Disclaimer: I own nutting.

"I wouldn't understand?" Dorcas whispered tears slithering down her pale cheeks, "you're right, I don't."

Anika felt a wave of nausea pass her at the site of her sister's tears, but other wise she felt numb. The potion she cooked up had kicked in. She sled down onto the closest chair to her, watching Dorcas' back.

"I would think you were under Imperius, but he wouldn't get you to destroy yourself with toxic drugs. What has he got over you?" Sirius' voice hissed from behind Anika, making her jump slightly.

"I don't know what you're—" Anika's voice cut off as she turned around and caught sight of him.

"Don't play dumb—uh…" Sirius' eyes illuminated shock as Anika had seductively slipped out of her chair and advanced towards him, her eyes fiery with desire.

"I don't wanna play dumb, I just want to play," She whispered into his ear, her hands fiddling with his belt buckle. Sirius' shock was starting to wear off, but desire was beginning to fog him. As she hungrily bit his neck, his is reasons for sneaking into her office no longer existed.

"Listen, this isn't the time—" He pushed her hands away from his zipper, but Anika merely laughed and covered his lips with hers. With her warm tongue in his mouth, Sirius could no longer think clearly. He let her hands wander were ever she liked, sending electric waves down his spine.

"Have you ever wondered what I look like unrobed?" She pulled away from him and began to unbutton her robes slowly. Once the silk material covered the floor, Sirius watched for mere seconds before roughly pulling her back into his arms and her tongue down his throat. "I presume you like it," she panted slightly.

"Perhaps," Sirius whispered his lips brushing hers.

"Alright then," she pulled herself away and using both hands cleared off her desk. "Last chance to leave." Grinning roguishly, Sirius pushed her down on to it.

OOOOO

"Why were you at Slughorn's?" Hermione asked her head resting on Remus' chest as they rested on his bed. Catching the look on his face she flushed and tried to quickly explain herself, "I mean you always complain about Potions and well you aren't the best at it…"

"It's okay," he chuckled slightly, "Old Slug has taken liking of me since I jinxed 3 Slytherins single handedly the first week I was here. Said I was powerful and had class doing the dirty deed. Heh he…he is a nutter." Hermione grinned looking up at him.

"I think he is right. You do have class, even when doing dirty deeds…" there was a second when their eyes locked before they both burst into laughter.

"We rarely go to the get togethers though, it's not cool to leave Peter behind," Remus continued on.

"That's very considerate," she smiled reaching up and brushing away his brown hair out of his eyes. "But then, you're always considerate." Her fingers brushed past his cheeks, and touched his lips tenderly. Remus' golden eyes gleamed and before long he pulled Hermione on top of him, covering her with warm passionate kisses.

Her dry lips lovingly brushing his, she mournfully whispered, "I don't know what to do when I have to leave you."

"Then don't," Remus said kissing her again.

Hermione let herself drown in his kisses feeling warm all over, but in the back of her mind she knew she was going to weep in her bed, foreseeing the heartbreak to come. Why did I have to fall so hard for him? She cursed herself and him, for good measures.

A/N: Anika's actions seem familiar, don't you think?