Disclaimer: the same as in the first ten chapters...
Author's note: Thanks again for the reviews. Please keep them coming!
cjblack: Good question! I was wondering when someone brought that up. It was bothering me a lot when I first started thinking about this story, only I wondered why Snape didn't know about Peter, if he spied for the Order, which I think he did, by the way. Don't want to tell too much about it, because it is part of the plot, of course. Anyway, I remember Siriusyelling at Peter in the Shrieking Shack that he had been passing information to Voldemort for a year before James and Lily died. Niamh was betrayed quite some time before James and Lily's death, so Peter had just been recruited at that time.
I always had the feeling that the Death Eaters have some sort of hierarchy. I mean, look at the way Lucius Malfoy orders the others around in the MoM. Surely the high-ranking Death Eaters didn't keep themselves occupied with all those eager little wizards that wanted to join the Death Eaters... And Voldemort would not have trusted Peter easily. So Peter would have to come up with something huge to be accepted in the Death Eater ranks...
hpotterandfriendsruletheworld: I'm glad you liked it. I thought they needed a bit of a compromising situation lol! Detention coming up, but something's biting up Sirius' arse, though.
DollFace080: Thanks! Here's another chapter. Hope you like it.There will be a slight change in whatever those two have in this chapter.
Warning: There's a bit of an edgy sexual situation in this chapter, so read at your own risk! You've been warned.
Caught!
That evening at seven I was rounding the corner to McGonagall's office when I heard people talking. I stopped when I heard Potter's raised voice.
"Merlin's beard, Padfoot, she hexed Peter unconscious! Stop thinking with your dick and face the facts. She's just another Slytherin hag who happens to be a good shag and you know it!"
"Like you wouldn't have retaliated if someone sent you sprawling like that. And maybe you didn't notice, but she didn't get our her wand until after Wormtail had jinxed her," Sirius shouted.
"He's right, Prongs. Maybe she was trying to cool everybody down." That was Remus's quiet voice.
James snorted. "She did a good job."
"Oh come on, Prongs, you're the one who insulted her."
What the hell? Why is he standing up for me?
I cleared my throat and said sarcastically, "I'm sorry for interrupting your little get-together. You sounded like you were having so much fun."
I turned to Potter. "And just so you know, James…" he looked a little taken aback when I used his first name, I noticed with satisfaction, "Remus is right. I was trying to cool you down, but I don't take people hexing and insulting me very well. I'm sure you understand."
Sirius smirked at me.
"Stop smirking at me, arrogant arse, of I might hex you as well."
"Where's Snivellus and the rest of his gang?" he riposted.
"Over there." I nodded my head at the Slytherins, who had just walked into the corridor. "And stop calling him Snivellus."
"Why? He is a little snivelling -- hello Severus, finally decided to join us?"
I glared at Sirius. Severus flipped him the finger, but before things could get out of hand any further McGonagall arrived and ushered us into her office.
"Very well. Mr. Potter and Mr. Snape will be cleaning all the toilets on the first floor, without magic. Mr. Lupin and Mr. Crast will do the same with the toilets on the second floor. Mr. Malfoy will help Madame Pince replacing books in the library and Mr. Black and Miss Carden will be cleaning the storage rooms in the dungeons."
I looked at her in horror. The storage rooms. No one had been there in centuries. Literally. It was a total mess. Sirius had the same horrified look on his face and he sputtered, "Cleaning!"
"Yes, Mr. Black, cleaning. Hopefully it will benefit your character."
"Doubtful," I snorted.
"What was that, Miss Carden? Three extra nights of detention for you."
Sirius grinned at me.
"And for you, Mr. Black."
He scowled.
When we were walking to the dungeons, I said innocently, "I don't know what you're sulking about. Detention is nothing new to you."
He glared at me. "I'm not sulking, I'm merely thinking on ways to get in your pants as soon as possible."
His answer got me by surprise and I giggled. "Really? I'd like to see you try."
He grinned mischievously. "If only there were any alcoves in this corridor, but alas..."
Slightly disappointed I walked to the storage rooms.
The caretaker, Mr. Filch, was waiting for us and gave us instructions. He opened the door and ushered us inside.
It was a nightmare. There were gigantic cobwebs hanging from the ceiling and the countless shelves, which were cramped with bottles, jars, boxes and Merlin knew what else. Dust was everywhere, making me cough.
Filch laughed evilly and left us there.
"Just a quick question..." Sirius glanced at me. "Have you ever cleaned?"
"Nope…"
"Thought so. I'm not highly experienced either."
"So, now what?"
"Well, since neither of us has a wand, I guess we just have to start somewhere and see where we end up." He looked miserably at the cleaning equipment in his hands.
"Right, so let's start with those shelves over there. They don't look so bad."
"That's merely a matter of opinion," he replied darkly.
We started emptying the shelves, which were so cramped it took us almost half an hour.
"Okay, so you clean the shelves, you're much taller than me, and I'll start on these," I said, pointing at the contents of the shelves.
After working in silence for a while, Sirius asked, "So why did you do it?"
"Do what?" I asked absent-mindedly, rubbing a particularly nasty stain of one of the bottles.
He chuckled and I looked up. "What?"
"You look charming."
I was sitting crossed-legged on the floor, bottles and jars scattered around me, my skirt and blouse covered in dirt and dust, not to mention my face, and my hair was tangled and falling to my face. There was not a charming detail to be found around me.
I snorted. "Some taste you have. I look like a house elf. So do you, by the way."
He examined his own appearance and started to laugh. "You're right, but it suits you, though."
I raised an ironical eyebrow. "Thanks."
"You're most welcome, Miss."
I rolled my eyes with a smile.
After another period of silence he said, "You still haven't answered my question."
"What question?"
"Why did you do it? Try to stop us from duelling, I mean."
I shrugged and thought about it for a moment. I didn't really know.
"I'm not sure," I admitted. "I'm just getting tired of it all. And I guess I was protecting you. I like your body the way it is. In one piece." I gave him a naughty smile.
Sirius opened his mouth, clearly insulted. "You think I couldn't have handles those brainless, moronic Slytherin bastards? No offence."
"None taken", I chuckled. "You're really funny when you get all worked up, you know." He was actually quite intimidating when he got angry, but teasing him was definitely funny.
He narrowed his eyes and threw his filthy cleaning cloth at me. I ducked and threw my own back at him. It hit him right in the face.
I laughed and taunted, "And you're supposed to be a Beater? Great aiming skills, Mr. Black."
He growled and lunged at me. I shrieked and scrambled to my feet, running away between the countless racks and shelves. He grabbed me by the hem of my skirt and pulled me back. I fell backwards and he pulled me to his body, holding me tightly.
"Apologize, Carden".
"For what? Calling you a lousy Beater? I can't apologize for telling the truth." The feel of his body behind me was really nice. I wriggled against him.
Merlin's nose, is that all you can think about?
He tightened his grip and I could feel every angle and muscle of his body.
Yes, it is.
"Last chance, Carden."
"Or what?"
"Or I might do something you'll regret."
"Should I be afraid?"
"You should." He nipped at my neck. His hot breath made me shiver and I leaned back. One hand moved to the buttons on my blouse and started to undo them. His other arm still held me pressed against him.
"Don't, Sirius," I breathed. "What if Filch..."
"He'll see something he's never seen before. He'll be grateful."
I snorted with laughter, but protested again.
His fingers started to caress my breast and my breath hitched. He let out a soft laugh, which sent shivers down my spine. My body was entirely his and he knew it. I was caught, complete and utterly caught. The realisation hit me with a shock.
"Got ya," he whispered triumphantly in my ear. I didn't want to be and tried to get away. He just tightened his grip and with a dark voice he said, "You're not getting away from me. You're mine." He kissed my shoulder and left a bite mark that twinged. I moaned in fear and excitement.
The atmosphere had changed suddenly and rapidly, darker and more serious.
"What are you going to do?" The tremble in my voice was very obvious.
"Do I detect some fear there, Niamh?" His voice was low and rough. His right hand left my breast and snaked down under my skirt. I gasped for breath when he continued his caresses there.
"Absolutely not."
"You won't admit it, but you want me. I've had enough of it. Now say it."
"I won't," I hissed. That arrogant, over-confident bastard. Just because we sleep together, doesn't mean I like him!
I flung my head backward, hitting his shoulder pretty hard. He didn't even flinch and maintained his delightful torture.
"You know I've got a hold on you and you'll be begging for it."
"I'll never do that," I defied.
"We'll see." He manoeuvred me in front of one the racks and realizing what he was going to do I protested, "No! You can't do that. Not now, not here! I don't want -- " My breath caught. He pressed his hand in my back and reached my womb with his first thrust.
I screamed and he muffled my cries with his hand. He stopped moving and I felt like screaming again, only in anger this time.
Don't stop. Gods, please don't stop. He felt me moving my hips to invite him and he smirked. "Want to ask for more?"
"No!" I hissed. The way he had positioned me already left me at his mercy and I would rather die than beg him.
"You will." He started to torture me with slow, but intense movements. My moans got louder with each thrust and I had to bite my lip not to beg. His right hand continued its work and soon I was reaching my climax.
He felt my muscles tighten and immediately stopped his movements. The tension in my body ebbed away and I screamed in frustration.
"Something you wanna say?" His voice was strained and I felt satisfaction knowing this was torturing him too.
Just say it, just say it, every cell in my body demanded nevertheless.
"No," I groaned.
He grabbed my shoulder with one hand and pulled me up to him. Kissing and biting my neck he hissed, "Stubborn girl. Just give in, you know you want to."
"I don't."
Holding me up, he started to move again and brought me to the edge of my sanity again, before he stopped.
"No!" the beg had left my mouth before I had realized it.
"What?"
I can't take anymore of this.
"Don't stop," I panted. "Not now. Please, I can't take it anymore."
I heard him groan in relief and immediately he resumed his rhythm, our movements becoming wilder and wilder, until I let out a loud cry. I felt him spill himself in me and we both fell to the ground.
Slytherin Common Room
"Merlin's balls! What have you done to her?"
Sirius raised an eyebrow at the girl that was goggling at him and Niamh. She was looking rather familiar.
"He didn't do anything, Deirdre, I'm just not feeling well."
Sirius smirked to himself. Niamh's voice still sounded shaky. He'd got to her pretty bad. They had been sleeping together for six weeks now and her constant denial had become more and more of an irritation. He knew she wanted him. Why couldn't she just admit it? He didn't know why it bothered him so much, but when she had initiated another one of her I-don't-like-you scenes he'd had enough.
They were never soft and gentle, but this time it was even rougher than usual. Afterwards, Niamh was so distracted that she had dropped six bottles before he decided to take her to her common room. She had to hold on to his arm to walk steadily and now grabbed her sister's arm. "See you tomorrow night," she mumbled without looking at him and entered the common room.
Sirius felt a pang of guilt. Had he been too hard on her? Too rough? He decided to apologize to her tomorrow. Still in deep thought he walked back to the storage rooms and continued cleaning until midnight. Filch asked him where Niamh was and he answered she was feeling sick.
Back in the Gryffindor common room he found an aggravated Prongs. "I'm telling you, Padfoot, one more night with Snape and I'll kill him! I will strangle him with his own greasy hair and stick his wand up his nose! Or somewhere else, I don't care!"
"You've had a pleasant evening then, I assume," Sirius grinned. "Just be grateful you didn't have to clean the second floor toilets. It's rather chilling to have Moaning Myrtle giving you lustful looks from one of the toilets". He shuddered.
James stopped his pacing and screwed up his face to picture that scene in his head. "That's sick, Padfoot."
"I know!"
The portrait swayed open and Remus sauntered in. "Hello, my friends. Had a wonderful time, and you?"
James and Sirius gave their friend an identical scowl.
"I'll take that as a no."
"How come you had a good time? Marcus Crast is the equivalent of a gorilla. You couldn't be enjoying yourself with him, could you?" James asked rather angrily.
"Actually, Marcus and I ran into Lily. Or rather, Lily ran into us. She felt sorry for me and cleaned the toilets with a flick of her wand. I have been enjoying my spare time since half past seven," Remus explained contently.
"Why didn't you tell her I was on the first floor? She could have saved me from Snape!" James shouted.
"I did tell her, but when I told her you had detention with Snape, she said it would do you good."
James gritted his teeth. "That's supposed to be my girlfriend. And we're Heads. We're supposed to stick together. I'll get her for this. Everybody having a good time at detention, except me."
"Who says I was having a good time?" Sirius said indignantly.
"You were with Carden. All you probably did was getting laid."
Sirius shrugged. He still felt guilty, although it was one hell of a shag.
"What's wrong, Padfoot?" Remus asked.
"She got sick," he divulged grudgingly.
James stared at him in amazement. Then his mouth started to twitch and he sniggered. "I believe this is the first time in your life a girl has got sick of you before you get sick of her."
Sirius opened his mouth to comment, but then closed it again. James was right. It had been almost seven weeks and he still couldn't get enough of her. That had never happened before. Disturbing.
He frowned.
Remus's voice pulled him out of his thoughts. "Crast was asking a lot of questions about you. Seems he's still not convinced that nothing is going on between you and Niamh."
"Let him. I can't be bothered by that git," Sirius said haughtily. "I'm going to bed. Pete conscious already?"
"No," Remus sighed.
Sirius whistled. "She sure knows how to hex a guy."
"Yes, she does," Remus said, with a warning look at Sirius.
For some reason, Sirius thought his friend wasn't talking about Peter…
