A Sliver of Change | S. Black

Part 2: Chapter 12

Part 2:

Chapter 12 –

April 20th, 1975

Lia felt as Preston's hand slid beneath her school skirts waste band, his fingers playing with the lace of her knickers. She moaned against his ear at the feel of it, grabbing the lobe in her teeth and giving a tug.

His lips trailed down her neck, nipping spots along the way before soothing them with his tongue. His fingers rubbing her through her knickers, his thumb gracing the area that held her clit. Not being able to take the pressure of it, Lia guided his face back towards hers, clashing their lips together. Preston's tongue instantly found hers, dominating against it. His free hand, slid down to her arse and gripped it through the fabric, causing Lia to gasp out.

"Emilia," Preston moaned against her lips.

Lia immediately stopped her movements, moving away from Preston.

"I told you that I hate being called that," she told him, moving her skirt back in place.

Preston groaned at the girls actions, frowning at the way she had suddenly stopped them.

"Okay, I'm sorry," he whispered, moving his hand to cup her chin again, "now can we continue?"

His lips moved to touch hers, but Lia pulled away.

"I'm not in the mood anymore," she responded, moving to pack up her parchment.

Preston made a face at her words, "Come on, Lia! You can't just leave me hanging like this!"

Lia glared at him, not liking being used for her body, even if it wasn't the boy's intention.

"Yes, I can Preston," she pushed, "I'll see you later, I'm late to meet the boys anyway."

Preston rolled his eyes at her words, already making his opinion on the Marauders very clear. Annoyed with his attitude, Lia didn't even bother to give him a kiss goodbye, instead leaving the empty charms classroom they had been occupying.

As Lia made her way to the room of requirement – the boys had found it after running away from McGonagall because of a prank they did - that she had promised to meet the boys at, she frowned at the way Preston had acted. She knew that he didn't like her boys, but Lia didn't care. They meant more to her than any boy and she refused to let a boy dictated who her friends were.

As she descended the last steps to the room, she thought of what James had told her to, glee forming on her face as the door presented itself to her. The sound of laughter and joy already filled as she entered the room, a bottle of firewhiskey sitting between the four of them, glasses already filled with liquor.

"You guys started without me!" Lia frowned, placing her bag down beside her as she took the seat between Remus and James, Sirius and Peter across from her.

Sirius chuckled, his hands moving to pull a cigarette from his pocket and lighting it with his wand. Lia moved forward to pull it from him, placing the stick in her mouth and taking in a deep puff.

Coughing slightly, she handed it back to him, ignoring the looks they all gave her. Once she released the smoke, she grabbed a hold of the top of the bottle, taking a deep swig of the firewhiskey.

Once the burning in her throat dwindled, she finally asked, "What do you guys need?"

James being the only brave one of the bunch, poured his sister a shot into the extra glass, motioning for her to take it. Once she did, he asked, "is everything okay?" Lia groaned at the words, "Nothing to worry about J, just boy trouble."

Lia didn't miss the grin on Sirius' face, the rest not noticing seeing as he immediately looked at her with worry.

"Not that any of us want to know the details," Remus added, "but do we have to beat Preston up?"