I'LL PROTECT YOU ALL NIGHT LONG.

"SORRY FOR WHAT VAL SAID TO YOU," Ivy said to Sirius.

Her friend had finally relaxed enough, feeling like she could return home. That again left Sirius and Ivy alone in the manor. Currently, the newly formed couple was lounging in the living room, the television turned to an episode of some American sitcom called Cheers — though the volume was completely turned down as they talked.

Sirius was sitting up as Ivy laid across the couch, her head in his lap. And he was soothingly running his fingers through her curls, twirling them around his finger, nearly sending her right to sleep.

"No, it's fine. I mean, Rem is a right floppy cock sometimes," he smirked. "What'd he do this time?"

"Slept with her," she admitted. Ivy didn't feel bad about revealing that, as Remus would no doubt tell his best friend about it. "That said it wouldn't happen again."

It had been exactly what Ivy feared after sleeping with Sirius. Turns out she was the lucky of the pair of best friends. She felt horrible for Val, who was feeling a bit used and rejected because of Remus.

Sirius sighed, likely already knowing what was going through Remus' mind. "Darling, it's... complicated. Physicality and relationships always have been with him. He swore off love when we were in school, not wanting to risk falling in love and passing down the werewolf gene."

"So what if his child was a werewolf?" Ivy asked, not seeing a problem with it just like she'd thought nothing of Remus being one.

He looked down at the naive girl and shook his head softly. "The world doesn't work like that, Ivy. He can barely keep jobs with his condition — you've seen it yourself. I watched him grow up thinking that he was a monster, something he still thinks to this day. Whether he sees her as a one-night stand or more is meaningless with how much self-loathing he's living with."

"I hate it," she said, her eyes watering. "There is no one as smart and kind and sweet as he is."

"I'm smart and kind and sweet."

"Oh, don't sound jealous," she said with a small smile.

Sirius scoffed at that. "I don't get jealous."

"Good," Ivy said, feeling relieved. Of course, she was a bit clueless, so she didn't know he was lying. "Because I do have plans to spend the day at Cedric's in a few days. I was hoping you weren't the kind of man to mind that."

Sirius' jaw tensed, but he didn't want to come off as controlling, so he just released the breath he'd been holding through his nose. "Why would I care? Cedric's a good lad — a perfect, Hufflepuff, age-appropriate lad."

Maybe she was a bit oblivious, but even Ivy could tell he actually was bothered. "Siri," she said, sitting up a bit so that she could look at him properly. "You're not jealous, are you?"

"Please," he scoffed. "What do I have to be jealous of?"

"Exactly," she agreed, leaning in to kiss his lips. "You're so kind." Then she kissed his cheek, earning a content hum from him. "And strong." A kiss was placed to the underside of his jaw. "And funny." She made her way down his neck, sliding her legs over his lap."And so handsome."

Serious cleared his throat a bit. "I am those things, yes," he agreed, gripping her waist tightly.  "Any particular reason for pointing those facts out?"

"Maybe I want something from you," she said, looking down at him innocently.

He raised an eyebrow. "And what's that."

It was then that she got shy, not nearly as confident as Val made it sound like when she'd done the same for Remus. So, she mumbled and hid her face in his neck, beginning to kiss his skin.

"Oh, no, Bunny," he chuckled, pulling her back. He shot her an almost condescending look. "Be a big girl and use your words."

"Wanna try something," she murmured. "But I don't know how. Need you to teach me."

As she spoke, she slid off his lap and down on her knees, pushing his legs apart easily. Sirius leaned back with interest as she slid her hands up his thighs, nearing his crotch.

"I can assure you that you're perfect at that already, love," he said with a smirk.

"Not that," she said, looking up at him through her lashes. "Wanna use my mouth — just like you did."

A low groan left his lips, already picturing it in his mind. "Yeah, Bunny? Well you've got the first step down."

"What's that?"

"You're on your knees — though perhaps we should relocate."

Before she knew it, Sirius had lifted Ivy up and thrown her over his shoulder. She laughed before he pinched her thigh, making her squirm.

"Siri, let me down," she giggled.

"What? You don't like the view?" he asked teasingly, drawing her eyes toward his ass.

Once they reached Sirius' room, he unceremoniously put her back on her feet while also muttering a silencing charm — they didn't know when Harry was coming home.

"Now," he said, leaning down to kiss her roughly. When he pulled back, she was a breathless mess. "On your knees, Darling."

As she went lower, Sirius removed his belt, letting it fall to the floor. But he left his pants to her, letting her go at her own pace, knowing this was new and nerve-racking for her.

Her hands were shaking a bit, but she pushed through it as she unbuttoned his dark jeans, sliding them and his underwear down in one go, freeing his slowly-hardening cock. Her mouth watered at the sight, still thinking he was so pretty, even more-so now that she'd had it filling her up completely.

He ran his fingers along her cheek lovingly as she began to gently stroke his length. Then when he pressed his fingertips to her lips, she parted them, letting them in, getting her used to having something in her mouth. He went until he hit the back of her throat.

Ivy instantly began sucking on his fingers, letting her tongue swirl around them, pleased when he let out a hum of approval, letting her know she was making the right movements. 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."

Ivy didn't fight Sirius when he bent down to cup her jaw, squeezing until she opened it. Then he spit in her mouth and forced it shut.

"Swallow," he ordered, satisfied when he saw her throat move. "This mouth always says such sweet things," he murmured, his eyes dark. "Makes me wonder if it's capable of anything more sinful. Keep it slow and gentle — no teeth. Like you're sucking on sweets."

Ivy nodded and took in a nervous deep breath, and Sirius groaned instantly at her touch. She stroked his length a few more times timidly before looking up at him, almost for permission, with her mouth hanging open, her tongue poking out. When he nodded, she began to kitten lick just the tip, making a shudder run through him.

When she finally took him into her mouth, she found he was much too long. His tip hit the back of her throat, making her gag and tears prick in her eyes.

"Shh," Sirius said, combing his hand gently through her hair. "Breathe through your nose. Relax your throat."

She did as told, managing to fit just the slightest bit more. Then she began to test the waters, running her tongue along the underside of his cock at what felt like an agonizing pace to Sirius. He let out another groan before thrusting his hips forward, catching her off guard. She held onto his thighs for stability and began bobbing her head back and forth to match his pace.

It wasn't long until he was fucking her mouth just as he'd always dreamed. "Jus' fucking right," he muttered harshly, gathering her hair in his fist to better control her. "Such a good girl — like you were made to suck my cock."

Ivy couldn't help but whine at his praise, the vibrations making Sirius close his eyes and moan. She was consumed with him, choking on him, and didn't once slow down. She took everything he gave her, hollowing her cheeks and letting him hit further inside of her even when it hurt the back of her throat.

"Merlin," he breathed out, looking down at her. "You look so pretty like this, Bunny. Wish you could see it — how pretty my girl looks on her knees - fuck! Choking on my cock."

Sirius' thrusts began to lose their rhythm, and Ivy suspected he was close to a release. So, she pulled her head back and just sucked on the tip, swirling her tongue around him. He let out a curse before his hips stuttered and his orgasm hit her.

The salty and tangy substance filled Ivy's mouth, who did her best to swallow the thick, warm substance. And once he was at himself, Sirius pulled Ivy to her feet and kissed her roughly, licking her lips to get what she'd missed.

"So good," he moaned, pulling her to her feet and pressing his forehead to hers. And Ivy glowed from the praise, just turned on by the fact she could make him cum with only her mouth, something she'd never imagined doing.

She rubbed her thighs together, an action that didn't go unnoticed by Sirius.

"You were perfect f' me. Think you deserve a reward, yeah?"

"Yeah," she mumbled before kissing him, hands working at his button-up shirt, not wanting any fabric between them.

"Slow down, Bunny," he said, though he let her push the shirt off his frame, leaving him bare in front of her. "I want to take my time with you."

Ivy let out an impatient huff, not exactly wanting to take things slow now that she'd had him before and knew how good it could be. "But—"

He cut her whining off, sliding his arm around her waist. "You'll take what I give you or nothing at all."

"Please," she begged, not even sure what she was begging for — anything he'd give her, she supposed. "Please, Siri."

Sirius' face softened as he cupped her cheek, then he slid his hand down her shoulder, pulling the collar of his shirt she was wearing to the side, exposing more of the hickies he'd given her just the night before. "How could I ever deny a pretty thing like you?"

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Dear Val,
You'll find the winnings of our bet enclosed.
Love, Remus
p.s. I'm sorry, Sweetheart

Remus
Don't call me Sweetheart. I'm a big girl. I wasn't in love with you or anything, so don't pity me next time I see you. Until then, though, I don't see a reason to keep writing you.
Valerie

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Harry didn't get back to the manor until late, and thankfully, Ivy and Sirius weren't in any kind of compromising position. But she'd found out he had been forced to train in the piano growing up — and a million other posh Pureblood things — so she was making him play for her on the piano in the sitting room.

"I'm back!" Harry called, following the music. "And Ivy, I've brought Draco."

In an instant, Ivy forgot all about Sirius, who had been trying to show her how to play the opening notes of a Queen song — because if his wretch of a mother was going to make him learn, he'd at least play songs he liked.

"Dray, what are you doing here?" she asked, getting off the bench as he came around the corner with Harry. He had an overnight bag in hand.

"Well, I was invited to lunch with the Weasleys. Harry said I could come over," the younger, blonde boy said. "Plus I haven't seen you much since you moved here. Oh, and I brought a Slytherin scarf for Dobby."

Ivy grinned and went to hug the boy, happy that he was slowly changing into the version of himself that he wanted to be — and that he was making better friends. "Of course, you can stay," she said as if it was her house. "Sirius was just going to show me a movie called Cujo. He said it's a dog movie."

Harry cut his eyes to his godfather, knowing exactly what that movie was about — and he also knew Ivy didn't like scary things. But Sirius just shook his head with a sly smirk on his face, fully prepared to take advantage of her scared and curled into his arms.

"Oh, I love dogs!" Draco said, perking up just as Ivy had. "Can we watch?"

"Of course, you can, Malfoy," Harry told him, slapping him on the shoulder. "Let's get changed into our pajamas though. It's kind of boring — might fall asleep during it.

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Ivy did not fall asleep. In fact, she was horrified by the movie Sirius made them watch, and she was far too scared in her dark room to drift off peacefully.

With a blanket wrapped around her shoulders, she crept down the hallway, checking over her shoulder every time the floorboards creaked. She scurried right to Sirius' room and knocked on the door. Then when he didn't answer fast enough, she knocked again.

A few seconds later, he opened the door — she was far too scared to care that he was shirtless. "Are you alright?" he asked with a confused and sleepy frown.

"You're a horrible person, Sirius Black," she mumbled, crossing her arms. "That movie was horrible."

In an instant, he was smiling. "Don't tell me you're scared of a dog."

"Ron was terrified of you," she reminded him. "I'm being serious — don't make the joke! I don't think I'll get any sleep."

He sighed softly and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her into the room. "What if you slept in my room? I'll protect you all night long."

Merlin, she loved the thought of falling asleep in his strong arms — it pushed all thoughts of Cujo from her mind.

"I mean, it's the least you could do," she mumbled, leaning her head against his firm chest.

"C'mon, Bunny," he said, leading her toward his large bed. Sirius helped her up onto the mattress before climbing in with her, making sure that the covers were up to her chin to keep her warm.

When he didn't instantly pull her into his arms, she wormed her way closer, which made him smile. He'd been internally debating how long it would take her to come closer — not long at all, apparently.

Sirius wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close. And in no time at all, she was drifting off, listening to the comforting sound of his beating heart.