Just a Lark
(Sirius wants a goodnight kiss from his Ghoul’s Ball partner. She has other ideas.)
story is based on the stories and characters created by J.K. Rowling and I am
in no monetary way profiting from it.
A/N It wouldn’t
hurt to read Acceptance before this one.)
Seventeen-year-old Sirius Black was very practiced at
looking cool on the outside, so he was fairly certain that he was looking
particularly cool at the moment.
Inside, he felt just a bit giddy with excitement, though he would never
admit it to anyone. Well…maybe James, years
from now when it would be too late to take the mickey. It had been a perfect evening so far. His partner was the most beautiful girl in
school and he was the envy of practically every boy at Hogwarts. His gaze drifted to one of the few who
didn’t envy him, and he watched James and Lily walk up to Gryffindor Tower with
their heads together, whispering and smiling in a way he usually found cloying
in other couples. James managed not to
look completely disgusting, though he was obviously over the moon for Lily. Sirius wondered, without envy, what that was
like. He couldn’t imagine wanting to be
with a girl all the time, even over a lark with your mates. Although, he admitted, some larks were
preferable with a girl, required even.
With that in mind, he turned back towards his own partner with a grin.
Since her Fourth Year, Irene Doyle had never lacked for
someone to go out with. Blokes wanted
her, and she played them all beautifully.
It had become apparent early on that she would never settle for anything
but what she perceived to be the best.
To Irene, that had obviously been older students. Sirius couldn’t say he blamed her. He had gone out with girls in the classes
above him quite a bit and found that experience had more value than youthful
exuberance when it came to the opposite sex.
While Sirius had admired Irene along with most of the rest of their classmates,
he had learned from their example and never bothered asking her out. There were plenty of beautiful girls to go
out with and, unlike James, he was neither in love, nor did he care to ask a
girl out who would more than likely reject him. But that was all in the past.
Now that they were all seventh years, Irene would have to either go out
with a classmate, or go alone. Sirius
had thought he knew enough of Irene to know she would not be going
alone. Still, after three years of
being trained not to ask her out, it seemed most of the rest of his class was
balking at the daunting task of inviting out Irene Doyle. Cowards, all of them. Sirius was a Gryffindor and no coward. Besides, he was one of the best looking boys
in school. The best looking,
depending on which girl you asked. Once
he had made up his mind, the asking had been easy – more like a casual
suggestion as he passed her table. Her
cool affirmative had been equally casual and it had been as easy as that.
Now she pursed her lips in amusement and raised an eyebrow
at him. She had her arms crossed over
her chest and looked as if she was expecting something – he thought he knew
what. Feeling his grin broaden of its
own accord, he took a step towards her.
She unfolded her arms and extended her right hand. He faltered in his advance, looking down at
her hand. It was not open and beckoning
but perpendicular as if…as if… Did
she want to shake hands? He looked
into her aquamarine eyes and realized he was probably gaping at her like an
idiot. He closed his mouth and looked
around rapidly. Thankfully the corridor
was mostly occupied by other couples making their way back to their common
rooms, far too attentive to each other to notice Sirius Black making a fish
“Thank you for inviting me to the dance, Sirius,” Irene was
saying, “I’ll see you around.”
I’ll see you around?
He couldn’t believe what he had just heard. He was being blown off.
Sirius Black was not blown off.
Certainly, he was not about to be abandoned in front of the Great
Hall. No matter how distracted everyone
seemed to be, they would no doubt notice that.
“I’m walking you back to your common room,” he
insisted. Whatever was going on, he
could keep it more confined if they parted ways at the entry to Ravenclaw
“That won’t be necessary.
I wouldn’t want to take up any more of your time this evening. It wouldn’t be very practical.”
Ravenclaws and their practicality.
“What are you on about?
Didn’t we have a good time?” he asked.
“You might have had a good time. I didn’t find it especially enjoyable to be
abandoned by my partner for almost an hour.
You and your mates just had to go spy on Lily and James. And that poor girl Remus Lupin brought –
what’s her name – Beatrice? She was
forced to try and find common conversation between a fourth year Hufflepuff and
me. I think that after tonight
even she is sick of her O.W.L. Herbology project.”
“You didn’t have to talk to them while we were gone,” Sirius
reasoned. “You could have spent time
with your own friends.”
“My friends were all dancing with their partners,” Irene
countered bitingly. “I wasn’t about to
call attention to the fact that I wasn’t.”
“If you were so upset about it, why didn’t you say something
before I left, or after I came back for that matter?” Sirius could hear his voice rising, but couldn’t quite stop
it. It was rapidly becoming clear that
he was going to be the only Marauder who wasn’t going to get a good payoff kiss
from his partner. Beatrice had hustled
Remus away early, saying that he was too tired for any more excitement. The feral glow in Remus’s eyes as he
followed her up to Gryffindor tower implied he wasn’t too tired for a little
excitement on the couch in front of the fire.
Wormtail’s girl was sufficiently starry-eyed at being in the company of
a bunch of upper classmen and was sure to reward him when he brought her to the
Hufflepuff cellar. James and Lily, of
course, had been kissing so much tonight, it was like they were trying to get
six years worth of snogging into one evening – which they probably were. Sirius did not like the idea of being the
odd man out on that score.
“Because I…” Irene started at a volume equal to his, but
paused to get control of herself.
“Because I don’t make scenes,” she finished with a hiss.
Sirius’s mind was racing.
How to convince the wily and beautiful Ravenclaw to relent?
“You have to give me a second chance,” he cajoled.
“Oh really?” Her eyebrows arched right along with her
voice. She was obviously trying to
sound haughty, but he detected a trace of amusement in her voice. That was his edge. If he could get her to crack a smile, he knew he’d also cracked
her resolve to punish him. It was time
to pour on the famous Black charm.
“Sure.” He grinned
at her. “You can’t judge a bloke on one
bad outing. How is that fair? How is that practical?” He waggled his eyebrows on the last
word. She did not miss his reference to
her earlier statement. Her eyes
sparkled with merriment, and she drew her lip between her teeth, as if to keep
herself from smiling at his antics.
“I don’t know.” She
seemed to consider his argument. “How
do I know going out a second time will prove better than the first?”
Aha! Checkmate, Miss Doyle, he thought. He took her by the elbow and glanced over
his shoulder, checking for prying eyes as he led her away from the open
corridor to a more private alcove behind some suits of armor.
“Well, allow me to give you a little preview…” he began,
pressing her against the wall and leaning his head in.
She put a restraining hand on his shoulder.
He paused and looked into her eyes. They were still dancing.
“What if I don’t like the preview?” she asked archly.
For a moment he sputtered internally, but then he looked at her
again. The dancing eyes…She’s having
me on, he thought, that’s my kind of woman.
“Let’s just grab that Portkey when we come to it,” he
declared leaning in again.
As much as he wanted to swoop in, he took his time. He had given the implied promise of good and
he wanted it to be absolutely brilliant, convincing her beyond a shadow of a
doubt that going out with him a second time would be a good idea. He pressed his lips to hers firmly, but
withdrew quickly to press matching kisses to either corner of her mouth. Then he returned to the center to kiss her
more lingeringly. Her lips were silky
smooth beneath his, and he allowed himself the small indulgence of darting the
tip of his tongue out to taste her. Mulled
wine, he thought, sucking gently on her lower lip as he withdrew, so that
it protruded ever so slightly in a sexy and inviting pout. His eyes darted up from her hypnotic mouth
to check her reaction. She was watching
him, eyes still open and calculating, but under heavy lids, and their colour
had most definitely darkened.
Encouraged, he returned his concentration to kissing her. He ever so delicately scraped his teeth
along that pouting lower lip, then followed the act with his tongue, as if to
sooth any damage his teeth may have done.
She sighed and her tongue darted out to lick her upper lip in response,
leaving both lips moist and slightly parted when she was finished. He chanced another glance at her eyes only
to see them fully closed and her head tipping back. He grinned. Victory,
he thought, capturing her mouth fully.
He was delighted when her lips opened further under his and her tongue
joined his in that sweet mating dance.
Delight turned quickly to desire when her right hand, still on his
shoulder, gripped him convulsively and her left hand drifted up to the back of
his head where her fingers rifled through his hair. He finally pulled his head back for a breath, enjoying the sound
of her rapid breathing, not to mention the feel of it as her breasts rose and
fell against his chest. Her head had
thrown back even farther and the creamy skin of her elegant neck beckoned to
him. He obeyed, nibbling and licking at
her pulse point while she gasped in response, emboldening him further. He trailed kisses down her collarbone to the
plunging neckline of her dress robes.
When that elicited a moan from her, he groaned in response and paused in
“Irene,” he growled out, resting his cheek against the swell
of her breasts.
“Irene, I rant you.”
He was going to say, ‘Irene, I want you,’ but in his desire-fuddled
state, he couldn’t resist playing with the sound of her name and replacing the
w in ‘want’ with an r.
She chuckled, pleasing him both with her reaction and the
sensation of her laughter vibrating beneath his cheek.
“Sirius, be serious,” she countered, making him give a
chuckle of his own.
“Never!” he proclaimed, raising his head and grinning at her
in a way he hoped she’d find irresistible.
“What do you say?” he asked, waggling his eyebrows and ducking his
head. “’Astronomy tower’s probably
occupied by now, but I know a couple other spots that are both private and
“Ah, I don’t think so.”
Her left hand drifted away from his hair and neck and back to his
shoulder and she pushed him away slightly.
“But…” Sirius knew she had responded to him and he couldn’t
think why she would stop him so abruptly unless… “Don’t tell me you
haven’t…that you don’t…?”
“I have and I do – on occasion,” she answered his unfinished
question. “Although not on the first night
out, and certainly not on a bad first outing.”
Instinct told him that there would be no convincing her to
go further that evening. Still, his
yearning body urged him to attempt an argument anyway. “Didn’t I make that up to you?” he asked,
reaching out and running his thumb over her mouth in reminder.
Her eyelids flickered briefly before she swatted his hand
away. “As fantastic as your snogging
“You think I’m a fantastic snogger?” he interrupted with a
She sighed. “This can’t
be news to you.”
“True,” he agreed cockily, “but I wouldn’t think you’d
She closed her eyes, and made an exasperated noise that
seemed to expel all traces of desire out of her. “I don’t like to lie,” she explained, “It complicates things. Now back to the point. The brilliant kissing wasn’t to make up for this
bad night, it was to convince me to give you a chance to take me out again.”
Still riding high on her description of his snogging
abilities he grinned at her. “And did
it?” he asked.
She rolled her eyes.
“Let the air out of your head, would you, Black? I said it was brilliant, didn’t I?”
“So, let me get this straight. No shagging tonight?”
She gave him a mock aghast look.
“But you’ll go with me on the next Hogsmeade weekend?”
“And possibly meet me for a couple of Charms revision
sessions in the library between now and then?” he ventured
“A distinct possibility,” she agreed.
“Maybe even some practical work in an abandoned
classroom?” He arched an eyebrow,
hoping to convey just how practical his charm work could get.
She tapped her lips thoughtfully with her finger, letting it
linger against them enticingly for a moment before replying, “That could be
Sirius grinned at her and she smiled back, a sexy,
indulgent, closed-mouth smile. Her eyes
were sparkling merrily at their quick-paced banter. He had asked her to the ball because she was easily the sexiest
girl at Hogwarts. This playful side of
her was an added bonus that he was enjoying in the extreme. Some larks were better with a
girl. He decided to press his luck with
one last question. “And shagging
sometime in the future?”
She scowled playfully before responding, “That remains to be
“But not completely out of the question?” he pressed.
“Not completely, no,” she agreed, smiling again. “In the meantime, I’ve decided to go ahead
and let you walk me back to my common room.”
He grinned and backed away from the wall, offering her his
hand to help her maneuver out from behind the suits of armor.
“And if you’re very good, you can give me a kiss goodnight,”
she added primly in an unnaturally raised voice.
Sirius looked around and saw that Professors Dumbledore,
McGonagall and Flitwick were ushering the last stragglers out of the Great Hall
and casting sidelong glances in their direction. Putting on his most innocent look, which Moony once told him
wouldn’t fool a garden gnome, he offered Irene his arm. She took it graciously and he proceeded to
escort her towards the west part of the castle and Ravenclaw tower. Once they rounded the corner and he was
pretty sure they were out of earshot he turned to her.
“Define, ‘very good,’” he entreated.
She grinned at him.
“Why don’t we grab that Portkey when we come to it.”
(A/N. So, is this fluffy and sweet enough for you? I’m writing a sequel to Animal Attraction
and suddenly Sirius starts demanding some equal time. So I wrote him this little snippet – I didn’t think he warranted
any more, it’s not like he loves the girl or anything -- and he still won’t
shut up. I know from lurking on the
Forums that this is not an uncommon occurrence – but really, I’m going to have
to do something really AU and soon, or he’ll never be satisfied.)