Marauder’s: A Naughty Fiction (Part 5) SIRIUS’ POV
Requested?: No
Prompt: Y/N has always been a student at Hogwarts but has gone through her years practically unnoticed by anyone that caught her eye. This year, she expects that to change. Instead of shoving her nose between the pages of books someone will be begin to take quite the interest in her. Watch her finish off her last year of schooling while fucking around with guys along the way.
Warnings?: Mentions of sex, fluff, mild language
Words: 1,947
A/N: I feel like at this point this is really becoming a series because if you haven’t read any of the other parts you won’t understand this one at all.
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[Italics indicate dreaming]
“Sirius!” She moaned as I relentlessly pounded into her.
Her head, face first into the sheets, I was hitting it from behind. In the room all I heard were her moans and the intense sound of skin slapping. She began to tremble from under me, her legs shaking, the sound of my heart racing swelled in my ears. And suddenly I felt it, the burning sensation in my stomach, the tingle of my nose, I was about to… I reached my hand infront of her, beginning to rub so she could get on sooner.
“Sirius!” She yelled, her voice deepening, sounding a little different.
I began to shake.
“Sirius, wake up!” She moaned again, catching me off guard, her voice sounding completely diff-
“Sirius, bloody hell, wake up already!” James yelled, shaking me vigorously.
“What time is it?” I asked, rubbing my eyes.
“Half past seven.”
“Shit.” I said, “Why didn’t you bloody wake me up!”
James rolled his eyes, walking away from me and grabbing his tie off my bedside table.
“I’ve been trying to,” He smirked. “But you wouldn’t stop moaning Y/N’s name.”
“Oi!” I yelled back at him, a smile plastered on my face now.
James pointed down to my now noticeable erection, “Better take care of that,” he said, and walked out of the room.
I sit in my bed staring at the ceiling for a second, trying to figure out how i’m going to take care of the growing problem in my pants.
“Fuck it.” I say, running off into the bathroom, headed for the shower.
The great hall was loud, so loud, much too loud for someone who had just woken up. I walked down the long aisleways toward my Gryffindor table, spotting Remus, Peter, and James.
“Morning,” I said, brushing my hair back. “Do I look okay?”
“Morning,” Remus said, “When do you not look okay?”
“He’s right mate, you could be beaten to a pulp and still look good.” He said, patting me on my shoulder, sitting down on the bench.
I looked around for her, she wasn’t in her usual place in front of, or next to me. My eyes wandered, until I spotted her clearly, she was sporting her red uniform which seemed oddly obscure next to the green one. The green one. He was tall and blonde, hovered over her tremendously. She had her hair wrapped around her finger, and him as well, twirling the long strand. She looked up at him intensely, and he stared right back, a slight flush coated his cheeks. A girl of that caliber is not meant to flirt with someone like him.
[This is what I picture young Lucius to look like]
My heart sank deeply, it yearned for her. It was practically trying to break out of my chest and wrap itself around her. I couldn’t take my eyes off the sight, her giggling at his jokes that probably weren’t funny, him leaning closer and closer to her as people busily walked around them. She always got along well with slytherins because her father was one and she grew up with them her whole life. I’m not surprised they aren’t prejudiced towards her because she wasn’t sorted along with them.
“You can tell just how much of a slytherin she is when she’s around them, can’t you?” Remus asked.
“True, she basically is one, just in a red uniform.” Added James.
“Who is that?” I asked, looking at the tall blonde boy.
“Who?” James replied.
“The one she’s talking to.” I said.
“Oh, that’s Lucius, Lucius Malfoy.”
I stared him down, the bloke wasn’t any better then me. Maybe she didn’t like him, maybe he liked her and she was just being nice. Then again, she wouldn’t waste her time with someone she didn’t like. She smiled goodbye, then went on her way, swaying her hips on the way back, making sure he saw. He sure did, his mouth practically watering, it made my blood boil.
“Morning!” She said cheerily, sitting down across from me and grabbing an apple from the center of the table, taking a big bite out of it.
“Morning.” We all said in unisense, me a little more monotone then the others.
“Thanks for the warm welcome.” She said jokingly, rolling her eyes, watching me with intent.
“How’d you sleep last night, Y/N/N?” Remus asked, looking up from his newspaper.
“Peachy,” She replied, taking another big bite. “What about you Sirius, how’d you sleep.”
James laughed loudly along with Remus and I stomped on their feet wildly, she stared at me with wide eyes.
“Swell.” I said, grabbing the apple from her hands, and biting into it.
“Hey, give me my apple!” She yelled, trying to rip it from my hands.
“What were you talking to Lucius about?” I asked, holding the apple behind my head.
“Bloody hell Sirius, give me my damn apple!” She yelled at me, her tiny fists grabbing at my forearms.
“Not until you tell me what you were talking about!” I retaliated.
“Jealous?” She asked smiling, cocking an eyebrow at me.
“Me jealous? No way…” I said, handing the apple back to her. “Just curious.”
She winked at me, then took another bite out of her apple.
She looked ethereal sitting there. Her skin was glistening, her cheeks had a hint of flush, her hair hung loosely in a ponytail, the ends upturned reflecting the sun off them, she always had a gleam in her eye, even if there wasn’t anything gleaming in the first place. She could be sitting in a pitch black room in the dead of night and still through all the darkness I could see the little gleam of light in her eyes.
“Sirius?” She said to me.
“Hm?” I asked, still entranced.
“This staring problem of yours has really gotten out of hand.”
It was halfway through the day and I still kept catching Y/N and Malfoy talking to each other during class and in between them. It was half past noon, just after lunch, and everyone loaded into our defense of the dark arts class. Luckily, it was all of us together, Me, Y/N, Remus, James, Peter and Lily, so we all had a relatively good time.
This year’s teacher was different than the last, and the last different from the one prior. Seemed each year someone new had to fill the position of the old, I assume teaching the class was much too tiring.
Y/N stood next to me, her arm brushing mine gently.
“Here,” She said. “You have something on your lip.” And wiped it off with her thumb, smiling.
I uncontrollably smiled back and blushed, then got angry at myself because I was supposed to be mad at her.
“The Boggart,” The teacher said suddenly, interrupting everyone’s conversations. “Is a truly, wondrous creature. Can anyone explain to me exactly what it does?”
Remus clears his throat.
“Shocker.” I said, rolling my eyes.
“A Boggart is a shapeshifter, and it shifts into a thing the witch or wizard threatening it is most afraid of.”
“Good, Remus.” The teacher says.
“The way you defeat it is by casting a spell upon it, which ultimately changes it into something humorous, taking the fear out of it completely.” Remus adds.
“Does anyone know what the spell is in which you use against it?”
Remus began to open his mouth.
“Other than Mr. Lupin.” The teacher said, casting him a glare.
Y/N suddenly speaks out from next to me.
“Riddikulus.” She croaks.
“Yes, Miss Y/N. Riddikulus.”
And one by one each person went up to cast the spell on the boggart which was hiding restlessly inside an old cupboard in the back of the classroom. Interestingly enough, our teacher made us all go up in groups depending on our houses, trying to see the distinct difference between everyone’s fears.
The slytherins were up first. Severus’ boggart shifted into james, and Malfoy’s shifted into himself, but lifeless, he pictured himself dead. After all the slytherins went it was our turn.
“Potter,” The teacher said. “You’re up.”
And from there James’ had shifted into a winning quidditch cup but for another house, Remus’ has shifted into a moon and clouds, Lily’s shifted into a spider, and then it was my turn.
I stepped up slowly. My wand shook in my hands because I already knew what mine was going to be, and how weak it would make me look.
“Maybe I should do this some other time.” I said to the teacher. They in return, just shooting me back a glare.
And suddenly it shifted, dust flying up around it, contorting into its desired shape.
Suddenly, there it was, my mother, looking at me with disgust. I rolled my eyes at the snickers I heard around me and held my wand up in front of her face.
“Riddikulus.” I muttered, yet she still stepped closer, unphased.
“Louder.” The teacher called.
“Riddikulus!” I shouted, and suddenly she stood before me with rat ears and a tail.
It was her turn, Y/N’s. I was actually quite anxious to see what hers was going to be, even though I’m almost certain it’s going to be her father.
She stepped up slowly, looking at the Boggart with fear in her eyes. Once again, it contorted, and flipped, and dust flew out from all sides, but suddenly there was… nothing. Where once my mother stood now was nothing, the boggart had disappeared. The whole room went silent. She looked at the emptiness, shocked.
“She broke it.” Someone muttered.
Yet she still stood staring at it. Suddenly, she began to walk backwards, slow at first, then ran out of the classroom in a flash.
I looked to Remus and he looked at me and suddenly I was right behind her, on her way down the hallway.
“Y/N!” I called, yelling to her as she walked into a supply closet.
“Y/N.” I said sadly, leaning in on the door, resting my ear on it.
“Go away, Sirius.” She sniffled.
“I’m not leaving until you open the door.”
And with that I heard a small popping noise, and I quickly pushed open the knob. She was sitting on the floor her knees to her chest.
“I don’t get it,” I said, crouching down in front of her.
She sat there quietly and stiff, I rested my hand on her head to comfort her. She relaxed into my touch.
“I’m fine.” She said.
I tilted my head and looked at her longingly, she definitely wasn’t fine.
“Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, I have known you long enough to know when you’re fine and when you’re definitely not.”
She giggled a little and look up at me, her face slightly coated with tears.
“Don’t look at me,” she said. “I’m hideous!”
I laughed slightly and sat down right beside her, taking her head into my hands, wiping away the wetness with my thumbs.
“You’re much too pretty to cry.” I say.
She looks at me with big eyes, they swelled with tears. She leant up slowly and pressed her lips on mine, they were soft and swollen against my rough ones. I leant in a little, swiping my tongue against her bottom lip and she quickly welcomed me in. We pulled apart after a few seconds and she laid into me.
“This,” She said. “This is the exact opposite of what I was afraid of.”
She stayed quiet for a minute afterwards and rested her head into my chest, I drew circles slowly into her lower back, her legs draped over my lap.
I thought of it suddenly, and tightened my grip around her with my arms.
Her biggest fear is simply no one being there for her.
