When Black Met Blue (Marauder Fanfic)

chapter 13 *Edited*

'Padfoot!' James called sleepily. 'Is that you?'

'No, Prongs, it's Voldemort,' Sirius called back sarcastically as he pulled his school bag out from under his bed. Peter jerked awake, looking terrified.

'Don't joke about things like that, Sirius!' he said shrilly, before burying himself in his blankets again.

'Sorry, Pete,' Sirius said, grinning. 'Anyway, Jamie, I have to tell you something important. You were asleep by the time I got back last night-'

James looked up at the sound of his best mate's thrilled tone. 'Why are you so excited I was asleep?'

'I'm not! I'm excited about what happened while you were asleep!'

'Lovely. Have you seen my quill?'

'Prongs! Sirius whined. 'I'm trying to tell you something!'

'And it's taking forever,' Remus added dryly, shooting Sirius a smile.

Sirius stuck out his tongue. 'Aha!' James cried, triumphantly, waving his quill around. 'I've got it! I'll see you three in the common room,' he said as he ducked out of the dormitory.

‘Morning, Orla darling,’ James said pompously as he dumped his books on the table in the common room. ‘I take it you’ll be studying with us this fine morning.’ Orla was just coming down the girl’s dormitory staircase as he sat down on his favourite seat.

‘Morning, James,' she said with a slightly nervous smile. 'Yes, if you don’t mind.’

‘Orla!" Sirius said, sounding delighted as he descended the boy’s dormitory stars with Remus close behind. Both were still in their pyjama pants, with bed messied hair.

‘Siri-’ Orla’s reply was cut off as Sirius   bounced down the last few step and captured her lips in a kiss. James watched, shocked.

‘Good Morning,’Sirius said. Orla just stared at him. James caught Remus’ eye, and a second later, James had dragged Sirius away from Orla and put him behind Remus where he would be safe. The messy  haired Marauder turned back to Olra, who was now looking annoyed.

‘Orla,’ James said, putting his hands up in front of him. ‘You know he didn’t mean anything by it, really.’ Orla stared at Sirius raising one thin eyebrow.

James could hear Remus hissing to Sirius, ‘What the fuck were you thinking, Padfoot!’ He heard a smack, and assumed the Werewolf had smacked the shaggy  haired Marauder. Quite honestly, James thought it served him right. Sirius  started to laugh, almost hysterically. ‘Now is not the time, Padfoot’ Remus said, hitting him again. Sirius refused to quieten. Orla watched with an unreadable expression.

‘What’s happening?’ Peter yawned, appearing at the top of the boy’s staircase.

‘Sirius kissed me,’ Orla said, keeping an expression that was scarily neutral.

‘Shit!’ Peter squeaked a fearful expression contorting his features. He ran down the stairs to stand on Sirius’ other side. ‘Please don’t kill Sirius Please! He’s too young to die!’

‘Orla,’ James said, slowly backing away as she took a step forward. He loved his best friend like a brother, but sometimes Sirius could be suck a pillock; Orla had just started to speak with the Marauders on friendly terms, and they had all been enjoying her company. Not only had  Sirius likely ruined that for himself, but he had ruined it for the rest of them too. ‘Orla, really, we don’t know what he was thinking, I swear, we’ll take him to the Hospital Wing and get him fixed up. He must be broken, it’s really the onl-’

‘James.’

‘Yes?’ James squeaked. At any other time, it would have bothered him that he sounded like Peter, but right now, when Sirius’ life and those of the rest of them were in jeopardy, he couldn’t care less. Sirius didn’t seem to realise how dangerous the situation was, and was still laughing his head off. James shot him a frustrated look.

‘Will you, Remus and Peter please move?’ Orla asked sweetly.

‘Now, Orla’ Remus said hastily, ‘I’m not so sure that’s a good id-’

James risked a glance at Orla, who had caught Sirius eye. He, as always, stared back at her like she was the only person in the room, but this time, there was triumph mixed in. Orla's look was questioning and amused all at once, and she had that glint in her eye that James' parents had used to get when they looked at each other.

‘Oh!’ James said suddenly as everything clicked in his head. He glanced from Sirius to Orla again and a huge grin pasted itself on his face. ‘Bloody hell, Padfoot  we need to work on our telepathy!’

‘I’ll say,’ said Sirius with a smirk. 'I tried to tell you-Hey!' he yelped, as James pulled him into a tight hug.

‘What the hell is going on?’ Remus demanded, staring at them and then at Orla. Then comprehension flashed on his face and he too said, ‘Oh!’ He laughed, stepping forward to pull Sirius off James. He pushed Sirius toward Orla. ‘He’s yours, keep him.’

‘Oh, no you don’t!’ James said catching Sirius’ arm. ‘Transfiguration homework will have to wait. Messrs Moony and Wormtail, a Marauders meeting is in order!’

Remus and Peter shared identical, evil grins and then Remus grabbed Sirius" other arm. ‘Orla, stay here,’ Peter said in a surprisingly firm voice.

‘Why?’ she asked cautiously.

‘Boy things,’ James replied cheerfully as he and Remus hauled a resigned Sirius up the staircase.

* * *

‘Hello.’ Orla shivered as Sirius planted a soft kiss on the side of her neck. He walked around the couch to sit next to her and then planted another kiss on her lips.

‘Hello,’ she murmured back and this time it was her who initiated the kiss. They continued this way, exchanging chaste kisses. Despite them only just becoming a couple, it didn’t feel strage. To Orla, it seemed right.

‘So what were the four of you doing up in your dormitory?’ she asked, when they broke apart.

Sirius looked faintly nauseated at her question and leaned into the back of the couch. He fixed her with a baleful look, his lower lip jutting otu slightly. ‘They sat me down for “the talk”.’

‘You haven’t had it yet?’ Orla said, incredulous.

‘Oh, no, I have,’  Sirius said grimly. ‘Mum and Dad sat me down when I was about eleven and then again when I was fifteen and I had just moved in... Unfortunately, Prongs  seemed to have forgotten that, so I was treated to a detailed account of their... er... extra-curricular activities over the last few years.’ He shuddered. ‘And you know how Moony and Prongs are. They like to go into details.’ He shuddered again.

Orla made a face. ‘It can’t be worse than what I hear in my dormitory. And you forget I’m quite good friends with Marlene...’

‘I like her,’ Remus said, sauntering in. ‘She’s good fun.’