Hey guys! I'm sorry that I didn't get to post any more chapters earlier, but two exchange studends (one from Marseille, France, and one from Canada) are staying over at mine's until next monday, and I didn't get any time to write anything. They are so nice and easy to be around, they are funny, they don't judge me for my Harry Potter obsession... hahaha So this chapter is more of a SiriusxCristina, but I promise next chapter will be mostly JamesxLily. Pinky swear! :) Hope you like it, review if you feel like doing it, I'd just like to know your oppinion, even if it's a negative one. :)
Chapter 6: Oh-So-Kissable-Lips
Sirius was lying on his bed, going through the pages of the last number of Sexy Witch magazine, staring at a picture of Cristina in a turquoise bikini, half her legs drowned in the water of the Mediterranean Sea, smiling at the camera sensually. Her hair tied up in a messy bun looked almost red under the sunlight, the few freckles she had on her nose and cheekbones showing more than ever. She was gorgeous to Sirius' eyes. He fantasized about running her tongue and hands all over her body, possessing her against a wall, her legs wrapped around his waist and his lips glued to hers.
"Stop it Sirius!" he told himself. "Just friends, remember?"
He looked up from his magazine to see what his friends were doing. Remus was doing homework on his desk; James and Peter were playing magic chess on Peter's bed. The room was quiet, which was something very rare because they were always messing around, screaming and laughing. You could tell there was a little bit of tension in the room after James told them he'd give up on trying being friends with Lily. He was sick of it, but that would do no good to him. Sirius could see the hurt in James' expression. He was determined to ignore Lily for the rest of the year unless it was strict to talk to her.
"I'm bored" Sirius yawned and got up from bed, leaving the magazine under his pillow and rubbing his stomach, "and hungry. Do you guys want to sneak into the kitchens and grab some food?"
Just then, the door to their bedroom flew open and the two girls that were causing so much trouble to James and Sirius' hearts rushed in, a look of horror in both their faces.
"Whoa! What's wrong?" Peter asked first.
"There... There was someone outside Lily's bedroom window!" Cristina said, gasping for air with both her hands on her knees.
"That's impossible" Remus said. "Her bedroom is fifty feet tall!"
(A/N: I don't know if the measure is correct, I converted 15 meters into feet and it said it was 50 ft? well, please don't mind it if it's not correct :3)
"We're telling the truth!" Lily insisted. "We were talking about those weird dreams we've been having lately and then..."
"Wait, weird dreams?" Sirius asked. "Does this one include last night's nightmare?" he pointed at Cristina.
She looked scared like hell and nodded. Then sat on her bed, and gestured Lily to sit next to her. Sirius sat on his own, giving them all his attention, the other three boys did the same.
"Do you want to tell us about those dreams?" Sirius asked, knowing that they would probably say no.
Cristina and Lily looked at each other and had one of those silent conversations, looking uneasy, and deciding either to tell them or not.
"Fine..." they both sighed.
Lily told them about her nightmare, excluding the truth about her family problems. She had enough with Cristina knowing it. She looked at James from the corner of her eyes and saw him staring back at her, his eyes fixed on hers, a look of worry in them.
"What about yours?" James asked, pointing with his head at Cristina.
She told them about her nightmare, how an unknown man killed her family in it and she couldn't do anything to save them.
"And he told you the same he said in Lily's dream, but in Spanish?" Peter asked, a bit concerned.
Cristina nodded and sighed, having trouble deciding to tell them next the whole truth or not. She looked at the boys and the girl who were looking at her, concern in all of their eyes. They all had been nice to her since she got here. And maybe hers was a really dark and private secret but she had the feeling that she could tell them, she could trust them and they could help her.
"Th- The truth i-is..." she stuttered and sighed, running a hand through her hair and fighting back the tears that threatened to fall down. "Guys, I- I don't know how to say it but-"
"Say what?" Remus asked.
"Mine wasn't just a nightmare. It was a flashback."
"WHAT?!" They all squeaked at the same time.
"When I was nine years old I- I started to notice some strange things were happening to me. Like when I was mad at someone an invisible force would get them and kick them in their butts, making them fall to the floor... That's when I discovered I was a witch. Both my parents are muggles, of course, but my dad... he... he already knew that magic existed because he was the one to tell me what I was. I don't know how or why he knew about it, he just did. And he told me that one day I'd receive a letter from Los Santos telling me I was accepted in their school and they'd teach me everything about magic. But that I couldn't tell anyone about it and that I had to try to control my power because it could be dangerous. One day, when I got home after mum picked me up from my muggle primary school in l'Escala I saw a man talking to my dad in English. He must've been my father's boss, as my dad worked for a company in England and traveled there almost every day. He was scary. They were having an argument.
When the strange man saw me, he tried to pick me up but my big brother came rushing to me and pulled me back before he grabbed me. He was trying to protect me from him. Then he said 'Eres la siguiente, sangre sucia' and killed my family. Just then the door opened a bunch of strangers entered, all wearing wands in their hand and broomsticks in the other. The man immediately banished and I just blacked out. Next thing I know I was in an orphanage in Barcelona. And when I turned eleven I went to Los Santos until now, that I'm here."
They all looked at her with pity on their faces.
"But there's no need to feel sorry for me, I- I have accepted it already. I'm an orphan, but a rich one with a future thanks to my modeling job."
"But you keep having night terrors..." Sirius whispered, almost to himself.
"Yeah, but that's something I can't stop. They're just a reminder of a terrible part of my life. It affected me so much that even when I'm unconscious I keep reminding me of it" Cristina explained.
Lily couldn't help the tears that fell down her cheeks and hugged her. Cristina didn't shake her off, she needed it.
"So you both had similar nightmares and a voice told you the same?" Remus said.
Both girls nodded.
"And just after you told each other a silhouette appeared outside your window?" Peter said.
They nodded again.
"This sounds dangerous" James interfered. "Girls, I think you should tell Dumbledore about it."
"It's almost eleven o'clock now, he must be sleeping already" Lily said. "Plus, we have rounds now, we should get going."
James nodded, knowing how awkward it would be between the two of them while doing rounds. They both got to their feet and left the room wishing their friends good night and closing the door behind them.
Sirius was worried about the two girls. It couldn't be a coincidence that they both had similar nightmares. He was about to say something when he saw Cristina get to her feet, open the window and sitting next to it, lighting a cigarette and putting it into her mouth.
"You smoke?" He asked, shocked.
"Isn't it obvious?" she answered, showing him the cigarette.
"Oh, great!" Remus said. "We didn't have enough with one smoker around us, that now Cristina smokes too!"
"Shut up and go to bed" Sirius snapped back, and took a cigarette from his hidden pocket, making his way next to Cristina and lighting it up.
Much to Sirius' surprise, Remus did as he was told, and so did Peter. In a matter of minutes they both fell asleep.
Cristina and Sirius where both starting on their second smoke when Cristina decided to break the silence.
"I'm sorry for yelling at you at breakfast" she whispered.
"It's okay, I would've reacted the same way" he answered and looked at her. "It must be pretty hard for you to deal with all this shit."
"It is, but, to be honest, I've got used to it" Cristina answered, looking into his eyes, forcing a smile so he could not see the pain she was dealing with.
Sirius could tell she was lying, he could see the truth behind her eyes, and said "You know what's sad about all of this?" he asked her without waiting an answer from her or a small nod. "That you've got used to it. it's something you shouldn't be dealing with, let alone deal with it, y'know?"
Cristina couldn't take her eyes off of him. Why was he so nice to her? Why did he have to be such a gentleman with her? He was so sweet, and nice, and funny, and good-looking, and hot- "Stop it, stop it Cristina!" she told herself. "Just friends, remember? no boyfriends, no romantic feelings towards any boy. Just friendly feelings. Nothing else."
"I- I just don't want to talk about it" she said. "Do you mind if I change the subject?" and without waiting for an answer from him, she just asked "Do you wanna play -Would you rather?-"
Sirius just nodded, knowing the subject was over and not wanting to pressure her anymore.
"Okay, I'll start" she said, inhaling another bit of her cigarette. "Would you rather kiss James or McGonagall's butt-hole?"
Sirius looked quite disgusted at her question and looked for an answer but couldn't find any. Then Cristina said "Just let me say that if you kissed James, who is your best friend, you'd see him every day and be reminded that you kissed his oh-so-kissable-lips. And if you kissed McGonagall's butt-hole The Marauders would remind you of this until the day you die."
"First of all, James' oh-so-kissable-lips? Really? Second, why should The Marauders know about my butt-hole kiss to McGonagall?" He said, making a disgusted face at the thought of kissing either one of them.
Before Cristina could answer, he just left her standing there, cigarette in his hand, and started looking around the room, until he stopped under Remus' bed and took something from under it. He approached Cristina again and took his desk chair to sit next to her, their arms outside the window, so the bedroom wouldn't smell like tobacco. He gestured Cristina to sit on his lap, and although she was having some doubts, she just did what he said.
"What did you get?" Cristina asked.
"Do you know what weed is?" He asked her back.
"Of course I do, man! Do you know that the first thing you learn from a language are swear-words and illegal things?" She answered with a cocky smile on her face, wrapping an arm around his neck and looking down at him. "You gonna give me some, right mate?"
"Hmm... Let me think about it..." He said, resting his chain between his thumb and index finger. "Of course!"
"Shhhhh! Could you just shut up, please?!" Peter yelled from his bed.
"Sorry!" They both answered at the same time and silently laughed.
After some time of playing Would-you-rather and smoking weed, they were both laughing and getting closer and closer until their noses touched and they could feel each other's breaths' on their necks.
"Would you rather kissing James' oh-so-kissable-lips or mine's?" he asked her.
"Although I find James really attractive and really kissable, I find black-haired guys with blue eyes like yours WAY more attractive" with that, she just bent down and closed the space between their lips, savoring his taste. After a few seconds, they both pulled apart and started giggling like crazy.
"We shouldn't have done that" he said, trying to lower his voice as much as possible.
"I know right?" she said in a whisper in his ear, running her left leg above his head just to sit straddling him. "We're just high, things like that always happen between friends when they get high."
He just nodded and kissed her again. Just a brief kiss before getting up, holding her with a hand on her butt and the other on her back, closing the window and leading them to her bed. He was high and horny as hell, but he sure as hell would never try to do anything to her without her conscious permission. He just wanted to lay next to her and wrap her in his arms.
Once they were both lying next to each other, he put her hair behind her ear and murmured "You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen."
But she didn't hear it, she was already fast asleep, cuddling next to him with a huge smile on her face and her lips half-parted. She looked like a sexy devil and a sweet angel at the same time. "Damn, man! You bloke got it hard!" A voice in his head whispered to him. "I know" he thought, "I know."
With that, he fell asleep too and his mind wandered to a parallel universe where he and Cristina would someday be more than friends.
Well, that's it for now! I'll try to post as sooner as possible. I think I'm going to post another chapter next Monday, because with the exchange students and all I don't really have time to write anything. Plus, last Tuesday I bought Insurgent (the sequel to Divergent from Veronica Roth) and I'm so addicted to it that I can't think of anything else. I recommend them to you, they're great. Well, I hope you liked this chapter and that you read my new one on Monday! :)
Att; ~badgirlsneverchange