Untreated Wounds | Sirius Black

Chapter 5

"Come on, Lil, I'll help you upstairs," Barty told me as I slouched against his body on the sofa.

"No, I'm okay," I said, beginning to stand up but he pulled me back closer to him.

"You're drunk, you'll be sick everywhere." He said.

"I'm not that drunk." I slurred, squeezing my eyes shut to try and ignore the thumping in my ears. "And I'm having fun." I stood up, grabbing his hand in an attempt to pull him out of his seat but he stayed still. I huffed dramatically, falling back onto the couch beside him. "You're no fun."

Barty placed his hand on my thigh. I glanced down at it before back at him. "What are you doing?" I asked, attempting to shuffle away but failing when he tightened his grip on my thigh. "Why don't we go have fun?" He asked me,

"Doing what?"

"Depends what you want to do," He leaned back, keeping his hand on my thigh, 

"Someone's drunk!" I laughed, slumping on him and ignoring the pit forming in my stomach for some reason, "What about your boyfriend, Barty?" I whispered,

"He's not my boyfriend," Barty scowled, "Besides," He leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear, "What he doesn't know, won't hurt him,"

I fell back in laughter,  "You're hilarious, Barty!"

Barty rolled his eyes, "I'm being serious, Lil. Come on, you were letting Remus touch you,"

"Yeah... but Remus is Remus," I turned to him and raised eyebrows but behind the mask, I could feel my flesh shrivelling in fear, "I need to go to the bathroom."

He squinted his eyes at me. I watched them drag up my body like fingernails on a chalkboard. What was wrong with me? Why was there fear beneath my skin? Why was there a pit in my stomach? He was Barty for God's sake! I was being dramatic, it had to have been the alcohol in my system.

"I'll walk you there." He said to me, an easy smile on his lips that made the pit fade. I knew I was being ridiculous.

I nodded, "Okay."

We walked in silence to the bathroom. I picked at my cuticles nervously when he tilted my chin, forcing me to look at him. "You're so gorgeous, you know that." He told me.

I shifted my chin away from his hand as I laughed nervously. "I – I know."

"Can I kiss you?" He asked,

Before I could answer his lips were against mine. He pushed me up against the wall.

I squeezed my eyes shut.

I pretended I wasn't in the situation I was in for a moment until I realized what situation I was in.

Alcohol was all I could taste on his tongue and his lips. But I wasn't sure if it was the alcohol lingering in my mouth or his. "Barty." I whimpered, "Barty, stop. Please, I don't want to be kissed. I'm too tired."

He never answered me, he just kissed down my jaw.

"No, Barty, please stop." Even in a drunken haze, I understood what was going on. "Barty, I'm tired. I just want to sleep. Please."

"But I thought you wanted fun? I know I'm having fun." He began hiking up my dress. I kicked my legs in defense, using my hands to try and push him away. "But I'm not having fun." I began to cry, "Barty." I choked on a sob, "Please, please stop. I thought we were friends."

"We are," He confirmed,

"No..." I cried, still trying to shove him away from me. I slapped him across the face in an attempt to get him away from me.