirius was suffering from a severe cake craving.

"Okay. But you have to help me clean up. Promise you will?"

"Yes, yes, yes, now come on, get up. What kind of cake can we make?"

"What kind of cake do you want to make, Sirius?"

"Mmm.... Butter cake? With cinnamon and apple?"

"Okay. I brought some apples in the village yesterday. Come on."

Half an hour later, Sirius and Anna were sitting at the kitchen table, having just put their cake in the oven.

"Right, well that should take about 30 minutes to cook."

Sirius sniggered at Anna, who had a rather large dusting of flour across her cheek.

"What?"

"You have flour all over your face."

"Oh. And how long has it been there?"

"About ten minutes. I was going to tell you but you looked so cute."

"Thanks," she said dryly. "Where is it?" Anna began to rub forcefully at her cheek. Unfortunately it was the wrong one.

"The other cheek, you fool."

Anna sneered at Sirius, now rubbing at the other cheek, but to low.

"You're hopeless. Here, let me." Sirius reached across the table and made to rub away the flour when she moved back in her chair, a grin plastered across her floury face.

"Wait a minute, I know how this works."

Sirius smiled innocently, moved forward and dusted the flour off her face. "Really?"

Anna grinned. "You still have to clean up."

Sirius whipped out his wand, pointing it at the mess on the kitchen counter. He tried a complex wiggling motion, dropping his wand in the process and causing the dishcloth on the sink to flop over. Anna snorted. Sirius threw a reproachful glare over his shoulder. "I never could get the hang of all these household charms."

"It isn't particularly difficult. Here, let me help you." Moving over to the counter, Anna stepped up behind Sirius, taking his wand hand in her own and spooning her body against his back. Standing on tiptoe to peer over his shoulder, she directed the complex swish and flick wand movements. The pots and pans began to scrub themselves and the dustpan began to pick up the scraps lying atop the counter and upon the floor.

"There we go," she said quietly, stepping back from Sirius. He turned towards her, quickly closing the distance that lay between them. Rasing a hand to her chin, he looked deeply into her pale grey eyes, searching for the answer to his unasked question. In her glassy orbs he saw her fear, her hesitation, trust, hope and love. And with this he brought his mouth down to hers for a soft, gentle kiss.

Pulling her towards him, he moved his hands slowly through her cherry-brown hair, down to the small of her back, causing shivers to erupt all over her body. He, in turn, shivered as her hands made their way to the nape of his neck and drew him in to deepen the kiss. He deftly spun her around and backed her against the counter, his hands now sliding underneath her shirt to feel the soft, supple skin of her back which goospimpled at his touch. She slowly exhaled, her hot breath on his face causing him to groan with desire. He had though that her skin would feel like silk; he was wrong. Silk was unnatural, artificial, her skin was much better, as smooth as rose petals. Sirius felt like he might just like to climb inside her body.

She moaned softly in the back of her throat as he moved his mouth from hers, nibbling at her ear and making his way in soft kisses along her jawbone and down to her neck. He breathed in, smelling the honey scent of her hair and vanilla smell that encased her body. He quickly found a sensitive spot on her neck and grinned mischievously when barely a touch sent her gasping and drawing him back up to devour her mouth.

Suffice to say they were both rather peeved when there was a sharp tap on the cottage door.

They broke apart. Blushing slightly, Anna whispered, "Change! I don't know who it is!" With a nod of understanding Sirius Black the man was gone and in his place was a large black dog.

Anna started towards the door. "Coming!" she called out as she straightened up her hair and Muggle clothing. Padfoot paced around the kitchen as the sounds of the door opening filtered into the room.

He heard Anna gasp. "How did you – where – "

"Anna," came the all to familiar drawl of Lucius Malfoy. "How wonderful to see you. The Dark Lord will be so pleased."

Padfoot edged closer into the room as Anna's whimper reached his ears.

"How did you find me?" she whispered.

"Quite by accident, I assure you, it seems you have become quite lax in security. You see I was in the village on some business when I saw a young woman who looked achingly familiar. I followed you here, made sure it was you, and here I am. I probably should've told the Dark Lord that you were here, but the thought of taking you in all by myself was just to enticing. Imagine his pleasure in seeing that his most faithful Death Eater has brought in the one thing that he wants above all. Besides, you always were afraid of me..."

Malfoy lifted a cold hand to touch her cheek and she spat in his face. Angered, he hit her hard around the face, causing her to stumble back. He hit her again, harder, and this time she fell, cracking her head on the coffee table behind her.

Malfoy smirked and made to wipe the spit of his face but was met by a livid Sirius Black striding into the room.

"Black?" What are you doi – "

He didn't get to finish the sentence as he was blasted off his feet by Sirius's fist. With a wand pointing at Malfoy's face, Sirius snarled, "If you ever lay so much as a finger on her ever again I will rip you limb from limb with my bare hands." With that, he sent cords shooting out of his wand, which tied themselves tightly around Malfoy's body. "Oh, and just for good measure, Stupefy!"

Once done, Sirius ran over to where Anna was laying motionless on the floor. He gently picked her up and carried her to the bedroom where he lay her down on the soft bed. He quickly inspected her cut. The gash on the back of her head was not deep, and he quickly closed it up and staunched the blood with a well placed healing spell, thanking the gods that his best friend was a werewolf, something that resulted in him becoming quite apt at healing charms. Once making sure she would be okay left alone for a few minutes, he hurried to her study where he quickly extracted a pen and parchment.

Dumbledore,

I don't understand why, but Lucius Malfoy just turned up at Anna's house claiming that he was going to take her back to Lord Voldemort. Anna is okay, concussed at the moment as the bastard hit her, but I now have a tied-up and stupefied Lucius Malfoy in the living room. Perhaps you could send someone to pick him up and do something with the vermin? Thanks.

Snuffles

Sirius quickly folded the letter up, tied it to Helena and sent her out the window.

A/N: Ooohhh, my first go at some snogging action. Was it to over the top? Or not enough? Please, I need feedback on my erotic writing abilities. Hah. Just joking. But do review. Anywho, hope you liked it, the next chapters going to reveal a lot about Anna's past, which I know (or rather I hope) you are all anxious to hear about. It's gonna be a long one. Seeya then.