Meant to Be (A Marauders Fan-Fic)

Everyone knows the Marauders, James Potter, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, and Peter Pettigrew. But they don't know about us. The times when the Marauders haven't played the prank that got them into shit, we have, but we intend to go all out his year. I am part of a group, or pack of troublemakers. My name is Pitch, and I am a Miscreant...


7. 6|| The Dance (pt. 2)

Sirius' POV

James, Remus, Peter, the other Gryffindor Beater named Kane Rivers and I waited for our dates by the stairs that lead to the Gryffindor common room. First down was a zombie Lily Evans, dressed in a torn green dress that brought out her eyes and seriously cool zombie make-up.

"Whoa, Evans. Now I feel like the luckiest guy in the room," Prongs said, taking her hand. Next was Peter's date, dressed up as a famous Egyptian queen... Cleopatra, I think.

"Wow, Rita! You look amazing," Wormtail exclaimed, and the girl blushed bright red. My date, Danelique Kaden came down, dressed like a frilly pink princess, ugh.

"Wow, Dani. You look... nice," I said, forcing a smile. She laughed, a high-pitched, false laugh.

"Thank you, Sirius," she giggled, and I had to try not to puke. Artemis Wolff, the werewolf from the Forest came down, dressed as a... well, a werewolf, and joined Remus. I was about to walk to the Great Hall, when James stopped me.

"Sirius, mate, look who it is," he said. I turned back around, and my jaw dropped. Pitch was walking down the stairs, dressed like a vampire in a maroon and black dress, and her scar on her shoulder showing, but she looked absolutely beautiful.

"You ready?" she asked, walking up to Kane Rivers. He grinned stupidly and grabbed her hand. Pitch grimaced at his costume, a Quidditch player, before smiling and walking to the Great Hall.

"Don't forget the bet," James hissed, before we entered the Hall, and by then, I was worried.

Pitch's POV

Dancing with Kane was like having a snowball fight in the desert...impossible. He kept sliding his hand down to my butt and squeezing it. Finally, I couldn't take it.

"Jesus, Kane! My arse is not a toy!" I yelled, almost loud enough for the whole school to hear.

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry. You know, I've had enough dancing, let's go for a walk," he suggested. I nodded, and we exited the Great Hall. We ended up walking by the fountain, where he stopped. Kane turned around, stepped uncomfortably close, and kissed me.

"Kane, no," I protested, pushing him away. He retaliated by grabbing my arm and pinning me to the wall. I struggled, trying to get away, but hours of Quidditch practice had made him stronger than me. Kane kissed me again, licking my lip for entry, but I refused, so he put both of my wrists above my head, in only one of his hands, and squeezed my left breast painfully. I gasped, and his tongue invaded my mouth, while his hand explored my body.

"Please... stop," I cried as he started kissing down my neck. I tried pushing him away again, and when that didn't work, I screamed.

"HELP, SOMEBODY HELP ME! PLEASE, ANYONE, HELP!" I screeched, helplessly. Kane slapped me across my face.

"Shut up, bitch. Nobody will hear your pathetic screams anyway," he sneered. Tears poured down my face, because I knew he was right. And I couldn't risk turning into my animagus form because nobody was allowed to know. I closed my eyes in defeat.

"That is where you're wrong, Rivers," someone said. With a loud clang, my hands were free and I opened my eyes to see Black standing over an unconscious Kane, holding the arm of a suit of armour.

"B-B-Black?" I stammered, trying not to cry in front of him. He crouched down next to me, genuinely concerned, and I broke down.

"Shh, shh. It's okay," he said, pulling me close to him and stroking my hair. I just sobbed into his chest. Luckily Lily had charmed my make-up so it wouldn't smudge or run. After about ten minutes, I stopped crying. While wiping my eyes, the fact that I had been crying in Black's chest finally sunk in. I pulled myself away from him like I had been burnt and started running away.

"Pitch, wait!" he shouted, but I ignored him and kept running. I ran to the Astronomy Tower, a place where I would just sit and think. I pulled out my wand, don't ask where from.

"Accio firewhiskey," I summoned, and a few seconds later, I was holding a full bottle that had made its way to the tower. I took a swig and felt as the firewhiskey burned whatever it came in contact with.

"I need to control my emotions," I muttered to myself, slowly emptying the bottle and Summoning another one. After my fourth or fifth bottle, I was totally drunk... absolutely sozzled. I can't even remember how I got from the Astronomy Tower to the Fat Lady.

"Password," the Fat Lady asked. I waved my bottle of firewhiskey at the portrait.

"I have been coming in and out of thish pink-arshe portrait for four yearsh," I slurred, taking a sip from the bottle. The Fat Lady frowned.

"I don't care. You have to have a password to get in," she scolded. I grinned like the drunken idiot I was.

"Aww, come on, Fatty. I'll give you a ship," I hiccuped, offering her the bottle. The portrait huffed, and shook her head, crossing her arms. I guess she took offence to the 'Fatty' thing.

"Fuck. Worth a shot," I slurred, before randomly walking into the wall.

Sirius' POV

I walked up the stairs to the Gryffindor tower alone, not in the mood for the stupid dance. Getting close to the portrait, I heard a voice.

"Fuck. Worth a shot," the person said. I assumed the person hurt themselves because I heard:

"Oomph."  Followed by:

"Shtupid fucking wall. Get out my way, I wash here firsht." I walked closer and saw Pitch sitting on the floor, holding a bottle of firewhiskey and rubbing her forehead.

"Hey Shiriush. What'sh happening?" she slurred, taking a swig of the fiery liquid.

"Pumpkin Bats," I said to the Fat Lady, who swung open. I helped the drunk Pitch over to the red armchair, while she thought I wanted to steal her bottle.

"Calm down, Pitch, you're drunk," I said. She frowned and waved the bottle at me, spilling firewhiskey everywhere.

"I am not drunk! I'm jusht... not shober," she stated matter-of-factly. I laughed a little at her answer before she started rambling.

"Tonight I'm a leshbian," she slurred. "No, wait. I'm gay 'caushe I'm a guy."

By then, I was laughing uncontrollably.

"Butler! I need shomething to drink," she said, pointing at me. I Summoned a plastic cup.

"Aguamenti," I said, and water poured out the tip of my wand. I handed it to Pitch. She took a large sip before promptly spitting it all out.

"Ugh, what the hell is this rubbish? I need more firewhishkey," she said, throwing the water at me and finishing what was in the bottle.

"What'sh the time?" she asked. I looked at the clock on the wall.

"11 o'clock," I answered, remembering the deadline for the stupid bet.

"Really? Let me check," Pitch slurred, attempting to get off the armchair. I pushed her back, and she struggled, hell-bent on checking the time.

"Don't make me hit you," I said, more to myself than her, but she stopped struggling.

"Gimme a kissh, Black. You know you want to. Becaushe I'm sho gorgeoush," she said, winking at me. I knew I had to kiss her, and leave a hickey that spelt my name to prove it, but I really didn't want to.

"You think I'm gorgeoush, you want to kissh me, you want to luuuuuuve me, you want to shmooch me," Pitch sang, doing this weird dance while still sitting in the armchair. I was saved by the portrait opening and the Marauders and their dates walking in.

"Oh, thank god. James, I need your help, she is absolutely drunk," I said hurriedly. Pitch threw the bottle, which smashed against the wall.

"I -hic- told you Shiriush, I am -hic- not dru-hic-unk! I'm jusht not -hic- shober!" she exclaimed, with spontaneous hiccups interrupting her. I face-palmed, and zombie-Evans and werewolf-Wolff tried to get Pitch to their dorm, with some difficulties.

"No," she protested. "I didn't get my kissh from Shiriush! Come on Black, give me shome shugar."

I glared at James, who tapped his wrist.

"Prongs, a few changes. No hickey, and I am not using tongue while she's drunk, okay?" I hissed. He nodded in defeat.

"I'm shtill waiting for my kissh, Shiriush," Pitch slurred. With a sigh, I leaned over and kissed her on her lips. Sparks flowed through my body, and I have no clue why I enjoyed that slight kiss compared to the others I've experienced.

"You hot dog!" she exclaimed, as her two mates pulled her up the stairs. "I exshpect more of thoshe kisshesh!"

   I couldn't help grinning. Phase one of the bet was complete.

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