Sirius was laying on his bed with it's red comforter on it that was fading so much that it was hard to tell that it had once been scarlet when he first got it, now it looked the shade of a rotting tomato. Thankfully it didn't smell like such otherwise the damn house elf Kreacher would get a go kick to the ass. He hated the creature, more so just because his family treated it better than they did him.
It hurt to see his mother talking to Kreacher like she should have been to him, being treated like scum wasn't something that he cared for. But he'd grown so used to it that they could call him the world's largest fuck up and he'd respond to it, with a smirk on his face to show them that he wasn't going to let them hurt him anymore.
Lazying about was fun, when his mother was busy with company and his brother was off to one of his friend's house's. Sirius had no one to bug him or call him names (unless Kreacher came around to collect laundry or dust). One of his favorite pastimes was to read muggle magazines about motorbikes, he had a fascination for those and he hoped to have his own someday. It would be a great way to have freedom from his parents, at least he thought so. He'd mentioned that to James Potter and the messy haired, glasses wearing boy had laughed, saying that he hoped that it would work out the way Sirius had told him about it.
At that time he was trying to choose an ideal color for what he'd like to have, though he was mentally arguing with himself about if it would be the best idea to choose the model first before the color as it might not come in what he wanted.
"Do you smoke daily?" Bellatrix's voice drew him out of his magazine, it's annoying pitch sounded like something between a cat being strangled and her scratching her ridiculously long nails across a chalkboard. It was worse after a long period of silence, which was what he'd been dealing with for the past hour and a half, ever since his mother had yelled up the stairs to him to stay up there because she would be entertaining company soon and she didn't want him to mess it up.
Like he would do that? Actually, he would, since it was him and he loved to do things that pissed her off even if he wasn't a huge fan of the aftermath that came along.
Sirius lowered the magazine, resting it open on his stomach as he looked at the curly haired witch upside down. An annoyed look on his face, the reason being that she just had to come to his room. And bother him.
Did she get pleasure from doing it or was she getting tired of his mother as well (not that he blamed her, he just didn't want her around him)?
"What's it to you if I do or I don't?" He'd smoked earlier to let off some edge that had accumulated over the past few days of fighting with Regulus, the house elf, James' owl who'd bitten him, and of course his mother.
"Nothing, it's just this place just reeks of smoke," she shrugged airily, leaning back against the closed door. As much as she hated Sirius and the room, they were both slowly beginning to grow on her for one painful reason or another.
"Good answer," he rolled his eyes at the rest of her comment, he liked the smell of smoke and the sensation it gave him when he inhaled.
How he'd gotten started on smoking was he'd been snooping around his father's study two years earlier and snagged a cigar, he knew what it was as he'd seen Orion smoking them on many occasions. They at times smelled terribly sweet, a sickly sweet that made it tempting to try one, that he finally gave in and smoked one in his room near the window so no one would smell it.
Of course, he'd gotten sick from the first time smoking but after he got into cigarettes Sirius had grown accustom to what came with his activity (though the cough was annoying).
Bellatrix was casually walking around the messy room that had yet been cleaned properly in weeks, looking at the motorbike posters and examine the form of muggle transportation while avoid looking at the women around them. The contraptions looked strange yet oddly attractive, she wouldn't mind seeing one of those in person.
"Having fun judging my decorating?" Sirius glared from his upside down position, he was mistaking Bellatrix's interest for judgmental actions.
Black curls tumbling down her back and over one shoulder while she looked over the other, a tiny smirk in place. "Of course, there is nothing more better to do than this." He thought she was judging him, so why not play along with the poor idiot.
"How about being downstairs with mother and whoever else is there," he tapped his chin. Walburga was better company for Bellatrix than he, as she was more like her in beliefs and found her perfect while he hated her.
The woman scoffed quietly, she loved her aunt dearly but she did not make the best companion. At times like those, especially. "Not when her and Narcissa are talking about marriage and children," she winced at the two things; marriage and children.
"I thought you were married, Bellatrix? Wouldn't this be right down your shitty little alley?" Sirius' face had turned red from how he was laying.
"I am," she rolled her eyes in half-forged annoyance (she was partially annoyed already from what she'd left downstairs). "But when all you hear about is love for your husband and shit about children-"
"It makes you wonder why you got married, I bet," he didn't care too greatly about the conversation that was accidentally started by him opening his mouth and asking an irritated question.
She gave a humorless laugh, nodding in agreement to his stupidly correct comment. "Mmm," she turned away from his poster, taking a few strides until she standing in front of Sirius. Looking down at what she considered to be a baby face of his age, her own face relaxed. "Rodolphus doesn't love me. And I don't love him, I never have."
Sirius was just as shocked by her saying that as she was when she realized that she'd said that out loud and not thinking it just to herself as originally thought.
"What did you say?" Confusion laced his voice as he stared up at his elder cousin, surprised that she'd tell him anything that had to do with her personal life.
What had she said? It appeared that she just let out to snot nosed Sirius that her marriage wasn't a romantic sort, but rather more of a nessacery contract to have a respectful pureblood marriage that pleased her parents.
"Nothing, I said nothing," the lie had better work or she could always obliterate his memory of this unexpected interaction.
He was shocked by his own thoughts before speaking them to Bellatrix, usually he would spit out some acidy comment but the one he said was less so and slightly comforting, if that is what the word was called. "You'll find someone who will love for your crazy bitch self."
The older woman snorted, perhaps Sirius had been taking some sort of drug before she arrived, because it most certainly did not sound like Sirius Black talking. "You're too soft-headed, boy. I don't care if I'm ever loved."
"You're not like any woman I've met before," Sirius laughed at her insult slash I don't care comment while sitting up. By far, she was the uniquest female he'd come across yet he didn't believe that she was that unique to not care if she was ever loved. "Bella, have you ever been kissed?"
The teenage boy had one of the greatest thoughts in his mind, even if it did get him killed he wanted to do it just as badly as he wanted to get out of that house.
"I have a husband," that was answer enough for Sirius, though it caused suspicion to her. "What're you up to, Sirius Black?" She eyed him as he got off his bed to stand in front of her. He was already too close for comfort (whatever that truly was) for her liking.
"Yeah, but you don't love each other, so you want to feel what a passionate kiss is like?" His greatest plan was to see how good of a kisser his crazy cousin was, that goal showed how bored he was.
"What?" She blinked as if it would help her comprehend his words. She'd heard everything he'd said but didn't know how to react until her younger cousin's dry, smokey lips were against her own.
She wanted to murder him, with the Killing Curse. Her body was tense when it came to that physical contact and her lips were unmoving, but she indeed felt some sort of passion behind the younger boy's lips.
How was that possible? He was just a child and yet he had more passion than a man of her age, frankly, she didn't want to know how.
Sirius was enjoying himself with the kiss, but it would have been more fun if she kissed back to see how good she was at it. Though she was fair enough, and her mouth sort of tasted like lemon cake, which was a bonus.
"Get off me," Bellatrix finally snapped just about shrieking at him as well as slapping him hard across the face, so hard that she was positive not only his cheek was going to bruise but her hand as well.
"What, was it too much for you?" Sirius grinned cheekily, a red handprint visible on his cheek already.
"No, you little fucking-" she took out her wand, ready to curse him as she wasn't going to murder him in that house and leave the house elf to keep up the mess.
"Bellatrix, dear, are you still here?" Walburga's voice made Bellatrix sigh loudly, as she'd excused herself sometime earlier and hadn't returned in the time that her aunt found suitable.
'You're dead,' she mouthed to Sirius, her dark eyes burning with rage. "Yes, Auntie! I just stopped by the Blood Traitor's room to say hello, I'll be downstairs in a moment!"
"Love you, too, cousin," he laughed at the witch who gave him a quick punch to the gut, leaving him groaning as she retreated out of his room and returning to her aunt and sister's company. Hoping her lips weren't swollen from the kiss that Sirius had forced upon her, yet she mentally swore at herself for not having returned such a kiss that she'd never get a chance to experience again.