In Secret

The cellar at Honeydukes smelled of mildew and syrup. Empty crates lined the farthest wall, covering the entrance to the tunnel that lead back to Hogwarts castle. Barrels of sweets were stacked near the rickety stairwell. Sirius stood midway up the staircase and surveyed the dank, musty room. The Ravenclaw girl waited one step above him. He turned to her, rocking back and forth slowly on the edge of the stair. He’d forgotten her name already.

“Come here…Love.” His tone was both authoritative and mischievous. She tilted her head and leaned toward him and he kissed her with his eyes open. Gently at first, but suddenly he had her stretched along the stairwell, robe open, skirt up, one hand behind her head, the other freely exploring the territory under her skirt.

”Sirius…in the…in the cellar?” He’d pulled her sweater off and was wandering over her neck and collarbone with his lips as he rubbed between her legs with rough fingertips. The Ravenclaw whimpered and sank her fingers into his hair. He retreated without warning and lifted her back to her feet. Nose-to-nose, he asked, “Think you can keep up?”
She nodded, chest heaving and he could smell the desire he’d left between her legs. “Follow me, then.”

He leapt over the balustrade to the cellar floor and headed for the tunnel entrance. She paused behind him and he pulled her in with a touch more strength than necessary. He did not apologize. “You walk ahead. You stop if I tell you. You run if I tell you. Clear?” He barely saw her nodding against the dim light leaking into the tunnel from the cellar, but it was enough. He drew the crates back across the opening and gave her a light push on the shoulder to get her moving.
“Where are we going?” she asked.
“Never you mind…just walk.”

For several minutes, he kept an ear to sound of her shoes clicking steadily against the stone floor. “Stop,” he muttered, and pulled a silver flask from his robe. The tunnel was silent but for their breathing, and he took a long drink. “Firewhisky?” he offered, and he felt her move close to him. He used his free hand to find her lips and placed the flask to them, pouring firewhisky into her mouth until he felt it drip down her chin a bit. Sirius licked at the drips with just the tip of his tongue and shoved the flask back into his robe.

“Lumos.”
Sirius’ wand was held lazily at his hip, creating shadow-play on the Ravenclaw’s robe as it fell into a pile at her feet.

With one arm he held her, gripping her scalp through her tightly curled black hair, and pushed her to the wall. His other hand casually held the illuminated wand; he brought it up, touched it to her neck, and slowly dragged it downward. Grinning, as he did, he met her eyes. “You want to make it really interesting, pet?” he asked. She smiled and relaxed against the wall, and readied to speak.
“Silencio”, he muttered. Her head shot up and she glared at him scathingly. Her stare mixed hatred with pleading and his smile widened as he tightened his grip on her curls. “Me first,” he whispered, and pushed her to her knees.

The Ravenclaw pulled at Sirius’ trousers in frenzy; the wand disappeared into his robe next to the flask and the map. Sirius buried both hands in her hair as his cock made its way between her lips. He retrieved his flask and finished it off, tipping his head back to concentrate on the feel of the stuff coursing its way quickly through his body. He was rigid in her mouth; it was time to move. Sirius gripped the curls in his hand ever tighter and raised the Ravenclaw back to her feet, pushing her back against the wall again. His rough fingertips again found their way under her skirt, this time ripping away her knickers. He lifted her onto his shoulders, leaning her by the back against the stone wall, hands at her hips, and buried his tongue between her legs. She bucked against him, grabbing great handfuls of his dark hair between her fingers as he attacked her clit, scraping downward with his teeth, back upward again with his tongue.

He could sense that her orgasm had run its course. He gently helped her back to her feet. Her rumpled skirt hung limply over her hips, her sweater and robe were a heap on the tunnel floor. Sirius tossed his robe into the mix and laid her purposefully atop the pile.

His wand stuck partway out of his robe pocket, tip still illuminated and casting its
light on the Ravenclaw’s hungry face. He grabbed the wand and lightly jabbed the tip of it into her neck. A cheshire grin flashed across his face and dissolved whatever fear she might have felt at having a wand at her throat. “No worries, Love.” Sirius closed his eyes and uttered “Sonorus” a split second before plunging into her. Her moans echoed through the tunnel and he excited at the thought that someone at either entrance might hear. He lifted her hips off the floor, tossing her legs over his shoulders. He still couldn’t remember her name. It didn’t matter. Again and again he thrust at her, and she dug her fingernails into his arms more deeply each time. Her second orgasm was not quieted with the Silencing Charm this time and he brought her up to him, covering her moans with his kiss…and a warning tug at her hair. He used his wand to put her voice back to normal again, and stayed with her while she shuddered off the dregs of climax.

Moments later, redressed and back on Honeydukes’ shop floor, he shot her a wink across the crowded room, turned heel to head back out to the street, and promptly put her out of his mind.
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