Pools in Eyes
Scrubbing the desks hadn't been as an easy task as Suzie had thought it would have been. Her hands ached and her hair smelled like Filch's cleaning closet. She was tired and restless all at once. And, besides all of this, she couldn't even read: no book could change the fact that Sirius had gone to the Ball without her and with another girl no less!
She envied Olivia Turner. Instead of Sirius' arms being around Olivia, they would be around her.
When Sirius came into the Common Room, Suzie was sitting on the couch, her toes moving to invisible music and reading another book. She was wearing her cherry red glasses, her hair was tied back in a sloppy ponytail, and she wore jeans and a dark blue hoodie over a tight white tank top.
"How was the dance?" she asked, setting down the novel and looking at him.
Sirius' heart skipped a beat and his stomach lurched forward, forgetting the rest of him. She slipped her long legs from underneath her.
"I left." He replied, sitting next to her on the overstuffed sofa.
"Why?" she asked. Sirius put his hand on her leg lovingly. She didn't flinch.
"It was nothing without you." He leaned in close, their lips pushing together. Suzie pulled the elastic from her hair gracefully, letting it tumbled to her exposed shoulders.
What started off as a kiss turned into a full-fledged make-out session. What began as a kiss transformed into a make-out session morphed into going all the way in the 7th year Gryffindor boys' dormitory.
Sirius felt himself jerk awake. He looked to either side of him. No Suzie. Had she left him again? His heart leapt.
"Sex and chocolate, the story of my bloody damn life." A female voice said from the bathroom. Was it Suzie's? Indeed it was, she was in his shirt. "You like?" she joked, displaying a milky-white leg.
"I do." She set aside the chocolate bar she held in her hand and plopped down next to Sirius.
"I'm happy." She stated.
Sirius looked at her. "I'm glad."
"Come on, Black. Ask me why I'm so giddy!"
"Alright then. Suzie Donnelly, why are you so giddy?"
"Because I'm with you. Finally." Suzie sighed, kissing his cheek.
"What about the others?" he asked, suddenly worried.
"All collapsed in the Common Room. I can't wait to hear Lily scream when she finds out that she slept an inch apart from James." She giggled.
Sirius sought after a solemn expression. "What about you?"
"What about me?"
"Are you okay with everything?"
Suzie looked away, towards the window. "I dunno. I mean I like the whole part about you, and me but what about the others? You're not like Simon to my family, they know you first hand, not from the tabloids. I'm actually friends with the Marauders. If something goes wrong…"
"Hey," his voice was soft, like in the movies. "Look at me." She did. "Nothing's going to go wrong."
"I'd better leave now." she looked over her shoulder at him. "By the way. I know. Nothing's going to go wrong on my watch." Instead of a: "Shit!", Suzie left him with a medium-length, top-notch on the passion scale kiss.
Suzie brushed her teeth vigorously. She could still smell the apple cider-ish smell of Sirius' cologne wrapped around her. She changed from Sirius' shirt into dark-wash boot-cut jeans that were the only pair that fit her legs but not so much on the waist, a black short-sleeved shirt with a metallic silver star pattern under a black fitted jacket, and her favorite pair of heels: black with back screens of yellow, green, pink, and turquoise star outlines, a rounded toe, and 1 ½ inch heals.
She felt good to be back to being herself. Was it because she had a boyfriend? That she was in love? Or that she had finally admitted what she couldn't say? It's all of them, she decided upon while tying up her hair in a quick fold-over bun.
It was Saturday and the weather was brisk. Her fellow Gryffindors were drowsily awakening. "Why didn't you wake me up?" Lily asked, stretching.
Suzie shrugged. "I was busy."
Sirius clattered down the stairs behind Suzie. Should he kiss her? He wanted to, but how would everyone react. Nervously, he examined himself: untied shoes, mismatching socks, messy hair, half tucked in shirt, no tie, dirty pants, and he was pretty sure his boxers were showing.
They made a rushed escape. Sirius reached out for Suzie's hand, but she ignored him. She sped up quicker and waited for him outside the portrait hole.
He kissed her. At first, she welcomed it, but then she pulled back.
"Oi! Mate!"
"Told you Padfoot was nailing Donnelly!"
"Maria, don't they make such a perfect couple?"
"Why can't you be all romantic like Sirius, Joey!"
"Shit." They mumbled at the same time. Sirius had left the portrait hole open. Suzie laughed freely. "Okay, you've caught us red-handed."
"Why didn't you just tell us, mate?" James asked, rushing Sirius away. Suzie had to jog to keep up with them.
"Why don't you tell us why you and Evans left the Ball early?" countered Sirius.
"Good point." James said, letting his questions go.