Walking in Sunlight

Walking in Sunlight (Unedited)

by Morvana Dúmiruvor©

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters that have been previously used in J.K. Rowling’s Harry Potter series. Thank you.

Note to readers: It was 11.10 at night. I had just read a diary of the previous year. I had this immediate wish, no need, for some smutty romance to write. So I asked myself, what can I write that can have some romantic, sweet, loverly, utterly fluffy storyline? And then I realized: a girl that no one has ever known about with Sirius Black. Twist? Ah, but you’re going to have to read on!!

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Night had fallen on the newly fallen snow of Hogwarts. The crescent moon sparkled above the iced-over lake. The giant squid had since retreated to a cozy cave for a very unusual hibernation. It seemed that all of Hogwarts was hibernating. But then a rowdy cheer arises from the Gryffindor Tower, and we now see that Gryffindor is deep within a celebration.

Gryffindor was well on its way to stardom. They had won all of their matches so far in Quidditch, thanks and welcome to James Potter, the wonderful Seeker of the team.

Sirius watched from an armchair across the large coffee table as the girls oohed and ahhed over his best friend. For once he was feeling jealous of his friend. It was their seventh year, and he hadn’t had a steady girlfriend since–okay, he’d never had a serious girlfriend. A few one-night stands here and there up in the Astronomy Tower had occurred, and possibly with a couple girls in the Prefect’s bathroom, but nothing serious. They had been forced to get over it when they had seen him with other girls hanging on his arm afterwards. But James now had every girl in Gryffindor (not to mention Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin) in complete love with him. As James laughed modestly at a few simpers of how “wonderful” he was, Sirius heavily resisted puking his guts out.

Someone came up behind him and propped an elbow on his shoulder. He sniffed, using his somewhat canine senses to smell them before he momentarily look up at the girl at his shoulder. She smelled like...cinnamon and spices. “Hi, Macilia.”

“Hello Sirius. So, I’m not the only one about to puke because of this sickening display of...I can’t even think of the word to describe this–”

“Vulgarity.”

“Yes, I believe that describes this display of testosterone and gross female hormone is vulgarity.”

Macilia was a strange girl, but sexy to the core. Her long, luxurious, black hair flowed down to her skinny waist. She had these violently green eyes, and her tan, exotic skin was desired by most that came in contact with her. Her mother had been from the Middle East–a prostitute and belly-dancing witch who had realized that magic wasn’t created only with a wand, and she had met Macilia’s infedelious young father. In one night, Macilia had been produced, a beautiful young girl with wit, but she was as trustworthy as fox. She was also as vain as possible. Years of living with a mother who had shoved her daughter’s beauty into her daughter’s head caused a sense of ultimate vanity. Macilia was well known for yanking boys along on a string and then dropping them as soon as she had picked them up. She was infamous around Gryffindor Tower for her little affairs. Even the teachers knew of her behavior. Most of them disliked her greatly–she wasn’t misunderstood at all, either. They all knew her for the vicious slut that she was. Unfortunately she hadn’t been caught in the act yet, and so she could not be persecuted fully for her whorish behavior.

Sirius had never tried to uncover that forbidden ground–something about her told him that she would double-cross him as soon as he would double-cross others–and he didn’t need the barb in the reputation. She had actually repeatedly cursed Peter away, and had avoided James. James, also, liked to fool around, and Macilia preferred not to associate with the perfect little Head. Instead she had harbored a fascination with his best mate, Sirius. Maybe it was the dogged roughness about him, but whatever it was, she had a definite attraction that had never been shown until now, when she stood at a certain angle towards Sirius’ body. He knew what it all meant.

“So, um...” he was starting to get uncomfortable.

James was no longer paying any attention to his group of attentive young women. Now he was openly staring at the two of them in shock.

“Sirius, mate, can I talk to you?” he asked in a strangled voice.

“Uh, sure,” Sirius said, not knowing exactly what to say otherwise.

They walked to a different side of the commons while Macilia sat there, tapping her fingers and pouting with her gorgeous white teeth biting a pink lip. She saw Sirius look at her and instantly a hand reached up to her hair, and she began to twirl a perfect locke of black hair in her fingers. Sirius instantly saw a picture of himself shagging her senseless on a tabletop–

“Sirius, back to the real-world, please?” James asked him, unhappily.

“Ergh, yeah mate. What was it that you wanted?” he asked him distractedly.

“I–you know what? Nevermind. I forgot.”

Sirius inwardly grinned. Yeah, that’s right. He forgot.

He walked back to his seat, next to Macilia. She proceeded to sit on the arm of the chair and began a deep talk about experimental potions with him.

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One week later, Sirius viewed Christmas apprehensively. Lately, Macilia had been hanging around with him, even in the presence of teachers. He wasn’t entirely liking the situation. She neglected his friends, but paid utmost attention to him. And as she got more intimate with him, occasionally brushing her fingers by his own, or grabbing his arm playfully when he said something amusing, he started to have somewhat arousing dreams. They started irritating, but grew to be a part of his evening that he looked forward to. He started something that he had never personally cared for in the past seven years–drawing the hangings around his bed. “To keep out the cold,” he told James, but even James knew that Padfoot overheated in the middle of winter. James knew it had something to do with Macilia, but he didn’t know exactly what.

On Christmas Eve, Sirius laid awake at night, thinking about Macilia. He would have like dearly to forget her, but the curves of her body, and the electric shock that ran through his body when her fingers brushed his, wouldn’t allow him to forget her and move on. Besides, Macilia had set her mind on him, and she would not allow him to get away from her.

Sirius could no longer stay still. He rolled out of bed, rubbing his bare chest concernedly. He didn’t know exactly what he intended to do. The only thing that Sirius was inclined to do was to walk over to his friend’s chest and pull it open. As quietly as possible, he rummaged quietly through the chest, until at the very bottom he saw the precise items that he wanted: the Marauder’s Map, and the Invisibility Cloak. He picked both from the bottom and took them over to his bed and drew the thick, maroon hangings about, so no one would be disturbed (nor could he) by the light that he cast over the map as he muttered “I solemnly swear I am up to no good!”

Sirius looked about the castle, wondering who was about tonight. A few ghosts, a pacing Pr. Slughorn guarding his own stores (for heaven knows what reason) and no students were about except–

“Macilia!” Sirius breathed. He started to get...in a word...excited. As he thought about what kind of mischief she was getting into, he started to feel a slight discomfort down below.

He pulled on some clothing and then threw the cloak over his shoulders, becoming invisible immediately. Unfortunately, he was still there physically and he could be heard. Sirius was going to have to be careful, because he knew her senses were extremely sharp.

He found her within moments. And she had gone within the Room of Requirement.

Sirius and his friends had discovered the Room in their third year. What James had really needed at the time was a place to carry out the ritual of becoming an Animagus. While pacing furiously, he had gotten rather sick and had hurried to run into the broom cupboard, but it turned out to be exactly what he needed. The secret was almost immediately apparent to all, and so they had taken advantage of the Room more than once since.

Sirius followed her as quietly as possible, hoping not to disturb her, nor alert her of his presence. When Sirius stepped into the room, he almost gasped. The room looked like a bathroom. Roses had been spontaneously strewn everywhere. Everything smelled wonderful. In the center of the room, Sirius saw her leaning over a large bathtub. She was dressed in a silky chemise, which barely covered the undergarments beneath. There was a black brassiere and black knickers beneath. Sirius felt a little queasy. What he was doing was definitely wrong. But it felt wonderful.

She then proceeded to do what Sirius had known that she would–she began to undress.

He watched in utter amazement as she revealed to him what she had been fully wanting to reveal–but not on these terms. She would probably sputter in anger if he told her that he had seen her like this tomorrow. It made him grin.

When she was completely naked, she slipped into the tub. Sirius heard her sigh contentedly, and then he saw her do something that he had never had the pleasure of experiencing–give herself her own pleasure.

How long he watched her, he didn’t know, but he was fully grateful to have been there at that time. He would now know exactly how to treat her if he were to....

When she finished and began to actually bathe herself, he let out a sigh. It was over. He would definitely make a habit of coming again.

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The next day, Christmas, came early in the form of James jumping on top of Sirius and waking the young teenager fitfully. Sirius clubbed his mate hard on the head, but then realized that he had presents to open.

“Sorry, mate, wow! Look, seems I got a present from Wendy. She was a good time, wasn’t she? Remember that time, eh...”

James, knowing exactly what he meant, referring to the time that they had sandwiched the girl Wendy from Hufflepuff and had left her naked and breathless on the floor of the Astronomy Tower. Apparently it hadn’t been enough and she had found some way to bring Snape to her side that night as well. It was the last time that Sirius and James had anything to do with her.

Sirius quickly got to the bottom of the pile, half of which was from past affairs, a small parcel from his parents, a larger one from little brother, and then a small package at the bottom, in which was the small undergarments that Sirius had watched Macilia take off the previous night. The note enclosed said, Did you have as much fun last night as I did?

Sirius trembled violently. She had figured out where he had been last night.

“Sirius, what’s wrong mate?” asked James. Sirius told him nothing, stuffing it into his trunk, grabbed his friend, and Remus, and all three left for the Great Hall.

As hardly anyone had been left, Pr. Dumbledore had insisted that one large table be used by all. Macilia sat by Sirius. Beneath the table, one hand snaked in his lab, prodding and squeezing, tickling and pinching. He knew exactly was she wanted. Now, he was willing to give it to her.

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Sirius left the Great Hall first, standing behind a suit of armor, trying to hide. Macilia came fifteen minutes later, found him immediately, grabbed his sweaty hand, and pulled him up to Gryffindor tower.

Macilia didn’t go into his dorms like he had thought, or to her own. Instead, she went to a precise spot on the wall, touched it with one elegant finger, and voila! A secret passageway was revealed. She beckoned in one graceful “Come hither” movement and he followed breathlessly, not knowing what to do, otherwise.

She led him up the stairwell, and up into a large chamber. There was a desk and a large circle bed with silk sheets.

“Would you like to know how this came to be?” asked Macilia, voice barely above a whisper.

“Yes,” Sirius replied, even quieter.

“Apparently,” she said with a smile, “Godric Gryffindor liked to get it on with the students. He couldn’t do it in his own apartments, because there was little or no privacy there. So, instead he magically created this room. Every night he would bring an unwitting fifth year up here and make love to her, telling her how exotically gorgeous she was, and how he would marry her after she got out of school. She would graduate years later, and then her horny little heart would be broken. Poor hussies. All those broken hearts....” She grinned like a feral cat, showing him who was in control. Sirius was not used to being dominated. He didn’t like these terms. It was then that he strode over to her and grabbed her head, forcing her lips to his.

It was possibly the most sensuous kiss that Sirius had every been privy too. Her tongue came in bursts and she made her tongue explore every crevice of his mouth. It wasn’t long before he realized he was doing exactly that, as well.

Macilia felt something brush up against her leg that had not been there before. She would have grinned had her lips been free. Not exactly her fantasy, but Sirius was exceeding expectations.

Her hands snuck their way down to his member and there she felt his pulsating member. He groaned, and she realized that he wished to have it released from its confines.

Pulling away, she told him, “Oh, but you’re not ready yet....”

She stood back and then slowly and deliberately began to unfasten her cloak. Beneath her robe was a plain white shirt, which she removed gently. Beneath the shirt lay her perfectly rounded breasts. Stepping forward, he let his hands run over them, gently caressing them. It was not long before it was not enough. He lowered his mouth to them. She moaned as he served her body’s wishes. He pulled her skirt down gently, and beneath that there was nothing also. She had intended for this to be that way. Slowly he lowered his head farther. Now she was writhing beneath his expertise. Sirius picked her up bodily and put her on the bed. His hands ran smoothly up and down her body, but still he felt that he wasn’t getting enough. He de-robed, and she watched in fascination as he slowly became has naked as she. She stood, this time pushing him on the bed. Slowly, she sat, one leg on either side. Her hands felt his member and gently she began to massage it, loving the feeling of his erection. He moaned and realized that foreplay had never been this sexy. After too long, he could not stand it.

He rolled over on top of her, pinned her down, and then started to shag her. Her back arched and she cried out in the heat of her passion, grabbing his buttocks. This was too good to be true.

He felt it coming, and he wished it was far away, but finally he was done, and he rolled over.

“That was...” he started, “Amazing,” she finished. She then sat on his chest and began to make love once more.