Dreams and Desires

Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter characters blah blah blah. Special thanks to violetkitty again for her inspiration and listening to me as I constantly read to her and correct things in my story. If you are reading this story, plz plz plz review so I know! I feel as though I have a very limited audience right now, and that makes me sad. This is going to be a long, but totally sexy and adorable chapter. R&R!

Chapter 6

The Perfect Date

Grace could barely contain her excitement on the trip to Hogsmeade the next day. Hermione would have likely giggled and gone on about Grace's upcoming date had Draco not been with them. However, Hermione's subdued demeanor was merely a perk of bringing the Slytherin along. Grace was also determined to get the clueless pair together. They arrived at the Three Broomsticks as Grace and Draco concluded their verbal spat with sarcastic addresses of "Lady Wentworth" and "Lord Malfoy". Laughing heartily, the gang all crammed into a table and ordered butterbeers all around. The group consisted of Grace, Hermione, Harry, Draco, Ron, Luna, and Blaise. Grace maneuvered so that Draco and Hermione were squashed together between Blaise and Grace. She took quick notice of the shy glances between the two ex-enemies. Apparently, Blaise has seen it too, since he gave Grace a knowing conspiratorial raised eyebrow. Perhaps she wouldn't have to do much at all. With the help of Draco's best friend, their day at Hogsmeade would hopefully turn into a date for the unsuspecting Draco and Hermione.

And then she remembered, Wow, I have a date today…with my teacher. My first private time with Sirius. To be honest, she was a bit nervous. That morning, she had spent twenty minutes just picking out her outfit. She finally chose a short sweater-dress of deep violet with black swirling vines in the pattern and sleek, sophisticated black suede boots to accentuate her long legs.

Outside the window of the Three Broomsticks, Grace saw a familiar little owl hooting in high musical pitches. Rather melodic for a night bird, she thought. Well, Sirius had figured I would understand his signal. As inconspicuously as she could manage, Grace got up from the crowded table with her excuse.

"Hey guys, I'll see you later. I'm meeting up with one of my former Beauxbatons girls. I might be gone the rest of the day." They all bid her reluctant good-byes and then continued on with their debate of Quidditch referees. Hermione winked at her, and Grace left to find Fitz. He landed on her shoulder the moment she stepped out of the door. His big round eyes seemed to say "Follow me!" and he flew off in the direction of the Shrieking Shack.

Grace ran after him happily. He flew into the shack through a crack between the wooden boards. Without hesitation, she turned the knob and hurried inside. But just in the door, someone grabbed her by the arm and thrust something cold and hard into her hand…

Immediately her vision went dark and cloudy. Her body felt like it was swirling in the torrents of a small tornado. The sensation was truly frightening, yet exhilarating. When she felt gravity right itself and the invisible winds cease, she instantly whipped her wand in front of her defensively. Then she twirled around to face her captor.

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Sirius chuckled, enjoying her rather undignified expression of angered surprise. For a moment, he was afraid for life. I have a strong feeling she could hex me into oblivion right now.

"Sirius Black!" she yelled as she hit him forcefully on the chest. "Why on earth would you pull something like that? You scared me half out of my wits!" He hoped she wouldn't be mad at him the entire day, wouldn't that be just his luck.

"I'm sorry if I frightened you." he said, still laughing. "I was under the impression that a good date needs a little excitement and spontaneity." His smirk seemed to only deepen her disapproving scowl. Merlin, she's gorgeous when she's angry.

"Come, let me make it up to you." He set down the small hand mirror that he had used as the portkey.

"How did you get permission to use a portkey here anyways?" she asked, picking the mirror back up to inspect it.

"We will have plenty of time for questions later, Miss Wentworth." She turned to finding him right behind her, wrapping his strong arms around her waist. He sighed, inhaling the sweet scent of her hair. She fought back a satisfied sigh of her own, but the anger faded away in the closeness of his physical presence.

"Where are we, by the way?" She asked.

"So many questions…" Sirius groaned seductively in her ear while tracing enticing lines on her arms. Feeling herself give in, she crossed them.

"Very well, follow me." He took her hand and led her out of the dark room which turned out to be a small cave.

Grace gasped, her eyes wide and almost tearful at the beauty before her. They were in a mystical forest of fairytale proportions. The trees glowed all shades of emerald, olive, and aloe. The sunlight poured golden rays through the branches, creating a cascade of heavenly beams of light all across the ground. Flowers of all sizes, fragrances, and unbelievable colors grew on almost every plant in sight. Creatures appeared often above them, some of which Grace had never even heard of, let alone seen.

"This is the ancient Forest of Caracala. Muggles are unable to see it, locate it, or even stumble onto it. The residents and creatures here belong to a time and lifestyle much different than the rest of the wizarding community. I happened upon the Forest when I was on the run and trying to hide after my escape from Hogwarts in Harry's third year. I searched for the most exotic places, ones that were practically impossible to find, and I ended up here for quite some time. I think it is astonishingly beautiful, don't you?"

She nodded fervently, still speechless. Funny, I'm rarely ever without words to say, but I seem to be losing them an awful lot around this astounding man.

Grace sat with him on a large extravagant blanket in a small clearing beside the creek. It was surprisingly soft, over a thick bed of clovers to cushion them. Grace took in a deep breath, her eyes closed to focus all her senses on the splendid bouquet of aromas that filled the air. Another sigh and then it all hit her. Where she was, who she was with, and most importantly, the fact that she wasn't dreaming.

She broke out of her awed reverie at last and tackled Sirius with a squeal. They wrestled and tickled each other for a while, giggling the whole time. The tumbling ended with Sirius on top of her, her wrists held above her head with one of his hands. Suddenly, her thoughts took a whole new turn. He smiled mischievously in show of his physical dominance over her and probably guessing her thoughts. Not like she was going to fight it. She had daydreamed endlessly for weeks of what would happen when they were finally alone, but the feelings soaring through her body were vastly unexpected.

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After that short moment to take in the warmth of Grace's body pressed under his, Sirius began kissing her with all the passion he had withheld when they were at Hogwarts. Here, they did not have to be student and teacher. Here, they were equals and lovers (Well perhaps someday, though I doubt that). They were free and relaxed to be themselves in their own magical bit of paradise. He didn't worry about scaring her any longer either. The thought that this chance may be rare and short-lived lingered in the back of his mind, but he forced it away in order to thoroughly enjoy the moment.

He pulled back from her perfect sensual lips to gaze at the face of the woman he loved so much. Soon, his other masculine senses took over. Time to test those old seductive powers of mine. The hunger for her touch filled him as he kissed and nipped her neck. He lifted her slightly, holding her against him with power flowing through his arms. For a while, they continued to kiss and embrace the intimacy of such personal contact. He felt her hands run across his back and up to nestle themselves in his hair. Her reciprocation of his actions was like a firebolt in his veins. He sat her up, pulled her close and kissed from her mouth, along her cheek, and on her temple. He bit her ear lightly, hesitating each time for suspense. His teasing was rewarded by a satisfied sigh from her. Sirius grinned with absolute happiness, his desires were being fulfilled and far beyond any feelings that his dreams could ever produce. She moaned quietly, as he brought his lips back hers. He growled low in his throat as he thought, you've still got it old chap.

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They went on this way for some time until the lights faded, leaving the soft twinkle of stars and magical creatures around them. Once they each calmed down, she rested her head on his chest. She thought of how his kiss made her body rage for more, how every touch tingled, and how his voice caused shivers down her spine…

"Grace, I have something very special for you to see, or rather hear I suppose." She cocked her head, suspicious of his wild ideas, but followed nonetheless. Who was she kidding, she was under the enchantment of his eyes, she loved him and would follow him anywhere. Wait, did I just admit that I love him? Ohmygoodness… I love him. She abandoned the thought for the time being.

He guided her effortlessly a short way to a gentle waterfall.

"Sirius, what is it you wanted to show me, I don't see anyth—" He quieted her with a tender hand over her lips.

"Close your eyes until I tell you to open them. Now, listen carefully." After a few minutes he asked, "Do you hear anything?"

"Yes I hear…music! Faintly, but where is it coming from?"

"Keep listening harder." He told her. Closer and closer the glorious sound came until she felt as though she was in the heavens, surrounded by the majestic harmonies of the angels themselves.

"Open your eyes, Grace." He whispered softly in her ear. She opened them.

"Oh my…" she breathed.

Floating and twirling all around and above them were hundreds of faerie-like sprites. Smaller and daintier than any other sprites Grace had ever seen, they looked like tiny ballerinas with flowing skirts glittering like Christmas ornaments in the night. Their feet were lit and filled the air with their own little stars, surrounding the couple in constant movement of light. The sprites danced gracefully in midair while singing their delightful , heavenly song. Grace was positive that she had never witnessed a phenomenon so lovely or beautiful in all her life.

"These particular sprites are naturally extremely shy beings," Sirius whispered to her, "but they can't resist love and romance. They thrive on it, you see."

As if he had spoken some accidental cue, the sprites' serenade bloomed into a warm romantic tune. A few of the braver ones even gave Sirius a little nudge towards Grace. His face broke into a huge smile.

"May I have this dance, Lady Wentworth?" She rolled her eyes, but took his hand with a mocking curtsey. He wrapped one arm around her waist, pulling her close, while the other gingerly held her hand. She rested against him, inhaling his fascinating fragrance and reveling in the moment.

Being with Sirius was enough to make her happy, but add the mystical atmosphere, the sweet aroma of flowers, the twinkling sprites dancing around their own dance and singing the very heart of the romance she felt inside…it was the perfect date.

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A barely conscious Grace drowsily followed Sirius back through the cave. She had no idea quite how or when they got back to Hogwarts, but she didn't much care as long as she held on to Sirius's hand.

"Sirius," she muttered sleepily, "can I stay with you tonight? I just don't want this to end yet." He shared her sentiments, to an even deeper extent than she knew.

"As if I could refuse you, my dearest and loveliest Grace." She smiled up at him. Ah, so she isn't too tired to catch the Jane Austen reference, only too tired to walk properly. Fifteen minutes later, as they cuddled in comfortable silence in Sirius's bed, her mind sparked back to that previous thought. Sitting up, she turned to him with a furrowed brow.

"Wait, you referenced Jane Austen?" He laughed out loud at her delayed realization. "Sirius…on that note, your owl has quite an odd name…" She looked at him curiously.

"Oh, you mean Fitz? Well his full name is Fitzwilliam, of course." He smiled at her incredulous expression, her jaw dropped.

"As in Fitzwilliam Darcy?"

"The very same."

"I can't believe it! You read Jane Austen? Mr. Marauder-let's-go-get-into-trouble-just-to-stick-it-to-the-Slytherins has read Pride and Prejudice??" He loved when she rambled words.

"Yes dear, many times in fact." He said, pulling her back down beside him. "How do you think I learned how to speak to a woman properly? I sure as dragons didn't pick that up from James or Remus."

Grace quickly fell into contented slumber, but not before mumbling a barely comprehensible, "You are way too perfect, Sirius." He chuckled, at least she thinks so. Then he closed his eyes to the happiest sleep of the past decade of his life.

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Sirius awoke the next morning to the wonderful smell of…What is that smell?

"Good morning love, breakfast for the most romantic man of my acquaintance." Grace bounded in with a tray of peanut-butter toast on fresh cinnamon raison bread, bacon, fresh fruit, and spiced apple steaming tea.

"My, my, isn't this a surprise treat. Thank you." He gave her an affectionate kiss, and they both talked the morning away as they ate.

Grace tried to take the dishes to his kitchen area to clean up, but she only made it as far as the sitting room before he stopped her by embracing her from behind. After a little struggle, she gave in and turned around to kiss him. Just then Sirius froze, and a rich amused voice sounded clearly from the doorway.

"Well, that's one way to earn extra credit."

Author's Note: Hope you like the awesome cliffy! Who could the intruder be? Dun-dun-duuuh! Anywho, also just so you know, the weird boxy things between parts or POV's in the chapters are actually kewl symbols in Word that look like S and G, but they don't come out in Fanfiction format. Just fyi, in case anyone was confused.