DISCLAIMER: THE WORLD OF HARRY POTTER BELONGS TO JK ROWLING.
School would be starting tomorrow, September first. Mrs. Weasley had made a splendid dinner for all of them.
"Hey Sirius, so you going to write?" asked Stephanie looking up from her plate of meat pie.
" Well I better, or you lot will have my head!" he said smirking.
" You better believe it." said Fred.
Laura smiled as she looked at him. She settled her gaze on his kind face, somewhat daydreaming, somewhat…inexplicably happy.
" You have to be careful about sending mail however," said Lupin, " Because it would look rather odd if owls keep coming in and out of this place."
Harry was taking advantage of the time to talk to his godfather as Fred, George and Ron were discussing Quidditch. Stephanie took the opportunity to ask Lupin what would happen to their training once at Hogwarts.
" Well,Snape should take over…if he's feeling up to the challenge." He added his eyes twinkling.
" How come we haven't seen Dumbeldore at all?" asked Stephanie.
" Well he's come here often for the meetings, but well, you guys obviously didn't see him. He thought it would seem too obvious if only you and Laura were allowed to listen in on the meetings. I expect that he will want to see you once school starts."
They had to stop their low conversation, because it seemed as though Fred was leaning in on Stephanie's side, and might catch a word or two.
Well fed, and tired they all said goodnight, and headed to bed.
Stephanie walked alongside Fred, " It's going to be your last year Frederick, you better not forget me." She said playfully.
" well…I'll do my best, but you see there's this French girl I'm seeing and I don't know if I can still be with you…"
Stephanie hit his arm as he smirked, and she went to her room looking back smiling…as if she had something else on her mind.
Once Fred was in his room, he looked around restless as George was getting his bed things on.
" Hey George, want to go sleep in another room?"
" No. Why?"
" Uhh… I told you, you snore too loud."
" I do not! …oh wait…you want to be with Stephanie?"
" possibly"
" Argh! Getting thrown out by my own brother! It's alright, I will not crumple up and die- NO! I will leave you, oh yes, but you owe me!" he said as he grabbed his blanket and pillow and headed for the living room downstairs.
Fred sneaked to Stephanie and Laura's bedroom, and opened the door quietly as Stephanie's back was facing him, as she was taking off her shirt changing. Laura wasn't in the room yet. Perfect.
" Fred!"
" Sorry fair lady, I am in the mood to kidnap you!"
Fred picked her up and carried her to his room, as she was still only in her bra and shorts.
" Frederick! What are you thinking!"
" Oh, I don't know…many things…I want to see your birth mark again… the things I've seen this summer, the things I want to make you feel, the ways I want to kiss your mouth…"
Stephanie was blushing redder word by word, as her lower lip trembled, half wanting to laugh, smile, or just kiss him right there. Yet this all felt so right, them together, now.
Fred took a step, and as he brushed her hair off of her back with one hand, he let the other fumble with her bra strap as she took a gasping breath.
It wasn't like they hadn't seen each other remotely naked before, especially since the shower incident, but this was different somehow.
He removed his clothes, and turned back to her. It was as though all their desires had been unleashed. His mouth was hotter yet as it returned to hers, his hands more demanding as he caressed her. He rocketed his body above hers. Everything around them hung in the twilight of abundant bliss. A dream was taking place, and they were both willingly galloping the steps of their castle in the sky.
Meanwhile below…
" George…george…" Laura whispered at the sleeping form on the sofa.
' grumble' was the only audible response.
" George…go on, go to my room, you'll sleep better there."
George opened an eye, " …I always get kicked out…never wanted…"
He got up, very drowsy and went upstairs, falling asleep on top of Stephanie's bed without a care.
Laura sat in front of the fire on the sofa with a blanket, hot cocoa in hand, Mrs. Weasley specialty. She couldn't leave without talking to Sirius. No matter how much she tried to ignore it, her feelings grew more desirous, and she had to at least thank him. She was thinking how to aboard him, when he stumbled into the Living room…
" Oh…sorry, didn't expect anyone to be here. Can't always sleep, so I come down here."
" It's ok Sirius, sit down." Smiled Laura.
He sat on the other side of the couch, facing her. There was no one around, so he didn't have to pretend it wasn't her he wanted to look at, and Laura did not mind, as she was looking at him as well.
"Thank you for everything you've done this summer." She started out saying.
He didn't move.
" I just want to let you know that I—ehh---Stephanie and I appreciate all that you've done, and letting us stay here and all. I know it probably wasn't easy with us running all over the place, and…"
" It was my pleasure, really." He said keeping his face expressionless.
Laura nibbled on her bottom lip thinking of what to say next, but the words simply did not find her, so she turned her head to face the fire and took a sip of her cocoa.
" …Guess school is starting tomorrow, so…well, don't forget to write…"
" I won't" he promised.
Suddenly he got up and walked in front of Laura as she opened her eyes wide. He was about to reach out his hand but thought the better of it and folded his hand into a retreating fist, looking tense and at the ground.
Again with the awkwardness…great…always-just awkwardness…thought Laura as she thought vainly of something to say.
Breaking all proper barriers with their encircling whirl of emotions building up, he leaned forward and crashed his lips against hers, as she leaned in moaning from surprise and pleasure. He caught her moan in his mouth, but continued on kissing her. They both fell back on the couch, lips upon lips, his hand roaming all over her back, arms and legs, not daring to go too far no matter how tempting…
No other words were spoken, just the stifling heat making them both get lost in each other's embrace. Their kisses seemed almost desperate.
Finally, Laura with her hand resting on under Sirius's shirt touching his chest she spoke. She had a half smile, content really, " I—uhh, I better get to bed. Hogwarts tomorrow…"
"Oh…yeah.." replied Sirius now busy with her neck, collar bone, cheeks…
Laura let a little sigh escape, and he looked up smiling handsomely.
" Ok, well good night then." He softly kissed her, got up, smiled and left the room.
As he walked up the stairs to his room with a little jump in his step, he half wanted to laugh because hey; he still got it! And now life would be good!
Laura opened her eyes wide, still too lightheaded to remove her incoherent smile of her face, or to get up and go to her room.
And to think, all it took was a conclusion to the summer, and a poor George getting battered from room to room, just trying to get some sleep…