Thanks so much to everybody who reviewed the last chapter! To the Guest reviewer: I wanted some resolution between Marlene and Sage because honestly, grudges just aren't worth it. I don't think they'll ever be friends again - there's too much bad blood there - but there's something in forgiveness.

Anyways, part of the reason it took me so long to update is that I really don't like this chapter. It's pretty filler, but with some actual nuggets in there. However, I can't seem to figure out a way to get past it, so I decided to throw it up anyway. Please let me know how y'all like it!

WARNING: Adult themes/sexual content.

The day before they left Hogwarts for the summer holidays, Sage found herself in front of Professor McGonagall's office. It was silly, but she couldn't quite prevent the feeling of trepidation swimming in her stomach. Professor McGonagall was intimidating but fair, as Sage knew, and cared for her students. But, even after reminding herself of this, Sage's hands shook as she knocked. After a few moments, she heard McGonagall's voice telling her to enter.

"Miss Potter, to what do I owe this pleasure?" McGonagall asked from behind her desk, shuffling papers to the side.

"I wanted to talk to you, Professor, about my career choice." McGonagall's brow raised slightly and she gestured towards the chair in front of her desk. Sage sat swiftly and waited for McGonagall to speak, right leg bouncing slightly.

"If I recall correctly, you had ambitions to be an Auror."

"Yes, ma'am. But I think my talents are better used for healing than dueling," Sage stated, forcing her leg to stop shaking. McGonagall eyed her for a moment before nodding once.

"Yes, I quite agree. Though proficient you are in defensive magic, your talent for healing is quite," McGonagall paused for a moment, apparently searching for an appropriate word. "Extraordinary."

"Thank you, Professor," Sage said softly, feeling her cheeks warm.

"Your N.E.W.T.S. should stay the same: Defense Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, Potions, Herbology, and Charms. Your work has been exemplary so far, and you have improved greatly in Charms. I don't think you should have an issue being accepted by St. Mungos as long as you keep it up."

"Thank you, Professor," Sage repeated, making to stand from her chair. McGonagall's voice stopped her mid-movement.

"Are you still interested in fighting against He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, Miss Potter?"

"Y-yes, of course," Sage stuttered, disarmed by the sudden shift of conversation. "But I'm not sure how to do so if I'm not working with the Ministry."

"So, if another opportunity were to present itself, you would be interested?" McGonagall eyed her beadily.

"Absolutely," Sage replied vehemently. "But Professor, what exactly—"

"In due time, Miss Potter," McGonagall stood and walked to her door. She held it open as Sage stood slowly, confused but elated by the implications. As she passed McGonagall, the professor spoke again. "Do try to enjoy yourself this summer." McGonagall's face was as sternly passive as usual but her eye held a twinkle of amusement.

"You too, Professor. And good luck."

"So what did you want to talk to Minnie about?" Sirius asked from his spot on one of the couches as Sage entered the Gryffindor common room.

"I wanted to apologize for scooping you up before she could," Sage said dryly. Sirius let out a bark of laughter as she flopped down next to him. There was a shout of pain as Remus' hand of cards burst into flame and Peter howled with laughter, reveling in his win of Exploding Snap.

"How'd she take it?" Sirius asked with a grin, throwing his arm around Sage's shoulders.

"There were a lot of tears. The poor woman didn't know what to do with herself."

"I always knew we had something special. All those detentions, so much sexual tension."

"And I'm regretting bringing this up."

"As you should," Kylie grumbled, dealing another hand.

"Where's James and Lily?"

"Head duties," Remus said, just as Sirius said, "One last shag before break."

"Gross," Sage exclaimed. Once Remus, Kylie, and Peter were engrossed in dealing out another hand, she muttered to Sirius, "So, the dorm is empty?" Sirius grinned wickedly, grabbed Sage's hand and whisked her up the stairs without another word.

Once inside, he slammed the door shut and pulled Sage into a searing kiss. She was only dimly aware of his hands on the back of her thighs urging her legs to wrap around his waist, him stumbling towards his bed with his lips still fused with hers, her back hitting the mattress as she moved her attentions to the spot just below his jawline. She felt his groan reverberate through her entire body, making every hair stand on end and her core fill with warmth. She sucked on the tender piece of flesh, feeling him come undone and reveling in the fact that she was marking him as hers.

Sage felt his hands skim up her sides, pushing her shirt up past her bra. She broke away to lean up so he could pull it over her head and before she knew it, her bra was unclasped, ripped down her arms, and thrown out of sight. Sirius' eyes floated from her face, down her neck, and to her chest and the desire in his eyes made her breath catch in her throat.

Sirius kissed her lips gently, trailing his fingertips up her abdomen, across the bottom curve of her breasts, then cupping them in his palms. She gasped into his mouth when his thumbs flicked over her nipples. His mouth moved to her neck and down the curve of her shoulder and slowly, torturously, to her right breast, enclosing that nub with his mouth. Sage let out a loud groan when he flicked his tongue over her nipple before moving to the left.

His mouth soon left her nipples to trail further down, licking and nipping the soft flesh, until he reached the waistband of her jeans He quickly undid her pants, kissing the exposed skin and pulling her jeans and underwear down her legs. He sat up and Sage pulled her legs up towards her middle as he pulled off the clothes covering her bottom half. Before she knew it, she was completely naked, and Sirius stared at her.

"You are so bloody perfect," he murmured, laying his hands on each of her knees and stroking upward, gently pushing her thighs apart. He kissed up one thigh and down the other until Sage was a quivering mess.

"Please," she cried. "Please." And with a roguish grin, he dipped his face to her core and began to lick. Sirius licked up and down her lips twice, barely delving in, until she cried out. Then he spread her and focused his attention on that bundle of nerves. Sage's hands leaped to his hair, pulling his face towards her and she shivered when she felt his teeth nip at her. Her body shook as he continued, and without warning, she felt a finger slide inside her.

His name came from her lips in a chant as he continued to suck and lick at her clit, finger moving in and out, curling upwards to hit a spot just inside her. When he added another finger, Sage's spine bowed and she came, screaming, eyes screwed shut. She could feel his grin as he slowly eased her down and when her eyes opened languidly, he pulled his fingers from her. She pulled him down in a thorough kiss, loving the taste of her on his mouth, until her breathing slowed.

She pulled back to whisper, "On your back," and when he didn't comply immediately, she flipped them over. Sirius' eyes widened and she grinned, leaning down to kiss him once, before wrenching his shirt over his head. She took her time exploring his abdomen, hands trailing down his shoulders to his arms, to his hands, then traveling back up and down his chest.

She took special care to his scar, still slightly pink, bisecting his chest and curving slightly over his left pectoral muscle. She licked up the long line, causing his breath to come out in a pant. She then noticed a series of smaller scars on his sides, just below his belly button, down towards his pant line. She knew they came from his mother and, ignoring the rage blossoming in her chest, leaned down to kiss them softly, lick them, nip at them. Sirius' gasps and moans spurred her on until she met the waistband of his pants. She made just as quick work with them as he had with hers, averting her eyes from his cock when it sprung free. She didn't want to be distracted; she wanted time to fully admire him naked, and by Merlin, she was rewarded. He was beautiful, there was no denying it. Each muscle perfectly sculpted, skin surprisingly soft, even the scars didn't take away from the beauty of Sirius Black naked. Knowing what each scar meant, Sage couldn't help but appreciate each and every one of them.

Sage Potter hadn't seen many penises in her life. Aside from that time that she and Alice found a stack of magazines in Alice's mom's dresser drawer, she had never spent time looking at them. But she didn't need experience to know that Sirius was, well, large. She felt a smile grow on her face and bit her lip to hide it, but as her eyes flickered to Sirius' face, she knew that he had seen it. "You're beautiful, you know that, right?"

"Beautiful wasn't really the word I was hoping - ah, fuck." His retort was cut off by a gasp as Sage grasped him. She experimentally brought her hand up and down, swiping her thumb across the head on the pass, and was rewarded by a moan from Sirius. His eyes closed as she did it again, this time bringing her other hand to cup the sack just below. She leaned close to let her breath wash over the head and Sirius' eyes sprung open again just in time to see the tip disappear into her mouth.

"Fuck, Sage," Sirius growled as she dipped her head lower, sucking on her way up. She wasn't able to get the full length in her mouth but she tried, hand working what she couldn't reach, spurred on by his moans. His hand entangled itself in her curls, grasping the back of her head, but not pulling or pushing. She appreciated this because it was a fight to get as much as possible in her mouth already.

Soon, she could feel his muscles tighten and instinctively, she knew he was close. She increased her speed and moments later, felt him come against the back of her mouth. She swallowed instinctively, massaging his balls and slowly sliding her mouth up and down, easing him down just as he had for her. When his muscles relaxed, she slowly let him out of her mouth and crawled up the mattress to lay beside him.

"Here," he muttered, and with a wave of his wand, conjured a glass of water and handed it to her. She took it gratefully, using it to wash out the thick taste from her mouth. He placed the glass back on his bedside table, closed the curtains, and pulled the covers up over them. Sage settled herself in his arms, face on his shoulder, and closed her eyes. "I love you."

"I love you too," she muttered, sleep already sucking her under.