Never felt a feeling of comfort, oh
"Nice one Sirius! I can't believe you finally slept with that huffpuff girl! I would have thought she would have held out longer. Now I owe Peter 10 galleons."
"Wait, you two were betting on me sleeping with her?" Sirius asked his best mate, James Potter.
They were walking into the common room, as they had just finished having dinner.
"Well yeah, you have slept through most of our year's girls, Sirius." James replied with a smug grin.
On overhearing that, a certain sixth year girl, Amelia Bones, got up in a huff and left the room to head up to the girl's dormitory. Sirius followed her with his eyes, trailing after her as she marched up the spiral staircase. She always did that. Every time he entered the room, she would glare at him and leave. Or, she would look like she smelled something rotten. He didn't understand, as he had never interacted with her. She was not one of the girls that he had previously slept with, that much he knew. He would definitely remember that, seeing as he had a major crush on her. He noticed things like that.
The next day, after lunch, he parted ways with James, Peter, and Remus to head to the library. He misplaced his Defence Against The Dark Arts book he needed for class, and needed to look something up for his homework that was assigned to him.
As he entered the library, Amelia immediately spotted him and got up to leave. As she was walking by, as fate would have it, she brushed against him, and their hands touched.
Both of them froze at the feelings that were rushing through them. They had both felt that spark, the soulmate bond solidifying at the skin to skin contact. Both of them felt the thrum of the warmth of the soulmate bond in their chests, there was no denying it.
Sirius was snapped out of it by her pulling away, moving to leave again. Meanwhile, Ameila was in complete shock. She couldn't believe it, she was a good student, she followed every rule. She was from a light family. How could she be soulbonded to Sirius Black of all people? She knew his reputation, it's why she didn't like him, why she always avoided him like the plague. She wasn't a slag, she wasn't a common whore who he could have a quick shag with and dump like yesterday's Prophet newspaper. How could she have a rogue as a soul mate?
She was dragged out of her thoughts by Sirius grabbing her wrist tightly. She slowly turned to look at him, making eye contact, and saw a look of pure hunger and awe, with a hint of darkness that was always there. He was a Black after all.
"Sirius Black, you let me go at once! I am not your property, you cannot just trap me against the wall like some common slapper!"
He stepped even closer to her, now in her personal bubble space, still holding her wrist tightly.
He reached over to her, turning her completely to face him, with his other hand, while still holding onto her.
"Come now, Ameila, why do you always run away, love?"
"Why does it have to be you? What did I do to deserve this?"
"Come now, don't be so mean. You know that we were made for eachother, why deny it any longer?"
He now cornered her into the wall, backing her up so she had nowhere else to go, his face a look of passion and want, mixed with something she couldn't place. She did not like this one bit.
"You'll only hurt me Sirius, thats why. Why do you think I always avoided you? I know you, I know the rumors and I know your reputation. The entire school does. I'm not going to be fooled. You've slept with almost every girl in seventh year, and some of sixth! I will NOT be hurt by you! How can I expect you to not hurt me? Sirius, you're between a different witch's thighs every week!"
"They don't mean anything to me, they never did. YOU mean everything to me. You're my bonded, my soulmate. You're my everything now, they don't matter."
"Exactly my point! You can move on so fast, what if you do that to me too? What happens when you get bored of me?"
"You're my everything now. You're mine and you won't be able to run away from me."
He reached up with the hand that was on her upper arm and caressed her cheek, pushing her loose hair behind one of her ears, and rested his hand on her neck.
"I'm from a light family, why would you ever want me?"
"You're all i've ever wanted, Amelia. I've always had a crush on you, but you'd never give me the time of day. It was always you. Light or Dark it doesn't matter to me. What matters is who you are as a person.
He rested his forehead against hers causing to look up at his stormy grey eyes. He drew her into a delicate kiss, and pulled back about an inch away.
"Sorry, I don't know how to offer comfort. I've never had a feeling of comfort in my life."
Never felt a feeling of comfort, oh
