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The following day, Laura had woken when it was still dark. She guessed it was about 5 in the morning, but she was in no mind to go back to sleep. She was still very riled up over the way Sirius had treated them. As if she was a kid! What, now she can't take care of herself! She decided to go and take her anger out on the punching bag in the training room, and as she left she barely noticed the fact that Stephanie was missing.

The entire house was so dark and quiet, Laura thought she would wake someone up if she started taking all her frustration out in the room above. She went anyways, dressed in those skin tight spandex pants Stephanie had bought for them, and she had to agree they were highly effective, allowing her to move with much more subtlety. Letting her irritation wash over her, she started punching that bag like never before. She was doing sit ups, push ups, everything and anything to make her not think. As her ragged breathing was pounding in her ear drums she did not hear Sirius step inside the room, also looking for a way to vent his frustration.

He stopped at the sight of her, and had a mind to leave, but he decided that this was his house after all, and he would be dammned if he let a 17 year old have such a hold on him.

Laura spread her arms out on the mat, catching her breath, and letting her chest rise and fall. Sirius couldn't help but stare. The way her skin glistened around her throat, the rising and falling of her chest. The sight of her made him come to life like a puppet on a string, so he cleared his throat huskily, and turned towards the punching bag.

Laura opened her eyes, and was taken by surprise when she saw him, but soon that was replaced with a stern cold look. He felt an odd sensation at the way she looked at him. As though he was so beneath her. But then again, he was looking at her with boiling eyes. His stormy eyes looked as though they were indeed getting ready for one hell of a hurricane. They just stood there intently glaring at one another.

Finally Laura broke the silence, " What are you doing here?"

" Last time I checked, this was my house." He said coldly with a hint of bitter sarcasm.

" Right." She was getting ready to leave, but before she did, she approached him and said in a slow frosty tone, " What is your problem?"

He took a step towards her, his anger rising, " My problem? Your complete disregard for your safety."

" Exactly! It's MY safety Sirius. Not yours, nor anyone else's, but mine! So let me do with it what I wish!" she spat out selfishly. She was too angered to care about the fact that he was only this mad because he truly cared.

" You have no idea what you are up against. You can pretend it's not happening to you, but sooner or later you'll have to realize that this is your life. You were chosen to do this, fight, train, are you really that immature you don't realize the danger you were putting your friends in as well as yourself!" he growled his anger surfacing.

Laura shot him a firy gaze, as she took another step towards him, wanting nothing more then to slap him. " I didn't ask for this! It chose me! Me and Stephanie! And now I can't even have one night of fun before I really have to lose my life the way I know it! God, you stand here lecturing me, but you have no idea what it's like to be in my position. I am only seventeen damn it! I should be upstairs gossiping, or painting my nails, but instead I am up here working my ass off !"

Sirius had a sudden thought of the way her buttocks looked in those pants, but quickly brushed it away, and with an eerie calm voice, his eyes locked in hers he said, " You don't even know of the horror I have seen." and he turned around and crossed the room to gather some punching gloves.

Laura was rooted to the spot, dazed at the way his eyes had shadowed over as he had spoken, as though his voice was made of stone, and his heart had closed. She felt pain reach her chest. She knew it was the pain of guilt. He was right, she did not know anything of what he had been through. In prison, when his best friends died. Hell, if Stephanie, Fred, George or Lee had been killed, she surely wouldn't be able to continue on living, or at least she would want to kill the bastard who dun them in.

" DAMN!" Sirius yelled as he knocked the punching bag off its hinges with a most powerful swing.

Suddenly Laura was brought back to reality, and tentatively waked towards him. His back was towards her, and she wanted to comfort him somehow. Not because he knocked the bag off the ceiling, but to comfort him for all he had been through. Her hand was shaking, and was about an inch from his shoulder when he turned around and grabbed her hand. He had felt her presence behind him, like a soft heat washing over his back. She didn't gasp at his sudden movement, instead she enclosed her fingers around his hand.

" I'm sorry." She whispered as her wide eyes shone with possible tears.

He looked down at her, as the ice that was once in his eyes melted. He bent his head and captured her lips in a tender embrace. He thought she would push him off, but she parted her lips to let him in. He took the initiative, as he deepened the kiss. One hand on his heart, she could feel a low grutal moan shuddering from his chest. She lost herself in the kiss, as passion rose between them, and her breath became scarce. Sirius broke the kiss, but Laura wanted more.

" We can't. Not yet." He whispered kissing her brow.

Laura opened her eyes, as he left the room.