Untreated Wounds | Sirius Black

Chapter 17

We had drunk far too much.

I had thrown up twice and by the second time, Sirius decided that it was enough. 

He led me up to his dorm, letting me hold onto him as he kept the hair out of my face.

"I feel awful," I murmured,

"Me too," Sirius whispered, stumbling into the wall, making me fall with him. He groaned loudly at the elbow ramming into his chest but it wasn't my fault. "Get off me, pointy elbows," Sirius grumbled, 

I scowled at him, pulling him along until we were finally in his dorm. Surprisingly, none of the other boys were there. I ran to Sirius's bed and flung myself on it, burying my head in the pillow that smelt of vanilla. 

Just as I closed my eyes, a hand was on my ankle and I was yanked off the bed, full force. I landed on the ground with a big thump. "Sirius!" I whined as I felt him step over me to lie down on his bed. I stumbled back to my feet, climbing on top of him and trying to roll him off the bed. 

But once he was on his stomach, he grabbed me by the ribs and pushed me off the bed, "Fuck off," He grumbled but I was already on top of him again. I grabbed his shoulders as he tried to push me off the bed again, "Stop it," I grunted, grabbing his hands and pulling them away from me. 

But he threw me off again with too much ease. He sat up, stepping off the bed and helped me to my feet. "Here, go get out of your uniform," He rumaged through his trunk before tossing me one of his shirts. I held it up, it was David Bowie's '76 world tour shirt. "You went?" I asked,

"James's mum got the four of us tickets." Sirius explained, "Went last Summer."

"Sick," I muttered,

"Bathroom's just there." He said,

"You've had a bathroom in here this whole time?"

"You've been in this room twice now."

"Would've saved the fucking panic attack at Halloween." I huffed in annoyance, walking into the bathroom and closing the door.

Sirius had a lot of hair care products and skincare products. All were labelled with the boys' names. Peter had a three in one bottle, and a stick of deodorant. James however had argan oil shampoo and conditioner along with some expensive cologne, he also had a bar of goat soap that had his pubic hairs on it. I almost vomited right there and then.

Remus had cinnamon-smelling shampoo which actually made a lot of sense because he always smelt like a bakery with his chocolate. He did have a bar of soap but he probably took the time to make sure he didn't like his hair on the bar -- I couldn't have expected much more from someone like James.

Sirius had face masks and a hairdryer and hair masks and expensive cologne that must've been very expensive along with a razor with his name on it. The bathroom had most of his products in it. Vanilla shampoo and conditioner and one of his leather jackets on the back of the door. The bathroom may as well have been his.

I slipped my dress off, along with my bra since I never slept with a bra because I liked to free tit since men could free ball. I also heard from someone sleeping with a bra on made your tits saggy and I lived in fear ever since.

I glanced down at my underwear, my period was due, and it'd be rather awkward if I got it that night. I was thankful when there was only discharge. I slipped on Sirius's shirt.

It rested on my upper thighs, and it was a lower cut than I intended. It was frustrating. I didn't mind it on me. I platted my hair behind my head, tying it back and using one of Sirius's wipes to get my makeup off. I placed it in the rubbish bin, noticing the empty bottle of lube and once again I pressed my lips together, closing the bin and walking out of the bathroom.