Liquid Luck [Sirius Black]/editing

Chapter 137

An achy, unsettling feeling in my lower abdomen wakes me from my otherwise standard night's sleep.

My lethargic brain has trouble processing anything at this hour. It's dark out. Am I still in the common room? No..I can hear Peter's blaring snores. Good lord, the boy snores louder than Benja's dog does. How do any of us get any sleep under these harsh conditions? Wait. But then how did I end up here? The last thing I remember is cuddling Sirius on the couch downstairs. He must have carried me to bed.

I extend a blind arm toward his side of the bed, needing to know that he's here. My fingers graze his and he immediately tangles them together. I exhale. He wants me even in his unconscious.

While my vision adjusts to the darkness, I shift from my left side to my back and my eyes widen in horror. The place between my legs is uncomfortably wet. I hesitantly reach down to assess the situation with the hand that isn't being held. My fingers come away red.

Nonononono. Blood has seeped through my sleep shorts and stained Sirius's white bedsheets. This is bad. I'm too bloody tired to deal with this absolute load of tosh right now. Why couldn't Merlin or God or whatever higher power exists just let me sleep? Where was my period when it was actually supposed to arrive? Answer me that.

"Sirius?" I choke, hot liquid pooling in my eyes. He doesn't even stir. "Sirius, please..." I kick him.

"Wha..." Sirius moans huskily. He flips on the mattress to face me. "What's wrong?"

Tears pour out before I can stop them, and I fail to suppress the soft cry that leaves me. His fingers tighten around mine and his other palm rises to cup my cheek. I'm being stupid. Can I handle nothing on my own?

I can feel the weight of his eyes scrutinizing me in the dark. "Talk to me."

The sincerity in his voice propels my own past my lips. "I got blood on your bed. I'm so sorry."

Sirius sits up so fast the blanket slips to expose his bare chest and the whole bed shakes beneath his weight. Using his wand, which he stores beneath his pillow at night, he conjures up a ball of light. "What blood?" he demands, worry lines that I just want to smooth out wrinkle his forehead. I'm so embarrassed as I scoot to the side to show him. His eyebrows soften. "Shit, angel."

"I know. I'm sorry." I say again.

He's off the bed and at my side before I can even blink. "Shut your mouth. I don't ever want to hear you apologize to me again." His hands ease under my legs and around the small of my back, and he scoops me up like I weigh nothing at all.

Tension stiffens my shoulders. I feel filthy.

Those grey swirls pin to mine. "Let go. I have you."

I comply, leaning on him with all my weight and worries. He absorbs them for me so I won't have to. Beautiful soul.

He sets me down on my feet when we reach the bathroom, presses a lingering kiss to my forehead, and then power-walks to the shower to start it up for me. "Get undressed, love." He tells me distractedly, testing the temperature of the water with his fingers.

I wiggle my shorts down my thighs and toe them off to the side. Sirius has his back turned on me so he doesn't see it when I start crying again.

"The water's the perfect temp if you want to get in now..." He glances back to see where I'm at with my undressing, and his face falls. He swears under his breath and rushes to me.