Vampire in Gryffindor Clothing

THAT WEEKEND Akasha took her seat in the Three Broomsticks and looked around boredly, chin propped lazily on her hand. Madame Rosmerta stood beside her table, waiting patiently.
“I haven’t seen you lately,” Rosmerta said pointedly. “Aubrey was in just the other day looking for you. Are you two not speaking again”
Akasha scowled at the old family friend. “Unfortunately,” she drawled. The things she’d love to say- and do- to her father now that she had fully recovered from her wounds.
Madame Rosmerta smiled, thinking it a joke. “You’ll be wanting a BLOODY Mary, then”
Akasha longed to have one. Made with REAL human blood. But she couldn’t. Not in front of her schoolmates.
“No, thank you,” she said tightly. “I’m trying to cut back. I’ll just have a butterbeer”
“Make that two,” Sirius said confidently, taking the open seat next to Akasha.
“That seat is taken,” she said firmly, wanting to pounce on Sirius- in a “bad” way.
“By me,” Sirius said. “So, have you seen Snivelly around”
“No, actually.” She paused and then her eyes narrowed. “What did you DO”
Sirius smiled. “Nothing... yet”
“Listen, you-” She cut off as Madame Rosmerta returned with their drinks.
Sirius grinned. “Cheers,” he said, raising his glass in a mock toast.
Akasha bristled. “You... you”
“Me what?” Sirius leaned in close to her and gripped her upper thighs in his large hands.
Heat spiked through her as his lips brushed lightly over hers. The room faded away and all she could see was him. Trapped in his eyes, she felt like she could fall into them and keep falling forever.
He moved closer. “Akasha,” he murmured,” why do you hate me”
“I... don’t...” she said absently. “You wouldn’t understand”
“Try me,” he insisted. “It can’t be”
She could not help herself. Not when he was so close. Not when his breath fanned across her skin so deliciously. And when her lips met his, something inside her broke. Something savage.
She pulled him to her roughly, wrapping her arms tightly around his shoulders, tongue dueling, teeth nipping. He shuddered and groaned as she moved her mouth to his neck. Her mouth parted and she bit him. Hard.
He let out a startled moan. He slid his hand up her sweater. And at that moment, he knew there was no one else but her that could make him feel this way. That could make him this crazy. And no one could keep them apart.

Snape scanned the room, looking for Akasha. He was so happy to be able to spend time with her alone. Maybe they could take a walk up to the Shrieking Shack. She’d get scared at the idea of it being haunted and huddle up to him for comfort, and then he’d.
“What the- OH, MY GOD!” hi gasped, finally finding her. And not liking what he saw.
Sirius was groping her. In public. And she looked like she was enjoying it.
“YOU WHORE-BITCH! I KILL YOU! I KILL YOU”
The lovers broke apart, looking at Snape in anger. He lunged at Sirius in his fury, knocking the handsome boy off his chair.
“You can’t have her! She’s mine!” he hissed, clawing at Sirius.
But Sirius was much stronger than Snape. Within a matter of seconds, the greasy -haired boy was pinned to the floor. Sirius raised his fist, ready to wipe the smirk off Snivelly’s face, but Akasha grabbed him and pulled him back. Her strength shocked him. It was as if she weighed nothing to him.
“Stop it! Both of you!” she yelled, her green eyes unusually bright. “In case you failed to notice, I’m neither of yours. I don’t BELONG to anyone. I’m not some little trophy to pass around! And you best get that through your thick skulls.” This last part was directed at Sirius.
“Whore,” he ground out, glaring.
SMACK
Sirius’ head whipped to one side with the force of her blow, blood rising in the cheek where she had hit him.
“Don’t you ever- EVER- call me that again,” she growled. Her lip quivered slightly at his comment.
The look in her eyes- that betrayed, ashamed look- made him feel ashamed himself. But then her face hardened and her walls were higher than ever. He wanted to say he was sorry, wrap her up in his arms and forget this ever happened, but Macho Law forbade him from admitting he was wrong.
“Fine,” he said coldly. He stalked away.
As he thrust the front door open, he caught glimpse of himself in the window. Dark eyes burning, face uncharacteristically stony, skin flushed pink in anger. His hair was mussed and fell haphazardly onto his forehead, and his neck was bruised purple from her demanding kisses.
She had turned him into a raving madman; a complete wreck. If he didn’t stay away, he’d wind up getting himself thrown into Azkaban.

Christmas break came swiftly, and Akasha had never been so glad. She needed the rest. And she would be able to avoid Sirius as he rudely ignored her and flirted with every girl in his path. It made her blind with fury, but she couldn’t let him see that. Not when she knew he had to stay away. If it hadn’t been for Snape, she would have wound up ripping his throat out in front of half the school.
She sat, feeling her stomach growl. Why’d she have to be hungry now? And it’s not like I can hide behind Severus, she thought moodily. He’s off at home and I’m alone with that jerk Sirius.
She hissed at the thought. God, he was pissing her off lately. Flirting incessantly with those stupid little twits to make her jealous. What pissed her off more was that it was working.
Well, two can play at this game, she thought wickedly.
She stood at last, her earlier resolve to stay away broken, and stripped the over-sized T-shirt she was wearing over her head, thinking of ways to make Sirius sweat.

Sirius put down his goblet, puzzled. Something had shifted. Something... electrical. As if lightning were going to strike. He looked toward the Great Hall entrance. He was blinded momentarily by the sunlight streaming in. But then he saw her.
She took a step forward, soft brown hair brushing over bare shoulders as she looked around. Her smile was inviting and brilliantly white.
Her smile widened when she found him. Her steps paused. The abrupt stop sent her full skirt swishing about her thighs ever-so-slightly, drawing his attention to her long, slender legs. Sirius’ fingers itched to slide along those legs, under her skirt, and.
“Are you listening to me, Sirius?” a female voice whined.
He turned back to the willowy blonde and gave her a forced smile. “Of course, Bree,” he said, trying to concentrate on the girl at hand. Even though his back was turned to HER, his neck still tingled in anticipation, the bruising on his neck- now hidden beneath his Gryffindor scarf- a reminder of his longing and his passion for her.
Bree smiled at him and placed a coaxing hand on his arm. “As I was saying, maybe sometime we could have a butterbeer together at...” She trailed off, suddenly looking disdainful, as if she had a bad smell underneath her nose.
“Well, look what the house elves dragged in,” Bree said icily.
Akasha’s warm breath stirred the hairs at the nape of his neck. “What’s with the bimbo, Sirius?” she whispered. “You could do better”
Sirius shrugged her hands off. “Like you?” he mocked. “I thought that door was closed”
Her lips brushed the shell of his ear. “I never said it was locked...” she teased. She straightened and smiled triumphantly at Bree. “La Shelle,” she said passively.
The Barbie look-alike bristled. “Valerois,” she spat, making the name a curse.
The dark-skinned beauty shrugged, uncaring. “You have a nice day, too, Bree”
Bree snorted, looking highly affronted. “Whore,” she muttered as Akasha turned away and went to meet up with a group of friends.
“She’s not a whore,” Sirius said defensively, pulling away from Bree. “At least... not to my knowledge”
Bree laughed. “Yeah, and my mum eats dragon dung! Now, come on, let’s go for a walk. It’s such a nice day outside”
Sirius didn’t feel the nee to point out that it was a snow-flurry outside. He just let her drag him off anyway, wanting a distraction from Akasha.

Sirius was restless. He couldn’t sleep. Couldn’t stay still. He needed to get up, take a walk. The only problem was: James had the invisibility cloak tucked away under his mattress, and the boy was out like a light. He was lucky he at least had the Marauder’s Map: a magical map he and his friends had designed to show the school and anyone who might get in their way.
Deciding that was enough, he pulled back the covers of his bed. Stretched. And then left.
Outside the Gryffindor Tower, he padded silently down the halls, still feeling tense. He couldn’t for the life of him figure out what was wrong.
He looked back down at the map. SHIT! Professor Blackthorn was about to turn the corner, right into his path. Disconcerted, he looked around, trying to figure out what to do. A portrait of a sleeping tiger family was on his right. He turned to it and then looked at his map.
“Aurea mediocritas,” he whispered.
The portrait swung open and he quickly ducked inside. The portrait closed behind him. Sirius looked back down at the map. A small dot labeled Lasher Blackthorn walked on past the tiger portrait without pausing. That was when he heard it.
The soft continuous pattering of water against marble. And a soft, husky female voice.
“Oh, no...” He was in the Gryffindor girls’ showers. He knew he should turn around and get the hell out of there. But there was something familiar about that voice. About the lingering scent in the steamy air. And he finally realized what the tension was: Desire.

Akasha stood beneath the steady stream of the shower, letting it wash the soap from her body and the shampoo from her hair. As she reached for her towel, to dry her eyes, she heard footsteps. Any normal human wouldn’t have heard the small, stealthy steps across the tiled floor. But Akasha wasn’t human- and certainly not normal.
She leaned against the wall, the water spraying her front lightly. With tiny, cat-like sniffs, she placed the human scent. There. Just outside the open shower. To the side so he wouldn’t be seen. She licked her lips hungrily. Sirius.
You shouldn’t be here, she thought to the boy. Naughty, naughty boy.
She knew he was watching her. She could smell his desire for her, almost taste it on his sweat that hung in the air.
I’ll teach you to sneak about in forbidden places, she thought wickedly.
She let her head fall back against the tiled wall. Sighing, she let her hands slide up her belly to cup her aching breasts. Sirius took in a sharp breath.

Sirius could not believe his eyes. But here he was, frozen, staring at Akasha’s beautifully wet and naked body. One of her hands moved away from her large breasts and slid down her flat stomach to bury into the dark hair between her thighs.
At her soft moan, he nearly fell to his knees, his cock throbbing painfully against the fabric of his pants. He wanted so badly to replace her hands with his own and slide his fingers deep inside her.
Watching her avidly as she touched herself, he couldn’t help but slide his own hand into his pants to stroke himself. His breath hitched and he had to brace himself against the was to keep from melting to the ground at the onslaught of pleasure.
Akasha moaned again and then threw her head back in a choking cry as she came. Sirius watched as her body spasmed and writhed and then his own body was thrown into chaotic ecstasy. He bit his lip against his own cry.
And then her eyes met his.
Her full lips quirked up in a smug grin. She moved toward him, holding herself with complete confidence even though she was bare to his gaze.
“Sirius...” she purred, eyes still slightly glazed with lust. “You are a very NAUGHTY boy.” She laughed and grabbed her towel.
“I-I...” He cleared his throat. “I’m sorry”
She turned, eyeing him thoughtfully. Then she quickly landed a peck on his pink cheeks. “That should teach you not to lurk about in the girls’ showers,” she murmured, amused.
Sirius bristled. “I wouldn’t have to if you’d”
“Give a dog a bone?” she finished, not knowing how true it was.
“Argh! Why do you torture me like this?!” he yelled.
He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her to him. Her towel dropped to the floor. Her body, still wet, made his clothes damp too. But did she dare?
She did. “Because I can?” she said, gaze hungry.
Sirius bit his tongue on a retort. He wrapped his arms tightly around her as she moved in for the kiss.
“Who’s in there?!” a stern voice demanded. “Show yourselves now”
“Uh... oh... It’s McGonagall,” Akasha whispered, slightly anxious.
Sirius looked at her and then decided he could trust her enough. He pulled out the Marauder’s Map. She looked at in awe.
“That’s some map, Black,” she said lowly, looking at the moving dots.
“Come on,” he urged, picking up the towel and handing it to her. “There’s a secret passage- here”
He led her to a solid wall. She looked at him like he was crazy. “Trust me,” he said recklessly, then stepped forward.
He disappeared behind the marble wall.
“Sirius? Sirius! This isn’t funny! Where did you go?” she called, panicked.
His hand sliced through the wall, beckoning her. Footsteps were getting closer, the professor about to turn the corner. After a brief hesitation, she took his hand and walked through the wall and into a hidden passageway. They locked eyes for a moment in temporary truce.
Fingers still interlaced, they ran.