Genetics • Sirius Black

Chapter Seventy Eight: That Still Your Plan?

It was strange how two moments, similar in time and space, could be so different. 

Sirius Black could remember the morning the first time they got wolfsbane clearly. Morning came through the blinds and fell on the figure beside him. A lump of curls and white cotton. At first, he thought it was a drunken mistake, then memory came crashing in. Freya Grey's stubborn arse crawling next to him at three in the morning in their little twin bed. He was on his stomach, her facing away from him. In the night, they moved and became impossibly intertwined. Sirius thought it was funny when he woke and slowly pried himself out of her grips to not wake her. Without a second thought, he left the bed and showered.

Same lump of curls, same awful inn. Only, now, Sirius thought moving would be fatal. Arm slung over her waist, her back pressed against his chest, legs woven in a tangle. Warmth transferred through her nightgown to his bare chest. Honey ran through his veins, watching her entangled in him, feeling her arm hold his. Something about it made him feel safe. A calm peace washed over him.

It was not a perfect moment in a film. There was shouting heard across the streets; the bed was not the most comfortable, and he was sporting his usual morning erection that sort of made him hesitant to pull her closer. But it felt like perfection to him. An eternity could pass, and he doubted he would be tired of the warmth in his bones.

However, time was never a gentle creature. Reluctantly, Sirius Black shook her softly by him, not wanting his hands to leave her. "Freya, love." His voice rasped out of his throat.

After a moment, Freya started to stir. "Mhmm?"

"It's time to get up now." As soon as he said that, she shook her head and snuggled deeper into the mattress and him. A smile worked its way onto his face. It took all of his willpower to not say fuck it to their mission and spend the rest of the day in that bed. "Careful, or else I might have to resort to different tactics." Finally, Freya rolled over, and her tired, dark eyes met his. Her gaze had no doting love, and Sirius could not help but be amused. "Hello."

"Your breath is foul." She denounced.

"You're no peach." Lightly, he flicked her nose, and she rolled back over. "Up." Sitting up, he smacked her arse playfully. She forced herself up to glare at him, but she did not scare him. "The drool really adds to the whole look. Truly."

Rolling her eyes, she got out of bed, causing her nightgown to ride up even further before falling back to her knees. She retied her hair back into a bun, then went through her bag. Everything was neatly set on the bed: her clothes, her toothbrush, her lotions, and meticulously, she went through everything. Sirius had not moved an inch.

When she noticed, she turned to him. "Aren't you getting dressed?"

It seemed he had forgotten he had anything else to do aside from admiring her. His focus was solely on watching her. "Waiting for you to shower."

She nodded, then took her clothes into the shower. As the door clicked shut, an impossible-to-tame grin painted his features last night, settling into him. He was friends with benefits with Freya Grey. 

***

Strangely, Peter Pettigrew and James Potter were back on their feet just a few hours after Freya and Sirius had left for their deal with Mundungus. Therefore, everyone was blistering with anticipation on their arrival.

Early that morning, James took his rounds near the Slytherin dorms, ignoring the looks he got from the people around him. Sirius and Freya had taken the map with them to sneak back into the castle more easily. Unlike James and Peter, who had hidden other means that could make them run incredibly fast to and from the town, Freya and Sirius walked at an average human speed, which seemed mind-bogglingly slow to James at the moment.