|Open Wide Here Comes Original Sin
Author: YANIsweetness7 PM
Sequel to Turn Off the Dark. During GOF. Adhara has to adjust to the many changes in her life: her father, best friends, romance, more danger and let's not forget puberty. INSPIRED BY 150 THINGS I'M NOT ALLOWED TO DO AT HOGWARTS. Part 2/6Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Humor - OC - Chapters: 18 - Words: 60,227 - Reviews: 57 - Favs: 14 - Follows: 11 - Updated: 08-13-12 - Published: 07-17-11 - id: 7188213
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Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, our fandom does. And we will keep him alive in our hearts forever.
A/N: Sequel finally here! I've never done one before. I'm so fucking proud. I hope you enjoy!
As exhausted as I was, I knew I had to pack for the Weasleys' tomorrow. Most of my clothes were new, me having had an unexpected growth spurt over the summer.
Mrs. Weasley had invited me to the Quidditch World Cup, seeing as Arthur had access to tickets and I was a friend of Ron's. Or at least I told myself that. But if it were true, he would have invited me himself.
Whether he liked me or not, being an avid Quidditch fan, I was sure to have fun.
But that didn't stop me from being torn. Torn from having to leave something very important to me behind. Something I had grown very attached to over a very short period of time. Two months to be exact.
"Will Oliver be there?" I jumped as he snickered in the doorway. I gave a fake glare and composed myself as he entered.
"How do you-"
"Lupin's still my mate and your godfather, you know." I sighed before stuffing my fuzzy blanket in my bag.
As much as I loved him, I thought I could've dodged having this kind of talk with him.
"Yes, Oliver will be there." I refrained from looking him in the eye as I continued packing. "Quidditch is his life."
That made me think back to how exactly we became a couple.
He was standing outside of the Hospital Wing with a really goofy grin on his face. Not wanting to be interrogated by my equally confused friends, I led him… anywhere, as long as it was away from them.
But what I didn't realize was that I wasn't the one doing the leading.
"I should've guessed. You don't seem to be a Madam Puddifoot's kind of guy." He had brought me to the Quidditch Pitch even though today was the last Hogsmeade trip of the year.
"No, I feel more comfortable oan the Pitch." We had walked to the equipment shed where all the brooms, quaffles etc. were held. I saw my Firebolt in the corner, I had forgotten that I left it there after a few laps with Harry.
Even though it was bright outside, the shed was really dark. But because of its age, some light was seeping through at odd angles with an orange tint to it. "Comfortable for what?"
He blinked a few times before answering me. "For this." He leaned down, pressing his lips against mine and I found myself struggling so hard not to smile like an idiot after he pulled away.
This was no prank. He was doing it because he actually wanted to. I could tell by the slight rose color to his cheeks and the bobbing of his Adam's apple.
"I wis looking for you all day yesterday 'n' rumor hud it that you wur in th' 'ospital Wing. I didn't want to seem lik' too much of a bother, so in the morning, I asked Madam Pomfrey if you were a'richt 'n' when you wid be released. I 'adn't taken intae consideration if you'd eaten or even cleaned up." Well, I was hungry and I was sure that a mixture of my father and Ron's blood was on my robes.
"All I knew was that I had to know you were a'richt." I was speechless, never really having someone worry about me before. "Especially after what happened oan th' stairwell."
I laughed at how serious he sounded about our kiss before saying, "I'm fine, Oliver. A bit shaken up, but I'm fine." I put my hand on his arm to reassure him before asking, "Other than needing courage to kiss me again, was there any other reason you brought me here?"
I expected him to say something harmful to my self esteem, about privacy or not wanting to be seen with me. "I know you lik' Quidditch, so I was going to see if you were up for a little one on one, but now I see how daft that wid be." It was daft, but it's not every day that the boy of your dreams asks you to play your favorite sport with you.
So, I fought back my hunger and my feminine desire to get clean and accepted his offer. "I'm up for a quick round. That way, you can smuggle me up to the Tower before everyone comes back from Hogsmeade." He smiled at me and grabbed our respective broomsticks from the shed.
He nodded, trying to maintain a poker face, but I could see right through it. I could just feel him about to utter something I wasn't going to agree with.
"Harry's fond of Quidditch too?" I smirked, shaking my head as I dug through my vanity. He stated it as a question in an attempt to appear innocent. He very much knew the answer to that question.
"Well, he's my mate and your godson, which makes him my brother." I giggled, using his words against him.
"It's just-" As soon as he took a seat on my bed, I interrupted him. "You and James were the closest of best friends and planned on raising your children together in hopes that we would fall in love simply through the process of osmosis."
I could tell that he was still running that through his head as he answered me. "Well, we didn't just hope. I remember, we actually kept our notes on love potions to avoid this very scenario."
I shook my head, hoping he was joking. "And ruin what we have now? Never." I eyed my stack of hoodies, wondering how I was going to fit all of them in as well. "Besides, now that I'm a Black, I believe I have every right to be interested in keeping the bloodline pure."
By his grin, I was sure he caught onto my joke. And that was confirmed by him pulling me down next to him and tucking my head in the crook of his neck.
"I want you to have fun, Addy." I nodded and wrapped my arms around his small frame. He smelled like the outside. "Just not too much fun. I don't want you stealing the microphone and shouting anything about saving a broomstick."
I pulled away from him, sort of upset that he ruined the moment. I still can't believe he was there to hear me say that and now, he was never going to let me live it down.
"Don't forget that Adhara means virgin, ok." I jumped up from the bed, not wanting to believe that he actually just said that.