Chapter Eleven

'HER REACTION'

They broke apart slowly, and Emily breathed, "Wow," Sirius looked at her, his eyebrows raised, "Bloody hell Sirius," Sirius looked worried, and Emily reassured him with a mischievous grin, "That was fucking incredible," Sirius bellowed with incredulous laughter, which caused Emily to chuckle slightly along with him.

"If you were a Dementor Emmy, I'd become a criminal just to get your kiss," Sirius smirked at her, winking. Emily laughed, "There's a slight flaw in your 'compliment' there Sirius,"

"There is?" Sirius asked, looked amusingly baffled, "Yes. Firstly, you've already stolen my kiss and secondly, you're already a criminal," She teased lightly, ruffling his hair, "A falsely accused criminal," Sirius corrected her, "I don't care," Emily shrugged her shoulders, looking deep into his eyes, "You're my criminal,"

*

"I am?" Sirius questioned her, "Since when?" He demanded of her childishly, "Since now," Emily answered. "Oh-ho, since I 'stole' your kiss you mean?"

"Exactly,"

"Can I ask you a question Emmy?"

"Fire away,"

"Do you love me?"

Emily paused for a moment, thinking deeply. Sirius held his breath, his eyes locked on hers, her emerald green eyes twinkling with heavenly beauty, "Yes," She answered finally, her voice barely audible. Sirius grabbed her chin lightly, and pulled her face up to his, "Perfect," He murmured and he kissed her softly on the lips.

*

"Where the hell is that blasted thing?" Sirius moaned, rummaging through his stuff, "What're you looking for?" Emily asked, watching Sirius tear apart the dormitory crazily looking for … whatever he was looking for, "The looking glass that I had earlier, it's a two-way mirror," Sirius explained, still ransacking the room, "Oh. Why are you looking for it, exactly?"

"I want to communicate with Harry,"

"Why?"

"To tell him what's happened,"

"Why?"

"Because he needs to know,"

"No he doesn't,"

"Like hell he doesn't," Sirius growled.

"Aha! Found the little bugger,"

The looking glass was silver, with strange engravings and patterns etched into it, making it intriguing to look at.

"Harry Potter," Sirius said clearly, and to Emily's amazement, she could hear Harry's voice from the mirror, "Whatcha want now Sirius? Have you got girl problems again?" Emily heard Harry mutter irritably, and she giggled at his irritableness.

"Not at all," Sirius positively beamed, "Well why're you contacting me? I'm a bit busy at the moment," Harry moaned.

"It happened," Sirius answered.

"What happened?"

"It,"

"What's 'it' Sirius?"

"You know what I mean,"

"You shagged her?!" Harry bellowed, "No you foolish boy," Sirius laughed, shaking his head. "Then what happened?" Harry demanded, "Ever heard the phrase, the first kiss?" Sirius asked, and Harry stayed silent. "What's happened to him?" Emily asked, being as the silence worried her, "He's stunned…I think," Sirius guffawed insanely. "Can I speak to him?"

"Go ahead," And Sirius handed Emily the looking glass, "Hullo Harry," She beamed at him as she saw his reflection in the mirror, "Harry, you need to breathe,"

"God Em…really, my godfather…" Harry muttered, and a familiar voice in the background could be heard. It was Ron, "Harry, mate, what's up?"

"Sirius has just snogged Emily," Harry answered him glumly, "WHAT?!" Ron roared loudly, making Sirius sit on the bed next to Emily and peer in, "Sirius! Whatcha do that for mate?" Ron moaned, looking into the looking glass, "Sexual urges, maybe?" Sirius suggested, causing Emily to slap him rather hard on the arm, "I'll quote him for you, shall I? Hem, hem; 'My love for you burns like a dying phoenix,'" Emily grinned, making Sirius blush.

Ron blurted out muffled snickers and Harry chuckled immensely, "Can you um…do me a favour boys?" Emily asked, biting her lip, "Sure," They answered, "Tell Fred and George that I need to speak to them. Get them to owl me. DO NOT TELL THEM WHAT HAS HAPPENED. No matter what, okay? I'll tell them myself,"

"Sure thing Em," Ron agreed, "Oh, what's that name that I heard Sirius calls you? 'Emmy' is it?" Harry grinned, "Oh shut up Harry and go stalk that pretty little redhead of yours," Sirius snapped, and the reflection of Ron and Harry disappeared.

Haha :) This chapter is dedicated to Mr. Padfoot (Dean) and Mr. Moony (James) cause they like this story ... and James has a fascination with Harry Potter related innuendoes XD

Also, a conversation Dean and I had about one of these chapters seemed a tad bit relevent to mention.

Me: Dean, i'm stuck
Dean: On what?
Me: This chapter, see, Emily's just asked what Sirius's idea of fun is, and i do not know what to put.
Dean: ....
Me: So what shall i put?
Dean: RAPE!
Me: ... No.

Dean you legend XD

Dis-freaking-claimer: I don't own Harry, which makes me sad DX

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