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The sunlight streamed over her face as Aly woke. The sharp white linens told her she wasn't in her own bed. She went to sit up, but she found that her head was too heavy. Plus, her balance was off due to a heavy weight on her leg.
She turned her head to the side and saw Sirius beaming at her from the next bed over.
"What?" her voice was dry and cracked.
"Fun times, huh?" he asked, but added, "Thank God you finally woke up."
She closed her eyes again.
"Your dad's been frantic. Lily too."
"How is Lily?" Aly asked with urgency, eyes flying open.
"She's fine," Sirius assured her. "They got back to the castle without any problems."
"And you?"
"Fine and dandy," he said.
"Then why are you still here?" she wondered out loud.
"Well, I'm fine but slightly damaged."
She let out a deep sigh from her nose and closed her eyes.
"No one died," Sirius told her a softer tone. "Only two shops were damaged and neither was serious."
"That's good," she mumbled, tightening her eyelids.
"You got the worse of the battle wounds."
She said nothing in reply.
Suddenly, Sirius was next to her on the bed. "You almost lied to me." His voice was thick with pain.
She opened her eyes. He looked pained and not from the "damage" done to him.
"You almost left me."
"I never promised not to leave you," Aly informed him.
He was silent for but a moment, and then in a hushed tone pleaded, "Promise me now."
She looked at him for a moment before she whispered, "Are you sure you don't want a relationship with me?"
He pursed his lips together and Aly continued, "Cause we keep going down this road..."
"Yes. Yes, I do." Aly turned her head, as quickly as it would allow, to look at him. "But, I can't do it." He lowered his gaze in embarrassment.
"Why not?"
He turned tortured eyes upon her, "I can't do it. I'm not a good person."
Aly opened her mouth to argue, but he stopped her, "I'm not a good guy. I would never be faithful. I have wandering eyes. I see a conquest and I take it. I can't lose our friendship just because you're another conquest on my list. I won't do it."
Aly nodded, feeling dirtied by being called a conquest. She always thought there was more to Sirius than that.
"And what if I want to be a conquest," Aly asked, trying to measure his response.
His intake of breathe told her that this was not what he wanted to hear or at least not at the present moment.
She sat up, her head not as heavy now that sleep had worn off. She reached out and gently touched his face. She wasn't sure why she was doing it, she didn't really want to be a conquest, but she couldn't stop. She ran her fingers down his cheek and at his chin turned his face towards her.
The next thing she felt was his hands on the side of her head and his lips on hers. He was moving urgently, but Aly wasn't about to complain. The feeling running through her was exhilarating. He climbed up on the bed, straddling one of her legs. His lips left hers and found her neck. Aly let him take control mostly because she didn't really know what to do. All she knew was that she didn't want him to stop.
His hands wound up into her hair and she threw her head back. He placed gentle pecks of kisses along her collarbone, and Aly was surprised by his sudden tenderness. Her breathe left her body and, before she catch it, his mouth was back on hers. She moved her hands to grab the bottom of his shirt and tugged it up, feeling every bit as ready to be taken right there. They tangled up as he pushed her back against the pillows.
Suddenly, the hospital door opened with a creak and Sirius feel off of the bed. Aly tried to straighten herself out, pushing down her hair, as her father and the nurse entered. Sirius jumped up, shoving his shirt back into his waistband.
"Hello, Mr. Black," Dumbledore greeted him genially. "Are you alright? You look flushed."
He merely nodded, and said, "I think I'm ready to go back to the tower now."
The nurse rushed up to him and began to inspect him.
Dumbledore turned a happy face upon his daughter who was still disheveled and flustered. "Alyson, you're finally awake."
She merely sent him what she hoped appeared to be a smile. Sirius was cleared and rushed past the two of them out the door.
"Mr. Black," Dumbledore stopped him.
He halted, his shoes squeaking on the tile floor.
"I never thanked you for staying on top of Aly."
Sirius nodded to show he heard and left with a slight reddening of his ears. Obviously, the headmaster hadn't realized that Sirius was literally on top of her just minutes before.
He turned back to Aly, "What is wrong with him?"
"He said he hadn't slept much," Aly lied.
"How are you?" Dumbledore asked.
"Fine. Can I go to the tower?" Aly asked quickly.
He eyed her with apprehension. "We'll see."
Aly sighed and fiddled with the blanket on her bed. Her mind was filled with so many questions. What had just happened? What had taken over her? What would've happened if they hadn't been interrupted? What had been running through Sirius' mind? And the one that bothered her the most, what was he thinking now?