Like No Other

Two

"Merlin," she curses under her breath, deciding to take the long way. As she's walking, she hears Peeves' maniacal laughter as he zooms overhead. "Student in the hallway, student in the hallway," he sings, dumping the contents of a waste bin onto her. "NO!" she groans, glaring, "I will get the Baron," she threatens, her teeth clenched, "If you do not apologize. That was VERY rude," "Oh... that's not very nice," "Peeves!" "Alright! I am sorry. Sorry you're such a dummy! Ha!" Laughing and singing, he floats away, leaving her to fume, covered in garbage. Grumbling, she stomps to the girls' lavatory, picking papers off of her and dabbing at mysterious substances staining her robe. She sticks her head under the faucet and rinses all of the rotten food out of her hair, wringing it out and tying it into a bun with the ribbon she keeps tied around her neck.

Now she's really late for class. Hopefully she won't get detention. Muttering angrily, she jogs through the maze of hallways, slamming into Professor Slughorn's classroom. "Ah! Miss Kingsley. Is everything all right? Why are you wet?" he asks, and she blushes when all eyes lock on her. "Peeves dumped waste on me and I had to go to the lavatory to wash up," she explains, anger still boiling under her skin. "Oh. Well, I was just about to dismiss you all early, since the Yule Ball is next week. Miss Evans can share her notes with you, if you'd like, or you could come back later and I could re-give the lesson," "Thanks, Professor, but I'll just borrow from Lily," With a quick glance at Sirius, she turns on her heel and hurries out of the room.

"Catherine, wait!" She doesn't get far before her waist is grabbed by Sirius. "H-Hey," she smiles crookedly, pulling away, clasping her hands in front of her. "What's wrong? Why are you avoiding me? What did I do?" "Do? Nothing. You didn't do anything. It's fine. Alright?" she blurts, and then mumbles to herself, "It's fine," "What's got you all worked up, love?" He rests his forehead against hers, oblivious to how quickly her heart is beating, how her face is bright pink. "Fuck, Black," she pulls away, scrubbing a hand down her face, "I really like you. And it's making me feel weird and tingly, and I don't know, I guess I needed time to-" He interrupts her with a kiss, grinning when he pulls away. "I really like you too," A faint smile crosses her face as she begins to hyperventilate. "Cat, love, breathe-" She suddenly collapses into his arms, her skin super pale. "Shit," he mutters, scooping her up, cradling her against his chest, and taking her back into the common room, where he sits her on the chaise. While waiting for her to wake up, he tucks their bags into a corner and grabs a pitcher of water.

"Fuckin'... Merlin, Black, what happened?" "I believe you fainted," he grins, "I guess I seriously take your breath away," "Shut up," she mumbles, biting her lip to stifle a smile, "C'mere," she holds out her arms, making grabby hands at him. "Sorry to say this, kitten, but you don't smell very good," She sniffs her sleeve and groans, collapsing back onto the couch. "I need to bathe," "I can ask Remus for the password to the prefect's lavatory. I'll be back," She stands and hurries upstairs for a change of clothing. She decides to be comfortable, wearing cotton shorts and an old t-shirt of Sirius's that she snatched. "Let's go," Giggling, she follows him to the lower levels of the castle, where he mutters an incantation and they enter the bathroom.

"Whoa," her mouth drops open in awe. The room is huge, with a tub that is several meters deep and an array of faucets and bottles. She begins to undress, but stops to stare at Sirius. "Turn around, please," "Catherine," "Black, please?" With a sigh, he turns to face the wall. She fills the tub, dropping bubble solution in and flinging her clothes off, quickly getting in, standing on her tiptoes, the water just at her chin. "Holy... that looks amazing," Sirius' mouth drops open, and she loses all modestly. "Really?" she grins, splashing water at him, "Then come join me," He slowly strips and begins to wade in wearing his boxer briefs, the fabric straining at the crotch. He sits on one of the marble benches and she doggy paddles to him, straddling his lap and looking at him with wide, innocent eyes.

"Kingsley," he laughs, this time he's nervous! "You're naked," "I know. What are you going to do about it?" He lets out a low growl at her subtle proposition and pulls her body flush against his, her breasts pressed flat against his chest.