You Are Cordially Invited (Sirius Black)

"Sirius, You Are An Utter Troll."

AURORA looked over at the naked, muscular form of Sirius Black dressing himself. She felt guilty, naughty, but irrepressibly sated. She'd never had sex before.

She happily recalled the moment he kissed her and how warm and electrifying it felt. She could feel darts of pleasure and tension shooting through her body and although her mind was telling her it wasn't proper she couldn't pull her body away from the intense burning she felt.

She kissed him, and he returned by gently pulling at her robes, not greedily or laciviously but gradually. When he touched her breasts she felt herself overcome with excitement and she knew she couldn't stop- she didn't want to stop.

Sirius had kept her close and guided her hands and body, perhaps sensing her inexperience, and gently pushed her backwards onto the couch. The moments when she felt clumsy, awkward and vaguely uncomfortable he seemed to adjust slightly, which helped her to relax, and he kept kissing her, making her feel hot and needed and insatiable, to the point where she wanted him like she never wanted before.

They had sex, and with every pulse of desire she moaned with ecstasy which made Sirius kiss harder. Just when she thought she couldn't take any more he kept going, and the explosion of pleasure made her mind go blank and all she could feel was that moment.

Some of her less scrupulous friends who had had sex and talked about it warned her that she might bleed afterwards- a discreet check reassured her she was fine, yet her body did protest at all of the sudden and unfamiliar movements. Forasmuch as she knew she had done something unsalubrious she enjoyed it so much she told herself to ignore it. Her entire future had been turned upside down so she had responded in an upside down manner likewise.

So whilst Aurora was on the couch feeling good, Sirius was dressing and keenly aware of the mistake he'd just made. Sleeping with Aurora now put him in an awkward position because he couldn't just run off like normal, he regrettably would have some accountability.

"When do you, erm, leave England?" Sirius asked as lightly as possible.

"Sunday afternoon," she answered, "although I suppose when my parents find out we are not to be married they possibly will wish to leave immediately."

Sirius inwardly breathed a sigh of relief: at least she realised that sleeping together didn't mean they were engaged again.

"They may wish to meet with you, however, to ask you about it themselves" she added, pulling her discarded robes further up her body. Sirius froze mid-way through fastening his waistcoat buttons.

"Are you actually kidding me?" His voice had a sharpness to it which cut through Aurora's post-sex haze. She frowned slightly.

"Aurora, I'm not meeting your parents. I've told you already-it was my parents who organised it on my behalf, I don't want to see my fucking parents again so if there's a problem they can sort it out between them-fucking-selves. I'm not going through all of this again," he warned dangerously.

"Please, just consider it-" Aurora began, but Sirius cut her off.

"-No. No bloody parents. No more meetings. This whole fucking bastard charade is over!" He shouted, grabbing his robes and heading for the door. Aurora sat bolt upright and tried to cover herself.

"Please, Sirius! You can't just leave me like this!" She cried, but he ignored her and shot out of her room.

*

Sirius wasn't sure where he should go. He didn't want to go to his flat in case any unwanted visitors arrived and James and Lily would want to 'talk'. He decided to go to Andy's house but just as he prepared to Apparate he saw Madame Pontellier entering the hotel reception. He froze. She frowned at him suspiciously and started making her way over. Sirius panicked- he sped up and fast-walked in the opposite direction, which in turn made Madame Pontellier try to speed up to catch him. She began yelling at him in French across the lobby and people were turning to look at the spectacle.

He broke into a run, racing by the curious hotel guests who wondered why the ancient French maid was chasing after a young, attractive man. He shot out of the hotel doors and into the street where he prepared to Apparate.

"Sirius? What are you doing here?" said a voice from behind him. He spun around to see the face of his latest ex-girlfriend, Emmeline Vance, staring at him.

Sirius stopped dead. Here was the worst situation he could imagine: his ex-girlfriend saw him running away from an old lady, who was here with her mistress who was his betrothed fiancée, with whom he'd just broken up and slept with.

"Did I hear right, that you're getting married?" She asked with disbelief. His mouth flapped open uselessly. Emmeline cocked her head.

"N-no, no, I am not, it was a… a… misunderstanding and- oh, shit!" He saw Madame Pontellier approaching him through the glass hotel doors and he had to bolt. Before he Apparated he saw Emmeline looking upset and worried and the hotel doors open with a string of French exclamations.

Correction: THIS was the worst situation imaginable.

*

Dora Tonks screwed up her face and in a second her hair turned from mousey brown to a caustic shade of green. Her mother applauded.

"Now see if you can do your ears as well," Andy encouraged. Again Dora screwed up her face and her ears warped into small elephant's ears. As Sirius walked through the door Dora jumped up and ran towards him. Sirius couldn't help but laugh.

"Look, Uncle Siri, I'm a bellyphant!" She squealed. Sirius laughed and ruffled her green hair. Before he even got a chance to talk to his cousin Dora had insisted on showing him her new favourite transformations.

Eventually Dora was sent off to play and Sirius got the chance to talk to Andy alone.

"Where did you go after The Grand Warlock, then?" Andy asked him.

"I didn't leave," Sirius admitted. Andy pulled a face.

"Why not?"

"Honestly? I felt bad. I wanted to let her know I wasn't just being a dickhead and that the whole thing was out of my hands," he explained. Andy frowned at him then noticed his missed waistcoat buttons.

"Why is your waistcoat like that?" She pointed. "And your belt's not fastened- oh, Merlin's beard, Siri… did you sleep with her?"

Her blue eyes burned holes into his grey ones.

"No, of course not!" He objected habitually. Andy raised her arched eyebrows. "Okay, fine, yes I did, I'm a dirty bastard who fucked an innocent girl!"

Andy sighed heavily and shook her head.

"You know how I'm always saying you're a good person who does stupid things? I'm now starting to think you're a stupid arsehole who does crap things. Sirius, you are an utter troll."

**