Okay so first off as always I don't own the Harry Potter or Merlin characters or anything in the fandom. I'm just a girl writing her little story. Please don't sue. I make no profits, only pain and pwithp for myself and my readers.

TWS: This basically just a smutty chapter. So, descriptions of sex (specifically oral), some light bdsm dynamic, also biting and blood!

As always, please enjoy.

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"Are you sure, love?" Sirius whispered against my lips when we finally had to stop for air. "You can say no. We won't do anything you don't want; we don't have to do anything at all."

All of these words were said between gentle kisses as he worked his way across my jaw. He was holding himself above me but my breath was so ragged, my chest brushed his as I was reduced to a panting mess beneath him. When I continued to say nothing Sirius misunderstood and began to pull away. I held him to me—one hand pressing his chest and stomach into mine, the other tangling in his hair to direct his ear to my lips.

But I didn't use them to speak. I let him listen to my ragged breathing as I used our mental connection to speak directly into his mind.

I want you to stay with me. Here, just like this.

Sirius melted at the words, still carefully holding himself up to not crush me with his newly bulked up body. But every one of those new muscles relaxed as if for the first time since they were transformed at the lake.

Always. His voice was warm and heavy with the weight of his vow, caressing my mind like velvet.

That wasn't a normal memory, was it?

No. It was not, but I think you know that, don't you Little Feather?

Why didn't you tell me?

I told you it would be trippy, didn't I? Sirius shrugged above me.

I pulled my head away to glare at him properly. When his body began to shake with his poorly constrained amusement, I tried to wiggle out from beneath him.

"I couldn't tell you what I didn't know." Sirius answered, then admitted somewhat guiltily, "Though I did have my suspicions as well as doubts. Emma told me that when I visited the memory with you it would be different. She was very sure it would happen."

"How was it different?" I insisted, unable to let my frustration go so easily.

"Well, for one thing, there was no meeting of our future versions of us in the lake. It was just your mother and myself as I was at that time. And you in the lake, as you are now." Sirius paused, pushing up so he could really look down at me. "Or as you were before, I suppose."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm not the only one who left the lake physically transformed, is all." Sirius said casually and then in an instant, as if aware of potential landmines, began sputtering. "You look as beautiful as you always do. As the image and standard of beauty that has always existed in my mind since the day I first saw you in those waters. But you look different than you did an hour ago."

"What are you going on about?" I laughed, as confused as I was charmed.

"Go on, then." Sirius sighed, pushing himself off of me. As he made himself comfortable on his back, he pointed in the direction of the bathroom. "You won't believe me. Look for yourself."

Too curious to fight him on the flippant dismissal, I pulled myself off the bed. I squeaked at the shock of my stocking feet touching the cold floor, sending me into a scamper across the room. I glanced back at the sound of a predatory growl to find Sirius' heated gaze traveling up my body. When his eyes met mine, they narrowed into a glare. It would have looked angry except his lips curled into a breathtaking grin, exposing his shiny, slightly sharp canines. He nodded his chin in my direction, to where I hovered at the doorway.

Go. Now. While you still can. The words were as menacing as his glare and furrowed brows, but the tone was as seductive as his smirk. You have two minutes before we finish what you started.

I had nothing eloquent to say. No witty banter or innuendo. Nothing but caught breath and a fierce blush to offer him in reply. So I nodded and turned my back to him again. This time when I walked, it was with slow, deliberate steps. Although I certainly would store that predator's instinct reaction for later exploration. For now, I might as well see what he meant by looking different.

I didn't feel any different.

But as soon as I turned the corner and glanced up to see my reflection, I understood. I understood a new meaning of speechless. Somehow I had changed in the last hour. I was barely recognizable as myself. I was the version of me I had seen dying in the lake. The most beautiful version of myself that I saved.

I reached my hand to the glass, bringing myself closer to examine the new dimensions of my face. My eyes were wider, brighter, greener with distinct flecks of gold throughout. My lips filled out, spread wider and more defined. My cheekbones cut sharper than before, my jaw narrowed.

But it was my hair that made me feel the most different. My signature pin straight hair that reached down my back was transformed to unruly curls that only reached past my shoulder blades. Instead of the pale, corn husk blond I was fond of, my new textured hair was also a new color—signature Malfoy white-blond.

As I moved my hand to feel my new curls, my focus was finally brought to my full reflection. My eyes initially skirted over my body, choosing to ignore it in the ridiculous get up of lace and leather that made me feel like a little girl playing dress up in her mother's lingerie.

But what I saw now in the mirror made me glance down at my physical body. Surely I could not have overlooked such a drastic change.

Normally I would have expected a snarky comment from one of the sisters about how I was too distracted by the change in Sirius' body to notice any on my own. I was thankful they had been quiet but it was suspicious.

The body that was somehow now mine, filled out this outfit better than even Romona's had. Neviah, perhaps kinder with her words, was just as ruthless with her scheming, just as competitive and cunning as her sister. Neviah knew that the body I now had, dressed as she saw fit for my first night with Sirius, would win this bet. The bet the sisters placed about Sirius and I that somehow Fred managed to include himself in the wager.

I was still my same height, but instead of my willowy frame (read: bony and flat as a board), I had the curves of a woman. Altogether, the effect made me look years older. Like I had aged up years while Sirius aged down. I certainly felt older as I watched my hands cup my breasts to get used to the feeling of them not being able to fit in my hands. My lace covered thighs rubbed together as I shifted to try and watch myself from all angles, drawing a gasp from my lips.

For the second time this night, a low growl from behind was the only warning I had before Sirius descended on me. His hand reached out to grip my hip, pulling my body into his and then moving so that his entire forearm was wrapped around my waist, keeping my body pressed into his. His other hand reached up my neck, snaking into my new curls so he could pull my head to the side. He positioned me so that I could see where his lips were hovering over my exposed neck, pointedly not touching me.

When I let out a huff of impatience, his lips curled into a smirk and I watched myself shiver as his breath teased my neck. I began to squirm against him when the breath of his self-satisfied snickering tickled my neck.

Did you like it when I bit you earlier? His teeth now grazed my skin, moving ever so gently against my flushed skin.

I closed my eyes at the sensation. Begging for the strength not to collapse under the weight of my desire. I pressed my palms into the counter as I leaned back into his body with more bravado than I thought myself capable of at the moment.

Do you want me to bite you again? Sirius' grip on my hair tightened, pulling my neck in tighter. With his dark hair and pale skin, he looked every bit the aristocratic vampire of fantasy romance novels.

I nodded my head as much as his grip would allow, which was not at all. I felt Sirius' smile against my skin at my struggle.

Use your words. Sirius taunted, removing his mouth so that I couldn't feel the warmth of his breath. He kept his eyes locked on the reflection of mine. One perfectly sculpted eyebrow arched in challenge.

"Bite me." I couldn't help but sass him, swishing my hips ever so slightly. The way his grip on my hip tightened to keep me still against his suddenly stiff body told me all I needed to know.

That's right, love. You asked for trouble and you've earned it. Sirius' light tone did not match the intensity in his gray eyes as they narrowed. Neither did the grim smile on his face, or the lightning quick way he moved.

When his teeth pierced my skin, drawing blood to the surface in a painful rush I questioned many things. Mostly if I had been naive enough to miss the signs of Sirius being a literal vampire. I didn't dare question why the sounds coming out of my mouth were cries of pleasure instead of indignation. Certainly didn't stop to think about why the sight of my blood joining and creating new patterns with the lace was such a beautiful sight. Why it made a tingling rush of weightlessness flutter in my stomach. Why a flash of desire struck with each lap of his tongue over the bloodied lace.

When he pulled away, I groaned in disappointment that surprised us both. He flashed me a bloody grin as my face colored in embarrassment. Unable to form words of question or reprimand, I watched Sirius's slide his hand up my body before removing it. He placed his wrist to his bloody mouth and bit down, drawing blood from his body and a gasp from mine.

"What are you doing?" I croaked. My voice caught as much as my breath as I watched him lap at his own wrist.

He didn't answer. He simply flashed me another menacing grin, tight lipped and bloodier than before. He used his injured hand to pull my face to his. I was transfixed on my lack of horror, on how beautiful he looked, not on the bloody mess he was making of us both.

Sirius was kissing me before I realized. My mouth immediately opened to him, forgetting about the blood. For just a second because as soon as my lips parted his tongue darted inside. With his tongue came a wave of blood, my tongue was coated in the taste of hot rust.

I reflexively started to pull away from the kiss but I didn't have to. Sirius broke the kiss but immediately replaced his lips with his hand. He was forcing my mouth shut, to keep the blood inside. With one of his hands still in my hair and the other on my chin, he began tipping my head back.

"Swallow, love." Sirius' tone was soft and smooth, calm as a pond. His eyes were dark clouds, electric and promising a storm. "Every last drop, like the good girl I know you are."

When I shivered at his words, I involuntarily swallowed as well. The mixture of our blood slid down my throat in two gulps but left a coating on my tongue and teeth.

"Good girl." Sirius praised, his hand leaving my cheek to stroke my cheek affectionately.

I shivered again, this time at myself. My own reaction scared me. I should be appalled, not aroused. I should be pushing him away, not pulling him closer.

Kissing Sirius while our mouths tasted of each other's blood had to have been the most depraved thing I have ever been involved in. It was dark and taboo, yet it was consensual.

"Tell me what that was." I asked between kisses. Only curious now that I admitted to myself I have no interest in stopping him.

He nodded, kissing me forcefully before pulling back. With the swift and sudden movements I was probably never going to get used to, Sirius flipped me around and lifted me into his arms. He set me down on the sink counter and pulled my legs up around his hips. I locked my ankles and wrapped my arms around his neck to mirror my legs. I gave Sirius a kiss before leaning back so I could look at his face as he explained.

His smile was sheepish now, but no less distracting. The blood was now smeared all over his face and neck and did nothing to detract from his beauty. His face was still sharp, aristocratic angles but his cheeks and his eyes weren't hollow anymore. His eyes burned silver as he looked down at me. His hands roamed up and down my sides, moving over my back and stomach too.

"Stop trying to distract me and explain yourself right now, Sirius Orion Black." I said as sternly as I could while wrapped around him like a koala bear.

I felt the shiver in his body the moment I said his name. "Say my name like that again, love, and we'll have to have this conversation while I'm inside you."

"As long as you answer the question, I don't really care where you are when you do it." I shot back, grinding my hips against his to prove my point.

"You will be my death and I shall thank you for it." Sirius groaned, holding himself immobile as I tortured him. "But please let me explain first."

"Hurry up then. I'm getting impatient." I tossed back, hands moving up to play with his dark waves. His hair was longer now, fuller, and so soft.

"It's a blood ritual." Sirius sighed, leaning into my touch. "The magic necessary to bring you and Emma back is heavy spellwork. It requires a serious offering in return."

"Our blood is the offering?"

"It's a part of it." Sirius nodded, tongue flicking out to lick some of the drying blood on the corner of his mouth. The feral grin was back again and I knew it was because he caught me staring.

"What's the other part?" I asked, annoyed at how breathless I sounded.

"Come."

"What?" I squeaked

His grin was all teeth now. "Come. Orgasms. Sex is the other part of the offering."

"Come again?" I laughed nervously, surely misunderstanding him even though he said it as plainly as he possibly could.

"And again. And again. And again. And maybe one more time before I bet you're begging me for a break." Sirius predicted, slowly grinding his hips back against me.

"So you're saying that the price for saving mine and my mother's life in the past is you and I drinking each other's blood and having sex in the present?" I asked, raising an eyebrow in question.

"Yes, basically." Sirius shrugged at my simplified explanation. "But we have to willingly drink from each other so we will have to drink more."

"So why did you bother doing all that then? Why not just ask me and explain outright?" I huffed, feeling like the butt of a joke I didn't understand.

He offered me an honest smile, "because love, I knew it would turn us both on and look at that—."

Sirius slammed his hips against mine in a way that made it clear to us both how we were mutually affected. The shorts covering his straining erection were made of thin material. The lace covering my body as my only undergarment did nothing to stop me soaking through his shorts.

"I was right." He finished with a grin.

"So, what now? We fuck and the ritual is complete?" I'm not sure where my bravado came from but I was thankful for it.

"Do you want to fuck me, Little Feather?" His sinful voice was made for dirty talk, the mischief shone in his eyes and dropped from his smirking lips.

I was confused and there were questions to be asked, but I was tired of denying what I was feeling. The attraction that had been building in my body since I locked eyes on Sirius. I wasn't sure whether that was hours ago or before my birth on the shores of Albion. I knew it didn't matter.

"I want you to fuck me like you hate me and then make love to me after." I stated my desires boldly before I could lose my nerve.

Sirius pulled back so he could read my face. The smirk was gone but his eyes still burned silver. I refused to break eye contact or take my words back. Even though the intensity of his gaze was causing me to fidget under the weight. Just when I was sure he wouldn't say anything and I would die of embarrassment the corner of his lip quirked up.

"The safe word is 'gillyweed'. Use it if you want me to stop. Do you understand?" Sirius' words were flat with the restraint of keeping himself still. His jaw clenched, his fists balling and releasing at his sides, showed the strain of his effort. But there he was, asking and waiting for permission.

"I understand." I forced myself to say the words, knowing how he needed to hear me say them before he allowed himself to continue.

"Good girl." Sirius praised, rewarding me with a brilliant smile. It was bright and becoming and bewitched me into giving him a return smile.

The warmth of his grin juxtaposed the filthy demands he made next. "Now get on your knees for me and show me how good you can be."

My smile didn't waver as I unwrapped my limbs from Sirius and began sliding down his body. He certainly didn't have to ask me twice. And I wanted him to know that. He might have made his request sound like a command but we both knew the truth.

Bonus for me, his demands aligned with my desires. The question worded as an order was an opening for us both to take and give what we wanted. I wanted nothing more than this body naked and under my hands. My fingers couldn't stop running over his exposed skin. Which given the size of his shorts, gave me a lot to work with. Still, it wasn't enough.

I ran my hand over the offending cotton barrier.

"May I?" I asked, looking up to meet his eyes. The heat in his gaze turned the gray to liquid mercury, the simple in his cheek caused by his cheeky smirk turned my insides liquid.

"You may." Sirius growled. His white knuckle grip on the countertop drew attention to the muscles in his forearms. I kept my eyes on his as I worked to take him out of his pants.

It wasn't fair to myself to say I didn't know what I was doing. Yet my experience didn't spare me the feeling of insecurity. I hesitated to pull the last inch of his pants down and Sirius took pity on me. The smile on his face was too gentle for the swift action of tearing his shorts from his body in a display of strength.

"Go on." He encouraged, taking his dick in his own hand as I watched.

It snapped me out of my trance as I'm sure he intended. I slapped his hands away and replaced them with my own. I kept my eyes on Sirius' as I found my rhythm.

I noted how my hands couldn't fully close around his girth and how I needed both of them to not even cover his length. Even with the tip in my mouth. I couldn't bring myself to care about what couldn't fit. Not with the poorly constrained sounds Sirius was making above me.

I watched him bite down on his still bloody lips. His eyes narrowed to slits, fighting to keep his gaze steady with mine. I was determined to see them slide closed the final bit to prove my ability to make him lose control. If only for a second.

I swirled my tongue around the ridge of his head, once, twice, then over the slit before removing my hands and taking as much of him into my mouth as possible.

"Fuck!" Sirius' hips snapped forward, forcing his cock in deep.

I hummed as I relaxed my throat, my palms pressing flat against his ass to keep him in place.

Andrella. He growled in my mind to warn me but I just pressed him closer, taking him deeper.

Andrella, if you don't stop I'm going to come down your pretty throat. Sirius tried to warn in a sweeter tone but I ignored him. Humming my approval and making us both moan as I took more of him into my mouth.

Consider it payback for all the times you made me come on your tongue in my dreams but didn't let me return the favor. I shot back as I began to bob my head slowly back and forth, picking up my pace until Sirius' legs were shaking.

He had no further arguments it seemed. He shook his head in acceptance before sagging against the counter. His eyes closed the final bit as he shouted his release. I swallowed him down, not letting him go until he was physically pulling me off and away from him so he could pick me up.

I wrapped my limbs around him and immediately sought out his lips. Thankfully he had no problem with the taste of himself on my tongue. More importantly, he had no problem multitasking either. He kept me in his arms, his lips locked with mine, and still managed to walk us back to the bed.

I know this because I was counting each delicious step he took, noting how it made his erection slide against me just right. I was admiring this when suddenly there was a woosh of air as I was quite literally flung from his arms onto the bed. It was a soft landing but I still scowled up at him. Or tried to, at least.

It's hard to command respect when the person you're trying to intimidate is looking at you like that.

Like you're the definition of perfection, not literally a drooling, debauched mess.

I didn't have time for self-criticism. Or even a very brief critique of the art that is Sirius Black's naked body. I only had time to lean up on my elbows before his body was on top of mine, pushing me back down. His tongue licked a path from my collar bone, up my neck. He stopped to nibble at my ear lobe. He stopped only to chuckle at the breathy whine he forced too quickly for me to hide.

"Don't hide from me, Little Feather." Sirius admonished, his tongue teasing my ear. "For this to work you need to be vocal and I need to be able to listen for the signs of it being too much for you."

"What might be too much?" I managed to ask, priding myself in not wincing at the embarrassing breathy sound of my voice.

"You want me to be gentle or just tell you frankly?" He leaned up on his palms to look me in the face.

"I'd rather you tell me Siriusly, but if you want me to call you Frank just ask nicely." I deadpanned.

His eyes narrowed at the joke but his firmly pressed lips were twitching at the corners "This is serious, Andrella."

"No, you're Sirius. This is tedious." I scoffed, rolling my eyes at him. "Just tell me." I wiggled my hips beneath him to remind him what we were doing before all this serious talk.

He let the retort die and took a breath. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but the reason you want me to—and I quote—'fuck you like I hate you." He paused to shoot me a devious grin out of place with his gentle tone. "Is because you need a safe place to work some things out?"

My breath caught. This is the last thing I wanted to talk about. The last thing I wanted to think about, but…He saw right through me. I nodded, hoping he wouldn't force me to answer verbally. Or notice how my entire body froze, all the heat and life rushing to push out of my eyes.

"And I want to provide that space, without comment." He stopped to wipe the tear that fell without my permission. Of course, he noticed. "I just need you to know before we begin that we can stop at any time. You are in control. Do you understand?"

I nodded again. Closing my eyes to calm my nerves. Shivering as his fingers slid down my cheek, reminding me I was here, right now, with Sirius—not there, not then, with him.

"Do you want to continue?" He asked sincerely. His fingers ghosting over my lips but not touching, not until I said he could.

I nodded, snapping my eyes open, so he could see I meant it.

"I need to hear you say it, Little Feather."

"Yes." I smiled at him, "yes, Sirius, please."

"Do you remember your safe word?"

I nodded again, my breath catching for another reason as I watched the way his eyes changed from a beautiful gray to a captivating silver.

"Good. Say it for me now." He barked out, pushing himself onto his knees between my thighs.

"Gillyweed—"

"Good girl." Sirius cut off my question, sliding out between my legs so he was standing. "Do you want to be cuffed or is that too much for tonight?"

I began to shake my head, afraid of saying no but not able to stomach the thought of being physically restrained in any way.

"That's okay, Little Feather." Sirius' tone softened, but his eyes still swirled silver. "You will tell me to stop or ease up at any point and you will use your safe word if you need it, yes?"

He waited for me to nod my understanding before continuing. "Good girl. Now get on your knees and grip the headboard."

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Author Note:

'Ello lovely readers. I hope you enjoyed this tease of a spicy scene. As you know, I'm not a big fade to black kind of writer so please expect more spice in the next chapter.

Also, an interesting reveal of why George was acting like such a prat in the caves!

As always, if you have any thoughts or questions or comments please let me know. I know it's taking a lifetime, but I am not abandoning this story especially now that we are so close to the end.

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