A/N: I'm writing this fairly quickly…I don't know why.
He didn't love her
But he wanted her.
And suddenly there was silence.
All that was there to meet his blurred vision was the pristine image of a girl, asleep. He stood there stock still, and stared. She looked so small, fragile. Her eyes fluttered underneath their lids. He breathed softly into the lightly chilled air.
His pajamas stuck to his skin as he took a step towards her still figure. Sweat dripped down his back.
"Sirius?" A small voice called out into the dark
She wasn't a deep sleeper apparently
He didn't answer her. His eyes shifted towards the window, it was a clear night out.
He could tell by her steady breathing that she wasn't nervous or scared. She rarely was. She was just concerned.
Every sound around him, if any, seemed muffled as he sat down on her bed. She gave him a questioning stare as his hand went to her face, softly touching her cheek. His breath caught in his throat at the softness of her skin.
He wasn't supposed to be touching her; he thought has his hand glided down to her neck.
But he continued, his hand remaining on her neck for a moment, his thumb moving in slow circles.
Her breath was soft against his chin as he quickly leaned in. His lips captured hers, and from then on there was no looking back.
His hands glided down her body effortlessly. She sighed. He licked her lips. Every nerve in his body was exploding with excitement and urgency.
He kissed her neck, her small fingers tangled in his hair. Her body was soft; and his full of despair. ( ha that rhymed!)
He could not believe what he was doing. His fingers grazed her thigh.
He should stop.
She sighed.
His mouth captured hers again; muffling his guilt with the lush of her skin.
He hated himself.
She was just a child.
And he was taking advantage.
But for once in a long while, it was quiet.
The next morning, he woke early and walked silently to his bed. She was still blissfully asleep, comforter covering her still clothed body.
He didn't give her a second glance when he left.
The sun was slowly rising, and he could hear the muffled waking of Mrs. Weasley just down the hall. He tried to ignore the fact that his ears were ringing with guilt. He closed his eyes tight, shutting out the light, and tried to let himself be encumbered with sleep.
It took a while.
When he woke from a dreamless sleep, he figured it was around 12 in the afternoon. The sun wasn't shining anymore, and he could hear the patter of rain outside his window. He got dressed, washed up and stepped out into the world he was so reluctant to encounter.
But a part of him felt relieved.
He was free of his desire. He wouldn't be weak any longer. He was finally his own man.
She sent him warm glances and smiles the rest of the day, though in complete secrecy, her warm eyes staring right through him.
He ignored her glances and continued on with his day as if nothing had ever happened between them
And never looked back at her.
Note: How do you like? Good, bad, so so? Sorry it took so damn long to update.. I'm incredibly lazy. I'm not sure if I should make it out as if they had sex in the next chapter, or just kissed. I'd rather just kissing, and then have it later escalate into sex, but it's your call.
Sirius is creepy here, just the way I like it…
Yours sincerely,
The lazy bread
