Friends with Benefits

We Need To Talk.

You couldn't quite believe it, History was repeating itself again.

All the clever avoidance techniques and self-imposed absences away from your friends had failed to prevent what they were set in place for.

Leaning back on your front door, still managing to hold your wobbly body upright, you were transported back in time.

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The first war was in full swing; people disappearing, not knowing who to trust, being sent on crazy missions with the order - you were so young.

At times you didn't know how you survived, then you remembered you had just met Sirius. A rebellious, strong, cheeky, confident, and slightly arrogant boy. He wasn't your type. He was too charming, too easy on the eyes, and too cocky.

This was at first, then you got to know him. His charm was genuine, it wasn't his fault looking at his face could melt your knickers, and the aforementioned cockiness, that was just bravado and a facade to hide deep scars.

Slowly you started to think that maybe he was a bit of alright. Whenever you were at a bar, women approached him - It was hard to get him on his own, however, he had this way of appearing by your side when you least expected it.

He had hit on you of course, with little success. You 'worked' with him, had begun to establish a basis of friendship - fraternising was not a good idea. Or was it? However, as the months trickled by, you couldn't help thinking of him. Though you were sure you didn't want a relationship, you wondered if Sirius might be interested in an arrangement of sorts. How to ask him though? Subtly via a note? Bold and upfront? What would you even say? "Hey Sirius, I like your face - can I sit on it?" Or "Sirius, what are your thoughts on casual sex with a friend?" Or maybe, have him overhear you talking to Lily about wanting a fuck buddy. It all seemed either too flippant or too cringeworthy.

In the end, you didn't have to do anything. He read your mind. Literally. Dumbledore had you all practicing Legilimency one evening and you were partnered with Sirius. Your goal was to mask a randomly assigned location by thinking of the phrase: "I won't tell you." As others tried to enter your mind.

Yours backfired spectacularly. His presence in your mind set off a domino effect of yearning. The lust was too much and you couldn't control it. You kept the test location hidden but instead of thinking "I won't tell you" your betraying mind said, "I want to have sex with you."

He definitely heard you. You saw it on his face, the minute you had thought the words. His eyes widened and he initially looked shocked until his features changed to a wry smile and a dirty gleam in his eyes.

It was a wondrous arrangement. He wasn't your type which is what made the friends with benefits - no strings rule, perfect. Initially your attraction to him was purely surface deep. That face! How could one not swoon? That body! And, boy did he know what to do with it. Being with Sirius meant stolen kisses at every opportune and not so opportune moment, earth-shattering orgasms, and sex everywhere - there wasn't a surface in his house that you hadn't Christened.

He was light and fun and as you got to know him further; incredibly intelligent and fierce for his friends. He protected all of you as his life depended on it. Which is why it came as a huge shock when he was arrested.

You were sure you were one of the many who had intimate carnal knowledge of Sirius, but even so, you felt you 'knew' him down to his bones, and back then the likelihood he was a Voldemort supporter was laughable.

You had attempted talking to Remus but he was distant, constantly in his own head, and getting thoughts out of him was like squeezing blood from a stone.