In Over My Head

Warning! This is for my own and my best friends Humor...I'm not writing a work of pure genius! Nor am I trying to compare it to Harry Potter's greatness. This is just a bunch of crap I decided to write when I was bored. Oh, and I can not stress this enough...THIS IS HUMOR! I'm aware my main character is a Minor. I was a minor once, crushing on older men....I know how she feels, there fore I made her funny! I'm sure no one is reading thi


Chapter 1: Wicked Games




I crossed my legs under the desk and shifted my weight onto my left side. History of Magic was the most excrutiatingly boring class I have ever witnessed. What makes anyone think that kids actually want to know who Wyndollyn the Weird was? So she was obsessed with being burned at the stake, 'woohoo'.


I tapped my finger on the wood surface and looked over at the Gryffindors. Another question that boggles my mind is: Who actually thought that putting two of the biggest rivaling houses together in almost ALL classes will stop the fueds? I rolled my eyes and checked the large clock on the wall behind the ghost Professor's head. The side of his head was infront of the clock, and I sighed.


Only a few more seconds and Defense Against The Dark Arts would be starting. See, that would be the best class in my entire 7 years at Hogwarts, if it weren't for the fact that I was paired with Pottyface the first day of school. But, the professor, Sirius Black, favored Pottyface, therefore, I was paid attention to. This thought made me grin.


Sirius Black was the epitome of sexy. And the fact that he was older than I was, made him even more so. I have a thing for older men. I can remember back in my third year Professor Snape was my eye candy. He was delicious in my eyes. And then he gave me detention for staring at him too long and I stopped liking him. He had me clean all the containers! Some of that crap had mold on it!


With another roll of my eyes, I shifted my weight again. But, I couldn't be out of comfort for long. The bell rang shortly after and I shot out of my desk. I barely had time to grab my books before flying out the door, down the corridors and down the stairs into the DADA room.


Like usual, I was the first in the room. I slowed in my walking and approached the door with a casual stroll. Sirius was at his desk, looking over a roll of parchment when I walked in. Pathetically, I barely could hide my grin. Why should I? Couldn't I be happy about a class?


Apparently, Professor Black thought I was up to something. "Are you plotting my demise?" He asked, not even looking up from his paper. My heart skipped a beat as he spoke. He rarely ever spoke directly to me. After I slid into my seat, speechless, Professor Black spoke back up. "Are you deaf today, Samantha?"


"No sir..I was caught off guard. And yes, I am plotting your demise. In fact, I have a pretty long list of how I could do it."


"Do what, Miss Drake?"


"You---I mean---kill you." I blushed furiously


Sirius paused in his reading and looked up slightly. His cheeks were a bit pink, but I couldn't tell if he was blushing too, or if he was just hot from the late summer heat. Before he could question me further, Pottyface and his followers walked in. Their presence brought upon more and more until the entire class was filled with Slytherin's and Gryffindor's.


Sirius glanced at me before rising out of his desk chair. My heart skipped four beats that time. Professor Black made his way around the desk and sat on the edge of it. I could see his arse and how cute it looked all squished against the edge of the wood surface.

Of course, he probably noticed my staring at his nether regions. Although, I have stared there quite a bit...Don't know why this time would be any more surprising than yesterday when I stared at his groin. "Miss Drake, are you listening." I looked up to see Sirius right in front of the desk. Apparently he had said something important. Most of the students were scribbling words in their notebooks, and here I was, not even un packed. Pottyface looked up at me and waited for my response.


"No sir, I am not listening. Could you repeat it?"


"No I will not. You should listen the first time." I rolled my eyes as soon as he turned around to finish his speech. Unlike anyone else in my position, I still refused to unpack my things. I figured I waited this long, why take paper out now? I'd just get it from Christie later...I always ace these tests. Sirius doesn't know how easy Dark Arts were. I doubt he even has teaching experience... But, he was a golden boy like Pottyface and Weasel. Most everyone adores them and treats them like kings. If only Sirius knew how good I'D treat him--


"Miss Drake! I thought I wouldn't have to tell you again to pay attention. But, obviously, you have a hearing problem. Stay after class and maybe you'll listen to what I'll tell you."

"But this is the last class of the day! I have homework to do ya' know! And Slytherins have Quidditch practice!"


Professor Black narrowed his grey eyes and crossed his arms over his chest. "You don't play Quidditch."


"Well, of course I don't...But the boys do." A round of laughter throughout the class made my grin widen. However, as soon as Sirius glared harder at me, my smile faded. "


You will stay after class and we will discuss my terms of detention, do I make myself clear?" I rolled my eyes, making sure he saw me.


"Crystal, sir." I growled the words through clenched teeth and sat back in my seat. There definately was no way I'd do work NOW! Sirius was a bitch! Oh, but what a deliciously HOT bitch he was. How I'd like to--

Just as I closed my eyes to daydream about a serious makeout session with my professor, a hand slammed down on my desk. I was jerked from my reverie and was staring face to face with Sirius Black. An ex-convict he was, but I was not a bit scared of him.


"Miss Drake, I'm fed up with your idiotic (insert a horrified gasp from me) behaviour! Get your act together or get out of my classroom."


I sat back in my seat and crossed my arms over my chest. My breasts were heaving from anger, but I kept my cool. "If I left would you still want me to come back after class? Or is my detention canceled now? Honestly, man, make up you mind." The tension in the air was thick enough to stand on.


There was no sound from anyone, no breathing, no whispering and certainly no giggling. Professor Black stood up straight and walked to the side of my desk. His hips were level with my shoulders, and I looked up at his face innocently.


"Class, you're dismissed." I grinned satisfied with my accomplishment, and I stood up. However, as soon as my feet were sturdy on the ground, a strong hand shoved me back down into my seat. "You...stay."


I watched the students file out of the classroom. They were still silent. Only a select few were brave enough to whisper quietly between each other. I heard someone say my name and the corner of my lips twitched. "Harry, shut the door on your way out." Sirius said to Pottyface. I blinked as the door slammed shut a few seconds later.


Sirius was still beside my desk, his hips level with my shoulders, and his body close enough that I cuold smell his aftershave. I detected spices, and a few other ingredients to balance the intoxicating aroma. I could swim in his smell.


"Stand up, Samantha." The way his raspy voice growled my name made chills explode down my spine like a river of lava flowing down a volcano. I did as I was told and stood up. My gaze was straight ahead, and I would not allow myself to look at him. Even though, I was dying to see the fire flicker in his eyes. My professor circled me, walking around the desk and chair as he did so. "Care to explain yourself?"


I gave a shrug.


"Not the answer I was looking for. Try again."


"It's kind of personal and a long story." I had absolutely no idea what I was saying. The only reason I had for my acting the way I did was that I had the biggest crush on Sirius. But, I'd never tell him.


"We have time. As you said earlier, this is the last class of the day...You have no more obligations." I rolled my eyes and sighed. "Fine, but it's not a lovely story. I'm on my period, my boyfriend of a year broke up with me, my mother and father have practically disowned me because I let the boy get away. Apparently he was good money to marry into the family and it was my fault he cheated on me. So, in order to deal with all this crap, I've developed a hard shell on the outside while on the inside I'm a ball of fried emotions waiting to burst out!" I dropped down into my seat and let the tears flow. Don't get me wrong, these were not fake. They weren't planned either, but they weren't fake. How stupid I was to think I could talk about all of that and not cry! Don't let him see you down! Are you a Slytherin or not?!

Deciding that I was indeed Slytherin, I stood up and grabbed my bags, forcing the tears to stop flowing. I could see Sirius advancing toward me, but I didn't let him. "I'm sorry, Professor, it won't happen again!" My feet moved as quick as they could toward the door, but it wasn't fast enough. Sirius pressed his back against the door before I could open it, and he sighed. "If you had told me you were having some emotional problems, I wouldn't have been so hard on you." I could have giggled. He said 'hard on'


"I'ts ok, Professor. You couldn't have possibly known. I guess I'm just a bit lonely now-a-days. What with no parents, practically." Guilt trip! Perfect, he's aching on the inside...I can hear his heart breaking! Oh, kiss me! Tell me I'm going to be alright.


"Do you need anything? I can talk to Dumbledore for you...maybe he can...talk to you about this further."


"I could use a hug." I suggested cautiously. His suggestion went in one ear and out the other. How could I listen to that though when I was on the verge of being pressed agianst the sexiest man in the world? I put my thumbnail into my mouth and looked up at Sirius through my eyelashes. His chest wasn't moving. He held his breath! A minute passed, and I swear I could hear the ticking of the clock louder than the whistle on the Hogwarts Express. Just as I ducked my head to move past my professor and out the door, Sirius grabbed my shoulders. His fingers left a trail of hot goosebumps as he slid them down my arms. I stuck my tongue out of my mouth to wet my lips and it still did not help. I was breathing too hard to keep my lips wet.


Sirius grasped my books and leaned over to set them down on an empty desk. When he returned to me, I closed my eyes. I felt like a naked virgin, standing in front of an experienced man. His embrace would break my innocence, and together we'd reach that point where we'd all love to stay, and the point we can never grasp onto. I felt a fresh batch of tears well in my eyes as Sirius closed the space between us. Even before his arms wrapped around my shoulders, we stood pressed against each other, our arms at our sides. It was as if we were crossing an invisible barrier with one hug. Afterwards, we'd never cross back over to teacher/student anymore. We'd be more. I'd have more than any other girl in Hogwarts had from him, he'd have more than any other professor had from me...And I was willing to cross that line with a hop, skip and a jump! It seemed to take forever for him to gather enough courage to embrace me. But, like a pressure waiting to explode, he did, and I felt as if I were flying. His warmth and smell mixed together, and dizzied me.


I can't remember when I brought my arms around his waist. All I could remember was feeling how my fingers hooked together behind him, pulling him closer to me. Courage got the best of me and I raised my chin to look into his face. Something was there, mirroring my own feelings from his eyes. Could he feel the chemistry too? I blinked a few times, just to make sure I was not dreaming. Once I was satisfied that I wasn't, I felt a bit more wreckless. There was no fear at all. No fear of being caught, no fear of rejection...none what so ever.


As I raised myself on my tip-toes and stopped once my lips were barely touching his, I could feel the whiskers on his chin touch mine. My head swam with thoughts. They flew in my mind like a million crazy owls, dizzying me even more. Sirius' hands grasped my back, pushing me up so my mouth pressed against his. My mind exclaimed 'Eureka!'. I had found what I had been searching for! My thoughts ceased, my body failed to function properly. And in a sweeping blast of emotions, I was pressed against the cold stone of the wall. I let go of Sirius' waist to press my hands against the wall.


Our lips moved in a hypnotic rythem. My skin was scratched from his sharp whiskers, and the pain only increased the pleasure. I tilted my head to the side, only to be moved by Sirius another way. He was kissing me properly! Not like the immature kisses I've recieved in the back of Honeydukes, or in an akward position in the Astronomy Tower.


I had never been shoved against a wall with passion, and kissed with such hunger. I have never been touched the way Sirius lit my skin on fire. And I will never experience anything better or more erotic.
In my inexperience, I've heard of how to make a man get 'in the mood', and now it was my chance to work them out. So, first off, I have to stop this.


I put my hands to my professors chest and pushed him away. "I'm sorry...I can't do this..." I licked my lips, barely able to stand without toppling over from lack of air. Sirius jumped back and rubbed his lips with his finger. "You're right...You should go..." I nodded and reached toward the desk for my books. As soon as they were in my hands, I headed toward the door. However, a hand wrapped around my wrist before I could go.


"Detention, tomorrow at 7." I looked into his grey eyes and something flickered between us. Suddenly, I realized that detention would be very interesting between us now.

AN- If Sirius IS OOC a bit...keep in mind that he's been to Azkaban, through a weird veil, and back again....So his attitude may have tuned DOWN just a tad. Oh, and sorry Voldie-lovers but he-who-must-not-be-named is not mentioned in this story...review!