AN: Not JK Rowling.
The rest of the afternoon passed without much incident. We cleaned the drawing room as best we could. Some things we found were just plain bad like a decanter filled with blood, an ugly gold locket that no one could open and an old snuffbox that violently bit Sirius. He repaired his hand almost immediately but I was still shaken from the incident.
He smiled at me when the others were preoccupied and my stomach did another flip. He laughed at some of the antics the others did but he watched me in a certain way that made me squirm a bit. He laughed and joked with Fred and George, told Harry about his parents, helped Ron with some girl advice and healed Ginny's leg when the writing desk in the corner of the room jerked violently.
George found an old record player in the corner and put a record on. Music played through the room and the guys groaned as a slow waltz came on.
"How do you even dance to something like this?" Fred asked seemingly annoyed at the slow pace.
"It's not that hard." I said moving my feet to the slow beet. My eyes closed automatically and I could easily see myself dancing with my dad. He had taught me how to dance when I was younger.
Warm hands wrapped around my waist and my eyes snapped open. Sirius had pulled me into his arms and was now spinning me around the room. He smirked and slowly waltzed with me around the room.
"She is right you know its not that hard its a simple one two three one two three." The music abruptly stopped. Remus was standing next to the record player and he didn't look amused.
"Dinners ready." He looked pointedly at Sirius' hands that were still on my waist, shook his head and left.