Engaging

Under the Bed Sheets

Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me, they belong to J. K. Rowling. Except for Sara Sweets, she belongs to me . Author's note: This is based upon what I have taken from the Harry Potter stories, and is totally in my head. And I seriously believe that Voldemort is either in love with Lily or is her half-brother, so that is in this story. If you are easily offended by vulgar language or sexual content you should not read this fanficiton. Please review.

Lily smiled in his arms. They would be getting married in a few days and she couldn't wait. She knew the same went for him, though both were a little tense with the war still raging. Lily had finally accepted that her brother needed to be stopped and joined Sara's Order. She knew that Sara had named the order after her, the "Phoenix" where Sara herself was the "Firebird".

She smiled and rolled over to rest her head on James's shoulder to drift to sleep with him.

Sara went wearily to her room to collapse on the floor just before her bed. She had had no time over this half a year, always busy fighting the Death Eaters. She knew it was a good cause, knew it better than anyone else, but still she could not live on two-hours of sleep every day. It was impossible.

She felt strong arms wrap around her and lift her. She looked up to see Sirius smiling down at her as he carried her to the bed, "Sirius?" she asked confusedly, she hadn't seen him in almost a month. He had been off leading some other part of the order.

"Rough day?" he asked.

She smiled and relaxed in his arms, "Yeah, it was hell. Those damn bastard Death Eaters don't know that there are innocent people out there and don't care that the defenseless Muggles are included in that."

He smiled, "Yeah, I figured that one out too." He said as he laid her down on the bed.

Sara tensed slightly. They had never repeated what they had done that night. Not for lack of wanting to, simply for lack of time. Being the leaders of the only group opposed to the world's greatest mass-murderer was a hard job and neither seemed to have much time for each other anymore.

But he didn't do anything to promote their continuing of their relationship. He simply took off her shoes, then his, laid down next to her and pulled the covers over them, clothes and all. He pulled her to him and wrapped his arms around her waist.

She smiled and rested her head against his shoulder and fell asleep in his strong arms.

Sara woke up after two short hours of her sleeping next to the man she loved, and attempted to get up to get ready to go fight Voldemort's forces.

But the arms about her waist didn't allow such movement, as they were shackling her to him.

"Sirius I have to get up," she whispered to him.

"No you don't," he mumbled, "go back to sleep."

"No Sirius, I really do have to go. Voldemort isn't going to stop simply because I was too tired to get up." She countered, but the effect was ruined when she found herself yawning halfway through the remark.

"Yeah, well he isn't going to stop when you kill yourself either. I'm tired, go back to bed so I can sleep," he murmured then kissed her head and fell back into his dreams.

Sara wanted to disagree, and tried to, but found that she was falling asleep while trying and decided that the order could wait one day and snuggled deeper under the bed sheets and closer to his warm body, though they were both fully clothed still.

At least, she hoped it could.