Story: Why Don't You & I
Author: theherbflower
Authors Notes: Chapter Eight AHOY! Hoot!
Chapter Eight: Like the crow and the butterfly.
Playlist: Secrets ~ One Republic. When I Look At You ~ . (Laugh all you want.) Her Diamonds ~ Rob Thomas. Hesitate~ Stone Sour.
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Like the crow and the butterfly…
June was gone in a flash, and July had quickly moved in with a rather extra rainy rainy season this year. All of the muggles that flocked the streets around me were dressed up to the nines in rain gear and warmer attire to take on the colder weather. The rain was pouring down in buckets drenching the streets of Manchester and the people walking them. Along with the rain came the cold, it was unmistakable and searing in its wake. It seemed to seep right through you into your bones, seemingly never to retreat. I was walking briskly down Waverly Avenue, to get to the residence that my uncle and I shared, so that I could escape the pouring rain and the bitter cold. Despite the torrents of rain, people had flocked the streets today going about they're day to day lives. I had to make an extra errand into muggle London to pick up a dress for this evening. At that thought I felt a warm red blush creep up into my face and settle deep. Tonight was my first date with Sirius Black, or well to be exact, my first official date ever. I smiled to myself and hoped I didn't look more of a loon to the passerby's then I already did wearing my thick grey cloak and hat. It took me over three hours to pick the perfect dress, which is telling as I never really liked wearing dresses in the first place. I had bullied Remus into coming with me, as he had the expert ladies' man tendencies, and I was fairly sure he'd help me. I took his advice in stride and purchased a dress he swore would knock Sirius's socks off.
The rain had picked up some when I finally reached my doorstep. Quickly tucking the well wrapped bag inside my cloak that only drew a few suspicious glances; I opened the door and stepped inside the house. Hercules, the big Siberian husky of a dog that I'd saved three weeks before came bounding over to me and greeted me by nearly knocking me over and showering me with doggy kisses. I smiled and loved him as my uncle walked into the room with an irritated look on his face.
"Gwendolyn Rose! That dog is a nuisance to mankind!" he barked at me in that familiar 'constant vigilance' tone that I loved about him. "He was sleeping on the god merlin be damned sofa again Gwendolyn!"
"Aww come on Uncle Al, it's not like he's got a lot of fur. And I did add that anti hair charm to the couch so it wouldn't bother you." I flashed him a grin. "Besides I love him."
"Don't give me the puppy dog eyes Gwendolyn. I know you love him." he huffed walking into the entry way. "Where were you?"
"In muggle London." I replied still kneeling down and petting Hercules's head. Ok so I named in Hercules, zero to hero in no time flat? That's what this cute little buddy was to me. "Thought it would be too risky to go to Diagon Alley."
"There have been more reports about Death Eaters in Diagon Alley lately." he gruffed walking up to me. "See anything suspicious?"
"No. And I just didn't want to run into.." I stopped quickly. I hadn't exactly told my Uncle about… "Death Eaters. Rotten the lot of 'em."
"What did you need?"
"Uhh…" I stammered for a moment. "A new bra."
He raised his eyebrow at me in disbelief.
"I could always tell when you were lying Gwendolyn. Now tell me what you needed in muggle London."
I looked down at his feet at his reprimanding tone.
"I needed a dress." I mumbled to him.
"What for?"
I looked back up at him and sighed.
"Because I have a date tonight."
"A date?" he questioned in that same disbelieving tone. "With whom?"
"Uhh…" I trailed off feeling my eye twitch. "Err…"
"You finally said yes to Black then eh?" he chuckled before grinning and pulling me into a hug. "When's he due here?"
"19:30" I replied softly. "Which is in like." I looked down at my watch and felt my eye twitch again. "Twenty minutes."
"Then I suggest you take the beast upstairs and get ready." he grinned at me. "What took you so long?"
"Couldn't decide on a dress." I rolled my eyes. "You should see the fashion those muggles wear! Like tarts, the lot of them."
"Ahh couldn't find anything with enough cloth for your tastes?"
"No. I found plenty of things you'd find on the ladies of Knockturn alley though." I grumbled walking up the stairs to my right. "I mean really."
"Who was the poor victim you took with you?"
"Remus. He was pretty angry towards the end, we fought over a couple of them. I insisted, and still think! That I looked like a whore in a few of them, he told me I was being ridiculous and that they weren't that bad. But I know they did. In the end we found one that I rather like, found it in the older ladies department but I don't care cause I'm no floozy."
Uncle Al just started to laugh ridiculously at me with a growing red face.
"I'm sure you're just over exaggerating, you always had a problem with that one dear." he smirked at me. "Go get ready I'll entertain Black."
…
"Alright Hercules." I sighed spinning around in the mirror towards him where he was lounging on my bed with a happy look in his eyes. "Does it look ok?"
He gave a small whine in approval and I sighed. The dress was tea length and in a rather lovely shade of pink, almost rosey. I felt odd in it however, as I'm not much for dresses let alone pink dresses. It had two thick straps that wrapped up around my neck and tied off into a bow. The bodice was made of a thicker rose colored material and had small roses and pearls beaded into it. The skit was flowy and twirled around with a bounce. I had my hair pulled back out of my face with a simple pink clip that I'd bought with the dress and let the rest of my naturally curly hair run wild. There was little if not anything of make up in my sink in the loo, only what I had left from Lily and James's wedding. So I applied a little rouge and some eyeliner and mascara so that my eyes would give that little pop. Then I applied some eye shadow which was another rather fetching color of pink. I felt so weird all dressed up though, and Sirius did say to dress up. So I did. Along with the dress I purchased a small black jacket with the same pearl and rose beads stitched into it. Remus picked out a pair of pink heels for the ensemble and swore up and down that I looked lovely in it, but he could be lying to spare my feelings. But that just doesn't seem his motive. I smiled at my reflection, I could scarcely believe that the girl looking beautiful in the mirror was me. I sighed and grabbed my wand and strapped it to a garter under my dress just in case and slipped the shoes on. I was ready.
"You look just like your mother." Uncle Al smiled from my doorway where he stood with his arms folded happily. "I brought you something." he told me before walking into the room and standing in the mirror behind me. "It was your mothers, she gave it to me for keepsake just after she married your father." he smiled lightly laying a pearl necklace around my throat. "There are earrings too." he noted with a smile after he attached the links in the back and pulled his arms away. "Here." he handed me two pearl earrings and smiled standing back.
"Really?" I addressed him regarding the first statement he made, and somehow he knew which I was referring too and nodded.
"You do. Your beautiful just like her and your grandmother. The same golden blonde curls and teal eyes. Before you leave I need to stress to you the importance of Constant Vigilance Gwen. We live in dark times dear, you need to keep a constant eye on your surroundings."
"I know." I sighed. "I will. Don't worry Uncle Al, I'm going to be just fine. Sirius and I have gotten our arses out of more messes with those bastards than is necessary to speak of. We'll be fine."
"I know." he nodded and kissed my cheek. "Another thing, you know the recent contraceptive charms yes?"
"Uncle Al!" I stammered my face going magenta and my mouth hanging open in shock. "This is my first date." I implied heavily. "Like that's going to happen. Merlin that's not the way I roll, and I cant even believe that your saying anything to do with that subject that I am not so comfortable having."
"I know." he laughed kissing my cheek again. "But I'm inclined to make sure." he grinned. "Now finish getting ready and I'll go down and meet Black who's coming up the walk as we speak." he smirked and left the room with a whistle. The door bell rang a second later and Hercules gave a cheerful bark before bounding down the hallway after my Uncle. I looked back at my reflection feeling my stomach clench and curl at the implifications that my Uncle stated, surely Black doesn't have that idea in his head. I mean…. my eye twitched and my stomach dropped down past my knees. Ok Gwen, calming breaths. I told my self. Calming breaths. Breathe in and out, in and out, calming breaths. Holy shit where was Lily when I needed her. I'm calm, calm….
"Gwen! Come on." Uncle Al called up the stairwell. "Don't make me come up there and get you."
"Calming breaths." I told myself aloud. "Deep calming breaths." I took another minute to breathe in and out a few times. "I'm coming." I yelled picking up my wallet and stuffing it into a pocket I'd magically placed to be unseeable on the side of my dress, picked up the jacket and walked out of my room slowly. This was going to be ok, it would be just fine. I told myself as I quickly descended the stair well towards the houses entry corridor. I felt odd in the shoes, felt like I was going to fall over at any time so I tried to keep my balance. I knew I should have gotten those flats instead of letting Remus talk me into these stupid heels. I hated heels, made me taller and leggier and… and I dunno but holy effing shit I'm so nervous. What if this date ends badly? Eh? What if all he wants is what I'm not prepared to give him? Oh god maybe I should take my uncles advice! This was nuts, maybe I should call it off. I thought to myself as I reached the ground floor and stepped out of the stair well. The two men were standing in the parlor talking about Quidditch. Now not many people would know that my uncle was a die hard Cannons fan, but I did. And apparently so did Sirius who was laughing at my uncle with his back to me.
"The cannons wont beat Ireland. They're too good to let the cannons take the semi finals. Get real Moody." he laughed at my Uncle who was standing facing me in front of him with an irritated look on his face. He looked up at me and smirked.
"We'll see Black, but mark my words! The cannons will win." he huffed taking out his flask and taking a swig from it. "Irelands beaters suck."
"McKinley does not suck!" Sirius stammered. "And neither does Corgi."
"They do too. McKinley is only popular because he's a nice face to look at am I right Gwendolyn? Don't stand there looking sheepish, get your arse in here." he laughed at my face and beckoned me into the parlor.
Sirius spun around at my Uncles statement and carried on with his Quidditch musings.
"Tell him that McKinley isn't popular because of his pretty boy status and his status as a good beater." he smirked.
"Well." I sighed taking a step closer to the two men. "I'm not going to say that many a witches, and the occasional wizard don't think that McKinley isn't handsome. Cause that would be a lie. He's got room to improve his aim in his skills so I cant say he doesn't have the skills that it takes to obtain the status of a good beater either."
"Gwendolyn how you hurt me!" he broke out dramatically before draping himself all over me and mock sobbing. "How can you wound me so?"
"Sirius get the hell off of me. I paid good money for this damn dress." I told him trying in vain to detach the mock wailing young man from me. "Personally I think Ireland will win because the Cannons haven't won a game in over six years, and Corgi rocks arse."
"I knew you loved me!" he cheered giving me a big sloppy kiss on my cheek and stepping back. "As to the dress." he smirked before looking me up and down. "Very nice. Moony wouldn't tell me anything! After all the begging and pleading from him, nothing, but I'm glad he didn't. The sight is much more nice than the thought."
"Alright you two. Go have fun, remember Constant Vigilance! And Black, if you don't have her home before dawn I'll come out tails a blazing looking for your sorry arse." my Uncle barked shooing us out of the Parlor and towards the door. "Now scram the two of ye."
"By Uncle Al." I smirked walking over to him and kissing his cheek which made his face warm up. "Don't wait up." I winked before rolling my eyes and walking over next to Sirius who was holding an umbrella out for us due to the constant rain fall.
…scene..change…
The small restaurant that I had made reservations for this evening was on the north side of muggle London. It was a festive little German Delicatessen called 'Der Mond.' I had called yesterday to make the reservations upon Moony's request. He raved about it and told me that since Gwen herself is half German, that she would love the place and insisted that I take her there. Gwen was a vision in pink tonight, with her wild golden hair cascading out in curls around her barely pinned up. With just a light coat of makeup and pair of heels, she made my mouth drop. I always knew that she was beautiful, but I never took any of it in personally before. The dress and the smile, it was done in my favor. And heaven I was thankful, because I cared for her, much more than I ever have for anyone before. She wore this utterly ravishing little pink dress, a feat I'd never of expected from her. The dress looked like something strait out of a 1940's black and white movie, which I'm fairly in depth with due to the fact that Moony's obsessed with classic books and black in white movies. I wasn't going to lie, I was nervous now more than I've ever been on a date before. I'm not much the dating or romantic type, I get all my pointers from Moony. So as such, I was nervous as all hell. Terrified that I'll trip or do something wrong and she'll beat the crap out of me over it, because I'm fairly positive that she could and would, that's just the way she works.
She looks happy though, and again as I look over at her under the big black umbrella that we are sharing I notice just how good she looks in the dim street lights and rain in that pink dress that has me weak at the knees and I want to simply stop walking and sit because I'm not sure if I can walk or if I'm floating and I'm so nervous I can hear my heart pound and I feel just like a teenage hormone driven kid once again. She looks up at me upon feeling my gaze and grins, her white teeth almost glowing in the light giving her an angelic like glow. For the first time this night I noticed that she was wearing a string of pearls, and somewhere inside of me when all fuzzy. I never see her out of her Auror robes and holey jeans, it was such a contrast to see her all dressed up that I was over the moon about actually asking her on this date, and with Moony's romantic advice, I'd make this amazing for her and for me.
"What?" she smirked with a laugh dripping like golden honey from her voice. "Why do you have that mushy look on your face?"
"Mushy look?" I raised my eyebrows with a grin. "I don't know what you're talking about.
"You are a liar Sirius Black, if I hadn't seen the look previously; I wouldn't have ever believed that a look so mushy could ever grace your features. Considering its you and I've never seen you look at anyone or anything like that in that way. I've got you going mushy. I'm going to brag about it to everyone!" she smirked. "No person will go unturned."
"Stop being a prat." I grinned at her. "That's my job."
"No, you're a git."
"Uhh?" I held back from her in mock hurt. "I shall take away this umbrella now so that you can get all wet from the rain for you've hurt me Gwendolyn Rose Ackles!" he grabbed my heart. "I'm hurt."
"Your overly dramatic is what you are." She rolled her eyes. "I'm amazing, wounded Sirius Blacks mock pride."
"You did you fiend." I choked out a fake sob. "How could you?"
"Eh." She shrugged her shoulders in a nonchalant manner. "Wasn't hard."
"You've evil Gwendolyn. Evil!"
"Oh quite." She chuckled darkly. "I'm pure evil, Voldemort watch out!"
"Prat." I mumbled with a smile at her.
She rolled her eyes and smirked. "Git."
"Fine!"
"Alright." She quipped back.
"We're here!" I chirped at her in a sing song voice. With a grin I grabbed the door handle to the Delicatessen and opened it up for her. "Right this way Miss." I spoke with an atrocious French accent.
"Why thank you kind sir." She laughed skipping inside the golden lined doors and into the restaurant.
The restaurant was filled with chatter; waiters were taking orders to costumers. A small tinge of smoke hung tangibly in the air, making the Delicatessen smell of cherry pipe tobacco and cigarette smoke. The Matre D was a little old German man with a long mustache and a friendly smile. People milled out around the bar cheering and watching a rugby game on the telly. I looked down at Gwen as we waited in line. She looked beautiful in the dimmed light around us, making her hair glow a dark shade of gold as her curls spilled down her back. I grinned at her when she looked up where she just smiled rolled her eyes, and looked away towards a corner. This little old lady was in the corner playing something jazz like on the piano while a younger man with a saxophone wailed on with her. I think Gwen was impressed with the restaurant, thank god for Moony. I sighed relaxing a bit; this was going to be just fine. The line was moving up and I motioned on the small of her back to knock her out of the little happy trance she was in with the music. She grinned and folded her arms comfortably as the next people in the line moved up. It was a pretty classy place for a German Delicatessen.
"Reservation name?" the Matre D asked as we stepped up from the line.
I smiled and step forward.
"Black."
He looked at the black book in front of him and checked the name off of the list before lifting his aging face and smiled.
"Very good." he told us before turning towards a waiter and handing us off. "Have a nice evening."
The waiter turned out to be a middle aged woman who took us to a back booth and handed us both menus before smiling and asking what we'd be drinking. Gwen quickly scanned the list of beverages and looked back up with a grin.
"I'll take a shot of tequila and a class of scotch on the rocks." she grinned at the waiter and turned to me.
"Oh uh." I looked down at the menu and scanned it quickly. "I'll have a beer." I smiled at the woman and she wrote it down on a little pad in her hand and walked off.
"How'd you hear about this place?" she asked with a smile in her voice. "It's so nice."
"Moony actually." I smirked at her. "I've got to thank that boy somehow." I chuckled at her, "He always knows what he's doing when it comes to the romantic side. I'm taking lessons."
She just rolled her eyes and looked up as the waitress comes back and drops our drinks off. She picks up her tequila shot and knocks it back before taking a drink of the scotch. Then she sets the glass down and smiles and I laugh at her and shake my head.
"What?" she asks indignantly. "What are you laughing about?"
"You drink too much." I said softly. "But I understand why."
"As if you should be talking." she smiled rolling her eyes and continuing. "Not three weeks ago I floo'ed your flat for help only to find you naked with an empty bottle of whiskey. But then, I too understand why."
"It's not a good thing." I sighed taking a sip of my beer.
"I agree." she nods. "I'm just so wrung up about the stupid death eaters, works getting to me."
"I know. I see." I sighed. "I hate seeing people die around me and not know myself If I'm going to be the next one." I shook my head sadly. "I worry about James and Lily. With Lily being pregnant and James still working for the order. I worry about Remus because legislations getting bad on the werewolves and he's getting depressed. And I worry about you because I've been fighting so long with you by my side I don't know how I'd be if you weren't. I'm horrified because of Peter, who just said screw you like a coward and flipped sides. It scares me. And I cant deal with it."
"And so we have alcohol." she smiled sadly. "Sometimes I wonder if we're going to make it out of this war alive. If we even win at all. Voldemort's forces are rising quickly, its going to be a full out war slaughter."
"We will win this Gwen." I told her pointedly and she looked up. "There's no way we wont. Dumbledore is right in that, Love will always be worth it. And it will always win."
"Maybe." she sighed. "I cant imagine a world I'd be willing to live in if it weren't."
"Me either." I grinned. "I didn't know what love was until I started Hogwarts and was sorted into Gryffindor. Before then it was like I wasn't born, like my life had no meaning to it. But I knew because I had friends, and they showed me what love was. There is nothing in the world I wouldn't give up for it, not even my life. Because I'd give it in a heartbeat if it were to save someone I loved, some things are worth dying for."
She smiled at me and took another drink of her scotch before turning to me and nodding.
"I never knew my mother well, she was always incapacitated or sick and my father had nurse maids to deal with me. But even from when I started remembering life I always knew that I didn't like my father, and there was something wrong. Once a week my uncle Al was able to come over and visit me, he always brought my mother cookies and flowers and some small toy for me. And I knew from that point on that I loved him as an uncle, because he was my favorite person in life." she smiled watery and looked down at her glass. "I'm more thankful for that man every day that I live my life, because he took me away from that hell."
"It must have been tough on you when your mother died."
"Not really, I barely knew her some I barely had something to loose. What snapped it for me with him was the fact that because he didn't want to file a for a divorce through the ministry, so he resorted to murder." she glared at the end of her sentence at her glass in her hands. "He so badly wanted to marry someone younger and healthier that he killed her. So I looked at my uncle at her funeral and told him I would need to pack some clothes because I was coming to live with him. He just smiled sadly at me, called me pumpkin, and helped me pack." she smiled fondly.
"Remus was mine." I smiled. "James was my best friend, my competition. And James did open up after he deflated his head a bit, but Remus was always there when I got a howler or had a nightmare about my home life. I seen him able to love openly everyone and everything despite his hindrances, and that if he could, scorned by everyone, and then I could to. Then of course my family just, I got sick of them and I left."
"They're Prueblood hypocrisy is disgusting isn't it." she asked with a sour look. "Always thinking that everyone is below them, that everyone that's not of the purest bloods are nothing but cockroaches to be smashed."
"Yeah." I growled. "Or how they rage they're stupid politics in everyone's faces and marry in the family. Bleeding sickening."
She grinned suddenly.
"You know what's really funny right now?" she asked with a wicked gleam in her eyes. "Almost all if not every one of the pureblood families still left are related. And here we are on a date and we're bitching about people who do the same thing we're doing."
I blinked at her for a second before barking out a laugh.
"Too true."
"Stupid politics huh?"
I grinned at her and took a drink from my beer.
"Absolutely. I think it's a crying shame the rest of them couldn't have the same thing slapped right into them. If we all just stopped and realized that we are all hypocrites then maybe there will be a little bit more humility in life."
"Maybe there will be one day." she smiled. "Maybe one day there wont be war and people can live life happily and with love."
"Are you ready to order?" broke in the voice of the waiter who had walked up to take our orders.
"Um." Gwen looked down at her menu and smiled at the cover. "I'll have the onion pie."
"Alright." the waitress smiled writing it down on her pad. "And you Sir?"
"I'll have the Huhnerfrikassee" I told her steadily, making sure I said the word just as Moony had instructed me.
"Alright. It will be a good twenty minutes." The waitress smiled at the both of us and walked off.
"When did you manage to get German lessons?" Gwen smirked taking a sip of my beer.
"Moony told me that one. Said it was chicken. And why are you drinking my beer?" I asked pulling the pint back towards me.
She pouted and smirked before taking another drink of the scotch.
"I'm getting drunk quick." she sighed. "Remus sure does know his trade." she laughed cheerfully. "Last week Chandra from the Floo department told me they went on a date and it was and I repeat her words, 'The best date I've ever had in life'."
"He knows his stuff." I agreed running a hand back through my hair. "I'm glad."
"Me too." she smirked at me. "Ooh look. Refills." she smiled as the waitress brought a new scotch and beer. "Can I maybe get another shot of tequila and a glass of lemonade?" she asked the waitress who smiled and brought her the lemonade and tequila.
"There's are harpies game next weekend I've got tickets to. Frank gave them to me after a hand of poker last night. Want to go?" I asked taking a bite out of a bread roll from the centre of the booth.
"Hell yes!" she cheered wildly. "Aren't they playing the wasps?"
"Yeah. They've just drafted this Ludo Bagman character as Beater. I think he was a few years above us at school. Hufflepull."
"Sounds like an interesting game. The wasps will loose, because the harpies are at the top of the league with France."
"I'm interested in seeing who's gonna make it to the cup this summer, my bets are on Ireland."
"Ireland is good." she nodded before shaking her head. "Wales is getting really good. Did you see Dorves make that goal in the game in May? That was freaking amazing."
"That was a pretty spectacular Quidditch move huh?" I nodded remembering that game, went with the Marauders and Frank. "Didn't know you were at that game. You've always been a Harpies fan."
"I know." She smiled. "My uncle dragged me to that game, it was awesome."
"When do you think Lily's gonna have the little sprog?" I asked taking another bite of a breadstick. "I'm expecting soon. Her due dates coming up huh?"
"I cannot wait until that girl gives birth. She's absolutely horrible. I love her but oh my god." she shook frightened eyes at me. "Its like she went nuts! I'm terrified for James."
"He's come to me a few times raddled. She made him walk into muggle London so that she could have a specific hamburger from a little shack next to the wharfs."
"Its crazy." she shook her head with a sigh. "I cant even imagine the craziness like that. Freaks me out." she sighed. "I cant wait until normal sane Lily returns to us."
"Boy or girl?"
"Boy." she smiled. "Because James wants a girl. So he can call her his little princess."
"I agree. It will be the opposite just because he wants it to be a girl." I smirked. "Has rotten luck he does."
"I think its funny." she grinned. "Poor sap."
"Only too true." I laughed taking a drink of my beer. Tonight was going just perfect.
…scene…change…
Everything was horrible! Holy fucking Merlin life was in the shitter right now!
First, and this is just first off of the long huge scary list of topics wrong, the sun bright and orangey was glaring through the window at me. Second, my head was pounding something fierce and all I wanted to do was take my head up to a brick wall and pound my head repeatedly into the brickwork until the pain left. And thirdly, but not lastly, quite possibly most importantly, what happened the night before. The stupid moves on my part and dear fucking Merlin or ceirce or God or what the ffing ever is up there laughing at me and poking fun, shit. Dear god…
.flashback.
"Come on Gwen, your drunk." Sirius just grinned as he held me up in his half drunken state himself. "Let's get you to Moody."
"No." I laughed at him as we walked up the street. "He said something about meeting Dorcas later and I don't want to witness something of that nature."
"I see." he smiled holding her me up again. "Come on, I'll take you to Lily's."
"No." I twisted in his arms drunkenly. "Let's just go back to your place."
"I don't think that's a very good idea." he said tentatively. "How about headquarters?"
"No." I repeated slapping his arm as we made our way to the leaky cauldron. "Your place." I smiled before walking in the pub and heading straight for the floo. I felt him pull me back from the fireplace and steady me as he tossed a handful of the green powder into the fire.
"I'm taking you home." he told me softly.
"No." I replied taking a step back into the floo. "147 Elmhurst Flats." I called and with a swirl I was jetting though the floo network to his apartment. I stumbled out of the fireplace and skipped into the dark front room. He floo'ed in right behind me and again picked me up as I wobbled.
"Damn it Gwen." he sighed harshly. "I need to get you home."
"Why?" I asked with a whine and a pout I put my arms around his shoulders and pulled close. "Give me a good reason."
"You are drunk, you won't remember this in the morning, I don't want you to do anything you'll regret, and I'm drunk myself." he told me walking me back to the floo.
"So?" I asked pushing him back with a smile. "No time like the present."
"No Gwen." he told me softly. "Now come on."
"But I don't want to." I smiled wickedly. "I want to stay right here." I pulled myself closer to him and smirked. "Can you honestly say you don't want me to either?"
"Gwen." he hissed as I pulled him flush against me. "I'm serious."
"So am I." I told him pushing him back towards the bedroom.
"No." he pushed me off. "I don't think so."
"I do." I told him fluttering my eyelashes. "You know you do to." I whispered walking into his bedroom. "I'm not going anywhere." I told him sitting down on the bed in the center of the room.
He glared at me from the doorway and stalked into the room.
"Here." he reached into his nightstand drawer and pulled out a flagon of potion. "Drink this."
"Why?" I asked slowly again fluttering my eyelashes.
He again glared at me and pulled the cork on the flagon and moving it towards my mouth.
"If you really want to do this drink this, it's a contraceptive potion." he told me a grin on his face. "Come on." he offered it again.
Without looking at the potion label, I downed the potion and suddenly as if someone hit me on the head, I was thrust into a world of darkness.
.end-of-flash-back.
Oh my god, or Merlin, or who the fuck ever! I am vowing now to never again in life drink. Never. Never again. Especially the damned tequila.
"Morning sleeping beauty." asked a mocking voice filled with laughter from the other side of the bed. "Gonna wake up anytime today?"
"No." I growled out. "I'm never going to move ever again."
"I told you that you were drunk, and to not have that fifth tequila shot." Sirius chuckled at me. "But no, you didn't want to stop drinking and had three more. How's your head feel?" he asked loudly in my ear.
"Arse." I growled pulling my eyelids back to see him sitting over me. "Contraceptive potion my fucking arse!"
"Oh come now." he patted my hip soothingly. "You'd have gutted me in the morning if I hadn't stopped you. I know you too well dear Gwendolyn."
"Sure you do." I growled again at him and moved to sit up. "What time is it?"
"Five thirty in the morning." he smirked at me happily. "Three hours till work, and one till your Uncle comes over here looking for you." Sirius chirped standing up and shutting the blinds making my eyes and headache disappear quickly.
"Great." I sighed irritated. "I'm up way too fucking early."
"It's not early dear Gwen." he told me mockingly. "It's just a perfect time to be awake." he smiled before walking towards the loo. "Just hang tight there love, got to hit the loo."
I sighed and let my head fall back into the headboard with a thud. I made an ass out of myself last night. How was I going to deal with that? Oh this sucks. I hit my head with the headboard roughly, I'm so stupid. I'm thankful that he's not. Surprisingly he's a gentleman, and I feel warm and gooey about it. I smiled to myself. He stopped me, when it would have been easy not to. He thought about my feelings and knew I was acting under the influence. It's odd, almost like he really does care about me. Who would have thought that I'd end up here, dating Sirius Black, the very bane of my existence. It's so weird, and I don't really understand what's happening with my emotion. He walked out of the loo and stretched in the dim light that was flooding in through the blinds. His chest twisted as his muscles stretched reminding me just how good looking he really was. He had long silky black hair and pale skin. There was a little spattering of hair on his chest and legs while at the same time he was growing a small beard of stubble on his chin where two dimples blended themselves in. I was hit then by an onslaught of wanting and of love and it scared me greatly. But I hid my shock and switch of feelings quickly and smiled at him feeling a blush warm my face.
"Rethinking the actions of this last evening?" he asked with a chuckle before climbing back up into the bed next to me. "Don't worry, mums the word."
I turned to him and noted our close proximity. His skin was brushing mine as I was still in the dress from last night and my arms were showing. I felt my breath hitch and suddenly a part of me I hadn't felt before went warm.
"Thank you." I smiled at him in the dim light.
"I know." he smiled right back at me. "I know things are different with you. I accept that."
"I'm sorry." I sighed. "I didn't mean to do all of those things last night."
"It's ok." he grinned bumping my shoulder. "Just be thankful I've got a strong will."
"You know what?" I smirked leaning in towards him.
"What?" he replied with a warm smile.
"This." I said leaning forward and locking his lips with mine.
We kissed softly for a few moments before my arms wrapped around his neck and his tucked around my waist. I kissed him harder and pushed him down on the bed next to me. I scooted down with him and trailed kisses down his chin before locking lips again. It was amazing how easy it was with him, almost like breathing. My legs wrapped around him and then I was on top of him and we were lost in some dream like trance just kissing and snogging and being happy. I knew when he pinned me down on the bed and started in on my neck that I was lost, and that I was pretty sure he was the one finding me. My head dropped back like a stone into the pillows and my back was arching in. A moan tore itself from my neck and I ran my hands down his chest before coming to rest on the waste line of his boxers. He kissed me up the expanse of my neck and nuzzled me softly resting his head there.
"We should stop." he told whispered into my ear and I felt goose bumps spread out on my body.
"What if we don't?" I whispered back at him running my hands up his back. "What if we just keep going."
"Do you want that?" he asked pulling back and looking at me fiercely in the eyes. "Are you sure?"
"Yes." I told him truthfully. "I don't know why, but I'm sure. I'm more than sure, I'm positive."
His eyes were boring into mine while our breaths mingled together in a thick electric silence. I swallowed and held my resolve, I wanted this. It was almost as if I knew in my gut that this moment was a perfect moment in my life, almost as if I knew It would happen, and I was ready for it although at the same time it was undiscovered territory and that nervous fear shot through me and mingled with the want and the need I was feeling for him. It was like I was getting ready to jump off of a cliff that was shrouded in fog where I couldn't make out if it was a cliff or if It was just a path way where I'd walk across instead of falling. But I knew that this moment, this risk that I was getting ready to take was worth it. Somehow I knew it, and that made my resolve strengthen. I could do this. I knew I could.
"Alright then." he replied slowly dragging his hand through my hair. "Ok."
We were kissing again after that and the logical side of my brain shut itself off. My legs were around him, holding him to me in sheer bliss. My hands lost themselves in the forest of his hair while he dropped kisses like diamonds on my neck. He lifted me up then, and moved to unzip me from my dress. Together we pushed it up and off of me and flung it somewhere on the other side of the room. He kissed my neck and laid me back down before making his way to my bust line and slipping my bra off of me by unclasping it and letting it fall from my arms. I ran my hands up his neck to his ears and pulled his face up to mine. We kissed then long and slow before I flipped him down on the bed and climbed up on top of him. I hissed at contact with him while at the same time he groaned. I let my head fall back a second before leaning in and kissing him deeply. His hands found my breasts and I felt fire everywhere he touched me. Something was breaking wild in me, and I longed for it. I dripped kisses down his neck and his chest before hissing at the closeness of our bodies. He flipped us around quickly so that he was once again on top. His eyes were boring into mine again and I was lost in them.
"Gwen." he managed out breathlessly. "Your going to need to breathe." he told me slipping my kickers off and pulling my legs apart.
"I know." I replied in the same breathless manner before pulling his boxers down and off.
"I really do love you." he told me sincerely. "I need you to know that."
"I do." I told him pulling him on top of me. "And I need you to know that I love you too."
"Remember to breathe." he told me pulling my arms around him and my face closer aligning our bodies together. "Just remember to breathe."
"I will." I told him breathless. "I will."
He kissed me again and suddenly we were together. I felt my breath catch at the first inclination of pain.
"Breathe Gwen."
I took a deep breath and looked up at him before releasing it.
"Alright. Move."
And then we were both lost, a few more thrusts later and I was painless and everything was amazing. I knew I was moaning although I couldn't hear my own voice, it was like part of my brain just shut off and let another one go free. His eyes were on mine and I was lost in the icy depths of them. Then he was kissing me again and I felt waves of pleasure build up around me like rushing water and I was kissing back with everything I had. Then he was staring at me again and I was staring at him and a heavy pool of heat sprung up in my belly as we rocked together in bliss. My hands found his head and wandered up into his hair while my thumbs played with his ears. I felt the pool of heat in my belly rush until a damn of energy built up in side of me and threatened to break free.
"Gwen." he managed out heavily, his voice cracking and his eyes dancing with mine.
"Sirius." I replied back slowly holding onto the damn feeling the last of its defenses get ready to give way.
"I love you." he whispered to me lovingly. He kissed me tenderly and pulled me closer as our thrusts grew more staggering.
"I love you too." I whispered back into his ear.
Then all at once I was both dead and alive, and then somewhere in between. Something tangible inside of me snapped like a reed and a damn of energy broke free and I was thrust from the world of the living and sent spiraling into some other painless, and unfathomable dimension. Something inside of me had broken wild and free and ripped within side of me like a long river of energy bursting though me and consuming me. I was lost in heaven, I had found nirvana. And it was the most beautiful thing. Then just as quickly as I found it, I lost it and I was pushed back into the land of the living and my body was completely numb. We laid there for a while, not moving, still conjoined. My breath steadied and I could hear the thundering sounds of his heart beat behind in my ear.
"Merlin." I sighed wrapping my arms around his middle comfortably. "That was beautiful."
"I know." he replied back with the sound of tears clinging to his voice.
I pulled my head back and pulled his up so that I could see into his eyes. He was crying.
"You're crying." I noted dumbly.
"This is the most amazing feeling I've ever had in my life." he told me softly brushing my face with his hand. "It's like I've gone straight to heaven."
I grinned at him and kissed his cheek while wiping a tear off of his face.
"And it was beautiful." I told him in a whisper.
"So are you." he told me kissing my lips. "More than."
I smiled and closed my eyes.
"I love you."
"I love you too."
"We should probably get up, as we have work in." I looked over at the clock on the nightstand beside me. "Two hours. My Uncle will murder us if we don't show up on time fresh and ready to charge into battle."
"Your Uncle is going to skin me alive for not having you home. I'm going to be doomed." he sighed dramatically while holding me tighter. "Don't make me go! I don't wanna die."
I grinned and chuckled at him.
"My Uncle isn't going to skin you alive, remember I always get what I want with my Uncle." I smirked at him as he looked up at me. "Well mostly. He won't murder you, on account that It would make me cry and trust me, he doesn't like to see me cry."
"Abusing your Uncles love!" he broke out mock scandalized. "How could you do such a thing Gwendolyn Rose? How?"
"Don't be so dramatic Sirius, you know that I love my uncle, he's the only male figure in my life that's had any good impact. I owe him my life, and I owe him my freedom."
"He loves you too. His little Gweny." he smiled. "I remember when Hammond was all over you in the office and your Uncle threatened to nail his balls to his mantle if he didn't leave you alone. And he was serious."
"When did this happen?" I asked curiously. "I was just relieved that pig left me alone. Remember how I used to use you as my shield for him?" I laughed at him happily. "Good times."
"I'll be your shield from pigs any time." he smirked at me happily. "Just lemme know. Now, what do you say about a very nice very long hot shower." he wiggled his eyebrows tauntingly.
"Well." I smirked back at him in kind. "I'm thinking that that is the best idea you've ever had."
"Shall we my lady?" he asked standing up from the bed and extending his hand towards me as if I were a damsel in distress.
With another wicked smirk on my part, I grasped his hand.
"I think we shall."
..scene…end..
How did you like the 20 page chapter? Good eh? Was awesome for me too. Reviews are love! I had a particularly good time writing this here chapter. What with all of the love and the dramatics and of course, the really awesome Quidditch talk that I just had to throw in for goodness sake. Speaking of, Go Green Bay! May you win freaking ass, if you haven't noticed that this is pre super bowl. Well go packers! Woot! ~thf