Previously:

And suddenly the air was whipping around me in a new way as I plummeted towards the forest we had been zooming above. I gasped for breath realizing I only had seconds before I would crash into the hard branches of the trees below me. Closer and closer I came until finally a scream tore through my body as I crashed into the first branch, then hitting the second with my back, the third-the hell if I could pinpoint the pain anymore. Fuck! I reached out blindly to grab onto anything that would stop me. But this move as well didn't turn out in my favor as I felt my right arm dislocate from my shoulder.

Another scream ripped passed my lungs the pain in my body as I crashed to the ground onto a dead shrubbery. My head rolled to the side as I tried to relieve the aching throb that racked my skull after it hit the ground. It didn't surprise me when I found myself quickly losing consciousness but I fought it off for a few more minutes to find the source of stinging pain in my abdomen. Attempting to lift my head was a waste of time so instead I moved my good arm and hand towards the pain. Something hot and wet covered my shirt, blood. Moving closer I felt a rough long object protruding from my stomach. Breathing heavily I gripped the object tightly and attempted to remove it.

"Ahhhh!!!" I could feel the blood crawl its way up my throat, choking me as I coughed it up. A single drop made its way painlessly out the side of the mouth before I found the darkness the kept me from my broken body.

Fuck.

Merlin help me why did every bone in my body vibrate pain? And why was it so hard to breathe? And what for gods sake happened to me?

"Ugh,"

For Merlin's sake it should not hurt to turn your head to the side. A slow ringing in my ears sounded as I tried to remember my last whereabouts because for some reason things were just not connecting. I was high before, and then there was this rush of…of something. Fear. Falling, and then the pain. A whimper crawled up my throat past my lips as it started flashing back before my eyes. Hitting every branch, feeling like it would never end and then hitting the ground. So hard. So hard that I couldn't move, but that wasn't the reason. No, no there was something in me. Oh Merlin.

I could feel my heart pounding furiously against my chest as I opened my eyes to blinding whiteness as my hands frantically roamed my aching abdomen. Until finally, I found the source of the most prominent pain.

"Ungh," my mouth felt so dry and damnit was this much pain really necessary? Wasn't there something to stop it? Anything? Steaming liquid fell down my damp cheeks as I continued to whimper. But the incessant questions concerning my welfare didn't compare to the most important question haunting me; where was I?

My body trembled in fear but this only aroused the pain to a more heightened level. "Hel-help. Puh-lease…" my hand reached out blindly to my side, grasping for anything, anybody.

"Madame Pomfrey! Madame Pomfrey she's awake!!" yelled a masculine voice besides me. My gaze fluttered towards him as he moved into my blurred vision. A halo of dark hair surrounded his roughened face, and worn eyes. Unconsciously my hand rose towards his beautiful features, where I let my weary fingertips graze the stubble of his cheek before letting the wounded appendage drop as if a weight had been placed on it.

"I know …I know your -" a started cough broke through my speech causing me to wince in pain.

"Here," a cool hand wrapped itself around the back of my neck, anchoring it up so my lips could come in contact with something solid. Tipping the instrument I felt the even cooler liquid splash against my lips. My mouth opened quickly and I took grateful swallows of the water. Finally, some kind of sweet relief.

"Thank you," I said in a shaky voice as I continued to look over the boys face. "Do I know you?" his eyes widen along with his mouth, ready to reply with an adorably confused expression on his face.

"Sirius dear I'm going to need you to keep her head up like that so she can drink these potions." My heavy lidded eyes moved towards the new voice and before I got to take a good look my sight was greeted with a lumpy green mixture slowly making its way down the edge of another glass and towards my mouth. The horrid smell of something found in the rubbish bin wafted up my nose and violently I threw my head to the side.

"No way," I growled out, struggling to loosen the grip on my neck but only causing myself further pain.

"Get behind her boy, sit her up," quickly I was being slid forward as the familiar man scooted behind me, putting me in an extremely uncomfortable position.

"I've got you, don't worry," his warm voice whispered close to my ear.

"My stomache-" I choked out in pain before the hideous green mixture was put in my mouth. I attempted to spit out the vile concoction but the healers hand was placed firmly over my lips, keeping them closed.

"Swallow. This is meant to heal your injuries that you still have on the inside of your body. Especially concerning your abdomen. Now, swallow." I did as instructed. And soon three more cups pressing against my lips, each tasting more horrid than the last, until finally I was finished.

Completely exhausted I slumped back against the warm body behind me, whose arms were wrapped securely around my waist. "Who are you?" I asked quietly after the woman finally left. "I know you, don't I?"

"Yes," came his hesitant response. Tears slowly welled up in my eyes as a slow panic started to rise from deep within me.

"I can't remember things…" I whispered as my body began to shake lightly, "I know how I was hurt. And-and I know this is the school I attend; Hogwarts. I'm in the house of the lion thing, and I know I can do magic. This is a school for witches and wizards. And I know I know her too, that woman whose healing me. But I don't remember things I should know like the name of my house, and your name, and her name…my name. Everything just seems out of reach." His arms tightened around me as my breathing started to come out in raspy gasps; while tears feel down my cheeks. "And now I'm getting tired. But I don't want to sleep, because I don't want to forget even more. I don't want to sleep."I said in a slightly hysterical cry. Moving my good hand I gripped onto his arm tightly, nails digging into his flesh. "Please don't make me," I pleaded.

"Shh, I'll be here with you. I won't leave you." He whispered reassuringly past my ear. "Never again, I won't leave you ever again. I promise." Slowly he leaned us back till I was resting on my back with him wrapped completely around my left side. Intertwined in his arms and legs, and warmth, I found comfort. And slowly I allowed sleep to take over.

"…who…" the single word rushed out on a breath from my parted lips.

"I'm your boyfriend," he said after a moment of silence, "Sirius."

"Don't go," I pleaded lightly before closing my eyes, "Sirius."

Whatever words he might have whispered fell on deaf ears as sleep finally overcame me.

"Where am I," I paused, "now?" my question broke the silence I woke up to in a, thankfully, dimly light room.

"You're awake," replied Sirius' relieved voice. His heavy footsteps padding across the floor towards me as I rubbed my sore eyes.

"So it seems," I responded giving him a weak smile before scanning the new room. It was fairly large, with the large bed I was resting in off to in the far corner of the room. A decently sized wardrobe stood directly across from the bed on the opposite wall. Turning I noticed the small lounging area in the middle of the room, a wood burning furnace up against the wall to provide a cozy atmosphere to the warm red and golden hues across the room. Sitting up a bit straighter I turned more fully to notice a nook in the wall containing what seemed to be a kitchenette area, and just to the right of the bed, no more than 5 feet away was another door, slightly ajar. But the most prominent piece in the room had to be the large mirror that took a good portion of the wall as well, completing the room as it was placed in front of a make shift walkway, between the bed and the lounge area.

"How do you feel?" I raised a skeptical eyebrow that had him bustling around towards the lounge area where he retrieved several small bottles.

"Seriously?" I asked scooting back on the bed.

"Yes, seriously," he said in a stern voice advancing on me before reaching out a muscular arm to wrap just slightly around my waist to pull me forward.

"I feel better though," I said in a convincing voice that would have been even better if I hadn't of winced at the end of it.

"Drink," he said uncorking a bottle.

"Mm mm, not gonna happen. That stuff tastes absolutely- hey!" with a heave he pulled me up onto my feet and placed the bottle to my tightly closed mouth.

"I mean it, if you're going to get better Ryleigh. " I stopped my struggles for a moment and looked up at him. My eyes searching his momentarily before speaking;

"That's my name?" Sirius' expression softened.

"Ryleigh Abigail Crosse." Casting my eyes downward I slowly parted my lips and allowed him to pour the medicine down my throat.

"So gross…" I muttered under my breath as I finished the last of the few I had to take. "Could I have a glass of water, anything; anything to get this taste out of my mouth." I requested and Sirius shot off towards the kitchenette, returning at an abnormally fast speed.

"Here," he said shoving the glass towards me. Accepting the refreshing drink I eyed him warily.

"That was like, record speed," I joked with a forced laugh, taking another sip of my water.

"Yea," he said shortly with a small grin, ruffling his hair as well.

"So…"

"You're feeling better?"

"Much," I replied with a shaky smile setting the glass down on the bedside table. Once more my eyes drifted around the unfamiliar room. "Sirius, where are we?"

"Home," my brows met in a quizzical fashion.

"Pardon?"

"This is our suite, its near by the Gryffindor- "(that's the house I was in!)" common room. Just a floor up actually."

"Riiight… so why do we have our own suite?"

"Because we are…under, certain special circumstances." He said slowly.

"What kind of circumstances?" I asked crossing my arms firmly over my chest. His eyes bowed down towards my arms current location to study the area before I finally had to smack his- very well toned- chest in order to gain his attention. "Eyes up here!" I yelled in a high pitched voice that I didn't know I possessed, and blushing furiously.

"Sorry love," he replied not looking sorry at all. Then folding his arms across his own chest rather arrogantly he let his eyes scan my entire body in one full sweep.

"Sirius!" he chuckled and gazed into my eyes with darkened eyes. "What circumstances?" I inquired again, hoping to distract his glazed look.

"I'm a veela," I paused trying to remember things about those specific creatures.

"Really?" I asked, tilting my head quizzically.

"Yes," he answered and was ready to continue on if I hadn't interrupted him.

"But aren't veela's by nature a bit taller than you, and leaner. Your build is more of a muscular bulky one, and they're not so much. If I remember correctly, which I think I do…" I said trailing off a bit, raking my brain to insure these facts that came upon me were correct, before picking back up once again, "And they have softer more feminine features, especially males because they're so rare. Most veela's are female. Blonde hair, blue eyes, porcelain skin. And you are- not that. At all," I said blushing as I did my own once over.

"And how would you describe me then?" Sirius asked taking a step closer to me.

"Um, uh," I licked my lips feeling slightly overwhelmed at his mere presence but continued on, "You're a manly sort of man." I scrunched my nose at my lame analysis while Sirius' eyes danced with amusement. "I don't know. You're strong and muscular. You're tall, but not some towering giant. And I would hardly call your facial features feminine, more like rugged and quite…masculine."

"And are these qualities you like? In a man?" he asked in a husky tone coming towards me once more. Slightly, and only slightly, intimidated I backed up until my knees hit the bed behind me.

"Maybe, I don't really know." Closer he came, achingly slowly, "Um so…how long was I asleep?" I asked moving along the side of the bed. Changing topics, smart idea Ryleigh, throw him off a bit!

"Almost a day," he said nonchalantly. Ignoring my subtle change of topic.

"That's a long time," I commented, grasping onto the post at the end of the bed. An unease settled over me as he stood mere milometer's away. "And how long have we been…er…together?" I asked nervously looking down towards the ground.

"Awhile," his hand came up under my chin to grasp my face in a gentle hold, tilting my head up to look at him. "I haven't left your side since you were admitted into the hospital wing." He confessed bringing his face, his lips, closer towards my own.

"Sirius…"

"Shh, no more talking," and then quite firmly did he press his heated lips upon mine. The rest of his body soon followed suit, trapping me quit effectively against the cherry wood post and himself. I moaned lightly, delighted at the simple pleasure of feeling his warmth slowly consuming me. The hand that cradled my head soon caressed its way towards the back of my neck, moving upwards to grasp onto the tangled web I unfortunately called my hair.

In a move that caught me off guard Sirius pushed his body even more in to mine, his tongue coming to brush against the seam of my lips in a sudden urgency. With a gasp I opened up to feel the smooth sweep of his tongue against the inside of my mouth. This time his groan of approval reached my ears as he tore his heated lush lips off of my thoroughly ravished once to trail a path down my neck. With small nips and bites he licked and kissed the short pains he created away with a talented tongue till he had me whimpering his name.

Which caused him to stop?

Wait…what?

"Did I do something wrong?" I panted, probably completely unattractively, as I brushed away a strand of hair from my face hurriedly.

"No," he growled out after a few moments of silence before he pushed himself away from me and turned his back on me along the way.

"Okay," I replied feeling utterly unsure of what to do next. "I'm not actually sure what the problem is then. Why did you stop? I mean-" I let out a nervous laugh, feeling blood rush to my checks, "I was enjoying myself. I thought-"

"I shouldn't have done that," he said in a scolding tone more to himself than towards me. For some reason this seemed to make sense but before I could dwell on the thought he continued on. "I was taking advantage of you when you don't even know the full situation. Damnit," swiftly walking farther away from me he sent a destructive kick to our innocent love seat sofa.

"Then tell me," I said placing my hands on my chest, "talk to me. Does this have to do with you being a veela? Am I not your…intended? I can't remember what they're called-"

"Mate," came the static reply to my rushed words. A string pulled at my heart at the way his crushed and confused tone greeted me. But what kind of emotion it invoked I couldn't tell you, all I was conscious of was my feet taking me towards the man who was hunched over our abused furnisher.

"Am I not her…?" he turned to look at me then, his conflicted gaze resting upon me and weighing me down.

"You are her,"

"Then what's the problem?" I asked feeling more than confused myself as I took a bold step closer. Reaching a hand out towards him he was quick to react, turning around at a dizzying speed and grasping my wrist tightly.

"Don't, I can't take it. You touching me it's like…it's like some kind of torture," I blinked startled and hurt by his comment. Quickly I tried to tug back my wrist so I could make a hasty retreat to anywhere but here while trying to hold back the tears threatening to fall.

"Well if I had known that I was hurting you-" I tried to explain in some sort of defense but he cut me off quite effectively by pulling me into his body.

"That's not what I meant," he told me with a pained expression.

"Then what-" his forehead came down to rest upon mine as he stared into my eyes.

"Just breathing in the same air as you... Merlin as if that weren't as bad as getting to touch your skin." He shook his head slightly, briefly closing his eyes before his intense stare was back on me, "You have the softest skin I've ever had the pleasure of knowing. Yes, its torture; but it's the sweetest kind. That stirs me up from the inside out leaving me almost absolutely completely out of control." His hand came up to grasp the back of my head, pulling me in impossibly closer as his raged breaths brushed across my face.

"Sirius?" my own breathing becoming erratic at his nearness and then, abruptly, he lifted his lips to my forehead, pressing them down fiercely before walking away once more. This time he headed towards the mirror, giving the golden frame a double tap the glass slid back to allow him his exit.

"I'll be back," he called over his shoulder, giving me one last fleeting glance. And then he was gone, the mirror sliding back into place smoothly as if it never moved in the first place.

I gazed at it helplessly before flopping myself onto the sofa to my side. What the fuck was that? I placed my head in my heads thinking hard at the events that just occurred. Trying to remember something, anything! Because for the life of me I knew I was on the verge of something important. I could feel it in the back of my head, trying to claw its way up to the front of my thoughts. But what? What was that feeling in my heart, that missing piece of the puzzle? I waited in silence, praying for the answer to come to me when I heard the mirror move aside. Looking over my shoulder I found my sight captured by the pretty red head that walked into my room hesitantly. And then it hit me.

"I don't like him," I turned away from her as the knowledge settled in. My words hanging in the air as shadow that hung over both of us instantly. "I don't like Sirius do I?" her eyes caught mine this time as she moved to the chair sitting kitty corner to my seat.

"No," she said shaking her head sadly, "you don't."

A/N: that was a longer one! I'm proud of myself, especially since I was planning on stopping at the kiss! Hehe!!! I hope you enjoyed, and once more;

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter