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Grand Theft Knickers.
Part 3: The Aftermath of The Execution of The Plan.


Time passed by quickly, and before anyone could realize it, the end of the year had already come. Another term ended, but the last one to be enjoyed by the seventh years. For one, Sirius Black, it had been an odd one. He had befriended his rival, got into a row with his best friend, almost, and begrudgingly failed to kill his worst enemy and lost thirty percent of his hearing in both ears.

The aftermath of the night, Lucius and toned down the teasing he did to Sirius, even when they happened, they held no malevolence. But the truce did not extend to the rest of the Marauders.

- - - - -

"I can't believe its over," Lily sobbed into James' shoulder, "It seemed like just yesterday we were walking through the front gates as clueless first years."

"It was just yesterday when Sirius walked through the front gate no longer a first year, but still clueless." he sniggered, but one look from Lily silenced him.

"It's not funny, James."

"There, there, Lily, we could always come back to visit," he circled his arm around her.

"But it wouldn't be the same," She started sobbing harder and covered her eyes with her hands.

James sighed, feeling a strange sensation in the pit of his stomach. He closed his eyes and dwelled in his own thoughts. He too would miss Hogwarts … the adventures him and the Marauders would have every month during the full moon. Once the new years came, they would all already be working, busy with their own lives and family. Perhaps, there would be no more time to spend with each other anymore.

He was shaken out of his reverie by the sounds of snickering and opened his eyes to the grinning face of Sirius', just barely a few inches away from his.

"Having a fantasy, Prongs? An erotic one?" he smirked and jumped out of the way of an oncoming punch. "Tell me … did it involve Lily, a flying carpet and some cherry pudding?"

James' eyes became round, and his face started to turn a nasty shade of red. "Sod off, Padfoot."

"It did, didn't it? My, my, what a dirty mind we have?"

"What carpet and cherry pudding?" James turned abruptly to the voice of Lily's, seemingly shocked at her presence by his side. "James Potter! What fantasy?" she narrowed her eyes and leaned dangerously forwards to face him.

"N-Nothing …" he stuttered and started to inch his way backwards, but Lily did not give up.

"James Potter! You better tell me now, or else, I'll -" they were disrupted by a knock at the widow, and there they saw a magnificent black eagle-owl perched on the window sill.

Remus, who was busy sorting out his things on the common room table, walked over and opened it, letting the bird fly in. It flew directly towards Sirius and landed on his shoulder. The weight of the bird startled Sirius and he nearly toppled over, but managed to regain his footing.

The bird pecked at his ear, and motioned to the piece of parchment tied to its leg.

Sirius reached to the letter and untied it.

"Who's it from?" James asked, when he noticed a strange expression pass over Sirius' face.

"Oh, no one. Just me mum. The old hag says that if I don't return home before the end of this year, she'll disown me. Tch. Who cares, it's not like she hasn't obliterated me off the Family Tree already." He rumpled up the letter and stuffed it in his pocket.

The eagle owl, seemingly discontented by the act, bit his ear, hard.

"Oww! Get out of here, you stupid pigeon." He waved his hand, chasing it away. It gave one final screech before flying out the window and out of sight.

"We just need to see the family bird to imagine how your family really is like." Remus shook his head while smiling sadly.

"Your mum's a wench, you know that?" James looked at him with sympathy.

"Do I ever," he turned around slightly. "Hey, Peter, when did you get here?"

"H-Huh? I've been here all this time." He squeaked from where he sat in the far corner, keeping a watchful eye on both Sirius and James.

"Didn't see you," he looked thoughtful. "In any case, I have an appointment to keep. So, I'll see you guys later?"

"Sure."

"That reminds me…" Lily glared at James. "James Potter! You…"

Sirius didn't hear the end of that sentence because he had walked out of the common room, as the door shut behind him, hand went back into his pocket and pulled out the crumpled piece of parchment. She smoothed it as best he could and reread the short note again. The writing was elegant and written in dark green ink.

Meet me at the malodorous place.

L.M.

He snorted. 'Just like a Malfoy to demand someone to meet them,' He rolled his eyes, "And using such big words." He continued towards the place where he had first met Lucius.

- - - - -

'He's late,' Lucius paced the hallway in front of the bathroom. 'Again!'

"Hey." Sirius strutted carelessly towards Lucius.

"You're late, Black." Lucius narrowed his eyes at his ex-enemy.

"Excuse me, but you never mentioned a time in the note."

"Fine," Lucius huffed. He noticed the cut on Sirius' ear. "What happened to your ear? Cut yourself shaving?" he smirked. "Pretty off target I'd say. Maybe next time you should have Potter shave for you."

"That bloody bird of your bit me. And what would you know about shaving, Malfoy? It's not like you could grow pubic hair even if you wanted. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were a girl." Sirius retaliated.

This time, unlike others, their bickering lacked malice.

"What are you going to do after this?" Lucius asked suddenly.

"Throw a party of course."

"I mean after that." He looked sideways at Sirius.

"Oh… I don't know yet. Maybe something like an Auror or something along those lines. What about you?"

Lucius shrugged. "I don't know. Father wants me to dwell in the Dark Arts; I really couldn't be bothered really. But seriously-"

"Ha-ha. Give the bloke a crumpet for that brilliant pun." Sirius rolled his eyes.

"As I was saying," he glared at Sirius. "This has been an interesting year. Dare I say it… even enjoyable?"

"Dare I say this… I have to agree with you? The memories of Snape's ugly knickers will forever more haunt me in my nightmares." He snickered.

"But then, we'll have the memory of his terrified expression to put us right back to sleep," Lucius' face for once, broke into a grin that held neither malice nor resentment, instead, showed amusement.

"Hear, hear."

"However." he held a serious tone.

Sirius' expression also became serious.

After a moment of silence, Lucius' face broke into the first ever smile anyone had ever seen. "I had fun… Bl…" he stopped for a moment and added as a finality. "Sirius."

"I did too… Lucius." He held out his hand, and Lucius accepted it gracefully.

For a few moments they stood like that, until the both let go, and without another word, walked the opposite way.

Lucius suddenly stopped and called out to him. "Sirius!"

"Yeah?"

Lucius walked back to him. He reached into his robe and pulled out a little black container. "Here."

Sirius studied the small container. "Thanks… what is it?"

"What - What do you mean… 'What is it?'" he motioned to the thing in Sirius' hand. "This is 'it'."

Sirius raised an eyebrow. "It?" he face came to a realization. "Ooh… it …" he smiled at Lucius. "Thanks."

"No worries."

They nodded to each other and left. Not knowing what the future held for them, but as they would discover, it isn't anything like they would ever imagine.

- - - - -

"Sirius," James called from the common room. "Do you want us to miss the train?"

"Coming." Sirius shouted from the boy's dorm.

"I swear, that guy takes longer to get ready than any girl I've ever dated-Ouch!"

Lily slapped him playfully in the shoulder. Her face became somber again. "I'm going to miss Hogwarts."

"We've been through this before. Everything will be alright. We'll get through this." He smiled at her and she returned it. Lily was beginning to get comfortable in his company, but was startled out of it when he suddenly shouted. "SIRIUS!!"

"I'm coming!! Sheesh." He walked down the steps dragging his trunk behind him with one hand and in his other, trying to keep his Kneazel, Bastet, under control. She bit him on the finger and ran towards Remus, jumping into his arms, "Stupid cat." He sucked his finger.

"She's still mad at you, Sirius. Not like I could blame her." Remus stroked the Kneazel in his arms.

"Yeah… you petrified her and stuffed her into your bed. I'd be mad as well," Lily put her hands on her hips.

James cut in. "I would be too, but I wouldn't notice because I'd be too busy killing you for trying to rape my girlfriend."

"There'll be no more talk about killing, James Potter. Do I make myself clear?"

James could barely hide the smirk, "Yes, mother."

"James."

"What?" he faked innocence, "my mother calls me that in that exact same tone of voice whenever she's mad at me too."

Lily turned up he nose and looked away.

"By the way, Sirius, there's something about you today that seems… different. I'd even go as far as to say it makes you more…"

"Ruggedly handsome? Devilishly sexy?"

"I was going to say 'Slytherin-like', really."

Sirius seemed scandalized at Remus' accusation as James, Lily and Peter both turned their attention to the two boys.

"He's right, Sirius," Lily nodded, "I think it's the hair."

"You bugger you; how'd you get it so silky and straight like that?" James jumped to his feet and began circling his friend like a vulture.

"But washing it and combing it with much passion and care."

"I'm serious, Padfoot."

"Very funny, James," Sirius made a face and turned to pick up his trunk, "shall we take our leave now, ladies. Wouldn't want to be late for the train, do we?"

"You still haven't answered my question."

"Yes, I have."

"If you regard that bunch of codswallop an answer."

Sirius ignored James and continued out of the dorm room. Following his lead, the others picked up the things they were going to carry, the rest were left to be taken bythe house elves, and walked out. James continued on his tirade, without so much as an acknowledgement for Sirius.

- - - - -

Lucius was busying himself with packing and attempting to keep his mind off of the topic of his father that he didn't notice a pair of glinting dark eyes peeping in at him though the crack in the door. He minded his own business, cast his wand over his clothes sending them flying into the trunk before settling down immaculate and neatly. But once his eyes caught onto something out of the corner of his eyes, he left the comfort of the bed and picked it up, bringing it closer to his eyes for inspection.

"My precious," he muttered, rubbing the material of his beloved knickers again his cheek in content.

At the door, the pair of eyes widened, longing eyes running over the lovely sight. It was not Lucius he wanted, but payback. And payback meant the knickers. He had some plotting to do and thus left his place to go and draw out his blueprint.

- - - - -

The final breakfast passed on without a glitch, and before they realized, all the students found themselves aboard the train headed back to their homes. Some cried tears of sadness at the thought of never returning to Hogwarts. Some cried tears of joy at never being forced to sit through potions anymore. The others merely minded their own business and wondered whether lunch would have been prepared by the time they got home.

But for one Lucius Malfoy, his nightmares were just starting to surface as at the other end of the train, Snape secretly wallowed in his own satisfaction.

He'd got them; Lucius Malfoy's pride and joy. They were now in his possession.

Ooh, the smell of revenge was indeed a fragrance that you'd not soon forget.


The End


Okay. I was tired of leaving this one unfinished. Yes, the end was rushed, stupid and kinda moronic. I just wanted to get it finished (and it is FINALLY!) Hope you all enjoyed anyways. Thank you for reading.