Like Father Like Son.

Draco straightened his clothes and his hair as Gizelle still sat in an orgasmic heap on the floor.

“See you tonight at dinner.” Draco said leaning as he kissed her on the cheek.

Gizelle watched Draco walk down the hallway and disappear around the corner. Slowly, she could feel her breath returning to normal and the tingling in her body subsided. It was then that she noticed she was lying on the floor with no pants on. Using the wall to support her she shakily stood up and pulled her skirt and underwear back on. Suddenly, something caught her eye. Someone was moving in the shadows. Gizelle quickly rummaged through her coat, which Draco had thrown on the floor, for her wand.

“Show yourself!” she called brandishing her wand, ready to crucio anyone he attacked her.

“My, my Gizelle. You certainly have become the little tart haven’t you.” Said a low voice from the darkness.

“I m not going to ask you again, show yourself.”

No sooner had Gizelle uttered those words the figure stepped out from the darkness. Gizelle gasped and dropped her wand as she backed against the wall for fear she might faint. He was dressed in all black. His walking stick clicked against the floor, echoing off the walls.

“Sirius.” Gizelle said breathlessly. “Your supposed to be….”

“Dead?” he said finishing her sentence. “Yes, I’m very aware of that my dear.”

Gizelle was at a loss for words. There he was looking the same as she remembered. Sirius had been her mentor when she interned under him in the ministry of magic right before he died. She had always lusted after him in one-way or another. Gizelle couldn’t figure out what it was about him. His primality, his look, the way he kept the top few buttons of his shirt undone so you could see the black ink of his tattoo’s peeking out, taunting her. She longed to rip the rest of those buttons open and trace her fingers along those tattoo’s to drive him wild.

“But…Sirius…..how can you be alive!? Does Harry know?”

“Yes my dear, he knows. I have to keep it a secret though. If the deatheaters find out I m alive, they will kill me once and for all.”

“Then why are you here? If your trying to keep this a secret, this is the last place you should be!!” Gizelle whispered as she pushed him into the dark corner for fear someone might see him. It was a tight fit with the two of them. Gizelle could feel his sculpted torso against her along with the hardness of his sex against her leg. She could tell that he was trying hard not to call her attention to his growing erection.

“I need you to do something for me. I need you to get some information from Lucius Malfoy.”

Gizelle looked at Sirius oddly.

“Why? What kind of information?”

“We think that the deatheaters may be bulding up their strength again. Something dark is brewing Gizelle. We need to know what is going on.”

“But why would they be building their strength up when there is no Dark Lord to follow?

“That’s what we are trying to find out my dear. Will you do this for me? Please?”

Gizelle looked into those gorgeous dark eyes and knew she couldn’t say no.

“Alright Sirius. You can count on me.”

“ Meet me here tomorrow night at midnight.”

“But that only gives me tonight to find out this information!”

Sirius stroked her cheek.

“Im sorry Gizelle but I need this information now. I know you can do it.”

With that Siruis disappeared into the darkness leaving Gizelle wet and with a mission.