Disclaimer: As usual I don't own Harry Potter...

Rated M for scenes of a sexual nature.


A Late Visitor

I dropped myself backwards onto my bed. It was a large four-poster bed with silk curtains hanging from the rods. I groaned loudly and dramatically. It was three o'clock in the morning and I had just returned from a Christmas ball at the Malfoys'.

It was really awkward to see Lucius again, who obviously still held a grudge against me. His cousin Devon had been quite considerate, helping me out of a few sticky situations when people started to question me about my break-up with Lucius, who was throwing glowering looks at me the whole night. This year was definitely not in my top three of best Christmases ever.

Tonight had been nothing, however, compared to Christmas Eve, which I had spent at the Blacks'. I had felt so uncomfortable there, talking to his parents and his brother. Narcissa had been there, of course, and my cousins Rodolphus and Rabastan. Rodolphus was married to Narcissa's eldest sister, Bellatrix. I loathed her. Her pureblood mania was beyond proportions, and in my circles that is saying something.

Andromeda and her family weren't there, neither was Sirius of course. Narcissa whispered in my ear that an uncle of hers had died a while ago and left his entire heritage to Sirius. Mrs. Black was still livid. Sirius, who had been living with the Potters, was able to support himself now and had got himself a place to live last summer.

Dinner was rather boring and my mind kept drifting off in all sorts of inappropriate directions. It was quite unsettling to be thinking some very dirty thoughts about Sirius and then being asked by his mother why I was so absent-minded.

"I was thinking about a complicated Potions essay I have to write," I said apologetically, which set off a conversation between Mrs. Black and Mrs. Rosier about the importance of education.

Pfeww! Close call. Stop thinking about things you want to do with Black. Chiding myself for those wicked - but persistent - thoughts triggered a vivid fantasy and I felt the blood rushing to my face. Quickly I grabbed my goblet and downed the heavy, red wine.

Right, so that doesn't work, I thought, still seeing a naked Black on my bed with a smirk on his face.

Merlin's beard, even in my fantasies the idiot is smirking at me.

"Dick?" a voice next to me said. I sprayed the wine back into my cup. Narcissa's father, Cepheus, who was sitting opposite me, stared at me, his mouth open and his fork about halfway in between his mouth and his dish.

"Sorry," I mumbled, "drank too fast."

"You mean Richard?" the voice next to me continued. "Richard Flint? Oh yes, he's a fine Beater on the team."

I glared at Deirdre, who had made the comment, and decided to spend the rest of the night thinking of very sad and non-arousing things.

I pushed the memories away and got up from my bed and started to undress. A sudden tapping on my window startled me and I turned around. It was an owl. I opened the window and the bird hopped inside. I took the letter from him and immediately he flew away.

I opened the letter.

Niamh,

Be ready at ten tomorrow. Wear Muggle clothes.

S.

"What the hell?" I said. "Who does he think he is, ordering me around like that?"

The entire night and following day I was thinking about ways to get back at him for that impossibly bad-mannered note. I wondered how he planned to meet me and suddenly a smirk crept over my face. He had to be coming to my room. There was no way he could walk up to the front door and ring the doorbell.

I would just stay downstairs the whole night and he would be outside, unable to come in. I grinned at the thought of him getting angrier by the minute, while I was nowhere to be seen.

That night at half past nine I went up to my room to get a book and I checked whether the window was locked. I didn't put anything past Black. When I had reached the window a tall and dark figure appeared right outside. I screamed and jumped backwards. The figure pointed his wand at the window and it opened. Sirius Black stepped of his broom and climbed inside.

"Are you mad?" I hissed, quickly closing my bedroom door. "What are you doing here? What if someone heard? Do you know what my family will do to you if they found you here? In our house? IN MY BEDROOM!"

"I really don't give a shit about your family. I came to see you. You got my note, didn't you? I figured you might try something, so I decided to show up early." Sirius looked around. "I do like the fact that I am in your bedroom, though."

"What do you want, Black?"

Damn it, wrong question, I thought when his trademark smirk appeared on his face.

"You know very well what I want, Niamh." His piercing gaze locked mine and I swallowed.

Seeing him stand there, tall and dark, dressed in a black cloak and with windswept hair, practically oozing with sensuality, made my heart pump faster and my mouth dry.

Think sad thoughts, think sad thoughts, him in my bedroom, barely three feet from my bed. Not that we'd need a bed -- no! SAD thoughts, sad thoughts! I gave myself a mental kick.

I cleared my throat and said regally, "You can't possibly expect me to comply to such a horrid note."

"Maybe not," he said in a low voice, "but you will comply after this." He walked towards me and feeling instinctively what he was about to do, I backed away. He simply took another step forwards.

Wait a minute! You are a Carden. You don't back away from annoying little prats like him. You just dismiss them like the nothingness they are.

But every ounce of self-preservation that I had – which is a lot by the way, I am a Slytherin after all – told me to run away. Black was dangerous. However, I decided not to cower and put on a cold and unconcerned face.

He was standing inches away. I could feel his heat. "You can look as indifferent as you want, but you're not fooling me. I can see right through that mask of yours."

I narrowed my eyes. "You arrogant prick. You don't know anything about me. Now get out of here, before I call for help."

He pointed his wand over my shoulder and cast a locking spell. Immediately the door locked itself. With his eyes on my mouth he also threw in a Silencing Charm.

Bastard!

"So you feel you can't handle me alone?" He seemed utterly content with that and it drove me up the wall; mainly because he was right…

Like I will ever admit that!

I raised an eyebrow. "I can get rid of you myself easily. I just don't want to break a nail. A litle blood traitor like you? You're not worth it." With a nonchalant look I examined my fingernails, all perfectly manicured.

I could sense his temper rising and I looked him in the eye, tauntingly. "What, Black? Can't handle the truth?" I smirked.

I noticed his eyes were getting dark again. Hmm, they seem to do that when he is angry… or aroused. I cleared my throat again. Stop thinking like that!

"A blood traitor, eh?" he hissed. "That didn't seem to stop you last time."

I chose to ignore that. "Now, if you would be so kind to remove those spells and leave, that would be nice. This is getting rather boring, you know." I yawned and tapped my foot impatiently.

"I don't want to leave."

"Black, you sound like a whining little boy. Just find some other girl to harass, one who doesn't mind your presence, and by the end of the week you won't even remember I exist. And we'll all be happy."

"What?" he seethed. "Don't you dismiss me like that, you arrogant little hag! I've wanted you for a long time and I know you want me too."

"What do you mean 'you've wanted me for a long time'? Come on, Black, you and I both know that's not true."

"Like you haven't seen me watching you. And all I got from you were haughty looks."

Whoa, hold on, those were just look-at-me-being-fabulous-Mr-Black-with-all-my-girls looks!

Were they?

I interrupted myself. That's not the point here! Focus, woman. You don't want to get involved with him.

I folded my arms across my chest and said sarcastically, "You know, most people would take that as a rejection."

"Well, firstly, I am not most people. Secondly, like I've already told you, I don't give up. Thirdly, I've always liked a challenge and finally, I know you want me."

"Why, aren't we sure of ourselves," I sneered.

He raised an eyebrow and drawled, "I seem to recall a certain incident in the corridors which gave me the distinct impression that you are not so indifferent to me as you pretend to be now." The self-assured smirk on his face was becoming unbearable to watch.

"Well, people make mistakes."

"I like mistakes. Let's make them again." He leaned into me.

"I don't think so."

"I do."

"I don't care what you think."

"Yes, you do.

"No, I don't."

"Just shut up, witch."

"Don't you tell me what to do!"

"Sod it, you don't know what's good for you."

That was so unfair I opened my mouth in indignation and he seized the opportunity by covering my mouth with his. He slid a hand around the back of my neck to keep me close to him and kissed me intensely.

His taste, his scent, his heat were intoxicating and I grabbed the front of his cloak to hold myself steady, while kissing him back. He put an arm around my waist and pulled me so close there wasn't any space left between us. Slowly his hands descended down my body. When they reached my backside they grabbed it firmly and shockingly hard he pressed himself against me.

I gasped for breath and he let go of my mouth. "Just to remind you that I am not a little boy."

"Duly noted," I managed to extract from my throat.

He smirked deliciously evil. "Now, are you coming with me or do I need to convince you some more?"

"Just because we've kissed once…" My voice faltered when he raised an eyebrow at me, "…okay, twice, doesn't mean I want to go out on a date with you!"

"Fine! I see I have no choice than to stay here then."

"Fine!"

"Fine!" He looked really angry, and really irresistible. I grabbed his cloak and pulled him to me. When I tried to kiss him, he lifted his head, so I couldn't reach him. "That's not fair," I hissed.

He grinned. "I never said I would be."

I let out a frustrated groan and pushed him away. "You're impossible, Black."

"Impossibly gorgeous, yeah."

I snorted. "Don't think too highly of yourself."

"I see you don't have the problem of thinking too highly of me."

"Indeed, I think rather lowly of you." Or maybe I'm thinking of your lower regions. I blinked. Merlin, I really have to stop talking to myself.

"That hurts me, Carden."

"I don't care." While we were arguing he moved closer again and now I had to look up several inches to meet his eyes.

"Stop talking. You're pissing me off."

"Like I said: I don't care."

"Shut up."

"No."

"I am warning you."

"I am not afraid of you."

"You should be."

"Ooooh, I'm shaking with fear. Can't you see me tremble?"

"I will make you tremble," he threatened and kissed me.

This time there was no stopping it. While our kiss grew deeper and deeper I stripped him of his cloak and started working on the buttons of his shirt. He got rid of mine in an instant and started kissing my neck, working his way down until he reached my bra. Skilfully his hands moved to my back and after he had unhooked it he threw it aside. His mouth covered my breast and I let out a moan. Smirking he looked up to my face.

I repaid him by pressing my body against his and letting my hands run under his shirt. My nails left a trail across his back and he shivered when goose bumps appeared on his body. I smirked back at him.

He kissed me again and pushed me towards the bed. I fell backwards onto it. Sirius remained on his feet and looked down at me. I smiled languidly and his eyes became unbelievably dark. He pulled off his shirt over his head and leaned forward. His lips caressed my stomach while his hands were tugging at my skirt. In seconds it was flung across the room as well as my panties. His jeans had disappeared as well and now he was standing there in full glory.

Suddenly the fantasy of Black naked on my bed popped into my head again and a wicked grin spread across my face.

"What?" the man in question asked.

"Nothing. Just thinking about how much fun I'm going to have with you," I said while looking at the lower parts of his body.

He laughed and dropped himself on the bed beside me. Before I could do anything he rolled on top of me and said huskily, "Not before I've had my fun with you."

It was great. Every movement of his body seemed to increase the tension in my own. All I wanted was to wrap myself as close as I could around him. Our rhythm grew faster and wilder in our attempt to pull each other even closer until every part of my body exploded in pleasure. Sirius collapsed on my chest, panting heavily.

The tingling sensation lingered in my body and I felt my eyelids getting heavy.

"Sirius?"

"Hmm…?"

"I'm falling asleep now."

"Me too."

Later I woke up to a little, cool breeze. I had been dreaming about it and I frowned now that it was still there while I was awake. That breeze was really, really enjoyable and I arched my back slightly. Then I noticed that the window was shut.

Shaking off any remaining sleepiness I looked down to see Sirius's jet black hair a long way down my body and its owner doing some very provoking things to me.

He lifted his head with a mischievous grin. "Finally awake. I was beginning to run out of options here."

I made a face at him.

Still grinning he said, "You'll pay for that one," and lowered his head again. I fell back into the cushions of my bed, suddenly grateful for the Silencing Charm on my room.

It was too much. I moaned and tried to wriggle my way out of his grip, but he was merciless and just went on and on, driving me crazy. Just when I thought I was going out of my mind I let out a scream and I was drowned in waves of ecstasy.

Sirius's voice seemed a mile away. "A man sure has to work hard to put some humbleness into you."

"Shut up, Black," I panted. "I am trying to distinguish left and right from top and bottom, but it's proving to be very difficult right now."

"I'll take that as a compliment."

"Yes, you do that -- oh! No, Sirius, no. I can't take anymore."

"I think you can." He let his hands continue to stroke my over-sensitive skin. His head bent over my breasts and made a hot trail over my chest and neck.

I shivered and tilted my head to one side to allow him more access.

"I told you I would make you tremble."

"I didn't tremble, I just shivered."

"Really?" he mumbled to my skin.

"Yes."

"Then I suppose I'll have to try harder."

"What do you mean?"

"I'll show you." He moved his body, so that he was pressing me down in the mattress and while locking my eyes with his he worked a knee between my thighs.

I gasped. "Please." I was still so sensitive there I didn't think I could bear it. He pushed my legs wider and I tried to push him away. He grabbed my wrists and pinned them down on the mattress. His whole body weight was holding me down and I panted heavily in anger… and anticipation.

He watched my reaction for a while and smirked when I moved my hips closer to his. With a smug look he made a sudden movement that left me gasping for breath. There was no rest for me, because he continued his movements that became longer and deeper. The pleasure he invoked was bordering on pain, but my hips welcomed him in delight every time. He still had my wrists pinned down and kept my eyes locked in his.

After what seemed an eternity he let himself go, having ensured first that his pleasurable attack on my body had left me trembling severely.

Arms and legs still entangled with his, I closed my eyes. I drifted away in some very pleasant dreams, until a loud knocking on my door woke me.