He snorted, “Oh, who are you kidding? You can barely kick a ball without falling over it. You’re very untalented and don’t for a second think you’ve gained my respect!”
I took a deep breath. “Get onto the court, Potter!” I hissed through clenched teeth. “NOW!”

“You want our little disagreement to affect the whole team? Is that it?” he whispered. He waited for answer, but I gave him none. “You want to mock and torment me in front of them all? Show your power?”

“So the two of you are done fighting?”
Our eyes met briefly again and my pulse raced up again. “I think so,” James said easily.

James snorted. “Forget it, Padfoot. She’d probably just bite your head off anyhow.”
“How’d you know?” I bit. “You’ve never had that pleasure to take me on a date.”

He shrugged. “You’re sending out a signal. It’s a gift of mine…” He waved his hand as if it was nothing. “So, who’s the lucky guy?”
I turned away from him. “I don’t need to tell you.”

“NO!” he banged his hand against the wall as he said it. “Someone has to put some sense into that head of your, might as well be me.”

“Look,” he said. “I don't know what's going on between you and James, but something is up and I want it to stop.”

Sirius glanced down the table and then leaned forward. ”Look, James. The way to really make girls want you, is to not give them a chance to have you. Understand?”