Merlin knew how many hours Sirius hung from the edge of the pool. His body ached for a bed to sleep. He was weary, but could do nothing about it. How he wished he could at least close his eyes, for he dreaded what would happen once the school woke up, which was in only a matter of minutes it seemed.
Now, when his thoughts wandered to a certain messy-haired blonde girl, he mentally winced and swore he'd ring her neck when he got out of this.
What a little bitch she was. He should thank her, really, for doing this to him. It made it all the more easy to forget her and get on with the task at hand.
Sirius' stomach did flip-flops at the idea of sixth year girls coming in and seeing him naked in an unflattering way. What a way to ruin his bloody work. He'd be the laughing stock of the school. How he hated Marianne Pryce. Hated the way she had him wound around her bony little finger. Hell, what he would give to run his hand through her stringy dirty blonde hair and pull it. She'll pay for this. He'll make sure that she'll receive an official Marauder's prank.
Then what he most dreaded happened. The door creaked open and footsteps tap-tapped on the floor. He still couldn't make out who it was because the hot, humid room was still the same temperature as when he first came in, and he knew he was sweating buckets.
A figure made their way through the fog and as the figure moved closer, Sirius was able to make out a face. Though he didn't know her name, he recognized this curly-haired and curvy sixth year as a beater for the Ravenclaw Quidditch team. Her eyes were wide and her mouth was shaped like an O. If he were in a different situation, he'd think it was sexy as hell.
Too bad that he was completely frozen, because he definitely would have played this situation up to his advantage. But at the moment, mortification was the prominent feeling.
The girl giggled and covered her mouth as she eyed him up and down.
God, if this got around. He couldn't even speak, for Merlin's sake. He was at the mercy of an ogling girl and was close to being laughed at. The only thing saving him now was his reputation, name, and good looks. But no girl had ever seen him flaccid and that would kill his rep.
To his surprise, before the girl could say anything, she was pulled to the side by something invisible and disappeared among the fog again. She never came back. All Sirius made out was a different pair of footsteps tap across the bath, stop and tap again before closing the door. He now fell to the ground, but it took him awhile to get up. His muscles were sore and it took him a considerable amount of strength to get up. He made his way through the fog and found the entrance door closed and he was relieved and surprised to see his clothes and wand were on the floor, folded neatly with the wand on top.
He quickly dressed and headed out the door, determined to prank Marianne in the worst way once in for all. As he walked down the hallways and straight to the Gryffindor common room to change, all he thought about was how there should have been more girls in that prefect bathroom at nine in the morning and was surprised to only see one.
He smirked to himself. Her little trick failed. The girl was in awe more than in a ridiculing mood and it was only the one. Sirius was so lost in thought that he barely acknowledge the Fat Lady as he, in a breezy, monotone voice recited the password. There was still barely anyone in the common room, which was surprising since it was Wednesday morning.
It wasn't until he reached his dormitory that he looked at the old clock on the mantle. Six o'clock. Three hours early. He frowned and opened the door to his room.
When he entered the Great Hall, he scanned the room for her, and spotted the Ravenclaw blonde sitting with a group of friends. He marched over and placed his hand softly on her shoulder.
"We need to talk, love," he whispered in her ear.
Marianne turned to him, her face passive. "About what?"
Sirius rolled his eyes. "You know what."
Marianne smiled. "I'll be back. It'll only be a minute," she said to her friends.
Sirius tried to ignore the shocked looks on their faces as he led Marianne out of the Great Hall. Though he didn't know why. Let them think he was taking her away to shag her. Then they could compare notes because he was pretty sure he snogged two of those girls.
Once they walked through the giant, oak double doors, Marianne turned to face Sirius.
"So, had fun on your little adventure?" she asked.
Sirius laughed, running a hand through his hair. "I impressed the one girl who saw me more than disgust her, love."
Marianne nodded. "Ah, I see."
"You can stop being so cryptic. I know you ended the prank sooner than you said."
The girl wore a mask of impassivity. Her chocolate brown eyes revealed nothing, and now Sirius wasn't so sure she did break the spell.
Shit, did he want to wring her neck for this. He didn't have time to be confused and wondering what the hell her motives were. She was so infuriating, so nasty…
"There's no point hiding it anymore, Black. I was never one for games, anyway." She shrugged, "After awhile I felt bad. Pranking is not my style. After attempting it, it seems bloody pointless and childish, right? Thinking about it, you really didn't deserve it. You've never done anything really bad to me except think that I would sleep with you and it's no business of mine who you shag." She then laughed, and it rang through the halls and made Sirius' spine tingle. "So, if that girl in the bathroom liked what she saw, you can thank me later for setting you up."
Sirius' mouth hung open for a second time that day. He was rendered speechless. Was this a joke? Was this girl bloody playing him?
But her sudden sigh and dropping of the shoulders told him otherwise. She half-smiled before she said, "Bye, Sirius."
He watched her walk back into the Great Hall and pursed his lips in frustration. Out of all the things she could have possibly said to him, apologizing and regretting a prank was the last thing he expected. Normally, he would feel she was weak for regretting a prank, thinking her to not have any gumption.
But the way she said it and acted was like she was beyond it, like she had better things to do, and all the points she made were right. It felt like she was years beyond Sirius and for a split second, he felt immature and more like a boy instead of a man after what she told him.
And she had given him her full permission to pursue another girl. I mean, what bloody woman does that? He admired her, that was for certain. And for once, he was going to take her advice.
But not after he conquered Daisy White. With a smile playing at his lips, he opened the double doors again, and headed towards the Hufflepuff table.
"Oh, Sirius," Daisy panted as he gently pushed inside her.
He knew she would come around sooner or later. But he never thought in a million years that this prissy, shy girl was willing to sneak into the Gryffindor Boys' dormitory to meet him.
He kissed her softly and continued moving. This was a girl who didn't like rough sex, he could tell. She liked the whole lovemaking bit and he considered himself pretty good at that, too. Though of course it wasn't his preferred style. But anything was better than not getting laid. And besides, he didn't want to hurt her by going at it rough since she was so bloody tight. Good, Merlin. If he knew better, he'd say she was a virgin.
But when she first shut the door to his room, she, with ease and expert hands, she discarded his tie and undid the buttons of his shirt. Within a matter of minutes, both of their garments combined were thrown on the floor in a haphazard manner.
Daisy had her legs wrapped around his and was pushing him deeper inside her. He trailed kisses down her neck until he reached her hardened nipples. He took them in his mouth and sucked, and felt his body tingle as he heard her throaty, moan of pleasure. All he wanted was to stay buried inside this dirty-blonde haired girl forever. Hear her tease him and devour her kiss-stained lips. Oh, how he loved her I –just-got-shagged-look.
He lifted his head to better look at her, smiling between his teeth and was disappointed to see a more sweet, overwhelmed girl moaning in a small, little voice. Bloody Hell! He thought he was done with her. Why did this girl plague him? He couldn't properly shag without her coming into his thoughts.
Having his desires suddenly shift to Pryce made him more anxious to climax, more eager to let go of his frustration. So without thinking about it, he moved at a quicker pace, needing his release. He noted Daisy's wide eyes and breathy moans. Surprisingly, she matched his speed and it was a couple of seconds before they both cried out. Sirius pulled out and laid on his back with his hands over his head, content.
Here it comes, he thought. Now she's going to wrap her arms around me and attempt to snuggle.
She did. Daisy traced her finger along his chest and giggled. "Oh, Sirius , that was wonderful."
"I know, love. You are so beautiful," he said, placing a light kiss on her dark forehead. "You were so good. Thank you for such a wonderful experience."
Okay. He said all the nice, pansy things. Now it was time to leave. Sirius made a point to glance at the Grandfather clock. "Oh, bugger. I'm already five minutes late for Muggle Studies. You have a class now too, right?"
Daisy sat up in my bed, pulling the covers over her breasts. She nodded. "Yeah, Charms."
Sirius grinned and slipped his legs through his pants.
It took him a total of three minutes to finish and when he finally turned to Daisy, he was relieved to see that she was fully dressed as well. He hated the ones that lingered.
"So," she began, lowering her gaze to the floor as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other.
Sirius mentally groaned. Good Merlin. All he wanted to do was get out of there now. Move on to the next one. And he still wasn't ready to wrap his head around the fact that he pretended that Daisy was Marianne.
He put both hands on her shoulders and placed a light kiss on her forehead. "I'll see you around, Daisy."
He opened the door and walked out of his room and out of the common room, hoping she wasn't daft enough to follow him. He learned from Matilda- get out while you can. That was the nicest he could be while letting her know at the same time that there was no way it could develop into something else.
"Oy," James said as he rushed to catch up to Sirius. He had just let the common room door close behind him and easily fell into step with his best friend. "How was it? The girl was bloody loud. Must have been a good romping."
"On her end, maybe. But not mine. I've had better."
James winced. "Oh, harsh mate. So that makes it two so far?"
"Yep." Sirius nodded. "There's another prospect in the works. I just have to find out if she's taken."
"Ah. So what happened with the little blonde vixen last night?" James said, wiggling his eyebrows at him.
Sirius shook his head. He should've never told Prongs about Marianne. The girl put a damper to all his plans. He knew exactly what James would say if he knew how he couldn't get her out of his mind. He'd call him a pansy, or worse yet, compare his situation to that of him mooning over Lily.
"Nothing to say. Things didn't work out and she bored me a bit. Completely not interested, mate."
James eyed him. "Hmm. You're a filthy liar. You fancy her."
"I don't fancy her. She's not my type."
"You keep saying that but no one believes you."
Sirius was just about to respond when he saw her. The girl in the Prefect bathroom. "James, believe me when I say I don't fancy her because I've just found my third girl."
He grinned, patting James on the back before running a hand through his hair and took gallant steps toward the petite girl.