Part Two: Friend of My Friend

Delilah was a short, slender girl with hair cut short like a boys and a face plain like a boys except for her fierce, feminine blue eyes and lips that looked pursed and childish, but became amazingly long and sensual when she smiled. She did not smile now.

She stopped inside the door. The second she saw his eyes, she knew. "It's true? James and Lily? What about Harry? Is You-Know-Who gone?"

He lifted a hand to silence her. "It's true. James and Lily are dead. Voldemort's gone. They sent Harry to stay with his aunt and uncle."

"Why?" she demanded, suddenly twisting in her knickers. "He should've come to me or you."

"Me," he said.

She bristled.

"But the ministry is going to look into their deaths. There's some question as to how it all happened."

Delilah was suddenly taken back. "How did it happen? Weren't you their-."

With the fiercest look he could manage, he cut her off.

"-How?"

"Peter, not me. He was the secret keeper. I found Snape with them, he might've done it himself or just tortured Peter-."

"No," she said, "I know Severus, he wouldn't do that."

Sirius kicked a chair and he whirled away, crying, "This isn't school! He's a death eater and he has been for years now!"

"Well maybe he wouldn't be if you and James hadn't tortured him!"

He turned to face her with a hand raised and she flinched, though the hand only curled into a fist with one finger accusingly pointing at her as he bellowed, "Don't speak ill of James! We were children then and Snape wasn't the angel you took him for!"

She stumbled back, shaken, and collapsed against the door. "I hate you," she hissed. "I've always hated you." Delilah was sinking down the door as her legs collapsed. Everything sank in. "James and Lily, oh my God. How could this have happened?"

Sirius collapsed into a chair and set his head in his hands. The next second the tears flooded over uncontrollably, and he whimpered into his palms, "It's my fault. I said we should make Peter the secret keeper. I should have known he wasn't strong enough, it should have been me."

Then he was just shaking silently and the only sounds were the crackle of the fire and the occasional plop of a tear on the table. Delilah wiped her cheeks. Lily had been her best friend. She and Sirius were old enemies, but she moved over to him and almost reached out. It was too unnerving, though, seeing the walls and posturing gone. She didn't know what she was doing in a world without Lily and James.

In the end she just stood near Sirius and eventually set a hand on his shoulder.

"Don't, Princess," he snapped, and stood so that he could walk to the fire, turning his back on her. Sirius said darkly, "They think I killed James and Lily. They think I killed James and Lily! It makes sense that it would be me. It should've been me, not Peter, and no one else knows differently."

"So we'll find Peter. If he's alive, he can explain everything, if he's not then we can probably tie it to Voldemort."

"God," he breathed. "Peter might be dead, too. I can't even-. Why would you help me?"

"Because I'm a good person," she said simply.

"Hm," he huffed, amused. "That's always annoyed me about you."

"It's always annoyed me about me, too."

"Delilah," he said.

She looked up.

"I'm sorry."

"-Don't."

"I have to, they might throw me in Azkaban."

"I really wish you wouldn't," she said tensely.

"I wish I'd said yes. I did it because other people didn't like you, not because I didn't. And then I made up that horrible excuse, you must've been humiliated. I hate to think we didn't have to hate each other all this time, we could've been friends."

After a second, she murmured, "I still would've hated you."

He huffed a pathetic laugh and turned back to the fire.

Then with a grand sigh, he turned and strode across the room to her, catching her tiny face in his hands and lowering his lips to hers.

Delilah was frozen for a moment, she couldn't even close her eyes, then a natural reaction seized her and she fit her lips to his like a puzzle piece, letting her body sink against his. A part of her didn't understand how they had gone from what they were to a warm, moist kiss, but really it didn't matter.

Her hands were shaking a she reached up to take control of the situation, reflecting the trembling of her heart and eyelids as she pinched them shut; almost pained by restraining herself. But her hands found his and brought them down to wrap around her. He pulled her body tighter against his -their hips met as a good percentage of her was legs- and when the kiss broke, Delilah was panting. Their chests were pressed together; she could feel his warmth through her shirt and it was exhilarating. No one had touched her chest or hips before, or kissed her.

And why is that? She asked herself. Because you're in love with him. You've been in love with him for years.

She dragged him back to her and kissed him passionately, opening her mouth to let his tongue pass into her. The effect was dizzying. Next thing she knew, Delilah was pushing down his sport coat and allowing him to steer her to the bed.

Sirius wasn't thinking much... only that he'd wanted her for a long time and now he had her. Laying her down on the bed seemed like a dream. The skin he found at the small of her back was smoother than he'd ever imagined; even the slightly perfumed scent of her struck a chord of longing.

And they kept their hips locked tightly together, creating friction. Delilah even spread her legs slightly to get him closer, though the action caused a furious blush to paint her cheeks.

"Go slow," she breathed.

He drew back. "You're... sure you want to do this?"

She nodded and caught a breath, wrapping her legs around his waist to bring him against her, where her flesh reacted as if she'd been hit with an electric current. It was terrifying; but felt so natural and pleasant that the fear melted away. Combined with his lips moving over her jaw down to the milky skin of her neck, the events of the night before were forgotten.

Sirius unbuttoned the blouse she wore with calm, confident fingers. For a second it felt very surreal for Delilah, looking up at a man she'd dreamed about on many occasions, actually pulling her closer and sliding the blue shirt down off her shoulders, immediately pressing his lips to the freshly exposed skin. Then he slid his tongue along the dip in her clavicle, making her shiver.

The fire was filling the room with blistering heat and between the two of them there wasn't room for breathing.

She tore off his shirt and shivered again. Her hands explored the slender form of him; all the peaks and the dips between the smooth panels of his chest, then down to his stomach and even boldly dipping into the front of his jeans to drag him against her. A surge of pleasure rushed through her tense muscles from the impact; and his length strained against the barriers between them.

"Take those off," she murmured between hot kisses. "Hurry up."

"What happened to slow?" Sirius began removing her jeans, still looking into her eyes for an answer.

"It's been ten years," she said breathlessly, shimming out of the waist then bending as he tugged the legs down. "That's slow enough." And she bent forward, grabbing his face to drag him into another desperate kiss.

He almost lost his balance where he was perched on his knees between her legs. He didn't want to stop, but wanted to get on with it; needed to. So he shoved her back. Delilah fell on the bed and bounced slightly, letting a giggle escape that she smothered a moment too late; then bit her lip and they each took a moment to remember that painful heaviness they were escaping.

He positioned himself over her and kissed her deeply, then slid down her body and unhooked her blue, cotton bra with the tiny lace bow in the center that looked so delicate and pure.

Her breasts were small, perfect porcelain round shapes. One of the points he rolled softly between two fingers, while the other he attacked with his mouth.

The high squeak that came from Delilah made him pause. It was partly a noise of pleasure, as the feel of his tongue sent a pang of pleasure reverberating down her spine, but partly she was trying not to laugh.

"Tickles," she explained.

His teeth scraped along her nipple a moment later and she whimpered, lifting her hips. She was open to him and could feel moisture between her legs, a very exciting realization in itself.

She brought her hands up to run them through her hair, stifling fear that suddenly scrabbled at the walls of her heart. Sirius was moving down her body, and the situation suddenly seemed too real.

His hands slid along her thighs, fingertips dipping into the soft, moist skin behind her knees to spread her legs, wide enough for his shoulders between them. Then his teeth were scraping her hip bone, which caused her to gasp sharply. The sensation echoed on the other side, and she couldn't look.

Delilah was having irrational worries. Worries about doing something wrong, of him rejecting her, even worrying that everything might not be right with her.

His lips pressed the smooth skin above her french-cut shorts, then his teeth had hooked the top and he was sliding them down. She stole a glance and found him smiling softly; determinedly; there was a quiet intensity in everything about him, and she found it very arousing.

He bowed his head into her heat.

Delilah moaned uncontrollably. The new sensations hit her in massive waves every instant that his lips or tongue moved or flicked at her in a different way. Then his hands came into play.

His wonderful hands.

His fingers spread her open to expose her clitoris, sliding his tongue over it and alternately encasing it in his lips to suck gently, rhythmically.

Delilah bit into her palm but that hardly stopped the scream that tore out of her throat. With her eyes squeezed tightly shut, the focused on breathing.

In, out. In out. F-!

Another squeak dissolved into uncontrollable moans as he pressed one finger into her, barely. Her walls gripped at him as he slid in up to the second knuckle. The stretching that bordered on too much sensation and the pleasant ringing coming from the area being massaged by his tongue mingled, she couldn't tell them apart so she took it all.

Sirius flicked her again with his tongue. His finger began to plunge deeper into her opening, rubbing with so much impossible gentleness against her walls that made process torturous and slow. But with every change in angle or slight graze of her flesh, he read her expression until he found a place that made her cry out his name and squirm so that she was further impaled on his slender finger.

"Sirius-!"

The gasp was pretty and dizzying. He felt his hardness twitch against the harsh confines of his jeans, and pressed himself into the mattress, groaning at the assault of his senses.

The scent of her, that lovely perfume and heavy arousal, the taste of her pure, untouched, the sounds she's making for you, and how you can see her walls quiver, how soft they are.

He drew back a moment to catch his breath, and shook his head to clear the thoughts, naturally moving his hips in time with her clenching depths.

How soft she is; you'll be buried inside her soon, but you have to make it good for her.

Another thought struck him, as introspective thoughts tend to do at inconvenient times.

She wouldn't be the first to regret you... You can't let her regret you.

That one finger was still inside her, so he returned to stroking the spot that made her scream and sucked on her again, alternating at first then losing any focus or pattern and just toying with her mercilessly. Her arms covered her face in a useless display of shyness, and it drove him mad.

Let me see you, he pleaded silently.

Delilah was only seconds away from sobbing desperately for him to stop teasing and give her what she wanted when everything tightened and then released with superb pleasure spiraling out in every direction. And her arms had fallen away to claw the bedsheets, so Sirius could see the sublime look on her face, her mouth agape, her eyes shut tight in pleasure or pain or both which only made him heat up more. Then she was blinking sleepily, those blue eyes, not particularly extraordinary but home to many secrets he'd studied when she wouldn't catch him looking.

Just now he crawled up from her hips to hang over her, kissed her a few times to bring her back to Earth and studied her eyes as they landed on him. They were unreadable.

"If you want to stop here for today-."

"-We're not nearly done," she breathed, and her hands found the button and zipper of his jeans, undoing them.

When he slid them off, Delilah couldn't help but to steal a glance at his length. The action felt indecent and erotic and made her shudder. She didn't really know much regarding size, but it seemed about right. A strange fear seized her again; that was supposed to fit inside her. As he tore the foil wrapper on a condom, she reached to stop him, and took the circle in her hands.

With trembling hands, she placed it at his head and unrolled it slowly down his length. Sirius shut his eyes, breathing slowly as her fingers trailed along him, then gasped when she palmed him tentatively.

They moved together again. He was over her, fitting his body so close that their parts lined up and the tip of him teased her entrance, his weight pinning her down tight so there was friction everywhere.

Delilah could hardly breathe. Her lungs locked up as he began to push inside her. When they had just began, it felt Heavenly, the muscles stretching to fit him like they were connecting with the Earth and like she could feel both of their magic flowing through her.

And the process was slow, tortuously slow.

But he went so slowly that the sensation wasn't filled with pain, only occasionally flicking toward unpleasant. It didn't hurt that her passage was so slick from his earlier assault, either.

A few minutes into the process, she felt full, but there was still a lot of his length to fit inside.

Sirius withdrew, then began to ease back in again. He started his hands roaming over her; spreading moisture along her thighs in artistic swirls and then touching her aching nipples. One of his arms wrapped under her back to lift her to a better angle. And pushing himself into her again, this time he went a little deeper, stretching her more, but again he withdrew.

"Sirius, please," she pleaded.

He paused a moment, then repositioned himself over her, laying them both flat again. He shoved her knees further apart so he could fit and have access to her. One arm he brought up, skimming his fingers over her temple before twisting them up into her hair, holding her still. He pushed into her again. When he reached the point he had before, he slowed a moment, easing forward only so that the area beyond the reaches of his length quivered in anticipation.

Giving a sharp tug on her hair, he bit down over her collar bone hard enough that she yelped, simultaneously twisting her leg up around him so that her center stretched and he sank all the way into her. The pain was worse in that spot, but with the bite she hardly noticed, only catching the fading waves of aftershock that alone were enough to make her walls start to tighten.

She almost laughed, wiggling her hips to test the connection out. He kissed the indents his teeth had left, soothingly running his tongue over them.

"I'm sorry," he murmured.

"No," she panted, smiling. "This is magic-, you're magic-."

She pushed herself up to kiss him a few times, which brought him back into the moment.

So this is official, now, she thought. I have a lover. I am a lover. How marvelous.

They started to move together. He supported himself on his elbows, rocking his hips into hers in smooth, fluid motions. And examining her reactions, he realized he could go harder and deeper. His erection rubbed the nerve endings inside her on the way in and on the way out, bringing them all to life. Delilah felt only pleasure, and Sirius felt he was losing his mind; she was the softest, warmest, tightest space he'd ever occupied, squeezing him like a sheath.

She draped an arm over one of his shoulders, trailing gentle fingertips along as he moved, so they tickled the small of his back up to between his shoulder blades. And she wrapped her legs around his hips, dragging him more harshly into her.

His breath hitched. He moaned softly into her neck.

She returned the notion in a whimper when he thrust into her again.

They froze.

He thrust sharply, then they stilled.

Another thrust, and Delilah squeaked at the impact that shoved her an inch higher on the bed.

He violently pushed himself into her again. She was now scrabbling for a grip on him and biting her lip to hold in the whimpers that didn't seem to want to stop.

Another thrust, she slid higher, Sirius reached up to anchor one hand on the headboard, the other clamping down on her hip with crushing force that would bruise tomorrow, but she wanted him to squeeze tighter.

"I'm sorry," he breathed, letting go.

"Don't stop," she said, and grabbed his hand to place it at her hip again.

He nodded his agreement and held tightly, then gave another thrust. With his weight crushing down on her she felt encompassed and smothered nicely, and the intense heat caused beads of sweat to form on her chest, between the peaks of her breasts. He bowed his head to lap at them, needing to taste her again and consume a bit of her.

He gave a thrust and a squeak broke lose from her lips. Pain flickered back into the sensation, where it had hurt the most when he pushed in. But she didn't want that to stop, either.

He dropped down to her level again, kissing her, working to spread her legs further apart and push deeper.

"Hm," she hummed pleasantly.

Sirius pinned both of her hands firmly to the bed, then started to piston into her again with a twisting motion. She strained at his grip, enjoying the feeling of being helpless more than she would have liked, but combined with him slamming into her she unraveled again with a near-scream. Her walls clenching down made him echo her orgasm, hissing quietly and shutting his eyes a moment.

Author's note: Thanks for reading, please review? Please? More story next chapter, more dueling, more Snape, sides are chosen.

Dory voice: And I shall call them Delirius and they shall be mine. And they shall be my Delirius.