Sun, the Moon and Stars Chapter 19: detention, lines and avarda me now, a harry potter fanfic

Please let me know what you think!

"You both know why you are here don't you."

Sure I did. It was half past eight on Christmas Eve and I was in detention with Sirius for accidentally hitting Minnie in the face with a giant snowball.

"Sure Minnie."

"Sirius!"

"Its all right Miss di Angelo. Nothing I can say or do can stop him and really I think I've wasted enough of my life putting him in detention."

That's not at all confusing is it.

"You will be doing lines that I have written on the board." She nodded at the blackboard behind her desk and sat down.

Arrrggghhh! This is all Sirius's fault. Why did he have to be so annoying and hard to argue with and damn sexy.

I wrote the line.

'I must not throw snowballs at my wonderful, amazing, incredible, intelligent transfiguration teacher, Professor McGonagall, who is much wiser than I am and does not deserve to be ambushed while she was peacefully crossing the courtyard.'

I made a face. Trust Minnie to write a sentence that would take me half a year to write.

I wrote it again.

And again.

And again

Sirius hadn't so much as picked up his quill.

I must not throw snowballs…

I could feel his eyes on me

I must not throw snowballs…

I was going to go mad if I had to write that again.

I must not throw snowballs…

KNOCK KNOCK

I jumped and looked up to see a small first year cowering by the door. Minnie looked up and nodded at her to enter.

"P-p-please Miss. It's P-p-p-peeves M-miss. On the f-first f-floor. M-m-mister F-filch s-s-said t-t-t-to g-get you."

I don't remember being that terrified of Minnie when I was a first. But then again, there's a lot of things from first year I don't remember like why I decided to hate Sirius.

Minnie let out a long sigh and shot us a look that plainly said 'Break anything and I'll nail you to a tree' then followed the firsty out into the corridor.

I must not throw snowballs…

Sirius didn't even try to keep up the illusion that we weren't alone in a soundproofed classroom on a deserted floor with miles of corridors between me and any other person.

I must not throw snowballs…

I did

I must not throw snowballs…

"Look at me"

I must not throw snowballs…

Just ignore him.

I must not throw snowballs…

"Look at me!"

I must not throw snowballs…

Not listening.

I must not throw snowballs…

"LOOK AT ME DAMN YOU BEFORE I THROW YOU OUT OF THIS CONVENIENT LOOKING WINDOW THAT JUST HAPPENS TO BE RIGHT NEXT TO ME AND ARTEMIS SIZED!"

I looked at him.

He swung back on 2 legs of his chair and looked at me. He looked, perish the thought, serious.

I kinda missed his smirk.

"We need to talk."

The bottom dropped out of my stomach, those are seriously the most terrifying words in any language in this cosmos. Forget 'Miss di Angelo, Come With Me' this outstripped this by at least three hundred and ninety six miles. This was off the chart.

"There's...There's nothing to talk about." Why am I stammering? And why was he so tall? I was at a definite disadvantage having to crane my neck just to look into his face. Even when we're sitting down.

I pushed my chair back and stood up so I was now looking down on him. My elation at this however was short lived. The (Insert whatever nasty swear word that you want here because I'm not allowed to exceed the T rating) curse forced him to his feet too so now he was even taller than when he started.

Bother

He was so close to me, I could have counted his eyelashes. Way closer than the curse made us be. I dropped my gaze to my feet.

"Why don't you just admit you like me and go out with me? It wouldn't kill you do admit it."

It damn well might

"I can't admit what isn't true." I lied. Bugger, I was doing the foot staring thing again.

He reached out with one hand and lifter my chin with one long finger.

"Look me in the eyes and tell me you don't like me." He whispered.

"I...I" I stuttered, but the silver spell was drifting over me, like mist over water, obliterating every other thought except looking into those grey eyes forever.

And then he was kissing me.

I can't describe that word. It was like sunshine and starlight and moonbeams on water. Like hope and happiness and never being alone. Like fireworks and the start of the holidays and just being with the people I love.

The people I was including Sirius with.

It was like eternity, yet I knew I could never describe it again. Just my hands around his neck and his, one at my waist, pulling me closer, the other at my hair, pulling out the tie that held it back. I felt it cascade down my back, so long that it reached my waist, felt his hand bury in it, supporting my head. I could feel his lips, soft and gentle, so different from that day at the lake. Gentle, yet firm, never letting me go, leaving me breathless.

The fog was coming down over my mind, Sirius. I couldn't kiss Sirius. I couldn't remember why but there was that tiny part of my mind that told me I hated Sirius and couldn't kiss him. I couldn't push myself away from him, I couldn't pull away my lips. Legs, something about knees. Knee him.

He caught my leg before I even got half way, pulling it around his waist.

"17 and already predictable." He murmured against my lips, his cool breath making me dizzy.

What the hell, I pulled him closer, sliding my hands through his hair, kissing him more urgently. He bit back a moan and his hand slid up my back underneath my shirt.

What the hell.

I slid one of my hands out of his hair and down to his waist, sliding it up under his own untucked shirt, touching his rock solid abs that I seen so many times.

"Hem"

I undid the buttons on his shirt and slid it over his shoulders, letting it drop to the floor, and rubbed my hands ever his muscles more urgently, yanking him closer, moaning his name.

"Hem"

He gasped something unintelligible against my lips and seized my other thigh, pulling it around his waist so I was straddling him.

"Hem!"

His hand found the bottom of my shirt, teasing me, pulling at the buttons. I felt him smile beneath my lips, felt my shirt slide off one of my shoulders.

"MR BLACK, MISS DI ANGELO CONTAIN YOURSELVES!"

Minnie screamed at us.

Oh Shit!

We pulled away from each other so fast you could practically see the steam. I yanked my shirt back up and pulled my skirt back down to a respectable length. Stepping backwards…

Straight into the discarded chair.

And that is how I found myself flying through the air 'til I came to a loud, humiliating and incredibly painful stop of my back on the floor a good metre way from where I'd started.

SHIT SHIT SHIT!

Minnie was staring first at me on my arse on the floor, then at Sirius, still topless, hair rumpled, a mixture of downright fury, shock, and confusion on her face.

She sat down heavily at her desk.

"Go. Just go!"

We ran for it. Or at least I didn't stop running. Sirius did.

He caught my arm as we turned a corner on the fourth floor. I skidded to a halt and backed up against the wall, feeling something digging into my back as he grabbed my arm.

A door knob. Hopefully leading to some crowded place where I could escape Sirius Black.

And my confused heart.

"Twinkle, " His voice was soft and low. How could I never have noticed how good it sounded when he said my nickname. Not teasing, just affectionate. "Go out with me?"

What the hell? It was Christmas Eve and the attachment charm was broken.

Anything was possible.

"Yes!"

I turned the door knob behind me and we tumbled into the deserted broom closet behind it.

And I'm not going to tell you what kissing Sirius Black was like, partly because by that time my brain had shut down completely making think impossible, and partly because, well...

I can have my secrets too right?