Emery skimmed the platform, looking for Cecilia. 

On seeing her petite figure, she ran at top speed, engulfing the blonde in a tight hug.

The two exchanged greetings, and the latest news, then dragged each other in their excitement to find a compartment.

The settled themselves in a compartment somewhere in the back of the train, knowing that they could make as much noise as they wanted without being heard or told off by the prefects.

Emery sat down, facing Cecilia, her eyes gleaming with untold news.

Cecilia was just as excited, and she kept on giggling.

"So," began Emery. "How was your Christmas, Miss Malfoy?" she teased.

Cecilia grinned. "It was the best Christmas ever," gushed Cecilia. "And don't even get me started on new years," she added excitedly.

"What happened?" asked Emery eagerly.

Cecilia leaned closer, lowering her voice to a whisper. "Don't tell anyone, alright?" she asked.

Emery nodded.

Cecilia took a deep breath, squeezing Emery's knee. "Rabastan Lestrange kissed me," she squealed.

Emery scrunched up her face. 

"Ew," she muttered. "You guys actually smooched lips?" 

Cecilia nodded. 

"Ugh, bad picture, BAD!" she began, hitting her brain. "Sorry," she muttered, "it's just that kissing still seems weird to me, ugh."

Cecilia rolled her eyes. "It felt amazing," she whispered, with a dream-like air.

Emery shuddered.

"How was yours?" Cecilia asked the blonde sitting opposite her.

Emery's eyes suddenly sparkled. She showed Cecilia the box in her hand. 

It was about three-quarters of a foot tall, made with holed on the side.

"What's that?" inquired Cecilia.

Emery opened the box, putting her hands inside and taking out a slumbering Marco.

"Awww," Cecilia cooed. "He's so precious."

"Cecilia, meet Marco," Emery introduced. "Christmas present from Sirius."

"He's so cute," Cecilia breathed, raising a finger and stroking Marco's head.

Marco gave a duck-like snore.

Cecilia gasped. Emery was smiling, tears in her eyes.

She kissed Marco's head, then put him back in the box.

When the train stopped at the Hogsmeade station, Emery was a little late in getting off. She was adjusting Marco's box, while trying to carry her trunk, bag, and jacket at the same time.

Before she could leave her compartment, she was suddenly pushed back in by a force, and couldn't stop the gasp that escaped her lips.

The door shut behind her.

Emery was about to scream, when she saw who had done it.

Sirius Black.

On seeing him, Emery visibly relaxed, but her heart suddenly began beating faster.

Oh, dear, this isn't going to go well, she thought.

Emery took a step back, then gulped.

I'm all alone with him. I can't escape this time, there's nowhere to go.

Sirius took a step closer, smirking as Emery flinched under his intense stare.

The blonde scooted backwards, before suddenly coming to a stop where her back hit the wall. She couldn't move any more.

Sirius advanced forwards, that smirk upon his lips, and Emery found herself sweating and heating up a considerable amount.

Sirius stopped moving only when his chest barely grazed Emery's figure. Then, trapping her in between his arms, he leaned his head closer to her.

His cologne had immediately started working its wonders, Emery already feeling submissive to him.

"So," he began. "You've been avoiding me. More like, running away whenever I come near you," Sirius concluded. "Why is that?" he asked, a gleam in his eye.

Emery paled. "Wh-what?" she stuttered. "No- I haven't."

Sirius grinned smugly. "Yes, dear Emery, you have been running away from me," he remarked. "And now, you're gonna tell me why."

Emery's bright blue eyes were locked onto Sirius' and she found herself unable to speak. "I..."

 "I'm waiting," Sirius mused. "This time," he voiced, leaning closer to her, making sure he affected her. "You have nowhere to run."

He let out a laugh. "And I'm not leaving until I get an answer."

Emery let out a nervous laugh. "We're going to get late," she whispered. 

Sirius leaned closer to Emery, his lips only centimeters from hers. Their noses barely grazed each others.

"I don't mind waiting," he breathed. "As long as you're there."

Emery's heart began racing at hundred miles per hour. "Sirius," she murmured. "I..."

She choked on her breath.

Sirius smiled mischievously, and took her chin in his hands, tilting it upwards.

Emery was breathing heavily.

Oh, please don't kiss me, please don't kiss me, please don't kiss me...

He traced a finger from her jawline to her chin. His finger felt like a hot metal rod, carving his memory onto her skin.

"I can wait all day, darling," he purred. "The sooner you tell me, the sooner you can go," he smirked. "It's all your choice, sweetheart."

Emery's stomach did a backflip.

Sirius pressed her up against the wall. He bent to lean into her ear. "Are you gonna tell me, or not, darling?"

Emery whimpered, feeling helpless against his large, muscular frame.

"Your fangirls," she blurted.

"What?" Sirius cocked his head her way. 

"You know," Emery shifted uncomfortably in his grasp. "You've got fangirls," she explained. "They'd get jealous if they see you and me so close. That's why I decided to stay away from you."

Sirius threw back his head and barked a laugh, then stepped even closer to her.

"Since when have you cared what others think?" he rumbled. "Hmm?"

She found herself speechless. Sirius lifted her chin up.

"Look at me."

Emery avoided his gaze. "Stop," she whispered breathlessly. "Please," she begged.

Sirius had a wicked glint in his eye. "Stop what?" he asked softly, tightening his hands around her waist, making her bang into his chest.. "Say it, and I'll let you go," he murmured, enjoying how red her cheeks were.

Emery whimpered. "Stop it, please."

She wriggled, trying to escape his grasp, but it was no use.

Sirius placed his hands on her shoulders. "Only because you asked so sweetly, love," he winked.

He took her face in his hands.

Then, he kissed her.