The Library
The Library
[Sirius/OC; PG-13; 982 words]
Author's Notes: Early draft of Young and Restless.
First Posted: 6 February 2008
Summary: What else are libraries for?
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Sirius moved cautiously through the library. Not only did he not want to call attention to himself - he was Sirius Black, and he never went to the library - but he didn’t want Madam Pince to swoop down on him.
He wasn’t doing anything wrong. This time. The old bat had caught him … well, several times … pulling various pranks on the dutiful students that frequented the library. Sirius chuckled fondly at the memories before realising he had done so aloud.
No, this time he was simply looking for someone. He hadn’t seen her since that night she had stormed into the common room in tears, wearing fishnet stockings. Sirius had been strangely drawn to her, but he never got the chance to get to know her better. She was simply never around.
Normally, he'd just use the Marauder's Map, but James had it, and he didn't really want to explain who he was looking for.
Sirius had looked everywhere for her. Mind, he didn’t fancy her or anything. He was just …curious.
Yeah, that’s it, he mused. I’m just curious about her. Where does she hide herself? I mean, the castle is big, but it’s not that big.
After strolling through nearly the entire library, Sirius felt like giving it up. He’d checked all the usual study sections, places he’d found Remus, and sometimes Peter, studying. She wasn’t there. He’d looked down all the aisles in the non-fiction section, but she wasn’t there. Sirius glanced briefly over at the fiction section before heading for the door. Why anyone would waste their time reading silly stories was beyond him. He never ventured down there.
But then he stopped, considering. It was possible she was in there, and anyway, it couldn’t hurt to look. Shrugging, Sirius retraced his steps and walked down the aisle, glancing right and left and right, looking down every aisle he passed.
He almost walked right past her. There she was, curled up on the floor at the end of the aisle, leaning against the wall with a huge book resting on her lap. Her long dirty blonde hair was pulled partly back off her face, and she was twirling the ends around and around her fingers as she read.
Sirius leaned casually on the end of the bookshelf, entranced. She was obviously deeply enthralled with whatever she was reading, and she had no idea he was there. He watched her eyes flit back and forth across the page, moving ever lower, and then they snapped up to the next page. She was a fast reader.
‘Hey,’ he called softly. Startled, she looked up quickly, her face breaking into a wide grin as she recognised him.
‘Hey, yourself,’ she said, getting to her feet - somewhat clumsily, Sirius noted with a smile. He walked down the aisle toward her, his hands stuffed into his pockets. She closed her book, keeping one finger on her page, and grasped it to her chest, tucking her hair back behind her ears. ‘What are you doing here?’
‘Oh, just looking,’ Sirius said, shrugging. It was true, though he hadn’t been looking for books. ‘Haven’t seen you around lately,’ he mentioned in what he hoped was a casual manner.
She smiled. ‘No, I suppose I spend most of my free time in here. There are just so many good books!’
‘What was that you were reading?’
‘Oh, this is one of my favourites,’ she said, her face lighting up in enthusiasm. ‘It’s called “Potions and Prejudice.” It’s about a girl and a guy who hate each other at first, but eventually they realise that they were wrong about each other. Then, of course, they fall in love. I’ve read it so many times.’ She blushed, embarrassed about rambling on, and stretched up on her toes to put the book back in its place on the top shelf.
Sirius moved to help her, his chest brushing against her back and his chin against her hair as he reached up a hand to slide the book in place.
‘Thanks,’ she said softly, turning around before Sirius had stepped away, and he froze. He couldn’t bring himself to move away. He was mesmerised by her nearness, by her beautiful blue-grey eyes, her smooth skin, her rounded nose, her mouth …
Without any further thought, Sirius bent down and pressed his lips to hers. She stiffened in surprise and then slowly, ever so slowly, she began to kiss him back, her hands creeping up to rest on his chest.
Sirius moaned when he felt her responding, and he stepped closer to her, pressing her back against the bookshelf, his tongue teasing her bottom lip, asking for entrance. He curled a hand into her soft hair as she opened her mouth to him and wrapped his other arm around her waist, pulling her flush against his chest.
He could have kissed her for hours, but his lungs thought otherwise. Reluctantly, he pulled away, gasping for breath, but keeping his arm firmly tucked around her.
‘Merlin,’ he breathed, pressing his forehead against hers.
‘Mm-hmm,’ she agreed. He pulled back a little so he could see her. ‘So, it looks like you were able to shove your tongue down my throat after all.’
Sirius blushed, remembering their first conversation. ‘Hey, at least now I’ll be able to pay attention to what you’re saying without thinking about snogging you as soon as you shut up.’
‘Hmm,’ she said, her eyes twinkling. ‘I’m glad this has solved that little problem for you. Only trouble is, I’m not sure that plan is going to work.’
‘What?’ Sirius said in disappointment. ‘What do you mean?’
In answer, she twined her arms around his neck and pulled him down for another kiss. ‘I think I’ll be a little too busy kissing you to talk.’
Sirius grinned widely against her mouth. He couldn't argue with that.
[Sirius/OC; PG-13; 982 words]
Author's Notes: Early draft of Young and Restless.
First Posted: 6 February 2008
Summary: What else are libraries for?
::
Sirius moved cautiously through the library. Not only did he not want to call attention to himself - he was Sirius Black, and he never went to the library - but he didn’t want Madam Pince to swoop down on him.
He wasn’t doing anything wrong. This time. The old bat had caught him … well, several times … pulling various pranks on the dutiful students that frequented the library. Sirius chuckled fondly at the memories before realising he had done so aloud.
No, this time he was simply looking for someone. He hadn’t seen her since that night she had stormed into the common room in tears, wearing fishnet stockings. Sirius had been strangely drawn to her, but he never got the chance to get to know her better. She was simply never around.
Normally, he'd just use the Marauder's Map, but James had it, and he didn't really want to explain who he was looking for.
Sirius had looked everywhere for her. Mind, he didn’t fancy her or anything. He was just …curious.
Yeah, that’s it, he mused. I’m just curious about her. Where does she hide herself? I mean, the castle is big, but it’s not that big.
After strolling through nearly the entire library, Sirius felt like giving it up. He’d checked all the usual study sections, places he’d found Remus, and sometimes Peter, studying. She wasn’t there. He’d looked down all the aisles in the non-fiction section, but she wasn’t there. Sirius glanced briefly over at the fiction section before heading for the door. Why anyone would waste their time reading silly stories was beyond him. He never ventured down there.
But then he stopped, considering. It was possible she was in there, and anyway, it couldn’t hurt to look. Shrugging, Sirius retraced his steps and walked down the aisle, glancing right and left and right, looking down every aisle he passed.
He almost walked right past her. There she was, curled up on the floor at the end of the aisle, leaning against the wall with a huge book resting on her lap. Her long dirty blonde hair was pulled partly back off her face, and she was twirling the ends around and around her fingers as she read.
Sirius leaned casually on the end of the bookshelf, entranced. She was obviously deeply enthralled with whatever she was reading, and she had no idea he was there. He watched her eyes flit back and forth across the page, moving ever lower, and then they snapped up to the next page. She was a fast reader.
‘Hey,’ he called softly. Startled, she looked up quickly, her face breaking into a wide grin as she recognised him.
‘Hey, yourself,’ she said, getting to her feet - somewhat clumsily, Sirius noted with a smile. He walked down the aisle toward her, his hands stuffed into his pockets. She closed her book, keeping one finger on her page, and grasped it to her chest, tucking her hair back behind her ears. ‘What are you doing here?’
‘Oh, just looking,’ Sirius said, shrugging. It was true, though he hadn’t been looking for books. ‘Haven’t seen you around lately,’ he mentioned in what he hoped was a casual manner.
She smiled. ‘No, I suppose I spend most of my free time in here. There are just so many good books!’
‘What was that you were reading?’
‘Oh, this is one of my favourites,’ she said, her face lighting up in enthusiasm. ‘It’s called “Potions and Prejudice.” It’s about a girl and a guy who hate each other at first, but eventually they realise that they were wrong about each other. Then, of course, they fall in love. I’ve read it so many times.’ She blushed, embarrassed about rambling on, and stretched up on her toes to put the book back in its place on the top shelf.
Sirius moved to help her, his chest brushing against her back and his chin against her hair as he reached up a hand to slide the book in place.
‘Thanks,’ she said softly, turning around before Sirius had stepped away, and he froze. He couldn’t bring himself to move away. He was mesmerised by her nearness, by her beautiful blue-grey eyes, her smooth skin, her rounded nose, her mouth …
Without any further thought, Sirius bent down and pressed his lips to hers. She stiffened in surprise and then slowly, ever so slowly, she began to kiss him back, her hands creeping up to rest on his chest.
Sirius moaned when he felt her responding, and he stepped closer to her, pressing her back against the bookshelf, his tongue teasing her bottom lip, asking for entrance. He curled a hand into her soft hair as she opened her mouth to him and wrapped his other arm around her waist, pulling her flush against his chest.
He could have kissed her for hours, but his lungs thought otherwise. Reluctantly, he pulled away, gasping for breath, but keeping his arm firmly tucked around her.
‘Merlin,’ he breathed, pressing his forehead against hers.
‘Mm-hmm,’ she agreed. He pulled back a little so he could see her. ‘So, it looks like you were able to shove your tongue down my throat after all.’
Sirius blushed, remembering their first conversation. ‘Hey, at least now I’ll be able to pay attention to what you’re saying without thinking about snogging you as soon as you shut up.’
‘Hmm,’ she said, her eyes twinkling. ‘I’m glad this has solved that little problem for you. Only trouble is, I’m not sure that plan is going to work.’
‘What?’ Sirius said in disappointment. ‘What do you mean?’
In answer, she twined her arms around his neck and pulled him down for another kiss. ‘I think I’ll be a little too busy kissing you to talk.’
Sirius grinned widely against her mouth. He couldn't argue with that.