Padfoot and The Mermaid

Chapter Seven ~ A Thing Called C-P-R

(y/n) entered the locker rooms with hunched shoulders and sunken eyes, she wasn't in the mood to play a game of Quidditch. It was a rather tiring sport, her lack of excitement would surely allow for an accident, whether it be from a bludger or from falling off of her broom.

There was also the issue of Sirius, whom she'd hoped to avoid for as long as possible. That dream died before the day had even begun, Lily was simply a reminder.

"(y/n), you ready!" James cheered, he had the widest of smiles on his face, and so did the black haired boy behind him.

"I suppose." (y/n) mumbled, she began to tie her hair back in a tight half ponytail, it felt as if her scalp were being ripped apart.

"C'mon, where's the excitement, you're usually pumped up for games." Sirius stated, he wrapped an arm around the girls shoulder, an arm that was shrugged off almost immediately.

"What happened to you." (y/n) muttered, she'd dodged the question, her attention had been on Sirius' strange hairstyle. His hair was also swept back in a half ponytail, though not to copy (y/n), it had been like that since he'd entered the hall.

"What? This?" Sirius replied, he seemed sort of sheepish, and his cheeks began to get red. "Does it look bad?" He added, (y/n) just chuckled and pat the boy on the back.

"No, it's quite attractive." She teased, James caught on and joined in on the joke.

"Very funny." Sirius snarled, he crossed his arms and rushed down the hall, he'd surprisingly kept the hairstyle.

The trio headed out onto the pitch, brooms were in hand, and smiles on their faces, even (y/n) rocked a little grin. There was a loud snapping sound, which came Sirius' rubber band, his hair fell back down to the usual position, though he had a slight dent in it now. He scowled at (y/n) and James when they laughed at him for it.

"Let's do the new trick we've been working on." James whispered, (y/n) nodded in agreement.

"Y'mean the figure eight?" She replied

"Yeah that one."

The blowing of the whistle signaled the start of the match, and immediately brooms began souring left and right. James and (y/n) had attempted to begin their new trick, but a few bludgers had thwarted any all attempts. The opposing team had gotten dangerously close to scoring, though Sirius made sure to put up a wall before the Ravenclaw chasers.

He managed to gain possession and pass the quaffle along to (y/n), who soared through the opposing teams defense, as if it were child's play, eventually scoring ten points for Gryffindor.

"Nice work!" James shouted, he gave a very serious nod and managed to receive the ball back again.

The figure eight was a signature move that the two had been working on vigorously for the past month, it was nowhere near perfect, which presented the problem of failure, and possible injury. It began with James, who would start out with the quaffle and drive towards the opposing teams rings, then (y/n) would soar above him and (while upside down) received the ball from the boy and score right at the end.

The trick was meant to create confusion, but also allow for a different angle to score from. It was very risky if done incorrectly, but the two players deemed themselves as good enough to at least attempt it.

There were three different kinds of figure eights, this being the first, and least dangerous. To their surprise it was a smashing success.

"Nice!" Sirius shouted from behind, he was just as shocked as the rest of the players, or the rest of the stadium to be exact. "Now doing it again!" He called out.

There is one thing you should know when playing Quidditch with Sirius Black. Since he is the teams keeper, he often finds himself controlling the defensive and offensive members of his team, this is because he believes he has the best view of things. Sirius wasn't wrong in this, though his shouting could get annoying very quickly. Plus he was often scored on when trying to order around a seeker, or the beaters.

James and (y/n) whispered to one another and quickly zoomed off again. They were hoping to try out their second figure eight. This was far more difficult than the first, though nowhere near the level of the third.

In this figure eight, (y/n) and James would each do corkscrew turns that had a meeting point just a few yards in front of the opposing teams keeper. Think of the point of the bottom half of a letter X, then one would hand the ball to the other, head outwards (continuing the x), from this point on either the person with the ball scores, or they cross the ball to the other chaser and score like that. It is simply another trick to confuse the keeper, and partially to show off.

"You ready." (y/n) said, she had the widest smile on her face, James gave a thumbs up and winked.

The play once again began with James, Sirius blessed the ball quickly before handing it off to the boy. It was rare to see him get spiritual, although he'd gotten quite engulfed in muggle religion.

(y/n) and James maneuvered through the pitch, dodging the beaters, and beginning the corkscrews. The result was another success with (y/n) taking the glory once again. The pair high fived and headed back to their end where Sirius was being cornered between two chasers and a bludger.

"Duck!" (y/n) shouted, but by then it was too late, Sirius had stopped the quaffle from entering the ring with the price of being nicked in the rib by the bludger.

Sirius began losing consciousness, and he nearly fell to his death, though (y/n) had managed to save him just in time. She placed him on a soft patch of grass and immediately searched for a pulse.

"C'mon Sirius, wake up." She muttered, her vision began worsen as tears began to cloud her eyes. There was a pulse, but irregular breathing, she had to do cpr. She'd been trained by her mother, who was a certified lifeguard, she hoped that her teachings would come back to her.

(y/n) began the compressions on Sirius' chest, then she pressed her lips to his, blowing air into his mouth. She continued the process twice until the boy began to stir, he immediately shot up and stared (y/n) down. He then wrapped his arms around her and kissed her.

...

It's called C-P-R." (y/n) said, she made sure to sound out each letter quite loudly. "It's a muggle thing." (y/n) repeated, she'd had to justify herself seven times and the boy still couldn't understand it.

"C-P-R, I think you've made that up." Sirius spat, he had a rather smug expression on his face.

"It's what muggles do when someone's pulse has stopped, it's a life saving maneuver so to speak. It wasn't a kiss. (y/n) sighed, she crossed her arms and rolled her eyes. 

"Is that why you blew hot air into my lungs?" Sirius asked, (y/n) smiled and nodded.

"Precisely, I don't kiss like that." (y/n) muttered, she felt embarrassed at the fact that the boy believed she kissed like that. Sirius nodded, he'd finally come around to understanding the strange C-P-R thing, he felt a little sheepish and shameful of his actions, though he didn't regret it.

"Well I'm sorry for the misunderstanding, and kissing you in front of all of those people." Sirius mumbled, he could be such a child sometimes, he'd nearly reverted to a toddler like state, with his pouty lips and strange tone.

"It's fine, I bet everyone was just as confused as you were." (y/n) teased.

There was silence for a bit, (y/n) did not want to leave the boys side just yet, she was still concerned for his health.

"Will they be letting you out soon?" (y/n) asked, she played with her hands in order to distract herself, she was staring at the boy, for quite some time now.

"I dunno, I feel fine though." Sirius began, he looked to (y/n) and their eyes began to lock. He then scanned the room for any other stragglers.

"Want to bust me out of here?"