deceit - sirius black

seven

"So.." Sabrina was the first to speak after she and Sirius had left the warmth of the castle that Saturday afternoon. They had met in the Entrance Hall, and were now nearing the path that lead towards Hogsmeade: she was letting Sirius lead the way, but walked beside him regardless.

"So," he said back, unsure of where to lead their conversation, "How's.. the Dungeons?" He winced at his own words.

"How's the Dungeons?" she repeated his question with a grin. He smirked back at her teasing, and she laughed, but decided to answer him anyway. "Not as cold as you'd think. Or as dirty as everyone seems to think they are. They're quite clean, more so than some parts of the castle, I reckon."

"Makes sense," he shrugged, "I doubt the kinds of families you find in that house would have their children put up with the mud-pit everyone says the Slytherin Common Room is."

"Not all of the families are snooty and insufferable," she defended, lightly, "Not all Slytherin families are like yours."

"Hey, I think we've established I don't like my family, so don't go around associating me with them." he said, nudging her gently, "I mean families like the Malfoys."

"Aren't you related to them?"

"My cousin's marrying into the family."

"You didn't answer my question."

He snickered, "Probably. But all Pureblooded families are related somehow, right?"

"Are they?"

"That's what I've been told. Or maybe it's just my family that are a load of inbred twats. Aren't you a Pureblood?"

"Mainly," she shrugged, "My great grandma on my mum's side was a muggleborn. But everyone else that married in on that side were pureblood, and my dad's side of the family are all pureblood."

"Might explain why your parents were against You Know Who, I suppose," he shrugged, "Doesn't explain your brother, though."

"Sam's always liked to go his own way. He was constantly doing the opposite of what our parents said, and on top of that, he's always had this.. thing.. against muggles. Doesn't mind muggleborns, but muggles are at the top of his kill list."

Sirius nodded in understanding, ready to speak again, but was interrupted.

"Anyway," Sabrina sighed, appearing uncomfortable, "What's Gryffindor Tower like? I've never been."

"Oh, it's great," Sirius grinned, "Bigger than it looks, although that could be a spell. And it's really cosy in Winter, you should come some time."

"I don't imagine I'd be too welcome," she chuckled, "Our houses aren't exactly on the best terms with one another."

After a minute or two of silence, Sirius looked down at her and spoke bluntly, "Do you still think I'm hot?"

"What?" she laughed.

"You said when you asked me out that we were both hot, and that was why we should date. D'you still think I'm hot?"

"Course, or why would I be here?" she joked, and received a playful nudge. Soon enough they reached the ice cream stall set up in Hogsmeade's centre, which was otherwise ignored by passers.

"Bit cold for ice cream, isn't it?" The man at the stall smiled, surprised to finally have a customer.

"Trying to send us away, are you?" Sirius smiled back.

"Not at all! What'll it be?"

"I'll have a raspberry and chocolate, please." Sabrina smiled, looking at the pricelist as she reached into her pocket for the right amount of change.

"Earl grey and lavender, please, mate," Sirius reached into his pocket, too, and pulled out a galleon and a couple of sickles, "That should cover it."

Sabrina's head shot up from where she was still counting out the change from the pocket of her jeans. It didn't nearly cover even one ice cream, let alone two, but still, she protested, "Sirius."

"I invited you out, Wraith," se said, "My treat."

"I'm getting the next one, Black." she claimed confidently.

"Sure you are." he shook his head in amusement as he took both ice creams from the man at the stall, handing one to Sabrina. In a moment of confidence, he took her wrist (of her spare arm) in his hand, pulling her gently along with him. As they walked, he let his hand slip down from her wrist to her hand, and let their fingers casually interlock, and she came to walk beside him instead of behind.

"Where are we going?" Sabrina asked, stumbling a little due to trying to keep up with his long strides.

"Somewhere." he replied bluntly, smirking at the annoyance in her expression and grinning as he opened his mouth to eat the last of his ice cream cone.

"Is it far?" she groaned, as they passed Sirius' friends, and Natalia, who appeared to be making conversation with them while they waited for Peter to finish in the bathroom.

"It's not ages away - you'll probably still be trying to finish your ice cream when we get there," he commented on her slow eating, "Why's your friend not there? Adelaide?"

"Adeline," she corrected, "She's got a cold, she wanted to stay in bed. Why's the small one not there?"

"Peter? Oh, he's got the bladder of a rat," he smiled widely at his own words, confusing Sabrina, "We have to take him to go to the loo at least three times every time we go to Hogsmeade."

They soon reached a cliffs edge, which looked over the Great Lake. It was quite a spectacular view, but the thing that had all of Sabrina's attention was right in front of them. With two helmets laid on the floor beside it, sat a motorcycle, parked wonkily on the edge, facing as if it were about to drive straight off.

"What is this?" she asked, body stiff and expression blank with nerves.

"It's a motorbike!" Sirius smiled enthusiastically. He took a few steps towards her and reached forwards to grab her hand again, pulling her slowly to the vehicle. Once they were standing next to it, he reached down and picked up both helmets, holding one by his fist and handing it to her. "Here."

"No, I'm not getting on that thing." she laughed humourlessly, pushing the helmet back towards his chest.

"C'mon, you can trust me," he smirked, holding the helmet out again."I've been driving it since November, I'm pretty experienced."

"Okay, that's only three months." she pushed the helmet back.

"It was at the start of November, and now we're at the end of January, so it's basically five months." he held it out again.

"That doesn't make me feel any safer."

This time, when Sabrina went to push the helmet back, Sirius tensed his arm and wouldn't let it bend, stopping her from rejecting it, "Please? Just give it a go, and if you really don't like it, we can stop."

She gave a stubborn glare for a few seconds, before sighing and rolling her eyes, snatching the helmet out of his hand and putting it on as she walked towards the motorbike, leaving him grinning smugly. He walked over too, patting the back seat and winking at her, climbing into the front. She reluctantly climbed onto the back, hands awkwardly rested on her legs.

"If you don't want to fall off, you'll have to hold onto me, Wraith." Sabrina could hear the smirk in his voice, sighing and wrapping her hands loosely around his waist.

"I'm doing this not to die, Black, so don't go flattering yourself." she shifted to get more comfortable, but flinched when she heard the revving of the engine.

"Wait." she snapped.

He sighed, but smiled as he did, enjoying the new, nervous side of her, "What?"

"Why are we facing the lake?"

"Trust me." he said, and accelerated before she had time to object any further, sending them soaring into the air above the water. Sabrina's screamed complaints could be heard in the echoes of the hillsides, as could Sirius' combined words of assurance and bark-like laughter.

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