[ SMUT WARNING. this is a continuation of the last chapter ]

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WHAT HAPPENED WHEN SIRIUS BLACK ATTACKED YOU?

"SIRI," Danica moaned as he continued kissing along her neck. His hands began wondering up the sides of her sweater as he felt her warm skin. They'd been kissing for quite some time since Sirius gave her the necklace, and neither wanted to stop, though Sirius misinterpreted her.

"I'm sorry," he said, pulling away. "I know you want to go slow."

She cupped his cheek and rubbed her thumb across his skin. "I was just gonna ask if you wanted to move to the bed."

Excitement lit up Sirius' eyes, realizing what she was asking. "Are you sure?"

"Please," she begged, wrapping her arms around her neck.

In response, Sirius stood up and then lifted her in his arms, Danica wrapping her legs around his waist. He carried her over to the rickety old bed, setting her down gently.

Danica grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him on top of her. It felt so good to have him pressed against her. As Sirius kissed her deeply, he slipped his knee between her legs and brought it out, parting them so that he could lay between them.

Then his hands returned to their previous position, working underneath her sweater. She shuddered as his hands sought out her breast, squeezing them when he found that she wasn't wearing a bra.

After a moment, she grew impatient and moved to pull her sweater over her head, him helping her when he got the idea. After it was gone, he peeled her jeans off her legs, tossing them to the side and leaving her in just her underwear.

Sirius sat back on his knees and stared down at her body, a dark look in his eyes. Starting at her hip, he ran his hand up her body before brushing his thumb over a hardened nipple.

"You really are fucking perfect," he told her, making her blush. "Bet you taste just as good."

Moving quickly, he got off the bed and knelt on the ground. She squealed when he grabbed her ankles and dragged her to the edge of the bed, her core right at his mouth.

Not bothering to take them off, Sirius pushed her underwear to the side and sought out her clit, teasingly licking it with his tongue. She cried out and grabbed into his hair, tangling her fingers in his tresses.

His tongue felt like heaven as he swirled circles around the sensitive bundle of nerve endings. It wasn't long before she was a breathless mess, her legs trembling as a symphony of moans left her lips.

After a few minutes, he finally tugged her panties down her body before returning to her clit. Then Sirius slowly slid a finger into her opening, moving it at a torturously slow pace, working in and out of her.

"Siri," she moaned, her core tightening. "'M close."

He stopped to kiss the inside of her thigh while adding a second finger, stretching her even more. "Just let go for me, love. All over my fingers, yeah?"

She moaned again as he began sucking on her clit, and a moment later, something snapped inside of her. She spilled out all over his fingers which he continued moving in and out of her, working her through her first orgasm of the night.

"How was that?" he asked, kissing her stomach.

"Perfect," she murmured, looking down at him with hazy eyes.

He smirked before swiping at her drenched core with his fingers, making her flinch. His fingers, which were covered in cum, drew a heart on her stomach before he leaned down, licking her skin clean.

Danica snatched his wrist up and brought his fingers to her mouth, sucking them clean. He groaned as his fingertips hit the back of her throat, just imagining her lips around something else.

Once his fingers were clean, he rose to his full height. She watched with hungry eyes as he shrugged off his shirt. Clearly, her feeding him had paid off as he revealed a defined torso covered in tattoos. As she followed the lines of the prominent V that disappeared beneath his trousers, she spotted the painful looking tent in his pants.

So, she moved onto her knees and hooked her fingers in the waistband of his pants, pulling him closer. She reached inside, wrapping her hands around his thick cock, whining from just the feel of it.

Sirius let out a shuddering breath, and suddenly, she wanted to draw every sound imaginable from his pretty lips.

With her free hand, she pushed his pants down along with his underwear, freeing him. And Merlin, the pink tip was leaking as she felt him throb in her hand, slowly rubbing back and forth.

Getting impatient, Sirius pushed on her shoulders lightly, causing her to let go as she fell back. Then he crawled up her body, placing warm, open-mouthed kisses along her skin before reaching her mouth.

"You're really sure?" he found himself asking again, his hardened length between their bodies.

"Sirius, please. Please," she begged, nails scratching his shoulders. "You're all I want."

"Fuck, I love you," he groaned, moving to kiss her again before she could reply.

Then he slid into her, and her mouth fell open in awe as he stretched her walls more than they'd ever been before. A low moan left his throat as he reached his base, neither able to tell where one ended and the other began. And when he began to move, Danica was lost to the world.

A cacophony of ecstasy built up inside her as she hitched her leg around his hip, helping him hit deeper. As he sped up, she scratched at his back, wanting to be even closer despite that not being possible.

All she wanted was him. She wanted to feel like this all the time. Sirius was so right, so perfect, and all hers.

All she could fathom was his name, not a single cohesive thought in her mind as he drove in and out of her. Not even when the rotting legs on the bed broke and they hit the ground hard did she notice it. She just kept calling out his name like a pleading prayer to the Muggle god she didn't even believe in.

"So - fucking - tight," Sirius grunted in between thrusts. "You were made for my cock, Darling. You're mine."

"Yours," she choked out, her eyes watering from how overwhelming it all was. "I love you. I love you."

At her words, Sirius moaned and let his head fall against her neck. When he felt her walls clenching around him as she neared her second release, he brought his hand down between them and began rubbing roughly on her clit.

It was all too much, and the orgasm hit her hard as she came. It felt like Danica was suffocating his cock, and he bit down on her shoulder hard, letting out a muffled scream from how good it felt.

His thrusts began to grow sloppy, and soon, he was coming hard inside of her, knowing he'd have to do a contraception spell as soon as they were done. But that didn't matter now as he chased his high, kissing all over her neck and face as he slowed his movements, all but collapsing on top of her.

When Sirius slid out of her, Danica moaned at the delicious feeling, already missing him. So, as he rolled onto his back, she curled into his side, laying her head on his heaving chest. He wrapped his warm arms around her, tracing his fingers back and forth along her side.

After a moment of comfortable silence, Danica couldn't help but giggle.

"What?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Merlin, I am so the family disappointment," she sighed.

"So am I," he shrugged. "No shame in it."

"Well, there's some shame when you've just fucked an azkaban escapee that you've been helping hide in a shack for all term," Danica admitted, not that she was ashamed. If anything, she felt more at home in her body than she had in months — not since being with Remus.

Sirius smirked at that. "James would say that shame was the most prominent emotion girls must've felt after sleeping with me."

"Don't worry," she said, kissing his chest. "I'm not ashamed of you."

"Good," he smiled. "Because once I'm free, I'm gonna make sure everyone knows who you belong to."

"I like the sound of that," she said, matching his smile. It was nice having someone that didn't want to keep her a secret.

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"You whore!" Claudia exclaimed as Danica crept into her bedroom. Given that the light was on, it was easy for her to spot Danica's fucked out state. Her hair was a mess, she was covered in hickies, and her sweater was on inside out. "Did you have sex? Are you late to our sleepover because you had sex?"

"I - I may have... had sex," she said, avoiding eye contact.

Claudia crossed her arms and shook her head in mock disapproval. "My, my. Professor Daddy has been very naughty this Christmas. Santa won't be visiting him."

"It wasn't Remus," Dan said with a frown, moving to grab some pajamas so that she could shower.

That made Claudia pause. "But Oliver went home for Christmas. As did basically every eligible person on campus."

Danica almost swore, knowing she couldn't tell the truth. It was almost painful keeping secrets from Claudia, but she had to.

"I was at the Three Broomsticks," she lied. "Ran into some guy."

"Well, did you at least get a name this time? Or are we having a repeat of Professor Lupin?"

Danica bit her lip, trying not to grimace. "His name was Orion."

"Hot guy name," she muttered. "Okay, wash the sex off you and then tell me everything. And I mean everything. You know I live vicariously through you."

"You wouldn't have to if you actually made a move on Cedric. What's the worst that could happen?"

"He could hear me."

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Even though he was staying in the castle over the two week break, Danica never saw Remus. He didn't come to any of the meals, for which she was grateful, as Dumbledore had conjured one table for all of them to share since so few students stayed behind.

Most every day was either spent with her siblings or with Sirius, the two getting lost in each other's bodies. But eventually, the two weeks of bliss had to come to an end as they all returned to campus.

And per Sirius' instructions, she kept the necklace from Sirius tucked underneath her shirt at all times, not wanting to risk anyone — especially those from the Sacred Twenty-Eight family lines — recognizing the very familiar family heirloom.

Things went back to normal with classes starting, and Remus didn't approach her once. Not about her confession of love or her knowing that he was a Werewolf.

Danica thought that at their first private lesson, she could confront him for being so undeceive and finish their fight, only to see Harry in the classroom with him when she arrived.

"What's this?" Danica asked, setting her bag down.

"Well, I promised Harry here that I'd help him with his Patronus. It's a useful spell I'd like you to know as well," Remus told her. Then he nodded to a nearby trunk on the floor which was shaking. "Harry's Boggart appears as a Dementor to help us practice."

"I hope you don't mind me being here," Harry mumbled shyly.

"Oh, of course not," she told him, squeezing his shoulder. "I just hope you don't show me up."

"You'll both go together, though Harry, stand a bit forward so that the Boggart does not get confused," Professor Lupin instructed. "Right then. Shall we?"

With a nod, Harry and Danica both raised their wands. As Remus lifted the lid, a horrifying Dementor rose from the depths of the trunk. It loomed over them, and even though she knew it wasn't real, Danica's skin prickled with fear.

Harry was the first to go, stuttering out the spell. "Expecto... Patronum. Expecto - expecto..."

Seeing that Harry was about to pass out, Danica called on a happy memory and concentrated hard. "Expecto Patronum."

A white swirl left her wand, it growing brightly. Though it didn't form incorporeal form, the cone was enough to push the Boggart back into the trunk, and Remus quickly shut the lid.

"Danica, that was brilliant, Sweetheart!" Remus praised, noting right away how her cheeks heated up. Then he focused on Harry, fishing a chocolate frog from his pocket, which he pressed to Harry's trembling hand.

"That's one nasty Dementor," Harry muttered while eating, already feeling better.

"Boggart, Harry. The real thing would be much, much worse," he said before glancing between the two. "Just out of interest, what were you thinking of? What memory did you choose? Danica?"

But Danica kept her mouth shut, eyes glued to the floor. Truthfully, she'd been thinking of the night she met Remus in the bar. But she couldn't say that in front of Harry. Not fully, at least.

"I thought of my last day of this summer," she murmured. "It was perfect."

Remus' face melted, realizing that just the mere memory of him could help her form most of a Patronus. His heart stirred at the information.

"And you, Harry?" Remus asked, moving on from the moment as quickly as he could so as to not make Harry suspicious.

"The first time I rode a broom," he explained.

Remus shook his head in disapproval. "That's not good enough, Harry. Not nearly."

Harry sighed and glanced out the window, catching sight of the sinking sun.  "There's another. It's not happy, exactly. I mean, it is. It's the happiest I've ever felt. But it's... complicated."

"Is it strong?" Remus asked him.

Harry, who looked quite emotional all of a sudden, nodded.

"Then you'll try it," Danica said softly.

Harry took in a deep breath and tossed the chocolate frog on a desk, getting ready with his wand raised. Danica stood back, wanting to give him a chance to do it on his own.

Then Remus opened up the trunk again, and instantly, the Dementor appeared. Though he was trembling, Harry set his jaw, his wand raised, holding his ground.

"Expecto Patronum!"

A huge silver shadow burst from the end of his wand, hovering between him and the Dementor. But it wasn't strong enough to completely force it back, so Remus raised his wand.

"Riddikulus," he said clearly, forcing the Dementor to vanish. Then he looked at Harry with awe, unable to believe a thirteen-year-old accomplished that on his second try. "Well done."

"I think I've had enough," Harry muttered tiredly. "For today. Thank you, Dan, for letting me crash your lesson."

"Any time," she said gently as Harry moved to the door.

"So you know, Harry," Remus suddenly spoke up. "You'd have given your father a run for his money. And, believe me, that's saying something."

Harry seemed to ponder his words for a moment before speaking again. "I was thinking of him. And Mum. Seeing their faces. They're just talking to me. Just... talking. That was the memory I chose. I don't even know if it's real. But it's the best I have."

Danica's heart broke for Harry as he left. All she could do for him was hope that Sirius' name would be cleared soon so that Harry could maybe begin to have a family — a proper family that loved him.

It left Danica alone with Remus again, whose eyes slowly slid to her form. He cleared his throat, getting her attention.

"Are you ready to try again?" he asked her, not bringing up what her memory was.

She nodded and gripped her wand tighter. "I am. I have... a different one. I think it might be better."

Since they didn't have a mock Dementor to practice on, Danica just shut her eyes, thinking back on her holiday break.

Sirius, please. Please. You're all I want.

Fuck, I love you.

"Expecto Patronum," she murmured softly; slowly peeling her eyes open.

A powerful feeling overwhelmed her as the misty white stream shot from her wand. She watched with wide eyes as her Patronus shot off in two directions. Then when she realized what was happening, her brows furrowed in confusion.

Two, silvery beings were running around the room. One was familiar — a giant dog that resembled Sirius' Animagus form with its tongue lolled to the side, panting excitedly. But the other was a giant wolf-like creature, it going right to Remus and running around him in a circle.

As for Remus, he was paler than normal as he looked at the wolf, connecting the dots that Danica didn't understand because she didn't know what something like that meant. There was no going back now no matter how much he tried to deny their mutual feelings.

"How are there two?" Danica asked with a frown.

"It's possible," was all he managed to say while edging closer to her. "P - Professor McGonagall has three cats, I believe."

"What do the animals signify?" she asked, looking at the dog as it padded up to her.

"The wolf is... it's..." Remus was truly at a loss for words. Because he knew what it meant, but he also wasn't a fool. He'd recognize that dog anywhere. And that terrified him.

His eyes narrowed as he studied Danica, watching how she smiled down at the dog running figure eights between her feet. "Miss Weasley, what happened when Sirius Black attacked you?"

In an instant, the Patronus faded away, and she looked up sharply at Remus, her heart rate spiking. "I told you," she whispered. "He stunned me and ran."

"He stunned you. He didn't kill you," he said, stepping closer. And he noticed that Danica took a step back. "I was too relieved by you being alive to consider why. Danica, I'm going to ask you a question, and do not lie to me."

"What is it, Professor?" she asked in a small voice.

"Sirius Black. You know where he is." It wasn't a question. It was an accusation in a dark, furious tone.

"Are you insane, Lupin?" she asked, narrowing her eyes at him. "Merlin, of course, I don't know where he is. I'd have told Dumbledore in a heartbeat, and I can't believe you'd think for even a second that I'd put Harry in danger like that."

"Danica, he is a very charming man, but he is dangerous—"

"I know he's dangerous. Which is why I wouldn't keep his location a secret if I had it!" she snapped. Then she angrily grabbed her bag. "How dare you?"

Remus' angry face faltered, truly believing her as she got upset, her eyes watering. "But your Patronus—"

"What the hell does my Patronus have to do with Sirius Black? They're just animals!"

Then Danica stormed out of the classroom, seemingly furious with him. But really, she was just trying to get away before he saw through her ruse, before he realized his theories were right.

Before he realized she loved Sirius Black just as she loved him.