The Marauder Chronicles – Chapter 8: Home Sweet Hogwarts
I don't know how you do what you do, I'm so in love with you, it just keeps getting better
I wanna spend the rest of my life, with you by my side, forever and ever
Every little thing that you do, baby I'm amazed by you
Follow Trinity as she makes her journey through life, with Hogwarts, Death Eaters, marriage and death just some of the many obstacles she has to overcome,
Set in the Marauder Years
On a Monday, I'm waiting,
Tuesday I'm fading,
And by Wednesday, I can't sleep.
When the phone rings, I hear you,
End of darkness, it's a clear view,
That you've come to rescue me.
Fall, with you I fall so fast,
I can hardly catch my breath,
I hope it lasts.
Oh, it seems like I can finally rest my head on something real,
I like the way that feels.
Oh, it's as if you know me better than I ever knew myself,
I love how you can tell,
All the pieces, pieces, pieces of me.
All the pieces, pieces, pieces of me.
I am moody, and messy,
I get restless, and senseless,
And you never seem to care.
When I'm angry, you listen,
Make me happy, it'syour mission
And you won't stop till I'm there.
Fall, sometimes I fall so fast,
When I hit that bottom, crash,
You're all I have
Oh, it seems like I can finally rest my head on something real,
I like the way that feels.
Oh, it's as if you know me better than I ever knew myself,
I love how you can tell,
All the pieces, pieces, pieces of me.
How do you know everything I'm about to say?
Am I that obvious?
And if it's written on my face,
I hope it never goes away.
Yeah.
On a Monday I'm waiting,
By Tuesday I'm fading,
Into your arms, so I can breathe…
Oh, it seems like I can finally rest my head on something real,
I like the way that feels.
Oh, it's as if you know me better than I ever knew myself,
I love how you can tell,
Oh, I love how you can tell
Oh, I love how you can tell
All the pieces, pieces, pieces of me.
All the pieces, pieces, pieces of me.
- Pieces of Me by Ashlee Simpson
"Hey, guys!" Trinity grinned at Frank and her other fellow Gryffindors as she burst into the Common Room.
"Hey, Trins," Frank looked from her to Sirius, who was holding her hand. "Hey Sirius. I take it your half term was good?"
"Yeah," she smiled at him, feeling her boyfriend's arms snake their way around her waist. "Yours?"
"Yeah, didn't get up to much but you know…"
"Well, we've got to go unpack." Sirius said quickly before they could get into a conversation.
"No we don't," Trinity said, frowning at her boyfriend. "We did that already."
"No we haven't," Sirius argued.
"Yeah we did, we just – "
Trinity was cut short as Sirius picked her up and slung her over his shoulders.
"No we haven't. See you later, guys," he grinned at his friends, making a beeline for his dorm room, which he knew was empty.
"Sirius?" Trinity called from her position. "You really are unbelievable…"
Laughing, he carried her up to his room and threw her on the bed.
"I can't believe you two," James said disapprovingly as the two made their way downstairs. Their robes were dishevelled, along with their hair, and their cheeks were red and flustered. Remus noticed with a smirk that Trinity's shirt was buttoned up wrong.
"Trins," he informed her, pointing to her shirt.
Looking down, she blushed and grinned simultaneously, and proceeded to fix it. She began unbuttoning it, but her boyfriend's hands over hers made her stop. Sirius grabbed hold of her by the bottom of her shirt and pulled her towards him so they were standing face to face, their hips touching each other in the intimate stance they were in.
His eyes never leaving hers, Sirius carried on where Trinity had left off, undoing her shirt one by one. His fingers brushed her bare breasts and she had to close her eyes, revelling in the feel of his skin against hers. He grinned down at her, a deep, intense look in his eyes as he realised how turned on he was making her, her erect nipples sticking out through the thin material of her Hogwarts shirt.
Just as he buttoned the second button down, over her breasts, Rebecca Gladstone-Henderson walked down the staircase from the girls' dorms, her eyes resting on the two.
"Oh, for God' sake," she stated, rolling her eyes. "Go to your room if you need to do that, for fuck's sake. We don't all want to see that."
Looking over at Rebecca, Trinity raised her eyebrows, before grabbing Sirius and pulling him into a fervent liplock. Sirius' hands slipped under her barely-buttoned shirt, caressing her breasts.
Pretending to be sick, Rebecca made for the portrait-hole quickly, not wanting to see anymore.
Even once she'd gone, Sirius and Trinity didn't pull apart. Although their fellow Marauder's robes covered whatever was going on between them, James and Remus still ordered them to quit what they were doing.
Gasping for breath, they reluctantly pulled apart, Sirius staring daggers at his friends. Pulling her against him so they were enveloped in his robe, he resumed his task of buttoning up her shirt.
"We said quit it, Padfoot," James repeated, although the twinkle Sirius saw in his eye let him know his friend found the situation rather funny.
"We've quit it," he muttered as he pushed the last button through its eyelet, and captured her lips one last time in a brief but meaningful kiss, before moving back and turning to James and Remus.
"Happy now?"
"Yeah…" Remus cocked his eyebrows at them. "Now come on, we'd better get to Transfiguration, or we're gonna be late."
Taking Trinity's hand in his, Sirius followed them out of the Common Room and down the steps away from Gryffindor Tower to Classroom 4 on the second floor, and to Transfiguration.
"I can't believe you actually turned it into a ring!" Trinity shrieked at they made their way from the third floor to the Dungeons, clutching at her stomach, which still hurt from laughing.
"It wasn't far off."
"God, how backwards are you?" Trinity burst into even more giggles at his excuse. "How can a ring and a cat be similar?"
"Shut up," Sirius pouted at her.
"Oh," she sighed, still giggling. She wiped a few tears away and took his hand, squeezing it lovingly. "You're brilliant!"
Sirius rested his arm around her shoulders and kissed her still-quivering lips, as she tried to stop laughing.
"It's a beautiful ring, though, babe, I must admit."
"Yeah," he agreed. "Just like you."
Trinity blushed, looking down at the sparkling ring that now adorned her right hand.
"I'll see you guys later," Remus grinned as they separated on the ground floor, heading towards Divination.
They went to Dungeon Two, where they had Potions with Professor Storm.
"Now class," he said as they filed into their seats, Sirius still holding Trinity's hand under the table. "I'm going to ask you to come up individually, in alphabetical order, to discuss your assessment marks. Miss. Adams, if you could come here, please?"
The rest of the class began working on the introduction to antidotes they had been set until everyone had been to see Professor Storm.
"Mr. Black."
Sirius got up from his seat and went to find out the results of his assessment. He came back a few moments later with a sombre face.
"What?" Trinity looked at him. "What did you get?"
"Er…" he looked down.
"Come on, it can't be that bad."
"Wanna bet?" he looked at her, and then broke out in a wide grin. "I got twenty-seven out of thirty."
"Well done!" she beamed at him, kissing him in congratulation. Sirius' tongue had just parted her lips when they heard someone speak from the teaching dais.
"Mr. Black, Miss Honeyduke-Lestrange, what have I said about public displays of affection?"
Sirius just grinned lopsidedly at the Potions Professor who shook his head at them.
"To a minimum please."
"Yes, sir."
After "Lily Evans' and 'Thomas Green' came 'Trinity Honeyduke-Lestrange.'
Grinning at her Professor, she got up and walked up to sit in the chair next to him, the heels of her school shoes clicking against the cold, stone floor, the height of them making her rock slightly. Sirius, of course, was entranced, his eyes transfixed on her pert, swaying rear, as were several other males.
"What did you get, babe?" he asked her when she sat back down. He put his arm around her waist, pulling her towards him. His fingers roughly stroked the firm skin beneath her tight school skirt.
"Twenty-nine," she smiled.
"Well done," he praised her, planting a wet kiss on her neck.
"God," she whispered. "Are you never not horny?"
"What do you think?" he asked her, grabbing her hand under the table and held it over his increasing erection, causing her to inhale sharply.
"I will separate you two," Professor Storm said behind them, causing Trinity to withdraw her hand. "You are on your final warning."
Sighing, Sirius picked up his quill and continued writing, hardly able to wait for the end of the lesson, and the end of the day, when he could take her to his room and fuck her senseless.
"Where's Sirius?" Peter asked as they met up in the Common Room, to go to dinner.
"Guess?" Remus answered his question with a question, giving him a knowing look.
"Er…Quidditch practice?"
"No," James said, rolling his eyes. 'God, how dense could you be?' "Or I'd be there too."
"Oh, right…yeah."
"He's in his dorm room with Trinity," Remus explained.
"Again?" Peter's eyes widened. "Jesus Christ!"
"Who wants to go break it up?"
They were just deciding when Trinity and Sirius appeared on the stairs. Upon closer inspection, Sirius had that content glow he seemed to have as of late and his clothes were roughly slung on, his tie even more loosely done up than usual; and Trinity's hair was damp and matted with sweat, her cheeks flushed and glowing.
"You two really are unbelievable," James sad with wide eyes, shaking his head at them. "You've been together more than a week and you're acting like you haven't seen each other in months!"
"Well," Sirius grinned, his arm automatically wrapping around his girlfriend's waist. He looked down at her, her unkempt hair and rosy cheeks, and felt a familiar stir in his trousers.
"God, you look irresistible," he said gruffly into her ear, his lips brushing the top and making her shake. Leaning down, he kissed her lips
"No!" James warned, pulling Sirius away from her. "We've got to go to dinner."
"I am quite hungry actually," Trinity said quietly, a thoughtful look on her face.
"I wonder why," Remus murmured, grinning at her.
"Well, we have worked up quite an appetite," Sirius admitted as they headed towards the Great Hall.
They sat down and ate, Sirius' wandering hand on her thigh not missing the eye of one Rebecca Gladstone-Henderson, sat sulking just down the table from the group.
Once they'd finished, they went back to the Common Room, where they already had homework to do. James was sat at a table with Sirius, helping him with the extra Transfiguration homework Professor McGonagall had set him after his incident with the ring.
Rebecca walked passed the sofa nearest the fire, seeing Trinity sprawled out on it, her head resting in Remus' lap. Her long, nimble legs hung over the armrest, and Rebecca just made out what they were saying.
"But it's really difficult, Rems, I don't want to upset. You know how mad he'll get, I told you about when he walked in on us before."
"You'll be fine. Just don't say anything about it."
Trinity looked over at Remus, a worried look on her face. When she saw Rebecca stood there watching her, she quickly changed her expression.
But Rebecca had heard enough to get an idea in her head. Smiling to herself, she carried on walking up to her dorm-room. Trinity watched her with a quizzical face, wondering what was going on in her mind.
She found out the next day.
Rumours always travelled fast around Hogwarts. This particular rumour travelled even faster than usual, and by break-time, everyone had heard about Trinity and her sordid affair.
Fourth period, and Trinity had a free. She was sat in the library, pouring over a load of Astronomy charts and diagrams. Making notes on the Beta Virgins, she didn't hear the main door slam open, so she was startled when Sirius appeared at the table in front of her, a remote, unfeeling look in his eyes she didn't like.
"Wh-what's the matter?" she asked timidly, her chocolate eyes sparkling up at him.
"Is it true?" he glared at her, hating how unbelievably gorgeous she looked.
"Is what true?"
"The rumours."
"What rumours? I have no idea what you're talking about."
"The rumours – " Sirius began, but he stopped as he saw Madam Pince appear at the entrance.
"Mr. Black, if you don't keep your voce down, I'm afraid I will have to ask you to leave. People are here to work, and I will not have you disturbing him."
Once she was gone, he turned back to her.
"Sirius, I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about, I haven't heard any rumours."
"Well, maybe they're not rumours," he said, deathly quiet, and Trinity felt her stomach turn, unnerved by the dangerous glint in his eye.
"Wh-what are you talking about?"
"There's a rumour going round that you're fucking Rodolphus."
Raising her eyebrows, Trinity felt the urge to laugh, but the look in her boyfriend's eye stopped her. "You don't actually believe it?" she cried incredulously.
She looked him straight in the eye, her mouth dropping as she saw it.
"Oh my God," she realised, her hand automatically coming to her mouth. "You do, don't you?"
Sirius just looked at her. Was she telling the truth? If not, she was a damn good actor.
"Sirius," she said, her eyes narrowing. "Do you remember my Grandfather's funeral? When he tried to force himself on me, tried to do God knows what if you hadn't walked in?"
"How do I know what I walked in on wasn't you two about to have sex?"
"Because, Sirius, you should trust me. If we're going out, then you should trust me, like I trust you."
Sighing, he rubbed his eyes with his hands. Getting up, Trinity walked round to him, and when he opened his eyes, she was stood there in front of him, peering up at him with those massive dark brown eyes of hers.
'God, I'm such an idiot,' he thought as he looked down at her. 'I've spent so long trying to get her to go out with me and now I'm taking every opportunity to break up with her.'
"…Sirius?"
Focusing on her beautiful face once more, he saw how worried she was, over him. Feeling the increasing ache inside his trousers, Sirius grabbed her, pushing his lips against hers.
"Oh, Trinity…" he groaned against her mouth, pulling her roughly to his body. His arms found her thighs and lifted her up onto the edge of the table.
"Sirius…" she whispered, her husky voice saturated with want.
Grinning into the kiss, he hiked her skirt up and pulled her g-string down to her knees. Gripping hold of her rear, he pulled her towards him, sliding a finger down her slit. He grazed her clitoris with the nail of his index finger, watching her body jolt at the sensation. He could feel she was already wet and hot, almost ready for him.
He kissed her swollen lips one more time, and then kneeled down in front of her. Trinity watched him curiously.
"Sirius, what are you doing?"
He just smirked up at her as he ran one thumb down each of her folds, parting them. He ran his tongue down her moist slit, holding her thighs steady as she jerked at the feeling.
She gasped as he found her clit, circling and sucking it with his tongue; she whispered his name, suddenly too weak to do anything. She gripped his hair weakly, her shaking hands running through his fingers. Her back arched, Trinity whimpered and moaned, crying out when he suddenly stopped.
"Si-si…" she tried, but found she had no words.
Having no choice but to watch him silently, Trinity stared at him as he unzipped his trousers and released his throbbing penis from his boxer shorts. Groaning, he grabbed her thighs and led her onto his. He took her in one smooth, quick action, and he began thrusting into her, short, hard thrusts that made her gasp and cry as she clung to him.
They came within a short space of each other, and Sirius cleaned up the mess they'd made with the help of his wand.
He helped her redress and then used the as of late much-used spell to prevent conception.
"I'm sorry…" he whispered, kissing her in apology. His eyes were full of sympathy, and he looked lovingly at her.
"Sirius…" she said gently, looking at the table. "I've got a shitload of work to do."
"You want me to go?"
"Yeah…"
"I'll see you in the Common Room for lunch, yeah?"
She nodded, and smiled at him. Brushing his lips with hers once more, Trinity watched him go, before returning to her work.
"I can't believe it, can you?" James asked Remus as they walked through the portrait-hole into their Common Room.
"No. I doubt it's true."
"Yeah…" James agreed, making his way to the boys' staircase. Pausing as he saw her, he looked at Remus.
"Should we tell her?"
Nodding, Remus led them towards the sofa, and the solitary armchair where Trinity was curled up, reading.
"Er…Trins?"
"Yeah? Oh, hey Rems, hey James. You okay?"
"Yeah…" James glanced incredulously at Remus. She didn't know. "Erm…we just thought you should know…erm…Moony?"
Sighing, Remus leaned in gently towards her, making the conversation more private. He was aware of many of his fellow Gryffindors on them, and he didn't think it was really any of their business.
"Trins, don't get mad, but there's a rumour going round."
"Oh?"
"It's about you and Sirius. Someone's been going round saying you've been cheating on him…with Rodolphus."
"Really?" Her chin rested on her hand as she thought about it, and then laughed. "Well, that's completely ridiculous."
"I know…" James began, but he stopped as he noticed Sirius coming in through the portrait-hole.
"What are you guys talking about?" he asked as he kissed Trinity, noticing their sombre, serious faces.
"Have you not heard either?" Remus raised his eyebrows at his friend, but Trinity stopped him before he could elaborate.
"It's just that rumour you told me about earlier, in the library."
"You DO know?"
"Oh yeah," Sirius said dismissively. "It's just a load of rubbish; we've already talked about it."
"Yeah…" Trinity grinned, "And then some."
"God, I don't want to know," James put his hand up to stop them continuing.
"Let's go get food," Sirius suggested, taking Trinity's hand. "I'm hungry."
"You coming to Hogsmeade on Saturday?" James asked her as they walked through the corridors to lunch.
"Yeah, I think so. I need to get some stuff for Quidditch, my winter gloves and hat are both knackered."
They walked into the Great Hall and sat down at their normal places at the Gryffindor table, aware of all the looks and stares and whispers they were getting. Squeezing her hand reassuringly, Sirius planted a soft kiss on her lips and said quietly, "Don't worry about it, babe."
"I'm not," she whispered back, giving him one of her winning smiles.
"Good. And when I find out who started it," he added, shovelling chips into his mouth. "God, will they wish they were never born."
"Sirius, please don't do anything stupid."
"Like I would," he sniggered. "Look, don't worry about it."
"Okay…"
It was the end of the day, and Trinity was stood on the freezing cold Quidditch pitch along with her Gryffindor team-mates. Their captain, Michael Stinson, was talking tactics, the only one who seemed impervious to the cold.
"Can't we do this inside, Mike?" Hannah Frye, Gryffindor's third Chaser, moaned. "It's absolutely freezing!"
"No," he said sternly. "I've nearly finished. Then it's up there," he smiled, pointing up to the sky.
Groaning, Hannah shivered along with everyone else until they'd finished discussing their strategy, and soon they had all mounted their brooms and heading towards their posts.
The training lasted for two hours, and by the end, everyone was hot, sweaty and ready for a shower.
"What are you doing before Astronomy?" Sirius asked her as they walked back towards the castle.
"Nothing."
"Good," he grinned, kissing her soundly on the lips.
"You're joking?" she cried, her eyes widening as she realised what he wanted to do.
"Oh, that reminds me," Michael remembered as he saw them. "Trinity? Sirius? Can I have a word with you two, please?"
They shared an anxious look as they walked back to their Captain. Once the other players were gone, he continued.
"I take it you two have heard the rumours, yes?"
"Yeah," Trinity said indifferently, looking at Sirius.
"Well, even though you seem not to be bothered about it, I think you should seriously consider how your relationship will affect your playing."
"Are you saying you don't want us dating?" Sirius straightened, becoming angry.
Trinity watched him, and she put a hand on his arm warningly, to stop him doing anything stupid.
"Look, Sirius, I'm just thinking about the team. I have to do what's best for the team, and maybe you two dating isn't in our best interests."
"Look, Michael," Sirius said evenly, his pale eyes flashing dangerously. "I don't want to fall out with you, but no one tells me who I can and cannot date. Trinity and I are our business, no one else's. And as far as the team is concerned, we contribute nothing but skill and we're good players, whether or not we're seeing each other. If you've got a problem with us, though, maybe you should go see McGonagall."
Before Michael got a chance to respond, he took Trinity's hand and led her away towards Gryffindor Tower.
"Oh, I've got something to show you," Sirius thought out loud.
They were sat on his bed, for once not ripping each other's clothes off. Sirius ran his fingers through her hair affectionately, and Trinity laid her head against his chest, hearing his heart beating.
Trinity just looked up at him expectantly. "Yeah?"
"I can't tell you, you'll have to wait until the weekend."
"Sirius!" she smacked his muscular arm. "That's not fair!"
"I know…" he smirked at her. "All I'm saying is you're not going to Hogsmeade."
"Sirius…" she whined, getting up and straddling him. "Tell me. Please?"
"I can't..." he trailed his hand from her cheek down under her chin and past her neck, stopping at her breast. He caressed it roughly, watching with a knowing smile as he saw her close her eyes.
His arm found her back and he pulled her towards him for another kiss.
Then, the dorm-room door swung open and Peter stomped in, the tops of his ears turning red as he saw them.
"Sorry, guys," he said to the floor.
"Yeah…" Sirius began, but Trinity talked over him.
"Don't worry about it," she smiled, nudging Sirius as only she heard him finish.
"…So you should be."
"Are you gonna tell me then?" she asked.
"Nope."
"I could screw it out of you," she warned, biting down on his earlobe.
"You could…" he agreed, "but you'd spoil the secret."
"Guys?" Peter interrupted them suddenly.
Sirius groaned, irritated. "What?" he barked at him.
"Have you seen my Potions textbook?"
"No."
"Oh…I must have left it in the Common Room."
"Right…"
Sirius waited until he'd gone, then turned back to his girlfriend, who began planting kisses along his strong jaw.
"Tell me…" she bleated, pouting at him.
"No," he grinned cheekily. "You look like a little child not getting their own way."
"You're not going to tell me?"
He shook his head at her, his grey eyes sparkling.
"Fine…" she sulked, and then looked at the clock on the far wall. "Oh, look at that, I've got to go," she suddenly smiled.
'If he's not going to tell me, he's not going to fuck me.'
"What?" he looked, unbelieving.
"Bye, Sirius," she whispered gutturally, walking towards the door, careful to let her hips sway. She got towards the door, and then turned back to face him. Walking extra-sexily back to him, she rested her hands on the edge of the bed, deliberately letting him see straight down her shirt.
"I'll see you in Astronomy, babe," she whispered, adding a sultry smile. On her hands and knees, she crawled towards him and kissed him strongly on the lips.
As she felt his hands pulling her skirt up, she pulled away, and brushed his hands from her thighs.
Getting up, she strutted back to the door and turned round, to see him watching her with pursed lips, shaking his head.
She looked absolutely gorgeous. God, how he wanted her, right there and then.
Tipping her head back and laughing a throaty laugh, her ebony curls falling down her back, she blew him a kiss and was gone.
The first week went by so fast, and by Friday night Trinity was absolutely exhausted. Throwing herself on Sirius' bed, she closed her eyes, glad for five minutes peace.
"We going out tonight?" James asked, hanging his robes out.
"Naughty, naughty," she scolded him. "Sneaking around Hogwarts after dark."
"I take it you're coming as well, then,"
"Hell yeah," she hollered. "Where's Sirius?"
"Oh, he's gone to get a book back from Professor Flitwick."
"Oh…"
After a moment, she opened her eyes and began rummaging through the drawer of her boyfriend's bedside table.
"What are you looking for?" Remus watched her.
"…These," she said triumphantly. In her hand, she held a packet of cigarettes and a lighter. Taking one out and sticking it between her lips, she lit the cigarette and blew out a cloud of smoke.
James automatically went to open a window.
"You're such an old woman, James," she giggled, taking a deep drag and exhaling. "You're dirty, you know? The pair of you."
"The filthiest," she snickered, watching him tutting at her.
After a few moments, a panting Sirius came running in through the door, his cheeks flushed red from running.
"What's the matter with you?" Trinity surveyed him in his bedraggled state, giggling.
"I've…just…run…from…staffroom," he managed between gasps.
"What? You're joking!" She laughed, realising what he'd done. "You went through all that trouble just to try and get a stupid book."
"What?" Sirius mocked her. "This book?"
"Oh no, Padfoot," James put his hand to his forehead. "Tell me you didn't take it from the staffroom yourself."
"Well, there was no one in there."
Cocking his eyebrows at Sirius' weak defence, he simply warned, "You'll be in deep shit when Storm finds out you've taken it."
"He won't," Sirius promised, pulling the cigarette from Trinity's mouth and taking a puff himself.
"He'll realise it's gone, babe," she smiled gently at him, trying not to laugh once more.
"Well, it's not important," he ended the conversation. "What is important is this evening."
"Why?" Trinity questioned, pulling him down onto the bed next to her. "You got something planned?" She stroked his hair, watching him inhale and exhale from the cigarette.
"A Duel," he growled, throwing the butt into a nearby bin.
"What?" she looked at him, her eyes lighting up excitedly. "Who with?"
Sirius looked at her. Pausing, he then said to her, "Tweedledee and Tweedledum."
"Wh-?" Trinity stopped as she realised who he meant. "Oh, come on Sirius!"
"Who?" James looked confused.
"Rodolphus," Trinity explained.
"And Rabastan."
"What? No, come on, babe. Please, at least leave Rabastan out of this, he hasn't done anything wrong."
"I can't, Trins, he's agreed to be Rodolphus' second."
"This is ridiculous!" Trinity exclaimed, getting up off the bed.
"Where are you going?" he asked her as he watched her heard towards the door.
"Out of here, Sirius. I'm not gonna be a part of this."
"Don't go."
"No, this is ridiculous," she argued defiantly. Her cheeks reddened as she thought about the two of them duelling each other. "You two'll kill each other. And for what?"
"Look, come and sit back down," Sirius put forward, patting the space on the bed next him.
"No."
She looked at him, and then Remus and James who said nothing, obviously not about to try and persuade their friend against it. Shaking her head, she opened the door and left, leaving the three of them to plan the duel alone.
Trinity sat in an armchair near the fire in her pyjamas, reading the last chapter of her book. Looking around at no one in particular, she met the eyes of a few female Gryffindors, who turned red when they caught her gaze and looked away, chattering to each other, no doubt about her.
Remus, James and Sirius. Sirius looked at her meaningfully, but she just broke their gaze, returning to her book. Sighing, he knew nothing he could say would make he come with them, so he led them out to meet the Slytherins.
"You sure you want to do this?" James asked him one last time.
Nodding, Sirius gripped the handle and led them into the classroom. Looking round, he saw it was dark and cold. It was also empty.
"Where are they?" he roared, adrenaline still pumping through his veins.
"I-I don't know," James admitted, looking around. "Maybe they're late."
The door behind them suddenly opened, and Sirius automatically got in the correct duelling stance. However, he stopped when he saw Trinity stood there.
They could hear voices outside.
"Which way did they go?"
"I don't know, I only heard them. They've got to be in one of these classrooms."
"It's a set-up," Remus said dumbly as realisation hit him.
"Come on," James ordered, heading towards a side-door that connected the classroom they were in to an abandoned part of the second floor corridor. He gripped the rust-covered handle and pulled with all his might.
"Shit, it's locked."
"Wait." Trinity withdrew her wand from her back pocket and pointed it at the door.
"Alohomora!"
The ancient bolts flew off and the door creaked open. They pushed each other through, wanting to get as far away as possible.
Remus, the last one to go through, had just closed the door when he heard them enter the classroom.
"I thought they were in here."
"Well, it's the last classroom, where else could they be?"
"Shit," he whispered as he realised who the voices belonged to, "It's Pringle and Avery. We're fucked."
"No, we're not. Come on," Trinity urged, grabbing his arm and pulling his out onto the second floor. They could still hear the two members of staff.
"Where are we gonna go?" Trinity asked, looking around. She'd never been along this part of the second floor, so she didn't know which corridors led where,
"We're okay," Remus observed. "We've got the invisibility cloak."
"We're not all going to fit under it,"
"You two go that way," Sirius pointed down one corridor, "and we'll go down this one. We'll go through the passageway down to the first floor, near the library, and we'll meet you back at HQ," he finished, referring to their dorm-room. "We should get there before you, actually."
They split up, and Trinity followed Sirius towards the secret passage he had mentioned.
He heard footsteps down the hall, although he didn't have time to consult the Map sticking out of his inside robe pocket. Sirius grabbed Trinity's hand and pulled her down the corridors. They were just about to turn the corner to safety when a voice just behind them made them stop.
"Where do you think you're going?"
Turning round, Sirius saw the Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor walking towards them calmly, his light brown eyes glittering maliciously in the dark.
"We…we…" Trinity began, trying to think of an excuse. "We've just been to see a teacher."
"Five points from Gryffindor, Miss Honeyduke-Lestrange, for lying to a teacher. I suggest you return to your dormitories at once, before I remove any more points for wandering around school after hours."
Sirius wrapped his arm around her waist and led her off in the direction of Gryffindor Tower.
"Oh, and by the way…" he called behind them.
"Mr. Black, Miss. Honeyduke-Lestrange, detention tomorrow night."
"No…" Trinity protested, "that's not fair. It's the weekend"
"Perhaps Sunday night detention would be better. As well as tomorrow."
"No sir," she said quickly, "tomorrow's fine."
"Good. Two hours tomorrow night, beginning at eight o'clock. Classroom 5 on the first floor. As for you, Mr. Black, I believe Professor Storm requires your assistance on Sunday afternoon. He's cleaning out the store cupboard."
"Why me, sir?"
"I don't know, he only mentioned a book on Quidditch."
Sirius groaned inwards, but he just smiled woodenly. "Yes, sir."
"You may go now."
Heading towards their dorm room, Sirius looked at Trinity, a pointed expression.
"Don't say it," he warned her.
"What?"
"I told you so."
Giggling, she waited until they were around a corner, and she grabbed him, setting a firm, needing kiss on his lips. He pinned her against the corridor wall as he dipped his tongue inside her mouth. Undoing the tie on her robe, he pulled it apart, revealing her pyjamas. He ran his hands over the red satin boxer shorts she had on.
"You shouldn't be allowed to wear these," he murmured as he looked down at them. He traced the white hearts with his fingers, before trailing up her toned stomach to the red crop top she was wearing. Tracing the white neckline, he slid finger along her barely covered breasts, watching goose-bumps form on her chest as she shivered under his touch.
Kissing her once more, he slipped a hand inside her boxer shorts, making her moan into his mouth.
She looked at him, her cheeks flushed and her eyes lusty and provocative. Kissing him again and again, she gasped and whimpered as his fingers found her opening.
"Mr. Black, take Miss. Honeyduke-Lestrange to your dorm room!"
Grinning, Sirius withdrew his fingers and covered her back up. Pulling her into his arms, he carried her to the Common Room. Without a word to James and Remus, who had been waiting for them, he carried her up to his dorm room.
"Guys? We're going now, do either of you…" James stuck his head round the door, pausing as he saw Trinity getting dressed, stood in his dorm room wearing nothing more than a pair of pink ruffled panties "…need anything?"
Looking over at him, Trinity smiled, slinging a white strapless top over her head.
"Hey. Are you going to the Quidditch Shop?"
"We can do. Why? You need a hat, don't you?"
"Yeah, and some winter gloves."
"Okay," he nodded, making a mental note. "What size gloves are you?"
"Five."
Walking over to her overnight bag, she unzipped one of the many side compartments and withdrew her purse.
"Here," she said, holding out her hand. "There's four galleons, that should be plenty."
"Okay."
"Oh, and will you ask them to stitch my name on."
"Yeah. What do you want on it?"
Trinity just looked at him, her eyebrows raised. "Er…Trinity."
"Okay. Not H Honeyduke-Lestrange."
""No, Trinity's fine."
"Okay then."
"Er, Sirius is in there," she informed him, pointing to the bathroom, before resuming dressing, seemingly indifferent of James being there.
"Padfoot?" he called, knocking on the door. He could hear running water, so he knew he was having a shower. Opening the door slightly, he coughed as the hot, clammy steam hit his cool face.
"Padfoot?" he called to the shower. "Hello?"
He heard the shower door slide open, and Sirius' head protruded amongst the steam.
"Yeah?" he answered, raking strands of soaking wet hair out of his eyes.
"You need anything getting from Hogsmeade?"
"Nope, I'm good."
"Okay. Good luck today," he grinned at his best friend.
"Do you think she'll like it?"
"She'll feel really special, you know. That you're showing it to her before anyone else, even us."
"You don't mind?"
"Of course not."
"Thanks, Prongs. I knew you'd understand. I'd hug you and all, but I'm soaking."
"Yeah," James agreed. "And you're naked."
"Yeah."
"See you later."
"James?" Trinity called from the mirror as she saw his reflection walk towards the door. "I've been thinking. Can I have H. Honeyduke-Lestrange put on my gloves instead?"
"Of course," he smiled at her. "Have a nice day today. What time are you going?"
"Half one," she said, buttoning her shorts up. "Waist, you know what he's doing?" she asked, pouncing on him. "Tell me, tell me!"
"I can't," James laughed. "I've been sworn to secrecy."
"It's not fair," she moaned.
"Trust me," he squeezed her hand. "It's worth the wait."
"Sirius, this is ridiculous! Where are you taking me?"
"Just trust me!" Sirius rolled his eyes, his hands over hers. He saw several people looking at them, but he just carried on directing her to where he wanted to show her.
"We're going into a lift now," he notified her as he led her inside and pressed button number '3.'
"Are we there yet?" she grumbled. "It's really hot and stuffy in here."
"Come on."
Sirius heard the bell ping and he waited for the doors to open. Leading her out and down the corridor, he suddenly stopped.
"Hi, Gary," he smiled at the man coming out of Apartment 6V.
"Gary?" Trinity questioned. "Who's Gary?"
Sighing, he gave Gary a comic, apologetic look, fumbling for the keys in his back pocket.
"Sirius? What is going on? If you don't tell me –"
"Trins?"
"Yeah…"
"Shut up for a sec, babe." He inserted the key and turned the lock, opening the door. Escorting her in, he stopped just inside the entrance hall and whispered in her ear, "You ready?"
"Yes!" she screamed. "Finally!"
He removed his hands and she opened her eyes. Her eyes widened as she took in her surroundings. Everything, absolutely everything, from the leather sofa to the posters adorning the walls to the lighting and decorations, they could not have screamed Sirius more if they tried.
"What is it?" she asked him. Although it was perfectly obvious what it was, how it was what she thought it was, well, it was rather impossible.
"It's mine, Trins," he beamed, his hands resting on her waist. "This is my new place."
Looking round, Trinity rested her head on his strong, burly chest.
"Your new place," she repeated her fingers on her lips.
Smiling up at him, she let him kiss her, before saying, "You know, it custom to show guests around, you know? Give them the grand tour."
Taking her hand, he took her further inside his apartment, into the living room she'd glimpsed.
"The living room," he pointed out, looking over to the corner, where there was a massive, sectioned off kitchen area with a dining table and chairs, "kitchen and dining area."
The nearest door led to the bathroom, and another to the computer/work room. Going through the furthest door, Trinity found the master bedroom, with the ensuite bathroom.
Turning to him, she commented, "You're all grown up now."
She pushed him onto his bed and sat astride him, wishing she'd chosen to wear a skirt. Grinding her hips into his, she removed both their tops and climbed into bed to christen his new apartment.
"You wanna go get something to eat?" Sirius asked her as sat on the edge of the bed, tying his boots back up."
"Yeah…I'm hungry again." Trinity rubbed her eyes, looking at the clock on the bedside table. It was five o'clock already. "Pass me my stuff, babe."
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Why?"
"You can get them yourself."
With a protesting groan, she threw back the warm covers and got out of bed to pick up her clothes. Bending down, she picked up her panties and straightened them out, proceeding to put them on. As she stepped into one leg, she caught Sirius' eye. He was still sat on the edge of his bed, watching her. She could see how turned on he was, the large bulge in his trousers becoming more and more obvious as his eyes roamed her body, taking her in. Now she realised hwy he refused to help her pick up her clothes.
"You are such a pervert," she stated as she pulled them up. He took hold of her hand and wrenched her towards him. Sitting her in his lap, he let her unzip his trousers, his breathing becoming more heavy and shallow as her soft skin touched his, and she gently he reached under her and pulled her panties aside, surprised when she smacked his hand away.
His eyes watching her, Sirius groaned as she slid down his body do the floor, where, on her knees, she took him in her mouth. A sharp intake of breath on the contact of her hot mouth with his aching manhood made Trinity smile as she sucked and licked him. She began humming, the vibrations against his throbbing cock making him dizzy. He gripped her hair for balance, not wanting her to stop. She gently ran her finger up and down his shaft, as if coaxing him. Her tongue swirling and suckling at his head made Sirius completely lose it, Trinity groaned loudly as she felt his hot, sticky, salty-sweet cum ooze down the back of her throat. Once he was spent, she licked the tip of his penis once more to make sure there was no more, and then leaned back up, licking her lips.
Grinning at him, she saw his cheeks had coloured and his hair was slightly damp with sweat. Kissing his lips, she stood back up and continued getting changed. Throwing her top and her khaki shorts on, she slipped into her pumps and slithered her hand into his. Grabbing her handbag with her free hand, she squeezed his hand happily as they made it to the front door.
Just as he opened the door, she admitted, "You're apartment's really nice, Sirius. I really like it."
Smiling, he covered her mouth with his once more, before leading her out of the building and down the street to a nearby café he'd seen when they arrived.
"How did you manage to bring me here?" she asked as they sat down in the terrace. Thanking the waiter for her menu, she glanced down it.
"I went to see Dumbledore yesterday, before I went to get my Quidditch book back."
"Oh. That was nice of him to let you."
"Yeah. We have to be back by seven."
"Well, we have detention to serve, remember. We've got to be there for eight."
"God, he's such a wanker," Sirius half-shouted, slamming his fist on the table.
"Shush," she soothed him as she saw his little outburst had acquired an audience. She rubbed her leg up against his under the table appeasingly.
"Don't do that," he warned her.
"Why?"
"I wonder…"
Looking at him in amazement, she said, hardly believing him, "You are always turned on, I swear to God!"
Leaning over to hide his erection as the waiter appeared, Sirius just smiled to himself as they ordered.
At five minutes to eight, they arrived outside classroom five. Sirius knocked on the door.
"Right," Professor Avery called from amongst the many piles of marking on his desk. "I want you sitting at opposite ends of the room. I want no hanky panky going on, this is a detention."
He flipped the board over and a title presented itself to the two.
"For your detention with me, you will each produce an essay on," he pointed to the board, "Why it is. That will be your title. Begin."
Looking at each other, Trinity and Sirius sat down as far away form each other as Avery could put them. He put them back to back so they couldn't.
The two hours seemed to take forever to pass. Every so often Sirius could hear Trinity's bored sighs, and she his annoyed grunts. Eventually, the two hours were up.
"You may stop now," he commanded as the clock struck ten o'clock. "Pass me your scroll, Miss. Honeyduke-Lestrange."
Despite the fact that leaning over to hand him her essay meant he could see down her top, she did as he wished. He smiled in a perverted way at her, and she felt her skin crawl. Looking over at Sirius, she shook her head warningly as she saw him itching to swing for the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher.
After glancing down it, Avery looked back at her and smiled. "Very good, Miss. Honeyduke-Lestrange. Twenty points to Gryffindor. And your essay, Mr. Black?"
Avery began reading and then stopped his forehead creasing. With a red face, he turned to his pupil and said incredibly, quoting the opening few sentences:
"Roaming the school when one should be in bed is very dangerous for the environment and the local community, not least the economy of the Wizarding world. It is a detainable offence, and if found guilty, the Ministry of Magic can choose to imprison you in Azkaban for a minimum of thirty years? Mr. Black, how dare you make a mockery out of this detention?"
"I don't see what's wrong with it," Sirius said gravely, adding with emphasis, "sir."
"Mr. Black, you are treading on very dangerous ground. I strongly advise that you take this more seriously."
Looking disbelievingly at her boyfriend, Trinity failed to suppress a giggle, finding that the devilish grin on his face made her really horny.
"This is not funny, Miss. Honeyduke-Lestrange."
"Sorry, sir."
"I will be having words with Professor McGonagall about this, and I'm afraid I shall have to take back those twenty points earned by Miss Honeyduke-Lestrange. I will also be having word with Professor Storm about your task tomorrow afternoon."
When Sirius didn't say a word in retaliation, he sighed angrily and said, "You may go."
"Did you really write that?" she stared at him in wonder as soon as they were out the door and heading back towards the Marauder's dorm room.
"Yeah…" he shrugged. "He loves making me look like an idiot, so I though it was about time someone did it to him, you know, give him a taste of his own medicine.. Now he knows what it feels like, maybe he won't do it to other people so often."
"I can't believe you," Trinity gasped, shaking her head at him.
Sirius was about to say something to defend himself, thinking she was made with him, when she finished, "You're absolutely fantastic!"
She fell into his arms, kissing him lovingly.
"Come on then."
"Why? Where are we going?"
"Three guesses…"
"Oh, I can't, babe," she apologised. "I'm absolutely exhausted."
"Come on, then," he gave in, helping her to his bed, albeit not to do what he wanted to do with her.
Author's Note:
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Er, yeah, don't really have much to write. Just knocked this up, so I thought I'd post it!
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