Who: James, Mary & Sirius What: Surprise! Where: Potter home When: 6th January Rating: PG-13 Status: Logged, Incomplete
This is insane, Mary though as she shoved her cloak from Hogwarts in her bag. She looked at herself in her mirror and couldn't believe she was about to go and attempt to seduce Sirius Black. Though, really, it wasn't so much of a seduction, but their rematch. He wanted it, she was just... surprising him with it.
Of course she was worried that he would laugh in her face (which he probably would) or that he'd rate her worse than a 50. She'd only slept with one other bloke before and that had been on tour with the dueling circuit. They'd been together often, but once she beat him in a duel, his pride was too hurt to continue. So it had been a little while... and now it was back to Sirius.
She'd already argued with her mother about leaving the house, but when Mary had threatened never to return if she wasn't allowed to go tonight, her mother shut up. She didn't blame the woman. A muggle who was married to a wizard... her mother was in more danger than most.
The new wards didn't allow anyone to apparate in or out of the house, so Mary bounded out into the ice cold air outside the farmhouse. She closed her eyes and with a sharp pop! she apparated to the second step of the Potter's place. She was trying not to be nervous. It was stupid to be nervous.
She just really didn't want a high five this time.
James was sitting on the porch alone. Drunk. Sirius had been dispatched to help Mrs. P in the shed in the backyard, and that's how James was going to smuggle Mary in.
"Mac!" he greeted her, attempting to stand but only stumbling over his own feet and collapsing to his knees. "Good to see you, hot stuff."
James wasn't flirting with Mary, or at least not in a way that could be taken seriously. When he was drink he had a tendency to say the first thing that popped into his head.
"Sirius's's's out back," he said, stuttering over his best friend's name as he tried again to push himself wobbly to his feet. He was supposed to meet McGonagall in less than an hour so he'd stopped drinking an hour ago but it wasn't wearing off as fast as he'd hoped.
Mary's sharp laugh escaped her lips as she leaned forward to steady to James. He hadn't been kidding about being drunk on the porch, "Good to see you yourself, sexy." She wasn't flirting with him either, of course. But she was amused by his drunken bumbling, and thought she'd play along.
"I'm pretty fucking insane for doing this, eh?" She said as she glanced to the side of the house, just in case Sirius came around, "Let's get inside, yeah?"
James nodded.
"Shhhh... we have to be very quiet. Remus thinks I'ma Death Eater," James said very seriously. "So we'vegotta ignore him."
He tiptoed through the living room, making enough stomping noises to likely wake the dead in his attempt at being silent. James led her to Sirius's room and pushed the door open. Slipping inside and grabbing her arm to pull Mary in behind him before slamming the door shut again. The room was completely dark.
"Shit, forgot my wand on the proooach. Porch. Lumos us, Mac?"
"Remus thinks you're a Death Eater?" Mary whispered back incredulously, "Why the fuck's he think that?" She looked around the room cautiously. James was making a racket and for some reason, she really didn't want anyone else to know she was here. Maybe somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew that Lily really wouldn't approve of what she was doing.
But the world was going to shit, and she wasn't hiding anymore.
When they got into Sirius' room, she rolled her eyes and withdrew her wand, "Lumos. The white light came from the tip of her wand, and she looked around the room. "I guess... give me a few minutes? Then you can tell him there's a surprise?" She blushed and couldn't meet James' eyes. Maybe this was a bad idea.
"Oh, cause I'm best friends with Death Eaters, didnt you know?" James asked, though the silly smile on his face made it clear he was being ridiculous. It was ridiculous that one of his best friends would think him capable of anything evil but he'd get over it. Hopefully. Didn't matter! What mattered was Mac and Sirius and sexings in the bed.
"Lils keeps the ladypotions in the bottom drawer next to the sink in the bathroom," he slurred, giving Mac a cheeky smile. "Unless you wanta Elvendork of your own which I think'd be fucking stellar," he laughed.
"Now-- you do your business and I'll go fetch Sirius for you. Surprise in his room. Got it," he agreed.
"I have my own ladypotions, idiot," Mary said. One thing she definitely did not want were little Elvendorks of her own. She ignored the Death Eater comments... mainly because they were ridiculous. She hoped James was joking about Remus - it would be a sad day to see such close friends split over something so... ridiculous.
She nodded and shooed him out of the room. She closed the door quietly and made a small noise of ohmygodIcan'tbelieveI'mgoingtodothisrightnow. She quickly cast some silencing charms on the room (better be safe than sorry) and then threw her bag on the bed. She withdrew the school cloak and threw it on the bed, and then quickly stripped down to nothing but her bra and underwear. Oh, this was ridiculous. For a moment she considered stripping down to nothing under the cloak, but with a last minute decision, stripped the bra, left the underwear, and threw on the cloak.
"Nox," she said to her wand after she'd shoved everything back into her back and tossed it to the side. She debated how to wait for him and finally decided to lounge on the bed with the cloak barely covering her exposed.... whatnots. She shook off her nerves and closed her eyes.
Now all she had to do... was wait.
James made his noisy way back through the house, giggling like a six year old.
"Paaaaaaaaadfoot," he cooed when he got to the shed. "Mummy, I need to borrow my best mate," he said to his mum, still laughing.
"James Matthew Potter, are you drunk?" she scolded, putting down her bag and looking at him sternly.
"I have a suprise for Sirius in his room!" James replied.
"Sirius-- you should probably be careful when you go make certain that whatever James left for you in your room isn't on fire. And young man, we are getting you some sobering potion and we are going to have a long talk about drinking in the middle of a war."
She shooed Sirius off and grabbed James by the ear to pull him down next to her on a bench.
Sirius had to laugh at that. There would never be a dull moment while you had the Potters around (he felt a dull pang at the fact it was looking fairly likely they may not be around forever and he pushed it away) and headed up to see if his bedroom was on fire. He took his wand from his pocket just in case; you couldn't be too careful with a drunken James and while he was sure it was nothing that would kill him, it might cause him to go bald.
He made a mental note to tease James about how many times he's come home sloshed (or gotten sloshed at home) and hasn't gotten the ear treatment. That might have something to do with having a strong stomach for alcohol.
He poked into the door slowly, casting a hesitant "Lumos," before dropping his arm at the sight. Well. That he hadn't expected. Clearly he had been thinking with the wrong wand, in this case.
"You forgot the ribbon," He smirked.
She could hear the footsteps before he came in, and she opened her eyes and steadied her breath. There was nothing to be nervous about. It was just Sirius. He'd seen her like this before. Nevermind that this was completely out of character for her. Still, she couldn't help the blush the bloomed on her cheeks when he opened the door and made his little comment. Sirius Black... smarmy bastard.
"I debated between ribbon, a scoreboard, and this. Sorry I was wrong," she pushed up from her seated position to scoot to the edge of the bed, "But, if you're not willing to see past that for our rematch, I guess I should get the hell on my way then, eh?"
"No way, MacDonald, I got to get a good look at this." In truth, he was wishing he was more sober than he was right now. Sirius could do most things piss drunk (including drive and eat ice cream and be utterly annoying to anyone unlucky enough to be on his backseat) but if he was being judged on his performance, he'd like a clear head.
He surveyed the 'playing field', so to speak and tried to look as if he was making some hard (heh) choices. He whistled and gave her a nod, "I'm not sure whether to clap or salute, but I'm impressed either way." Mostly because James hadn't managed to throw up on her and had been with it enough to let her in.
She stood up straight rather than stooping for her bag the had all her clothes in it, and regarded him while he did the same. She shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other... this really was a ridiculous situation. He was going to laugh at her, she was sure of it. And it was really..
Her blush deepened and the corner of her mouth curled up in a smile, "Dueling isn't all about wandwork." As soon as the words left her lips she wanted to take them back. With her inflection and the situation -- the innuendo in that comment was paramount. She looked to the ceiling in her embarrassment, and wondered why she was even here; there was no way it could end well.
"Don't I know it," Sirius purred, then made a face at the sound. He much prefered the sound of growls in the boudoir and the alien sound wasn't what he was going for. He reached for her hand to kiss it as a gentleman would, a mockery and a play for the fun of it and just because Mary would understand how funny it was. "However, it can make a significant difference when it comes to snogging, don't you reckon?" There was no control there, no airs and graces, just the two of them as enhanced versions (or was it stunted versions with the experience not to come the second his dick hit wet?) and a good sense of humour. "Or am I getting at education as well as a rematch?"