Love Potion Slip

Love Potion Slip – A Marauder’s Era Fic.

Chapter 3 – The Plan takes place and is Foiled.

The Hogsmeade weekend arrived and Sirius was stood waiting impatiently by the Main Doors for Jayne. They had been together only two weeks, but Sirius was happy and had decided to give it a go. He glanced at his watch, a gift from James’ parents for his seventeenth birthday. He scowled when he saw that Jayne was twenty minutes late, which wasn’t like her. In fact, if anything, she was always early!

‘What could be keeping her?’ he worried as he paced in front of the door. The weather was on the verge of turning g cold and wintry, which caused the majority of the castle’s population to wrap up. Sirius waited another ten minutes before storming off into Hogsmeade and met up with the others. Seeing the thunderous look on his face and how he was knocking back the Fire Whiskey, James, Remus and Peter knew better than to ask what was up.

As Sirius was steadily getting drunk, Jayne was just coming round from being knocked out, only to find herself in a very strange place, tied down and no way to get away.

‘What the Hell?’ she said out loud, to what she thought was an empty room. There was a chuckle from behind her, even if she tilted her head back, straining against the bindings, she couldn’t see who it was.

“Ahh, seeing you struggle so warms my heart,” drawled Lucius from the shadows.

Capturing her had been all too easy. He had waited for her in an empty classroom just doors away from the Hufflepuff Common Room. As she passed, he hit her square in the back with the Stunning Charm; knocking her out cold. He had carried her into the room and took advantage of her unconscious state by removing the clothes she had been wearing and dressed her in a silky, near see-through negligee, then strapped her to the table with care. He then stepped back and stood watching her slowly wake. Recognising the voice, Jayne tensed up against the bindings. They were tight and not budging.

“Malfoy!”

“Yes, that is my name. And I so want to hear you scream it some more, but in passion rather than anger my dear,” he cooed as he approached the table.

“Never. You can’t make me do things I don’t want to do!”

“Really? My dear little mouse, I know how to make people do as I wish and the things I have them do would curl your hair into tight ringlets!” He stepped even closer, drawing out his wand from his sleeve.

“Imperio,” he whispered with malice, pointing his wand directly at Jayne’s body. Her eyes glazed over, her mind clouded and she found herself floating in a strange kind of bliss as her body responded to Lucius’ ministrations. He started by suckling her nipples to peaks through the thin material and then kissed his way down to her parted legs. Her body arched in reaction, but her mind did not know what was really happening. He licked and teased her until he heard what he had been waiting for.

“Please Lucius, please,” Jayne pleaded. Her body felt as if it was going to burst into flames.

“Please what my dear? Tell me what you would have me do to you.”

“Touch me, kiss me, oh fuck……., do what the Hell you want. Just make the burn go away!” she screamed. At her command he kissed her passionately, nipping and sucking her lips and tongue as he removed the articles of clothing that were in the way. Soon, he was poised between her legs, his cock dripping before her entrance. Her body moved against his, making him growl and thrust deep into her. Lucius had no care whether or not if she was a virgin. All he knew was in that moment was a willing pussy and he was screwing it with all his might and will. He was encouraged by her delightful, dreamy moans and eventually screams of his name. Her climax was so severe it gripped his so tightly that he almost came but he fought against the feeling and eventually allowed himself to release. Climbing off the table and cleaning himself up, Lucius beamed as he looked at the girl he had just screwed.

‘Let’s see how Black likes soiled goods that were once pure,’ he chuckled to himself as he left the room, leaving Jayne as she was. Now all he had to do was spread the word that Jayne was easier than she was letting people believe and that she had cheated on Sirius.

The person who could accomplish this with ease was Kitty. As soon as she saw Lucius straighten his shirt collar, the signal for her to start the rumours, she was in her element. Just at the moment she was about to open her mouth to say something, Sirius and his friends entered the Great Hall and Sirius looked a little worse for wear.

‘Perfect!’ thought Kitty as she got out of her seat, pulled her top down at the front to show off her breasts more and hitched up the already short skirt she was wearing some more.

Despite the oncoming cold, Kitty would always wear skirts over trousers. Her mentality was, ‘if you’ve got it, flaunt it’, so she did and to great effect. Upon reaching the Gryffindor Table, she stood behind Sirius and slid her hands over his shoulders, feeling the tension in his muscles.

“Something wrong Sirius? I can help,” Kitty purred in his ear. Sirius refused to say anything, but Peter did.

“He’s upset because Jayne didn’t show up to meet him today.”

“Shut up Peter, you big, fat rat!” roared Sirius, his eyes gleaming with anger.

“Oh. Well I might have some news for you. Someone saw her with Lucius Malfoy earlier. They said they looked ‘very close’ and one can only imagine what she was doing with him...” To Kitty’s delight Sirius growled loudly and stormed over to the Slytherin Table.

“Malfoy! Where is she? What have you done with her?”

“I haven’t the faintest idea what you are going on about Black?”

“Jayne. Where is she?” Sirius asked again, growing more and more irate.

“Oh, the mousey Hufflepuff you’ve been wasting your time on?” Lucius asked, knowing full well who and what he meant. Lucius pulled a scrap of parchment and a quill from his trouser pocket and proceeded to write something. He then handed the note to Sirius. Upon reading it, Sirius had to restrain himself from blowing Lucius Malfoy to pieces in front of the staff and his friends.

“Where…..is…..she?” he growled as he grabbed hold of the front of Lucius’ shirt and brought him up to face him, like a man.

“There are clues on the parchment. Work it out yourself Black,” Lucius spat back, yanking himself free and smoothing down the wrinkled front calmly. Before anyone could ask Sirius what was going on, he stalked off in the direction of the Hufflepuff Common Room and straight into the classroom Lucius had hid Jayne in. She was still unconscious and still in the torn negligee. She looked so vulnerable and small, but what Malfoy had done to her was worse then she looked. Sirius finally reached her and conjured a blanket to cover her modesty. Once he was happy with how she was covered up, he called for a house-elf to take her to the Hospital Wing. Once the elf had disappeared with Jayne, Sirius ran all the way to the Hospital Wing to see Madam Pomfrey fuss over her newest charge. He took a deep breath before entering.

“Erm, Madam Pomfrey?” he said hesitantly.

“Mr Black, this had better be important as I have your fellow pupils to tend to,” the school matron chided as she pulled a screen around the newest occupant.

“It is. It’s about Jayne. I believe Lucius Malfoy had something to do with the state she is in,” he boldly declared. At that moment he felt like a true Gryffindor, brave and courageous.

“You’ll have to do better than mere conjecture Mr Black. I need to know exactly what happened to her so that I can treat her accordingly.” Poppy Pomfrey looked at him sternly, knowing that there was more to what he had stated. Just at that moment the doors burst open to reveal a cowering Lucius being forced forward by a furious Madam Sprout, closely followed by Slughorn and Dumbledore. Trailing behind was a very sullen Kitty.

“Tell Madam Pomfrey just what I have overheard you tell Miss Hartshorne, Mr Malfoy,” Sprout demanded as her eyes fell on the screen. Lucius remained quiet, shifting from one foot to the other.

“Is she ok?” Kitty asked in a husked and regret filled voice.

“That all depends on what has happened to her,” Lucius whispered low and was told to speak up or say nothing. No matter what he did, he knew he would be severely punished.

“I prevented Jayne from meeting Sirius. I knocked her out and………………….,” he stalled, too embarrassed now to continue.

“He forced his-self onto her by using an Unforgivable,” spat Sprout. The room fell silent as heads turned to look at the now shamed Lucius.

“Mr dear boy, please tell me that you haven’t?” Dumbledore begged Lucius who could do no more than not look at anyone.

Everyone took his silence as gospel as to his acknowledgement of Dumbledore’s declaration. The staff present could only shake their heads in disbelief as Poppy set about doing all she could for Jayne. She asked Madam Sprout to help her get the poor girl out of the negligee and into a more suitable nightie. Poppy poured copious amounts of potions down Jayne’s throat, none of them really having an effect. Suddenly her eyes flew open and she screamed loudly and at great length.

“Merlin’s Beard! You used the Imperious on her, you bastard!” yelled the normally calm and collected Medi-witch, reaching towards Lucius, her fingers itching to claw at him. Jayne suddenly stopped screaming and resumed her silent sleep.

“Well, at least we know what was used on the poor girl,” panted Slughorn as he helped hold back the clearly aggravated witch.

“Poppy, you must now tend to Miss Newman. Any punishment shall be decided by myself and Professor Slughorn,” Dumbledore said clearly and quietly. The Medi-witch relaxed and merely nodded as she walked off to get the potions she required.

“Come along everyone, there’s little we can do just standing here,” Dumbledore said, allowing Kitty, Lucius, Madam Sprout and Professor Slughorn to go before him.

“Sirius? Are you coming?”

“Huh? Oh sorry Sir. Do you think it would be ok for me to stay for a bit, just in case she wakes up?”

“My boy, that decision lies with Madam Pomfrey and I don’t think right at this moment she will allow it,” Dumbledore replied, his eyes full of sorrow.

He had noticed how close the pair of students had become of late. It was understandable that Sirius wanted to stay. Madam Pomfrey popped her head out from behind the curtain and called Sirius over.

“Mr Black, you may return tomorrow after dinner. I’m sure by then Miss Newman will have come round.” Sirius just nodded sadly and then turned and left. He wandered the corridors for a time before bumping into his friends, who were on their way to find him after he didn’t show up in the Common Room after dinner.

“How is she?” Lily asked, shivering at the thought of going through that Jayne had just endured.

“Madam Pomfrey will make sure she’s well cared for Pads. If anyone can sort Jayne out, she can,” Remus said, placing a hand on his friend’s shoulder. Sirius sighed heavily, knowing that his friend was right. Jayne was in the best hands for care and recovery possible.

“We overheard Malfoy and Kitty talking about what happened and saw how mad Sprout was when she heard. Man, it was scary!” James told Sirius who, by going to look for Jayne missed the normally calm Professor’s blow out.

“What of Malfoy? What punishment has he been given?” Sirius asked, his hands balled up into fists by his side.

“Don’t know mate. Slughorn and Dumbledore marched him away before anything else was said. We saw them come out of the Hospital Wing. Dumbledore didn’t look too impressed,” Remus told Sirius. After that no one said anything as they walked back to the Common Room. People started asking Sirius questions as soon as he was through the portrait opening.

“Just, please, leave it be and leave me alone!” pleaded Sirius as he made his way to his dorm, to escape from all the fuss and questions.

‘Merlin, if you can hear me, please make sure that Jayne will be ok and not too badly affected by what has happened. And I know that I shouldn’t ask, but could you please make sure that Malfoy gets what he deserves for doing what he has done to my girl,” Sirius prayed.

“Gods, I just said ‘my girl.’” Sirius whispered to himself. More than ever, he felt the pull of how he felt for Jayne. Never before had he felt this way, about anyone except James and Remus, his soul brothers. With the revelation on his, he got ready for bed, only to sit up writing a note, well it ended up being a rather long letter to Jayne. From behind his closed bed curtains, Sirius heard his dorm fellows come in and get ready for bed themselves. Sirius was glad that none of them checked on him. Right now he just wanted to be left alone. Luckily shortly after hearing the soft, melodic snores of his three friends, his own snores joined the harmony.