Chapter 6

The sound of glasses clinking and boisterous chatter filled the bar. Not 10 minutes into their outing and Lyra wanted nothing more than to go home. After eating at a muggle fast food place, McDonald's, Kat had taken her to a bar a couple of miles away from their apartment but had promptly ditched her when a big German guy took her aside. She knew he was German because he had a German accent. It was also pretty clear when he told them he was German. About 5 times. He was pretty dumb but he was pretty which was enough for Kat.

She was probably the only person in the room not dancing or wasted. "No, thank you," she said strongly the fourth time the bartender asked if she was sure she didn't want a drink. He was an older guy, looking the type of person who would drug her drink. She didn't want to make any assumptions but she also didn't want to take any chances. "What's a pretty girl like you doin' here, all alone?" A man in her peripheral vision plopped down on the stool next to her, asking the bartender to give him a shot of bourbon. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes. If he had to hit on her, would it kill him to at least use original material? "Not interested. Besides, how'd you know I'm all alone?" She knew she was being rather short and rude to him but she was already frustrated with Kat and overwhelmed by the noise level here. It was too much and made her think of things she didn't want to think about. She just wanted to go home and curl in bed with a Ben & Jerry's in hand, maybe listen to some music too, not be here being hit on by some guy with a high audacity.

"Cause, if I were your man, I wouldn' leave your side for a single second, and fools ta any man who would. C'mon, you haven' even seen my face," he whined, like a child. Indulging him, she turned to meet an attractive young man with auburn curls and dark eyes, wearing a smug smile as if she had already accepted his advances. He couldn't be more than 20. She groaned. This was an all-time low. "How old are you?" She asked. She had no intention of taking him to bed regardless of his age but she hoped her age would be a deal-breaker for him.

"18, m'lady."

"I'm too old for you," she informed, hoping he'd leave her alone.

"Nonsense! You couldn' be mo' than wha'? Twenty-fi'?"

"Flattered-" not in the least, she wasn't the type of woman who was obsessed with looking younger than her years, though no shame towards a woman who does "- but almost 29."

He was annoyingly undeterred, "Goo' thing then tha' I'm int'a older women then, eh?" She let out a long sigh. Can he not take a hint? She took a long sip of her water before giving the young boy her strongest glare, spelling it out for him, "Leave me be or I'll tell someone that you're underaged." She eyed the bartender before looking back at the boy to make a point.

His smile wiped off at her threat, even if he didn't look as if he particularly believed her, "Fine, fine. Geez." He gave her a dark look, finished the rest of his shot, and went off to bother some brunette at the other end of the room. Poor girl. Boys these days had a lot of nerve. She searched the room for Kat, to possibly convince her to go, but with no luck. She had probably gotten a room with the German. Lyra decided she'd give her roommate another 10 minutes before setting out to find her herself.

"Lyra? What are you doing here?" The voice belonged to a man with dark features, long hair, a slight resemblance to- "Sirius? Is that you?"

"No other. Like the glamour?" He waggled his eyebrows in an attempt to look sexy.

"What are you doing here?" She hissed, pulling him to the side.

"You know, darling," his hands clutched her hips, bringing her closer to his body than she wanted, "If you wanted me alone, all you had to do was ask." He leaned in closer for a kiss but she slapped his face with her might, leaving an imprint of red there. Shocked, he let go of her, nursing his face. She took the opportunity to shove him away, "Don't touch me, Black."

"What the fuck, Lyra? I thought-"

"Well, you thought wrong." She grabbed his hand, taking him outside since they were gathering others' attention. "You're supposed to be at Grimmauld."

His hands were in the pockets of his leather pants, and he shrugged nonchalantly, "Got bored."

"Bored? You are a literal convict, Sirius! What the fuck is wrong with you? Anyone could have recognized you!"

"But they didn't," he reminded.

"I did."

"Fuck's wrong with you? Lighten up, Lyra. You're too uptight."

Lighten up, Lyra. Too uptight, Lyra. I'll be home late, Lyra. It's not a big deal, Lyra. "Fuck you," she spat with a newfound hatred. "I'd be glad to," he responded.

"Get back to Grimmauld, I'm warning you." How could he endanger his safety, his freedom for a night of fun? "Or?"

"Or," she stepped closer to Sirius, poking at his chest firmly, "The headmaster just might find out. You think he'd be happy with you?" He was an idiot if he thought she'd let him intimidate her.

"You wouldn't."

"You don't know me, Black."

"I don't want to go back," he explained, "It's Hell there, Lyra. You don't understand." His voice was but a whisper as he visibly deflated. She noticed, for the first time, that his eyes looked haunted. He spent years at Azkaban, she remembered. Despite his outwardly easygoing appearance, he had to have had so much trauma from all those years at Azkaban. She knew better than anyone else what it was like to live in a place that was your own living hell. It was why she was in Britain and not back home, in America.

She softened up towards him. He might have made a piss-poor decision sneaking out like a teenaged boy, but she could understand why he did. "I'm so sorry, Sirius." Preoccupied with thoughts of sympathy for the man, she didn't notice how close he was getting until his lips were connected to hers. She gasped, and he took advantage, slipping his tongue in. Their kiss escalated quickly and his hands were on her, sliding up and up. Before he could touch where he really wanted to, she pushed him away again. He was a man who won the lottery, with newfound confidence. What had she done? "You won't be pushing me away forever." It felt more a threat to her than a promise.

"Home," she ordered, slightly flustered. He motioned his arms to tell her to take the lead. She did even though she wasn't so sure she was comfortable with him behind her. After making sure he was inside, she left unapologetically back to her apartment even after he begged for her to stay. That was a can of worms for another time.

At home, she filled the bathtub up and relaxed under the warm water. The warmth kissed her body. Speaking of kisses, she couldn't stop thinking about Sirius's kiss. He was a good kisser, she wasn't going to lie about that, but it felt wrong. Kissing Sirius felt disgusting, in the nicest way possible. She didn't know what connection he felt with her, but she definitely wasn't feeling it with him. She just didn't know how to tell him that. She got a good feeling about Sirius's character, and, if she was right, he was taking this as a challenge. Was that how he always was or was it because of all those years he was alone, at Azkaban?

Maybe she could sleep with him, just to give him a bit of comfort. No, she told herself. That wouldn't be fair to her or Sirius. She didn't want to lead him on and she wasn't comfortable with sleeping with him. Also, sleeping with someone because of sympathy -or was it pity- wasn't something that Lyra thought was okay in the least.

She'd have to let him down gently. The problem was that she didn't know if he would accept that or not. Maybe reminding him that she was Remus's sister… One part of her screamed that she shouldn't have to remind him that she was his best mate's sister for him to stop his advances on her while the other excused him by saying that he knew no better.

She wished he would just drop it.

Severus checked the watch on his wrist for the third time. She was 5 minutes late. Did she stand him up, or- there she was at the entrance, dressed in a champagne red dress that squeezed her curves. Was that even comfortable? It looked so restrictive. She smiled when she saw him, taking the chair opposite of him. "Sorry I was late, I know you hate that. Got caught up in traffic." If her hair was a little muffed up, he ignored it.

The waiter came around to take their orders. She ordered something so fancy (and expensive) he couldn't even pronounce it. He knew a little Italian but he wasn't proficient at it. He ordered a mushroom carbonara with a pancetta balsamic glaze as well as a tomato bisque on the side. Their food came in 25 minutes, which was to be expected at a restaurant as classy as this. He engaged in mindless small talk with her while they ate.

He sipped some of his coke, waiting for her to finish. Soda wasn't his favourite but he wanted something carbonated and coke was acceptable, although he far preferred Pepsi. Their conversation had come to an uncomfortable halt but that's how it was between them. More sex than talk.

They technically dated once but they were more glorified fuck-buddies than anything. The only thing was that they once spent every spare moment with each other, she had even all but moved in with him. They had more late-night talks back then, and a lot of emotional talks that it could be construed as a relationship, and thus it was. He was certain she didn't ever love him and he never claimed to love her.

The first time they dated, they'd only lasted 3 weeks. They remained friends still and, low and behold, they were back together a couple of months later. This on-and-off thing lasted for years until 2 years ago when he called it quits permanently, at least relationship-wise. They still occasionally fucked, but he was trying to put an end to that, too. It wasn't healthy but she just had a way with her words.

To be honest, he didn't even like her all that much anymore but he still hated to disappoint her. They were friends once, after all, and he was in no position to lose any more of them. So, if she wanted to choose when to be a good friend or not, he'd just have to accept that.

She took a while to finish her food but it was advantageous, seeing as it gave him time to make a decision. One part of him warned that this wasn't a good idea and the other said 'fuck it all.' Maybe it was all pointless. He'd probably end up sleeping with her by the end of the night. It's what always happened and it's probably what would continue to happen for the rest of his life, however short that might be. Sure, going back to her wasn't really what he wanted, but sometimes you have to do things you don't want to. Besides, she was brilliant at sex, which almost made up for it.

"Ready to go?" Her voice was low and sultry, foreshadowing what would come next. 9:32. Definitely more than an hour. "Yes."

They didn't even make it inside her house before she was all over him. Kissing him deeply, he reached behind him to twist the handle. It was locked. She grabbed her keys from her pocket and handed them to him. He blindly inserted it in on his first try- he was kind of an expert at that by now. The door opened easily and by the time it was closed, she was working on unbuttoning his shirt. She was fast at that. He applied his glamour nonverbally before she could see the scars on his chest. He doubted that she'd want him should she see them and he didn't blame her for that.

Once she'd accomplished getting him half-naked, she fell to her knees, tugging at his belt. He undid it for her and she unzipped his pants, slid them down where they bunched at his knees. "Prepared, aren't you?" He actually had run out of clean underwear but if she was pleased by the thought that he was commando for her, he'd gladly let her fall under that impression.

Smartly, her lips opened to take his dick in her mouth. She started slow, starting from the base all the way up until the tip, and on again. Like a lollipop. Slightly impatient, he tangled his hands in her hair and forced him all the way, so that his dick was hitting the back of her throat. Forcing her made him feel uncomfortable -it felt rapey- but she liked it rough and would rather him be forceful than not.

He found the perfect rhythm and she seemed to find it to her liking as well if her moans were anything to go by. He didn't like forcing her speed but he did like having his dick in her mouth. It was probably the best part of sex for him. After eating pussy, of course. It didn't seem like there would be any time for that today.

He pulled out suddenly, kneeling so he was eye-level with Magdalene. He lightly pushed her until she was lying down with her knees up, begging him to take her. And so, he did. But, first, he made sure she was wet enough. With his size, it would hurt her if she wasn't. He lightly guided it up and down against her pussy, creating more friction. When she was finally aroused enough, he pressed a little deeper, allowing her to adjust to him. "More," she pleaded. "I want all of you."

Harsh and fast was how he fucked her, feeling guilt with each movement he made. She was in a state of ecstasy, her mouth the shape of an 'o' and her eyes rolled back. He closed his eyes, hoping she'd orgasm soon. He could come and feel disgusted with himself on his own time.

She took longer this time, but eventually, he felt her muscles clench and her face was bunched with pleasure, her teeth sinking into her lip, her head tilted back, and her chest heaving up and down with sweat dripping down her face.

"Wow," she breathed. He cleaned his cum off her and helped her up. They said their goodbyes and that was that.