WTF Just Happened?

By

Sugarcult Babe

Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, which I don't, why the fcuk (yay for using brand names in substitue of cussing!) Would I be writing on ? Use your brains, people, I know that you have them. But then again...I've been wrong before...

Summary: SBGW-Takes place during OotP. Spoilers for all the books. If you haven't read them, you shouldn't be on this site. Lupin told her not to flirt with him. She ignored his warnings. Now look where that got her. In the bed of one Sirius Black.

Chapter Nine:

Ten O'Clock

Okay, okay, okay...calm...calm down...

I was sitting at the dinner table that night with my family all around. Not exactly a super romantic exotic restaurant, but close enough...ish.

Anyways, the main element of the setting was where Sirius was sitting. Which was right beside me, on my left. Ron was sitting on my other left, but he was talking to Fred and George about something or other very cryptically (probably about the whole WWW thing that they were continuing behind Mum's back...).

I stared at the plate in front of me that had a sausage that was flanked by two rolls. Maybe I need to get my mind out of the street and back into the gutter where it belongs, but my dinner looked an awful lot like a-

"Dick?"

"Huh?" I responded to what my mother had said. She wasn't talking to me, however.

"Dick Johnson? That old bloke with the thinning hair?" Apparently, my mum didn't like Dick Johnson...wait, wasn't that the name of the muggle that worked in our town and would often come to our door trying to sell us his thick books and pamphlets? Oh yes I remember...He never returned after Fred and George set a bewitched bucket (Dad brought it from work) on him. What was Mum on about then?

"Yes, Molly," Dad replied calmly. His ears, however, were bright red, and I knew he was upset. "He apparently informed someone he thought was a muggle about the bucket incident, and they just recently told someone at the ministry. It's no matter, however. It's all been tidied up, and the whole process is done and over with."

"You see, Arthur? That is exactly why you shouldn't bring your work home!"

"That's why I'll never get married," a low voice said in my left ear. I turned to Sirius, who was barely three inches away from me, and smiling oh-so-sexily. I thought I might drool right there, but instead I gathered enough courage to begin to speak. Black, however, cut me off before I could say anything. "Will I see you tonight?"

He looked hopeful, but I honestly didn't know. I mean, on one hand, I could go to him and probably end up losing my virginity to an infamous, escaped convicted murderer, not to mention godfather to my other crush and a man of over twice my age (Promising...) Or I could not go, stay in bed, be a virgin for life and grow up with tons of cats where all I do is sit on my porch in my rocking chair with my cane yelling at kids who come within half a kilometer of my house (also promising...). Hm...This was going to be a tough choice...

Suddenly, I felt a hand on my left knee,, slowly moving up my thigh. I was wearing cutoff jeans that I had made into shorts, AND Sirius hand was sliding to my inner thigh...

I looked back at him, but he wasn't looking at me any longer. He was staring at his food as he ate with his left hand, and he looked completely nonchalant and casual, not like he was feeling up a fourteen-year-old girl at all.

I looked back to my own food and moved it around so that it wasn't in such a compromising position.

Sirius hand was at the hem of my shorts, which was pretty short as it was. I continued to move my food around with my fork, pondering the dilemma at hand...no pun intended.

Yeah, there was definitely a hand inside my shorts now. What the fuck was he thinking?! At the bloody dinner table with my family all around us? Maybe the man was crazy... And yet there his hand kept going, further up under my shorts. One would think his wrist couldn't bend that way, but, apparently he was pretty experienced in sticking his hands up a girl's shorts under the table. What a man-whore.

He reached my panties, and began to slide his fingers under that too but right then his mission was interrupted:

"Ginevra Weasley!"

I nearly had an aneurism right there, honestly. I thought somehow she had seen Sirius, and for a split second I wondered why she yelled at me instead of him; after all, he was the one trying to finger me there.

The moment my mother snapped at me, however, Sirius' hand snapped back to his own lap with lightning speed, and he looked at my mother like everyone else; you wouldn't be able to tell he was doing anything at all a mere two seconds before with his hands under the table.

"Why haven't you eaten anything?" Mum continued, her hands on her wide hips.

I let out a sigh of relief, and heard Sirius do so also, though I was positive that no one else noticed.

"I-I had a late lunch, and a snack just a bit earlier," I answered, amazed that, for once, I managed to lie smoothly. Probably from spending too much time with Sirius Black. What the hell was I thinking? I had only met him twenty-four hours before!

"May I be excused?" I continued. My mother nodded already preoccupied with Bill's hair. Of course, she doesn't even have enough time to reprimand my bad eating habits. As usual, she hardly payed any attention to me.

I got up, put my dish in the sink, and left to go up to my room. I jumped onto my bed, sending only a small could of dust up this time. I had barely ben there for five minutes when I heard my door swing open and then close, followed by footsteps ove rto my bed. My head was hanging off the side edge, so I couldn't see who entered my room, but I knew who it was without looking.

"Ever heard of knocking?"

"Yeah, I hear it's a common practice in some households. I don't see the point, honestly, in my own house," Sirius replied thoughtfully. He stretched out beside me and pulled his body over so that he could see my face. "So...you never answered my question at the table, Miss Weasley."

"What question was that, Mr. Black?" I retorted snappishly. "I was preoccupied by someone's fingers in my underwear!"

"Sorry," he said off-handedly, not sounding sorry at all. "But I asked you before that. So...will I see you tonight or what?"

"You'll just have to wait and see," I replied in a sing-song voice. He ginned devishly, obviously assuming my answer was yes. I actually hadn't decided yet.

"Will I, then?"

"Is that not what I just said?"

"You're awfully pissy today," he observed. Very observative, Black.

"How do you know? Maybe I'm like this every day and yesterday I was just dazed and confused. You don't know me."

"Yeah, well, I can guess that you're not normally like this, as your family all said so after you left the table," he said.

I glared at him, sitting up and going over to the door. I opened it, gesturing for him to leave. He stood obligingly and walked to the door; however, just before he left he turned to me, kissed me quickly, gave me his now familiar roguish grin, and squeezed my ass briefly. Then he left. Riiight... So NOT a pedophile. Yeah, I was superbly pissed at the moment, though I didn't really know why.

That night, I was still deciding whether or not to go to his room. I glanced at the clock. It was 9:54 p.m. I was tired. I yawned, not bothering to cover my mouth. I probably inhaled a bazillion bacteria and dust molecule thingies, but at the moment my brain wasn't capable of processing the immense danger of dust inhalation.

I stood. 9:55. I walked out of my room and down the hall. My watch said 9:56. I was outside his door. 9:57. I raised my hand, ever so slowly, to knock. 9:58. Then I paused. 9:59. I brought my hand down again, turned, and hurried back to my room as fast as I could without making noise. I crawled back into my bed, turned out the lights, but I didn't go to sleep.

I stared at the clock. 10:00. And there I stayed for the rest of the night.

A/N: Sorry I haven't updated in SO long! I've had to move twice in the past like month! It's pathetic! Okay, no more excuses. I MADE A C2 GROUP THINGY, CHECK IT OUT, PLEASE!!! It's called "Awesome Sirius Stories", for all you serious Sirius fans! Yay for puns! Okay, WAY overused, kinda mad eme throw up a little...Hope you liekd this chapter! Thanks to all my reviewers, but there's too many of you to thank personally like I usually do, sorry! please review!!!