Breaking Black (A Sirius Black Love Story)

Chapter 67 (Year Seven)

"Damn, you look good in my shirt."

A smug smile crossed my lips and I couldn't keep it back. Familiar hands wrapped around my waist and landed on the fabric of the light blue, cotton shirt. His hands ran down my sides, just barely grazing my bare thighs with his pinkies. As if I weren't fazed and every cell in my body wasn't electrified by his touch, I continued to crack eggs and toss them in the pan on the other end of the kitchen using my wand.

"I'll bet the shirt looks even better..." Sirius began in a low voice. I bit my lip to stop from laughing. "...On me."

"You're such a tease!" I laughed and swatted at his hands caressing the buttons of his shirt. "Fine! You can make your own breakfast."

I didn't even see him come downstairs, and when I turned around, I realized he was wearing just about as much clothing as me- only jeans. He must've seen me staring at his bare chest like I always did and laughed. I waited for his typical 'like what you see?' line, but instead, he picked me up and cleared all of my breakfast ingredients out of the way so I was sitting on the granite countertop while kissing him. I didn't even care that my eggs were burning on the stove as Sirius reached for the top button of the shirt...

"Merlin, GET A ROOM!"

Our making out was cut short by none other than James Potter arriving in Sirius' fireplace.

"You're just lucky it was me who walked in on this and not Remus." James laughed and shook some soot out of his hair. "If poor old Moony walked in on that, he'd probably have a heart attack."

"Luckily Remus actually has the courtesy to alert us before he visits." I rolled my eyes and jumped off the counter. Sirius pulled me close so he was standing between me and James and leaned his head toward my ear.

"Why don't you go put some, ah, actual clothes on while we have our guest here, love?" Sirius whispered, but not quiet enough so James couldn't hear. Our friend started cracking up and I blushed, looking down at the buttons on Sirius' shirt. Nervously, I pulled at the back of the shirt so it fell a few inches lower on my thighs before rising again. With a sigh, I decided it was useless and wiggled out of Sirius' arms and began walking up the stairs to change. A wolf whistle sounded from behind me as I ran up the stairs and out of sight, but I could still hear their conversation in the kitchen.

"Damn, that's all yours? Always knew she was a catch." James stated. Sirius let out a sound like a warning growl.

"All mine." Sirius agreed. There was still a suspicious tone to his voice, like he thought James was encroaching on his relationship.

"Don't worry man, I just have a thing for redheads."

I quickly pulled on some clothes and brought a shirt down for Sirius. James was already sitting at the new dining room table with his feet up, making himself at home. In a hurry, I remembered the eggs on the stove and sighed when I realized they were mostly burnt. Still, I offered them to James, but he declined and settled for a small cup of tea. I didn't blame him, my cooking would never be as good as Mrs. Potter's.

"To what do we owe this lovely visit?" Sirius asked and pulled the shirt I brought him over his head. He took a seat at the table next to James and set a plate of burnt eggs on a copy of the Daily Prophet. The title was dark and a woman and her child seemed to be screaming and running in the photo on the cover. I averted my eyes with a grimace. Those kinds of articles were all that ever appeared in the Prophet anymore.