I THOUGHT I WAS BEING OBVIOUS.

IT WAS A LONG TIME BEFORE THE WEASLEY FAMILY LEFT BLACK MANOR, which only made Sirius more impatient. But when they did leave, they took Harry with them, meaning that he'd have the house and Ivy all to himself — that is, if Remus and Val would fucking leave. You'd think they'd be the first to go given that they knew how badly the two wanted each other.

"Leave," Sirius was whispering harshly to Remus just as Ivy was reaching for Val, pleading with her. "Please, don't leave."

"Babe," she said with a smirk. "It's time to face the consequences of your actions — the very sexy consequences."

"You're not funny," she mumbled, her cheeks heating up. "I'm going to make a fool of myself."

"Not possible," Val insisted. "You're perfect in every way, Flufflepuff, and Sirius knows it too. He adores you.

"Yeah?" she asked hopefully.

Val just groaned, wishing her best friend needed a little less reassurance — it was getting exhausting. "Look, I'm leaving. Now, go and fuck your pet dog."

"Don't call him that."

"That's what he is. Years from now, you'll be telling your kids how you met, and you'll have to say he was your pet for a year. Thats embarrassing. I'd have offed myself if I were you."

Ivy rolled her eyes — she'd spent plenty of time being embarrassed about that. "You know what, why don't you leave? Remus can walk you out."

For the first time in her life, Val was the one to blush at Ivy's words. "Look, just make sure I win that bet I told you about, yeah? Go get 'em, hot stuff."

With a slap on her ass, Val left Ivy's side, seeking out Remus, who was whispering with Sirius. But he instantly stopped and perked up when he saw Val.

"Ready to go?" he asked her.

Sirius peered at the two. "I'm sorry? You're leaving together?"

"Go fuck yourself, Sirius," Val said blatantly. Then she smirked teasingly. "Or Ivy — whatever you prefer."

"I'm revoking your permanent invitation to the house," he said flatly.

By the time Sirius sent the two off, Ivy had fled the living room. Sirius looked around, not spotting the younger girl anywhere. So, he began his hunt, looking out back and in the kitchen. He checked the dining room and the library. It wasn't until he made it to the hallway where their rooms were that he found her.

The door of her room was wide open, giving him an easy view of her sitting at the vanity table where she kept all her makeup. She was taking the ribbon out of her hair that she'd been wearing all day, keeping her curls pulled back.

Ivy knew when he entered her room, seeing him approaching in the reflection of the mirror. She met his gaze through it, most of her teasing behavior now gone since she was alone with him. Her heart was beating a mile a minute, wondering what he was going to do.

"Did you have a nice time?" Sirius asked, just making conversation at first.

"I did," she said softly. "I've missed Charlie. If only Bill could've made it home too."

He nodded in agreement, not really caring about Bill. "And clearly, you were happy at Charlie's side all night."

"Am I not allowed to spend time with Charlie?" she asked almost defiantly, raising her chin. Though she lost her confidence with his withering stare. "I'm sorry I didn't pay you much attention tonight."

"Well, I think you know you had my attention regardless," he said while getting up and coming to stand behind her, his hands on the back of the chair, knuckles brushing her shoulders. Then he slowly traced his finger over the collar of her cardigan, pushing it to the side until he spotted a white bra strap. He leaned down, lips hovering over her neck. "Is this okay?"

Ivy just nodded in anticipation.

"Speak up, Bunny," he said in a hard tone. "Be a big girl and tell me what you want from me."

"I—" She took in a deep breath, knowing there was no going back afterward. "I want you to kiss me, Siri."

That was all the permission he needed. Sirius held her chin and turned her head, angling it up so that he could reach those pouty lips he loved so much. The kiss was gentler than he wanted, knowing that she deserved something sweet and slow for her first kiss.

Something akin to butterflies or pixies swirled in Ivy's stomach as Sirius' rough lips met her's that were covered in lipgloss. And she wanted more, so she slowly turned around in the chair, sitting on her knees to better reach him. Sirius regained some of his height as he cupped her cheeks, pulling her in deeper.

His tongue swiped at the seam of her lips, and it felt so natural for her to open them, letting him inside, but she hesitated. Then she quickly pulled back, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

Worried that he'd done something wrong, Sirius cupped her cheek and asked in a gentle tone, "What's wrong?"

"I don't - I don't know how," she whispered, her eyes nearly watering. This was exactly what she feared when she began falling for him. "What if I'm not good at it?"

Sirius just smiled softly. "I'll teach you," he promised. "Focus on my tongue — copy the movements until it feels natural. But something tells me that you could never be a bad kisser, Ivy Arora."

She nodded timidly and slid off the chair, wanting to stand in front of him properly for it. But not wanting to lean down, he quickly lifted her up and sat her on her vanity, making her squeal and grin while wrapping her arms around his neck.

Then he kissed her again, this time meeting no hesitation when he slid his tongue into her mouth. She felt like he was trying to devour her whole, exploring each inch of her mouth like it was something to claim. And though she got distracted, she learned to roll her tongue as he did and sucked on his bottom lip when they parted for air.

Sirius was breathless, looking down at her in awe. "I think you get the idea."

Then he was on her again, standing between her legs with one hand on her hip and the other buried in her hair, cupping the back of her head so he could keep her pressed up against him. When he stopped kissing her again, she whined and tried to go after him, but his lips were much too occupied with kissing along her jawline and down her neck.

She let out a whimper as he bit the junction between her shoulder and neck before soothing it with his tongue, determined to cover her in marks. All the while, she tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling on it a bit, which made him groan against her skin. Then he tugged on the leather strap of the necklace Charlie gave her. Needing any sign of another man off of her, Sirius quickly unclasped the necklace and threw it to the side, neither giving it another thought as he devoured her neck.

Before long, he was stopping once more, his lips swollen and wet as he looked down at her with lust in his eyes.

"I've kissed you," he said in a raspy tone while pressing his forehead to hers. "Tell me what else you want from me."

Her eyes were glued to his gray eyes which were growing darker by the second. Gathering all the courage she could muster, she said, "I want you to tell me you love me too."

It was the 'too' that made Sirius feel like he was on cloud nine. He grinned brightly tucked a curl behind her ear. "Of course, I love you. I've been in love with you for quite some time. I thought I was being obvious and you were ignoring the signs like you do with Diggory and Fred."

Ivy shook her head gently. "No, I wasn't. I was just convinced you wouldn't want... someone like me."

"Someone that's kindhearted and perfect in every way?" he asked rhetorically. "I love you, Ivy. Never doubt that."

"I love you too," she whispered, leaning up to kiss him softly. "But I want one more thing."

"Anything," he promised, going back in for another deep kiss. "What do you want me to do?"

"Everything."

Sirius pulled back once more, searching her face to make sure she meant what she was saying. "Are you sure, Darling? I don't want you to feel like you have to give me something you aren't ready for."

She nodded while toying with the bottom of his t-shirt. "I'm sure. Just... go slow."

Merlin, that would be hard for him when all he wanted to do was fuck her stupid in the little skirt Val had given her — no doubt she'd schemed with Sirius in mind and bought it for this very purpose. To torture him.

"If I do anything you're uncomfortable with or don't like — anything at all — I want you to say a word. Think you can do that for me?" Ivy just nodded up at him. "Snitch. Say it."

"Snitch," she repeated.

Then Sirius cupped her jaw firmly, staring down at her for a moment. "And if your mouth is full—" As he spoke, he slid his thumb into her mouth, and she instinctively ran her tongue across the tip of it. "—you'll pinch me. Understood?"

She nodded almost dumbly, still wrapped around his thumb. His thumb dug into her teeth as he gripped her jaw and pulled her closer to him.

"Get on the bed f' me," he instructed, his eyes darkening.

She did as she was told, feeling his eyes burning into her back as she went toward her bed covered in a pink and floral quilt. It was so innocent compared to what was about to happen on it. She sat on the edge, smoothing out the fabric of her skirt to try and make sure she looked pretty.

Sirius stalked toward her, still deciding internally what all he wanted to do to her — because he couldn't do it all in one night. She'd be far too overstimulated. Though that was something he was dying to try as well, already picturing her crying face as she claimed it was too much only to eat her words when she came again and again.

In the end, he chose the simplest option, which was to lean down and kiss her again. She pulled him down on her until she was on her back, him hovering over her. And as he began to trail bruising kisses down her neck, his fingertips toyed with the buttons of her cardigan, knowing that two pieces of plastic were the only things keeping him from seeing the bra he'd been dying to lay eyes on.

He was careful with it, knowing she'd be upset if he ripped any of the buttons off. And he met no resistance when he pushed the thin garment off her shoulders, letting it slide down her arms.

Ivy was a sight for fucking sore eyes, tanned breasts spilling out of lacy, see-through fabric, making her look like a pretty present he was dying to unwrap. And that was just what he did, reaching behind her back to unclasp it as she arched up off the bed, giving him space.

Even as he took it off, he kept his eyes on her face, searching for any signs of hesitation or doubt — he didn't find any. So, he pulled the fabric away, revealing her heavenly chest, and he was on her in seconds.

Ivy gasped as his lips sought out one of her nipples, beginning to suck on it as his strong hand palmed the other one. She'd never been touched like this — Merlin, she'd never been topless in front of anyone. But here she was at the older man's mercy, getting lost in her lust for him, the unfamiliar feeling of arousal returning after disappearing the night before.

He bit and nipped and sucked until her chest was covered in red marks. Once he was satisfied, he began to descend lower on her body, tailing sloppy kisses down her abdomen and hips, letting his lips graze the band of her skirt.

"Given last night," he began while sliding his hands underneath her skirt. "I think it's safe to assume you've never touched yourself here?"

As he spoke, he lightly began dragging his finger along her covered core, applying the lightest bit of pressure, which was like torture to her, as she'd already had a taste and wanted more. So, Ivy just shook her head, and Sirius mirrored the action.

"And you're not to ever, understood?" he asked. "You're mine, Darling, and I don't take too kindly to others touching my things."

First, he flipped the small skirt up on her stomach, then he slowly slid the underwear down her legs, letting it drop to the floor, all but forgotten. Ivy writhed in anticipation, but he put a stop to that with a firm hand on her stomach, just under her belly button as he pushed her down into the mattress.

Wanting to see every expression she made as he explored her body, Sirius sat next to her, and when she no longer felt his weight on her, she whined almost pathetically but stayed in place. Before he began, Sirius leaned down to kiss her, sating her need for his touch.

Not that she had to wait long, because just as his tongue brushed her lips to deepen it, his hand sought out her clit. Ivy gasped, giving him the perfect opportunity to slide his tongue inside. He continued to rub small, light, and teasing circles as he kissed her.

It was when Sirius pulled away that he really began paying attention to her. He drank in every little pant as he picked up the pace. Finally, though, he sought out her entrance, slowly sliding one finger into her, taking his time as he knew she'd never had anything inside of her.

Ivy let out a moan, feeling herself clench around his finger as he slowly moved it back and forth inside of her. And just as she got used to the feeling, he entered another, stretching her out even more. It was better than any experience she'd ever had — and yet she knew it could get better.

Still unfamiliar with the overwhelming feeling of an oncoming orgasm, she reached for his wrist, not sure if she wanted to stop him or urge him to go faster. Rather than stop, Sirius instead dipped down, his mouth seeking out her chest.

Her mouth fell open in bliss as he sucked on her nipple while his fingers drove in and out of her. Before she even knew it, she was coming all over his hand, too much of a breathless mess to worry about the mess she made all over him.

Sirius gently kissed her thighs as he pulled his fingers from her, loving the longing moan she let out as he did so. Then he crawled back up her body, placing open-mouthed kisses everywhere he could reach until he arrived at her mouth. But rather than kiss her, he pressed his cum-covered fingertips to her lips.

"Open," he commanded, and she did as she was told. Sirius slid his long fingers into her mouth until he hit the back of her throat. "Be a good bunny and clean those off for me."

Ivy instantly began sucking on his fingers, letting her tongue swirl around them, tasting the odd, tangy substance that coated them. Sirius let her go for a few moments longer before pulling his fingers out of her mouth. He smirked when she ended up chasing after them.

"Don't worry, love," he said, cupping her face. "We'll find something else to occupy that pretty mouth of yours another day."

"Please," she begged, not even knowing what she was begging for. "Wanna make you feel good, Siri. Please."

"Oh, I can assure you that my time is coming."