NC17 Chapter 25 Part Two
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The other canine male in her life proved to be lying in front of
the common room fire in his dog form, staring vacantly into the
flames and looking tired and old before his time. At least until
Marlie stepped in, closing the door behind her. Then the dog in
question looked up, barked, and bounded towards her with its tail
wagging furiously, before leaping on to its hind legs and pinning her
to the wall. It barked again, and licked her face, watching with
undisguised amusement as she grimaced in disgust.

"Sirius! Don't lick me! God, you're so gross!"

The dog barked again, before morphing back into Sirius, who was
grinning at her in a way that was part smirking at her discomfort,
and part appealing puppy eyes.

"Don't be like that, kitten," Sirius whined. "I
missed you! I've been so bored!" Dropping the smirk, he went
into full on pouting, lowering his forehead to touch hers as he
started to stroke her hair. "Where were you, kitten? You were
ages!"

"It wasn't that long," said Marlie irritably. Truth be
told, the close proximity was making her feel a little uncomfortable.
Was he always this intense with everyone or was it just her?
Whatever, this possessiveness could easily get annoying. "Here."
She reached for her bag. "I got you some food."
The distraction worked.

"Food! Woohoo!" Sirius hugged her and kissed her on
the cheek, before sitting down at one of the tables, looking as if
butter wouldn't melt in his mouth. Rolling her eyes, Marlie conjured
a plate and cutlery for him, before arranging the meal she'd
collected from the kitchen before dropping in on Lupin.
Sirius stared greedily at the food, before tucking in. Marlie
watched as she always did, in a mixture of revulsion and fascination.
Table manners were not Sirius Black's strong point.
Finally, Sirius was finished. Marlie made the washing up
disappear, before pouring them a glass of apple juice each from
Slytherin's soft drinks cabinet, and transferring herself to a bean
bag. Sirius joined her, draping himself on one of the sofas.

"So where were you then?" he asked curiously. "You
were gone nearly three hours. Christmas dinner never went on that
long in my day."

"Oh, you know," said Marlie. "This and that. I
went to see my Defence teacher afterwards, seeing as he wasn't at
dinner."

"Oh yeah, I know," Sirius grinned. "The one you
fancy." The implications of Snape's earlier words to Marlie
just before she'd left for dinner had not been lost on him.

"I don't fan-" Marlie started to protest, at least
until the image of Professor Lupin's brilliant amber eyes came to
mind. "Well, maybe I do a bit," she admitted, blushing.
This time it was Sirius's turn to roll his eyes.

"Bloody hell, teenagers. He's probably my age, you know?"

Marlie shifted uncomfortably. "So? He's still cute. And he's
really smart and mature too." The unspoken words not like
some hung in the air between them.

"He's too old for you," said Sirius, determined not to
let the implied rebuke get to him. "And a teacher. Trust me,
kitten, nothing good could come out of this. Lust after him in
private if you want, but don't kid yourself, mate. He's not boyfriend
material. Men my age generally aren't." He fell silent at this,
knowing all too well how true this was.

"But we get on really well," said Marlie, unwilling to
let the idea drop so easily. "It's like he understands
everything about me!"

"That's not love, that's just creepy," said Sirius,
now scowling. "Besides, you and I get on really well -
does that mean we should get together?" He phrased it as a
rhetorical question, although in reality it was only half that, if at
all.

Marlie grimaced again. "Ew, no."

Sirius closed his eyes and took a gulp
of apple juice to disguise the involuntary wince. Well, he knew she'd
likely respond that way - he just hadn't expected it hurt so
much when she did.

"And what, then, is the difference between him and me?"
He sat up, facing her dead on, anger coiling in his heart now, very
interested to hear the answer to this one. "Why is one thirty
something male who's old enough to be your father and completely
unsuitable considered to be sex on legs and the other one utterly
revolting? Hmm?"

"I didn't say you were utterly revolting!" Marlie
protested, slightly unnerved by the tone this conversation had taken.
"You're not! I like you! It's just I don't really see you as,
you know, sexy."

Sirius's eyes had gone into full-on
glaring.

"I don't mean it like that!" Marlie cried, flustered.
"You and I, we're friends! Good friends! I don't want to think
about good friends having sex, or being interested in sex, it feels
wrong."

"Rianne's interested in sex," Sirius pointed out.

"Yes, and I don't really want to hear the details of that
either," said Marlie, looking faintly disgusted. Sirius stared
at her... before starting to laugh.

"What?" asked Marlie, confused. "What's so
funny?"

"You," laughed Sirius bitterly. "You see me as
one of the girls, don't you?"

"What are you on about, of course you're not a girl,"
said Marlie, now completely baffled. Sirius shook his head.

"No. You don't see me as a man. To you, I'm just like
another one of your girl friends, except I don't wear dresses or
girly things, and I don't have any tits."

Neither does Deanna, Marlie thought, but decided not to say
it out loud.

Sirius shook his head wearily. "Bloody
hell, it's a good thing Moony and Prongsy can't see me now. Look at
me, Sirius Black, heroic fighter, bad boy, rebel, ladies' man, bloke
about town, and what happens? I've got teenage girls thinking I have
no bollocks. Bloody typical, really. Prongsy'd never let me hear the
end of it if he found out."

"Harry's dad and the werewolf," said Marlie, reminding
herself what the names stood for.

"That's them. One's dead, and the other's god knows where.
Probably for the best, really, I wouldn't want them seeing me like
this," Sirius growled, feeling the self-pity sink in. He stared
into space, brooding.

Marlie, however, found herself
pondering this - the fact that Sirius had known a werewolf
once. Been very good friends with him too. He must know plenty about
them. At the very least, he'd be more sympathetic towards Professor
Lupin if he knew, surely?

"Professor Lupin's a werewolf."

Sirius let out a bark of laughter. "Is
he really? Well, that's just the icing on the cake, isn't it? He's
twice your age, one of your teachers, AND he's a werewolf! Wonderful!
Just the sort of bloke you can take home to meet your parents."
Sirius scowled into his glass, before something she'd said sank into
his brain and set the mental cogs whirring. "Hang on. What did
you say his name was?"

"Professor Lupin," said Marlie. "Why?"

Sirius had finished his drink very quickly, and was sitting bolt
upright, every muscle on edge.

"Lupin," said Sirius very slowly. "On the short
side of medium, light-brown hair which looks sort of red in a certain
light, blond-ish bits in his side-burns, amber eyes? Always polite
and friendly, soothing manner, never ever gets annoyed?"

"That's right!" Marlie confirmed. "Apart from
the blond bits in his side-burns. He's got grey bits though."

Well, that went without saying. Age
took its toll on them all, and werewolves aged faster than most due
to the strain of the change. Sirius felt a cold knot settle into his
stomach as intuition edged towards certainty.

"Remus Lupin."

"Yeah, that's him," said Marlie, feeling her own
insides start to churn. "You know him?"

Sirius nodded, horror writ large on his
face. "Moony."

"Moony." Marlie's own face fell as she realised the
potential significance of all this. "Your old friend, Moony.
Is... Professor Lupin."

"Yeah," Sirius whispered. He was off the sofa in a
second, looking her over. "Kitten, this may sound like a really
personal question, but what are you wearing under there?" He
fingered her robes anxiously.

"What do you mean, what am I wearing?" Marlie demanded
"Why do you want to know?"

"Just tell me!" Sirius snapped, and for a moment,
Marlie felt a stab of real fear go through her. She'd not seen him
like this for ages. He was like how he'd been after he'd first
escaped, and that was not good. Fortunately, he seemed to realise
he'd gone too far, because he stepped away immediately. "Please,"
he added.

"Same outfit I was wearing earlier," Marlie said,
wondering what this had to do with anything. "My jeans, t-shirt
and hoodie. Why?"

"The same outfit I cuddled you in this morning,"
Sirius whispered, all the emotion draining out of his face.
Trembling, he collapsed on to the sofa. "Kitten, do you have an
almanac anywhere? Or an ephemeris? I need to know what phase of the
moon it is."

"Oh, that? It's Full Moon. That's how I discovered he was a
werewolf, I went to his office and he was there, transformed."

"WHAT??" Sirius's head snapped upwards at once. If
she'd thought he'd looked frightened before, that was nothing
compared to how he looked now. "Oh god. But you were in your
cat form, right? Right??"

Marlie slowly shook her head. "Um... no."

Sirius stared at her for a full second, before launching himself
off the sofa and snatching her up into his arms. "Jesus Christ,
kitten," he gasped. He released her a little, looking her over.
"Are you alright? Are you hurt? Did he attack you? God, kitten,
are you alright?"

"Sirius," Marlie said softly, stroking his hair in an
attempt to calm him down, not easy when her own heart was thudding as
fast as his. "I'm fine. I'm alright. He didn't attack me.
Professor Snape was there - apparently Professor Lupin takes
this potion that means he keeps his own mind when he changes. He was
about as dangerous as you are in your dog form."

Sirius was not consoled by this at all.
He gave a hollow laugh, stroking her cheek. "Little kitten, I'm
as dangerous as any werewolf when I want to be. You're only safe
because I care about you." He tightened his grip, pressing her
head to his chest. "Kitten, you will be the death of me, one of
these days."

"Funny," Marlie giggled despite the seriousness of the
situation. "That's what Professor Snape said to me earlier."

"At least I'm not the only one who you're driving up the
wall," said Sirius, his voice ragged. "Hang on, you said
he was with Lupin. Doing what?"

"Keeping an eye on him. It's his potion that keeps Lupin
safe when he changes. Apparently he supervises the changes himself to
make sure everything's OK."

"I see," said Sirius. "So the two of them get on
then, do they?"

"I'm not sure," said Marlie, frowning. "Whenever
they meet in human form, Lupin's friendly enough, but Snape's always
glaring at him. And yet today, Snape was actually being... nice to
him. He actually stroked the wolf, you know?"

"Stroked the-" Sirius froze. "Oh god. Oh god,
kitten. That's not good."

"Not good how?" asked Marlie, although she was sure
she didn't want to know the answer.

"Snape and Moony, if they're getting on with each other,"
Sirius breathed. "Oh god, kitten, he's in his wolf form, he can
smell as well as we can if not better, and he knows my scent like his
own. And you were there, and you were wearing clothes that smell
of me, and he was in his right mind, he'll have recognised the
smell, he'll know you've been in contact with me, and if he and Snape
are friends again, he'll tell him as soon as he's human, and then
they'll come for us, and he knows, kitten, he knows about
Padfoot, once that gets out, that's it, the game's up, I won't be
able to hide any more, they'll find me, they'll send me back to
Azkaban, I don't want to go back to Azkaban, I don't want to go back
to Azkaban, I don't want to go back!" His voice had
risen in pitch until it became a scream, and he was shaking as if in
a fever, his skin cold and clammy and his face paler than Marlie had
seen it for a long time. "I don't want to go back, don't let
them take me back there!" he gasped, clutching at Marlie in
terror.

"It's alright," Marlie whispered, holding on to him,
trying to fight her own fears for him. "I won't let them take
you back without a fight." She glanced around, frantically
wondering what to do. Hysterical thirty something men weren't
something she had a lot of experience with. Her eyes fell on the
couch - maybe if she could get him sitting down it might help.
"Come on, come with me," she murmured soothingly, leading
him over to it. Surprisingly, Sirius followed without resisting,
although he was still shaking. Marlie sat down at one end, motioning
for Sirius to sit next to her.

Gingerly, he settled down on the couch, staring at his hands. I
can't stop shaking. Look at me, what's wrong with me? Am I going mad?
Not that it would surprise him if he was - but he had never
suffered this panicky feeling in Azkaban itself, just the long, slow
death of the soul, watching his life tick slowly away with only the
knowledge he was innocent to keep him from giving in. But then again,
he'd had six months of freedom since then, and although times had
been hard, they weren't dissimilar to his traveller childhood. His
body had starved, but his mind had been free, and there'd been an
exhilarating thrill to it all. Then Marlie had come along, listened,
treated him like a human being, held out her hand and freely offered
to help, and he'd felt not just alive again, but human again. Every
moment he'd been with her had reminded him he was a man, not an
animal. Every conversation he'd had with her had helped piece his
mind back together again, helped him remember who he was, who he had
been, who he could be. He'd come to rely on her, need her for far
more than just practical things. Yes, the food and clothes had been
nice, but it had been her presence he'd craved most of all. He was no
introvert, and he needed company like he needed air. To lose it all
again... no, he didn't think he could bear it.

Marlie was smiling encouragingly at him, beckoning him towards
her, leaning back into the corner of the couch as she opened her arms
for him. Sirius looked at her nervously. Kitten, is this wise? If
you only knew how you looked from here, you'd think twice, I promise
you. And yet part of him, most of him in fact, yearned to fall
into her arms, curl up in her embrace, feel safe, feel warm, feel
protected. Feel human. Feel like a man. Feel like Azkaban was a
distant memory. He wanted it so much, needed it in fact. But
something was stopping him, the fear that once he was in her arms,
he'd never be able to let her go...

"It's OK," said Marlie gently. "Come on, come to
me. I'll look after you. You'll be alright, I'll protect you. I
promise."

Sirius felt his throat tighten. Yes, I'm yours, just hold me...
"Promise?" he whispered, his voice sounding like that
of a small child.

Marlie nodded, feeling her throat constrict and her heart reaching
out to him. I want to make you feel better, I want to take your
pain away, oh Sirius, come to me.

Sirius nodded dumbly, and did just
that, crawling into her arms like a child to its mother, resting his
head against her chest, left arm sliding around her to snake around
her back, while his right arm settled on her stomach, right hand
resting on her waist. Sirius sighed and closed his eyes, the tension
seeming to seep out of him. Safe. Loved. Human. The panic
faded away, and while the all too real fear that he might be going
back to Azkaban still remained, the paralysing terror had subsided.
Marlie, relieved, wrapped her own arms
around him, one around his shoulders, the other holding the back of
his head and stroking his hair.

"Hush, Padfoot, you're safe now," Marlie whispered.
"I've got you. It'll be alright, I'll keep you safe, I don't
care what it takes."

"He'll remember, kitten," Sirius said, his voice
hoarse still. "If he had his human mind, he'll know that scent,
and remember when he comes round."

"Not necessarily," said Marlie, running fingers
through his hair, soft and silky to the touch. "We don't know
exactly how that potion works. It might impair his memories of the
change."

"It might not."

"Then I'll find Professor Snape and ask him under the guise
of scientific curiosity. He's an intellectual, and it's his field,
and what's more, he helped develop that potion. He'll talk,"
said Marlie, her earlier emotion disappearing as a feeling of cold
anger began to settle on her, an icy fury that Sirius should be in
danger like this, underwritten by a steely determination that she
would indeed do whatever it took to protect him. Screw rules, screw
laws, and definitely screw morals. I will take this fear away from
you, Padfoot. I will not let anyone hurt you. I swear it. The
realisation that she meant every word sent a chill down her spine.
She'd never cared about anyone like this before, and truth be told,
it scared her. And yet, he needed her. He was in danger. So she
channelled fear into anger and exhilaration, letting cool rationality
guide her, intellect and cunning mingling like a true child of the
Lovegoods and Harkers.

"And if it doesn't? Or if he's wrong, or simply doesn't
know?"

"Then I'll do my own research in the library," said
Marlie softly. "And on the morning of the 27th, I
will change into my cat form and be there when Professor Lupin
changes back. Snape will be there too. If Lupin tells Snape, it will
be then, he won't want to waste any more time. If he does, well, I'll
just have to Obliviate them both. If he doesn't, I'll visit Lupin
alone later on as a human and do some interrogation, find out what he
does remember. And if it turns out he knows, then I'll Obliviate him.
If not, then we're safe. We'll just have to be very, very careful,
that's all." She stroked his hair tenderly, smiling down at
him. "I will not let them get you, Sirius. That I swear."
Whatever it takes, Sirius. I promised I'd see you cleared, and
I'll do it. Whatever it takes. She squeezed him tight, feeling
very affectionate all of a sudden, and kissed the top of his head. It
felt rather nice, having a warm body curled up in her arms.
Especially when it was Sirius. He was normally so fiery and
impetuous, so, well, male. She hardly ever saw him with his guard
down like this, so open, so vulnerable. This was the most intimate
the two of them had ever been... and the most intimate she'd ever
been with a man of any kind. The thought frightened her a little...
but it pleased her even more to know there was a side of Sirius Black
kept only for her. That Sirius Black, the powerful and dangerous
ex-Auror, Animagus, convict, feared up and down the country, was now
lying in her arms, completely submissive and trusting.

Sirius shivered at her touch, looking up at her strangely as she
leaned back. Bloody hell. I think I've corrupted her. Either
that, or the Harker genes were coming through.

"Would you really do all that for me?"

Marlie nodded. "Yeah."

"Even though it involves lying, cheating, deceiving your
teachers, sneaking around and the unethical use of magic on said
teachers that could quite well get you expelled if you get caught?"
Kitten, this isn't your problem, you shouldn't be this involved...

"Yeah," said Marlie, smiling through heavy-lidded
eyes. She scratched the back of his neck idly, a gesture she'd used
with Padfoot before now and that he'd always seemed to like. Turned
out the human didn't mind either, for Sirius growled a little and
rubbed his head against her hand, eyes closed in pleasure.
Mmm, yes, like that! Just like that, kitten! Damn, you're good.
Oh well, if you've already become thoroughly corrupted, may as well
enjoy it...

Reaching around, he took hold of the hand that was scratching him
and drew it in front of him, squeezing it gently and rubbing her
fingers. Then, before she could say anything, Sirius placed the
gentlest of kisses on her fingertips before looking up, eyes meeting
hers.

It's going to be all right. It really is. We'll survive this,
we'll manage. We'll do what we have to, but we'll manage. You and me
together, kitten, we can do anything we put our minds to. You and me,
kitten. You, beautiful, sexy, smart, fiendishly evil Marlene. We can
do this. We really, really can.

The fear and tension had all but gone from him now. And then
Sirius smiled at her, and Marlie became in grave danger of forgetting
her own name, never mind his.

Good god, Sirius, when did you become attractive?? Well,
alright, he'd been attractive since he'd stepped out of the shower
and into clean clothes in that Muggle house they'd broken into. But
he'd never done this to her before. Never had her trembling
just by looking at her. Oh god. I think I'm starting to find
him... sexy.

It was a disconcerting thought. But not
necessarily an unpleasant one. He's slept with plenty of women, he
must know exactly what he's doing in bed. He'd know just what to do
to make my first time a nice one. Except of course, that Sirius Black
would surely not want some inexperienced virginal sixteen year old in
his bed, would he? Didn't he go for older women anyway?

Until Sirius pulled himself up,
bringing his face level with hers, and without warning, leaned
forward and kissed her gently on the lips. Very gently... but he
lingered for a good few seconds, during which time Marlie's cool
rationality collapsed entirely and her whole world view turned on its
head. Or rather, everything about Sirius's behaviour over the past
few months finally fell into place.

Oh my god. He likes me. He... really likes me. Her eyes
widened as Sirius broke the kiss and, still smiling gently, stroked
her cheek.

"Thank you," he said. He turned away, sitting up and
making to get up... until Marlie, realising that it was now or never,
acted.

"Sirius." He stopped, turning to look at her
inquisitively as she sat up... then made a strangled noise of protest
as she grasped the back of his head and pulled him to her, pressing
her lips to his.

I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing. Fortunately for
Marlie, Sirius didn't seem to mind. She felt him make some kind of
noise, possibly a cry for more, possibly a demand to know what the
hell she was up to, maybe begging her to stop... then she felt his
hands on her, one on her back, one sliding up into her hair, both
pulling her to him as his lips parted and he began to kiss her back
every bit as fiercely as she'd gone for him. Marlie wrapped her arms
around him and copied his movements. Pretty soon she was kissing
without even thinking about it, lost in the bewildering new sensation
of someone else's lips claiming hers, another person's tongue sliding
into her mouth, someone else moaning incoherently and managing to
dominate every single sense she had. It felt weird. It felt good. She
put up no resistance as Sirius leaned into her, causing her to fall
back onto the sofa, pinned down by him as he stretched out
full-length. Breaking off the kiss, Sirius looked into her eyes as he
stroked her hair, the smile gone. In its place was raw, predatory
hunger.

"You want sex." It was not a question.

"Yeah," Marlie whispered.

"I know, I can smell it all over you," Sirius growled.
He shifted against her, and Marlie felt something hard grinding into
her, prodding her insistently between her legs. She gasped, fear and
desire commingling all at once. Oh my god, he's got an erection, I
am giving him an erection, and I haven't even done anything to
him! Oh god. This was swiftly followed by: Oh god, I'll
have to look at it. Does he want me to touch it?? I'm not sure I'm
ready for that. Suppose I do something stupid, like laugh, or
something? Suppose I do something wrong? Oh god, I'm going to screw
up and ruin everything, I just know it.

Sirius had stopped, nose poised mere
millimetres from her right ear, a quizzical look on his face.

"You're scared. You want it, but you're frightened."

"Yes," said Marlie, inwardly cursing as it came out in
a frightened squeak. Oh, nice one, Marls. There went the Slytherin
Sex Kitten image.

"We don't have to, you know," Sirius murmured in her
ear, before tracing her earlobe with the tip of his tongue. "I
know it'd be your first time. I know you're nervous. If you'd rather
not..."

"I want to," said Marlie swiftly, surprising even
herself. Sirius glanced up, amused... but she could sense the
cynicism behind the smile.

"With me?"

"Yes," said Marlie firmly, shifting her hips, feeling
him rub against her as she did. Damn, that felt nice. Marlie couldn't
help letting out a little gasp of pleasure as he made contact with
her more sensitive areas.

"Really." Sirius sat up a little, lifting his own
waist away from hers, breaking the oh-so delicious contact and
causing her to cry out in dismay. Sirius smiled cruelly at her
reaction. Damn him. "Kitten, not half an hour ago, you were
telling me you wanted me as a friend and nothing more. Now you want
me to fuck you?"

"Yes," Marlie whimpered, shocked by the unexpected
swearing - he was normally scrupulous about not using the
stronger swear words in front of her. Oh, he knew what he was doing,
all right. The sudden profanity had sent a jolt of pleasure right to
her groin. Fuck. I think I'm turning into a slut.

Sirius raised an eyebrow, that maddening smirk still firmly in
place.

"I see. Mind telling me what changed your mind?"

"You need it. I want it. And... you have the most amazing
smile." Marlie's voice trailed off, wondering if perhaps she'd
given too much away. Sirius seemed rather taken aback by that
admission.

"I... you really think so?" Sirius asked, stumbling
over his words in a way that endeared him to her even more. He is
so sweet... Oh Sirius, you've been so badly used, suffered so much, I
just want to make it all better for you.

"Yeah," she said, giggling a little. Sirius flushed,
looking embarrassed - but he was smiling again, and Marlie knew
she was doomed. Then he stripped off the vest he'd been wearing, and
any misgivings Marlie might have had went dancing blissfully into the
distance. "Yikes."

Sirius smirked at her. "Like what
you see?"

Marlie could only nod, not trusting her
mouth to form any sound other than "guh". If this was
what an underfed and ill-used Sirius looked like, what the hell would
he look like once he'd cleared his name and was living well again?
Sirius's muscles, while not as well-toned as they could have been,
were still there, still well-defined, and still more than capable of
overpowering someone. Like her, for example.

"I'll take that as a yes," Sirius murmured, lying on
top of her once more, deliberately wrapping her legs around himself
and rubbing his groin into her. Marlie cried out at the contact.

"So you definitely want this, then," Sirius said
calmly, all the while grinding into her remorselessly, apparently
getting off on watching her squirm in response. Marlie reached for
him, clinging on, nails digging into his naked back, angling her hips
up to meet him. It hurt a little... but damn if the pleasure wasn't
worth it.

"Yes," Marlie gasped.

"Sure?" Sirius purred. "Because you ought to
know something. I've not had sex for over twelve years, kitten. And
watching you right now... it's like a starving man at a feast. And
you know what my table manners are like, darling." He
emphasised the point by thrusting sharply up against her. Marlie
cried out. That had hurt. Sirius hadn't been lying earlier when he'd
said he was as dangerous as any werewolf. But he also said he
cared about me...

"I'm not afraid." Marlie lifted her face to his and
kissed him again. Sirius paused briefly before kissing her back.
There was no gentleness this time. Sirius had grabbed her head and
pulled her to him, mouth fixed on hers, tongue probing as he took
everything she had to offer. Pulling her upright, Sirius reached
behind her and began expertly undoing the fastenings on her robes,
not breaking lip contact until the robes were loose and sliding off
her shoulders. Then he let her go, helping her to wriggle out of
them, leaving them in a heap on the floor, before sliding her hooded
jacket off to join them. Her t-shirt followed, and she was sitting
before him in jeans and her bra.

Sirius, breathing heavily, stared for a
good, long minute at her chest, transfixed. Marlie's eyes flicked
down to look at herself, before back up at him. He seemed to like
what he saw so far. He glanced up, meeting her eyes with a brief
flash of a smile, before sliding off the sofa and kneeling on the
floor next to her.

"Beautiful Marlene," he murmured, using her full name
for probably the first time in his life. "I'm all yours."

Taking both her hands in his, he kissed them tenderly. Marlie closed
her eyes, shuddering at the sound of his voice. He thinks I'm
beautiful. He's on his knees in front of me. I'm doing this to
him, me! The thought thrilled her as it terrified her: suppose
she disappointed him? How was she ever meant to live up to this?

Then she'd been pushed back against the
sofa as Sirius Black spread her legs, slid in between them and buried
his face between her breasts, and she was too busy surrendering to
his touch to worry.

---

Sirius moaned softly, rubbing his face into her cleavage, enhanced
Animagus senses bringing every sight, sound and smell home to him. He
was enveloped in a heady scent of female pheromones, young and eager
female pheromones, and he could no more have obeyed his better nature
and run away from this than thrown off the Imperius. Correction: he'd
have had better luck with the Imperius. But this? Not a hope. Hooking
one arm around her gorgeously slender waist, he used the other to
begin sliding her left bra strap down, all the while fervently
kissing and tonguing the curve of her breast. She was shivering and
moaning under him, whispering his name amid assorted little gasps and
pinning him to her. Nudging her bra aside, his fingers lifted her
breast into the open, massaging it, feeling its weight fit nicely
into his hand.

Marlie moaned, going limp in his arms, arching her back as he
fondled her, seeming to need this as much as he did. Then Sirius's
kisses reached her nipple, and as his mouth latched on to it,
something in her seemed to snap. She cried out, spasming in a mix of
shock and delight, clutching him even tighter as she began to move
beneath him. Sirius nearly cried out himself, feeling her hand
roaming over his back as she tried to rub her hips against him. Too
long... it had been too long since he'd last felt a warm body near
his, far too long without even being able to contemplate a woman in
his arms, the Dementors sucking the thought away every time he tried.
Far too fucking long. Marlie's other breast was in his left hand now,
as he began to toy with her other nipple, squeezing and twisting,
experimenting to see what she reacted to, to see what would make her
cry out, writhe against him and beg for more. One movement in
particular that involved pinching her nipple in between two fingers
made her cry out sharply.

"Did I hurt you?" he asked, lifting his head up. He
hoped not - while he wasn't averse to being the dominant one,
he was no sadist.

"No, well, only a little bit, for fuck's sake, Sirius, get
on with it!" Marlie pleaded. "Please..."

Sirius grinned, sliding his hands
behind her and unfastening her bra straps. The garment was on the
floor with the rest of the clothes in seconds, before Marlie had
grabbed his head and pulled his lips to hers, kissing him
desperately, mouth opening wide to admit him, her tongue darting into
his mouth, wanting to taste him, feel him, have him inside her no
matter what. Sirius duly obliged, before breaking off. Sweet as she
tasted, it wasn't her mouth he wanted to be exploring the inside of
right now.

"Sirius?" she breathed, a hint of nervousness in her
eyes.

"Ssh," Sirius murmured, sinking to his knees once
more. "I'm still going to kiss you. Just not there."

"Where?" asked Marlie, dazed.

"You'll find out," Sirius promised. Leaning over her,
he lowered his head and began to kiss Marlie's stomach, planting a
trail of kisses down her midriff, feeling her tremble with each one,
until he reached her jeans. Unzipping them, he began to grab at the
material, hauling both jeans and underwear off. Marlie lifted her
hips, helping him undress her. Finally she was sitting naked in front
of him, looking only slightly nervous.

"Like what you see?" she laughed, a slight waver in
her voice betraying her anxiety. However, her gaze remained steadily
locked on him.

Sirius looked her up and down, drinking in the sight, feeling his
own trousers tightening as he took in her pale skin and slender body.
Yes, you are gorgeous, yes, I want you, yes, you are unbelievably
sexy. He nodded, his mouth unable to form the words out loud.
Marlie's eyes widened at this, her face going pink as she shifted
uncomfortably.

"Having doubts?" Sirius murmured, tucking her hair
behind her ears as he cupped her face in his hands.

"I'm naked," Marlie squeaked. "In... in front of
you."

"Yes, you are," said Sirius, amused. He began nuzzling
her under her ear, drinking in her scent, wanting desperately to lose
himself in it, in her. "Shall I get naked too? Might make you
feel less underdressed."

Marlie whimpered at the idea. Sirius
chuckled, beginning to kiss her neck, gently at first, then ever more
fiercely.

"Your trouble is, kitten, that you're thinking too much,"
Sirius growled. "Stop thinking. Just... feel. Just lie back and
enjoy. Open your senses, kitten. You know, like I taught you."

He felt her leaning towards him,
inhaling tentatively, clearly unsure what was going to happen. Then
he felt her gasp, before starting to moan softly, pulling him to her,
holding his head as once more, he began to work his way down, kissing
his way down the front of her body, her warm, willing and suddenly
hyper-responsive body, that was writhing and bucking at his every
touch.

"Sirius," he heard her hiss, drawing out the sibilants
in his name as she wrapped the sound of it around her tongue. There
was no nervousness in her voice now, just need, longing and desire.
"Yes, Sirius, want you."

"Sexy Marlene," he growled as he laid a trail of
kisses on her impossibly smooth stomach. "God, you're so
fucking gorgeous, I want you so badly. Want to, need to, taste you,
have you..."

"Sirius, yes," he heard her moan. "Please. Take
me." The sound of her begging him for more fired something
inside him. She wanted more? He would give her more. Kneeling before
her, he placed a kiss on top of her triangle of dark blonde curls,
causing her to gasp in astonishment.

"Sirius?" she whispered, watching uncertainly as he
brushed her pubic hair aside, glancing up at her from where he was
kneeling. "What are you- oh!" Sirius had lowered his face
to her and kissed her clitoris. He watched her nearly leap off the
sofa in shock, trying not to look too pleased with himself. Some
things you never forgot, and how to give oral to a girl was one of
them. Not taking his eyes off her, he began to lick her, running the
tip of his tongue around her clit, watching her eyelids flutter shut
as she leaned back and began to moan, all virginal shyness dissolving
in lust. Sirius closed his own eyes as her fingers began to entwine
themselves in his hair and her legs wrapped themselves around his
neck. Abandoning himself to the sound and scent of her, feeling her
arousal building around him, Sirius took hold of her hips and pulled
her to him, giving in to a frenzy of kissing, licking and sucking,
burying his face in her.

"Sirius, oh god, yes," Marlie cried out, barely aware
of anything else except his lips caressing her, tongue probing into
her most intimate parts. She'd heard from Rianne that it felt good,
felt amazing if done right, but she'd never imagined it would be like
this. Certainly she'd never imagined she'd get it so easily. She'd
got the impression that men didn't really like doing it, that it was
something you only got on special occasions, or if you begged, or
were really nice to a guy. She'd not expected to be given it right
away, not even needing to ask. She'd not expected to be given it by a
man who seemed to be enjoying it so much. He was moaning himself now,
eagerly exploring her, tasting her, licking up the fluid that was
starting to pour out of her. Pleasure flooded through her as his
tongue flicked against one spot in particular on the inside of her
cunt, causing her to spasm, fingers clawing at his scalp. It must
surely have hurt him, but he didn't seem to mind, only licking her
even more, spurred on by her little mews of pleasure. He withdrew his
tongue from her, allowing her a short breathing space... until it was
replaced by a finger, snaking its way inside her, slowly but firmly
inching in, rubbing up against the sensitive spot his tongue had
found earlier. Marlie gasped at the sensation, twisting her hips and
thrusting up against him as he finger-fucked her, crying out at the
pleasure. It wasn't as gentle as his mouth had been, but the
sensation of being filled, of being penetrated made up for that. And
then Sirius had taken her clit in his mouth again, and Marlie lost
all reason. Clinging on to his hair, she forced his face deeper into
her, arching her back and screaming his name over and over again
until her cries turned into wordless sounds of desire. Sirius was
moaning too, responding by thrusting into her harder, sliding another
finger into her to join the first, causing her to wince as it
stretched her. By this time though, pleasure and pain weren't far
different. As Sirius reached behind her with his other hand, grasping
her arse and pulling her to him, she gave in and came, screaming his
name.

Finally, the orgasm subsided, leaving
her lying on the sofa, gasping for breath. Sirius had also stopped,
sliding his fingers out of her and sitting back on his haunches,
looking rather breathless himself. His skin was covered in a layer of
sweat, and his face and upper body were flushed red... but his eyes
were fixed on hers, danger lurking within. Slowly, very deliberately,
he began to get up, approaching her with that evil gleam in his eyes.
"Siri- umph!" Sirius had silenced her with another
kiss before she could even finish saying his name.

"Sexy, gorgeous, beautiful," Sirius moaned in between
kisses. "Need it, need you, want you, want to, fuck you, sexy,
kitten, please!"

"Sirius," Marlie managed to get out. Her voice trailed
off as she realised he was unfastening his own trousers, sliding them
and his underwear down and wriggling out of them with the skill of
one who'd done this sort of thing many, many times before. Altogether
far too quickly, he was naked too. Despite trying her hardest not to
look, she found her eyes drawn inexorably downwards to where his cock
was waiting, hard and ready. For her. Oh god.

This is going to hurt. Oh Jesus. Two fingers had left her a
little sore. What was having that inside her going to feel
like?

"Worried?" Sirius asked, grinning.

"Um. Maybe?"

Sirius's expression softened. "Don't
be," he said. "It'll probably hurt a little at first, but
that'll go away. Trust me, I've never had anyone it wouldn't fit
inside." He reached for his trousers and produced his wand.

"What are you doing?" Marlie asked nervously. She
couldn't even remember where her own wand had ended up, and she
didn't like the thought of being naked and wandless in front of a
wanded wizard.

"Contraceptive Charm," Sirius replied, pointing it at
his genitals. "Conceptio Impedimenta!" A silver
light came from his wand, enveloping his penis in a silvery barrier
before disappearing. Sirius nodded in satisfaction, lowering his wand
and turning his attention back to her, advancing on her with
predatory intent. "Can't have you getting pregnant, can we
now?"

"Suppose not," said Marlie softly, not quite feeling
ready to admit that, thanks to Rianne, that hadn't been strictly
necessary. She didn't think that he'd take the news that Rianne had
foreseen this very well. She looked into his eyes, realising that
this was it, this was really happening, she really was about to lose
her virginity, and to wanted criminal Sirius Black, of all people.
She had a feeling that not even Rianne would have seen this one
coming at the start of the year. Sirius stroked her cheek tenderly.

"You're beautiful, you know?" he said quietly, running
a calloused thumb against her lips. "Just looking at you turns
me on. I -" he paused, appearing very solemn all of a
sudden. "I'm honoured you chose me."

Marlie looked away, feeling faintly embarrassed. Sirius Black,
honoured to be allowed to sleep with her? But he must have slept with
loads of women, most of them probably far more skilled in bed than
her, and quite possibly more attractive too (well, maybe). And yet he
counted this a privilege, an honour. The thought scared her as it
thrilled her.

Sirius seemed to sense her thoughts. "You could have anyone,
kitten," he said. "Anyone you wanted. And yet you picked
me. Why?"

Marlie shrugged. "You're here. You're interested. You know
what you're doing." Oh god, did he know what he was doing...
"And I trust you. You make me feel... safe."

Sirius greeted this with silence, a look of amazement in his eyes.
He took one of her hands in his and raised to his lips, kissing it
gently. His eyes met hers, and then he was letting go of her hand and
moving in, seemingly mesmerised by her. Marlie, suddenly helpless to
resist, found herself leaning back, lying flat on the sofa, legs
parting to admit Sirius as he came to lie on top of her. Wrapping
arms and legs around him, she lifted her head eagerly and kissed him.
He responded, kissing her back surprisingly tenderly. With actual sex
imminent, she'd expected rather more force. Sirius Black was a man of
many surprises.

He adjusted the angle of his hips, and with the hand that wasn't
stroking her face, reached down and positioned himself, the head of
his cock nudging at her entrance.

"Still want this, kitten?" he murmured. "Because
this is your last chance to say no. Once I've started, it's not going
to be easy to stop."

"I still want it," said Marlie firmly.

"Sure?"

Marlie took his face in both hands and kissed him. "Yes. Get
on with it." Sirius laughed and kissed her on the cheek.

"Alright then." Once more he moved into position,
before slowly easing himself into her. Marlie clung on to him,
wincing as he entered her, biting her lip to avoid crying out. He'd
warned her it would hurt a little at first, but she'd not expected it
to be this bad. Her nails bit into his skin as she felt the head of
his cock stretching her, forcing her open.

"God," she whispered, tears in her eyes.

"Ssh, it's alright," Sirius whispered in her ear,
kissing her face gently. "I'm nearly in, it won't be long now.
Just breathe, relax, that's right, just relax." Marlie held on
to him, burying her face in his hair, the pain between her legs
fading into a dull throb. Sirius was kissing her hair, making little
soothing noises, stroking her back, and she almost began to feel
relaxed again... until Sirius moved his hips again, held her pelvis
still with his other hand and suddenly thrust into her, hard.

Marlie did cry out then, nails stabbing into Sirius's back as a
tearing pain ripped through her. Sirius winced at the contact,
causing Marlie to feel a twinge of smugness. Did that hurt you,
Padfoot? Good, now you know what it feels like. Except the pain
she was feeling had subsided as quickly as it had come. Sure, she
still felt a bit sore down there... but nothing like as bad as
before. Now there was just a bit of discomfort around the outside...
and the unfamiliar sensation of something long and hard filling her
up, effectively pinning her to the sofa.

"You alright?" Sirius murmured, his head resting next
to hers. His eyes were shut, and he looked exhausted, but he was
smiling.

"Yeah, I think so," Marlie whispered. "Doesn't
hurt any more."

"That's good." Sirius seemed disinclined to say
anything else, so Marlie returned her attention to his pelvis rubbing
right up against hers. Literally right up against hers, no erection
getting in the way now. That particular obstacle was now firmly
wedged inside her. She attempted to move, but it left little room for
manoeuvre.

"You're inside me."

"Yeah," Sirius grinned, eyes still shut.

"I can hardly move." She shifted her hips again,
flexing a few of her pelvic muscles in an attempt to see if she could
dislodge him. It didn't have that effect, but it did cause Sirius to
gasp, shivering in her arms. "Are you alright? That didn't hurt
you, did it?"

"No," Sirius grunted.

"Should I stop-"

"No!" Sirius gasped. "Don't stop. Do it again.
Keep doing it. Just don't ever... fucking... stop." He began to
move, matching her movements with his own, thrusting rhythmically
inside her. Marlie's eyes widened as she held on to him - he
was lying on top of her, holding her shoulders for support, neck
arching back as he began to moan softly.

"Sirius?" His eyelids fluttered as she said his name.
"Are you-?"

"I'm fine," he growled in response. "I'm better
than fine. God, kitten, you are so fucking tight, I can hardly move
inside you, but I can feel everything."

Marlie felt the heat rising in her face
as he said this. Sirius Black had to be one of the crudest and most
foul-mouthed people she'd ever met... yet despite herself, it was
turning her on. Yes, definitely turning into a slut. Hard not to
though, when Sirius was moving inside her, with his eyes closed and
features contorted in ecstasy, moaning louder with every single
movement she made. He's really enjoying this. I am giving this to
him, it's me making him feel this way, me he wants. This was
followed by the dawning realisation that any worries she might have
had regarding past lovers of his had been groundless: whoever he'd
slept with, she could probably match them. I can do sex. I'm OK in
bed. I can do this!

The realisation set loose something in
her, dissolving any remaining inhibitions. Pulling Sirius to her, she
arched her back and began moving in earnest, matching him thrust for
thrust as she wrapped her legs around him and gripped him as tightly
as she could.

"Harder," she hissed in his ear. "Fuck me
harder." Well, if he was going to talk dirty, she might as well
too...

A tremor went through Sirius's entire
body as she said this, and he let out an involuntary cry. Speeding
up, he began thrusting into her wildly.

"Yes, oh god, yes," she heard him cry out, and to her
astonishment, there was a neediness in his voice, a plaintive note,
that had not been there before. A whine of need and desperation, a
definite shift in his mood from sexual predator to prey. He was
pressing her body as close to his as he could manage, thrusting
savagely into her, planting fierce kisses on her neck and shoulder,
and, by a happy coincidence, rubbing her still swollen clitoris right
up against him. Marlie cried out, rubbing up against him, desperate
for more of that friction.

"More, give me more!" she snarled at him, grabbing his
arse and forcing him to go that bit deeper. Sirius took the hint and
thrust himself into her as deep as he could go, the stroke setting
her clit on fire.

"Sirius, yes, more!"

"Yeah, kitten, yours, all yours," Sirius moaned,
thrusting into her over and over again. "Yeah, oh yeah, please,
kitten, feel so good, you do, feel amazing, sexy, beautiful, so
fucking fit, you are, love this, love you, oh god, yes, kitten, yes,
Marlene!" He gave one last thrust as he screamed out her name,
before going rigid, descending into wordless cries that sang ecstasy
to the four corners of the room in a way that no words could ever
have managed. Marlie held onto him, fiercely grinding into him while
she still could, getting a quick release before it was all over.
Finally, Sirius's breathing slowed, and his body sagged. Clearly
exhausted, he collapsed on to her, head resting on her chest.
However, before he gave in completely, he reached down and retrieved
his wand, casting a quick Cleaning Charm on them before exchanging
his wand for her cloak and pulling it over them both. Marlie helped
arrange it, before leaning back against the cushions and wrapping her
limbs around him.

"You OK?" she whispered. Sirius nodded, eyes firmly
shut.

"Perfect," she heard him breathe.

"You enjoyed it?" Marlie asked hopefully. He certainly
seemed to have done, but it was always best to make sure.

"Yes," Sirius whispered, still in that dazed tone he'd
used just prior to orgasm. "Oh god, yes."

"So did I," said Marlie softly, kissing the top of his
head and holding him close to her. Sirius made no response, instead
taking her hand and kissing her fingers before pressing it to his
chest, his hand covering it entirely.

"Never leave me," Sirius whispered. "I need you
so much, I -" He stopped midsentence, seemingly unwilling to
say anything more.

Marlie could only hold him as tightly
as she could, stroking his hair.

"It's alright," she said softly. "I'm here. I'll
look after you. I promise."

Sirius sighed, nuzzling her breast
before letting go of her hand and wrapping both arms around her, a
contented smile on his face. It wasn't long before he was fast
asleep. Marlie watched him doze off, feeling tired herself by now.
Well, what are we to each other now, I wonder? I don't know if I
love you or not. I don't even know if you'd want that or not. Maybe
you'd rather we stay just friends. We might never do this again. Who
knows? But this I do know, there's nothing I won't do to keep you
safe and happy, for as long as you need me. For as long as he
needed her. Who knew how long that would be? Until he cleared his
name, at least. But then again, he'd also begged her never to leave
him. Adjusting her grip on the sleeping male in her arms, she curled
up and closed her eyes, preparing to sleep. For now at least, there
was no doubt Sirius Black belonged to her.

---

When she woke up, it was to cold and emptiness. The common room
lights were off, and the fire had burnt down to embers. She was still
lying there, naked under her cloak, but Sirius was nowhere to be
seen.

"Sirius?" she whispered, shivering in the chill air.
"Are you there?" No response. Maybe he had to go to
the toilet or something. But there were both girls and boys
toilets just off the common room, and not a sound coming from either
of them. And Sirius was far too lazy to have walked all the way back
to the dorm. Well, not unless he wanted a cigarette or something, but
she was sure he'd had some on him earlier. Something was very wrong
here.

Sitting up, she swung her feet off the
sofa, and felt them landing on a pile of clothing. Her clothing.
Neatly folded and stacked in a pile, with her wand on top. Very
considerate of you, Sirius. Too considerate. Dressing quickly,
she shifted into Cleo and began tracking him, not at all sure what
she was going to find.

The trail led back to the dorm, and it
was still relatively fresh. He'd been here not that long ago, and was
probably still around. His scent grew stronger, confirming that
suspicion... but what it told her about him was not so welcome. When
Sirius had come this way, he had smelt of fear. Fear and anxiety...
and deep sorrow. Marlie quickened her pace, desperate to find him,
but afraid what might await her.

She dashed into the dorm, and
transformed. The fire was lit, and Sirius was there, fully dressed...
and packing his things into the rucksack, his eyes hollow.

"Sirius?" Marlie stared at the bag, not wanting to
believe what her senses were telling her. "What is this? What
are you doing?"

"I'm sorry, kitten," Sirius said, so quietly she could
barely hear him.

"You're leaving," Marlie whispered, her mind going
numb. "You're going away. Without telling me. Without even
saying goodbye. Were you actually going to wake me up before you
left, or were you just hoping to slip away quietly?" The
silence was all the answer she needed.

"You bastard!" she shouted, feeling her throat
tightening and tears starting to well up. Anger flared inside her and
she flung herself at him, raining her fists on his chest. "You
complete and utter bastard, how could you do this to me? I thought
you cared about me, how could you do this to me?" She
was sobbing by this time, liquid rage pouring down her cheeks.

"Kitten, stop it," said Sirius, grabbing her by the
wrists and wrestling her away from him. "Stop it, please! Don't
make this any harder for me."

"Why the hell not!" Marlie yelled at him. "We
just had sex, and now you're running away without even telling me
why? Did you stop to think about how I might feel about that?? Do you
even care how I feel?"

"Of course I care how you feel!" Sirius shouted. "For
god's sake, kitten, I l-" He stopped himself before he could
say any more, closing his eyes. "I can't do this any more,"
he whispered, pained.

"Do what?" Marlie asked. "Bear to be around me?
Look at me? Talk to me? Touch me, kiss me?" She went very
quiet, feeling her voice and more besides about to break. "Was
I that awful?"

"No, of course not," Sirius sighed, letting her go and
pulling her unresisting into his arms. He held her close to him,
planting a kiss on her hair. "It was good, Marlie. You were
good. I enjoyed every minute. As long as I live, I will never, ever
forget you." He released her, and to her surprise, Marlie saw
that his own face was also wet with tears. "You mean the world
to me, little Marlie," he said softly.

"Then why-" Marlie started, but a finger on her lips
stopped her
.
"It's because I care about you that I can't stay,"
Sirius told her. "Kitten, if I am found, I don't just think
they'll send me back to Azkaban, I think they'll kill me on sight. If
I'm lucky." He held Marlie as she cried out at this. "You've
already done so much for me, darling. I can't ask any more from you.
It's getting dangerous now - with Moony around and in league
with Snivellus, I could be discovered at any time. No, listen."
Marlie had started to protest at this. "I know what you're
willing to do for me, and believe me, I'm grateful. But I can't ask
you to do all this for me. It's not your problem. You shouldn't be
involved. If I'm caught, I don't want you to be brought down with
me." He stroked her face, wiping away a tear with his thumb.
"You should be out there enjoying life. Having fun. Being with
your friends. Going out on hot dates with blokes your own age."
Marlie backed away at this, her hand over her mouth as she let out an
involuntary sob. Sirius felt his own throat tighten, but carried on
regardless. "Not risking your life and your future for some
vagabond convict who's old enough to be your father."

"Do you think that matters to me?" Marlie said, still
hoping, praying this wasn't happening. "Sirius, you need me,
you need my help, how are you going to get Wormtail without me? I
want to help you, Sirius!"

"No!" Sirius said fiercely. "Not if it puts you
in danger! Freedom is not worth your life!" He held his head in
his hands. "Kitten, I cannot give you what you need. I can't be
the man you deserve to have. You can do far better than me. Don't
waste your youth chasing after me. Go and find someone who can give
you all the things I can't."

"No," Marlie whispered, feeling empty inside. "No,
this isn't happening. This is not real. You can't just walk away like
this, you can't just take my virginity and run, you can't just use me
and leave, you can't do this! I won't let you do this, do you
hear me, I won't let you!" Launching herself at him, she
grabbed his head in her hands and kissed him, lips savagely attacking
his, desperate to force a reaction out of him, any reaction. She
heard him cry out, felt his arms go round her, his mouth open under
hers, and for a few too-brief seconds, she thought it had worked.
Until she found herself violently shoved away, staggering back and
colliding with the post of Luella's bed. Wincing at the pain in her
shoulder, she slid to the floor, going numbly into shock as her mind
began replaying another occasion when she'd sought affection and been
cruelly pushed away... except this time, it was worse, so many times
worse because he'd done it knowingly, and not only that, but only an
hour before, less than that in fact, had been inside her, screaming
her name, then curled up in her arms, begging her never to leave him.

"Just the same..." Marlie whispered, bitterness and
shock searing themselves on to her face, subtly laying the first
traces of age on her features. "It's just the same, exactly the
same, just like him, you're all the same, you're ALL THE FUCKING
SAME!" She finished by screaming the words at him. "You
say you care, but you don't, you just want to have your fun, have
your little conquests, get the fucking t-shirt, and just run away
without even having the BALLS to even tell me!"

"Marlie, that's not true," said Sirius as he stepped
towards her, his face ashen.

"Don't touch me!" Marlie shrieked as he reached out
for her. Sirius stopped, lowering his arm, the horror and despair in
his eyes telling their own story, only deepening at her next words.

"I hate you," Marlie sobbed. "I hate you!!"

Sirius stared at her, a lump in his
throat, fighting back his own tears. Kitten, no, what have I done
to you? To us? I've ruined everything, lost you for good, and for
what? The sex was amazing, but it wasn't worth this... If only
there was a way he could turn back time, stop this ever happening...
His hand went to his wand, his body acting before his mind could even
finish formulating the idea. Marlie frowned, eyes following the
movement, before widening in horror as she realised what he was
planning.

"Obliviate!" Unfortunately for Sirius, his own
training had helped hone already excellent reflexes, and Marlie had
dived to the floor before he'd finished speaking. The hate in her
eyes as she looked up said it all - if he thought he'd ruined
everything before, he'd destroyed it utterly now.

"Get out," Marlie hissed at him.

"Marlie, I'm sorry..."

"GET OUT!!" Marlie screamed, white-faced. Shaking,
Sirius reached for his bag, slinging it on to his back and pulling
his full-length coat over the top, before shifting into Padfoot and,
with one last, longing glance, slinked out. Marlie looked away,
waiting until he'd gone before curling up on the floor, finally
giving in to her tears.