Author's Note: I wrote this for a fanfiction challenge (The Dictionary Competition) :)

"Black."

Sirius glanced up - breaking away from the blonde who was clinging to him desperately, kissing his neck – and blinked away the lusty haze that had previously occupied his brain.

"Evans. Morrison." he acknowledged with a nod.

"Lils. Snogging in broom cupboards after hours is against school rules, isn't it?" Cassi Morrison asked sweetly, playing dumb.

"I do believe it is!" Lily exclaimed, faking surprise "I wonder, is it punishable?"

"I'm thinking that's more than a little correct." Cassi grinned, twirling her wand in between her fingers.

Sirius smirked as Lily retrieved her wand from her pocket, "Well, Morrison, it is against school rules to be patrolling the corridors if you aren't a Prefect, isn't it?"

"I have permission from the Head Girl." Cassi said triumphantly.

"I have permission from the Head Boy!" Sirius countered, a playful grin spreading itself across his face.

"Your blondie doesn't though." Cassi glared as Lily attempted to stifle her giggles.

"Hey! My name's Rebecca!" the blonde cried, grasping at Sirius' arms while sending daggers at Cassi with her eyes.

"Dormitory. Now." Lily growled. The blonde stayed in the broom cupboard, eyes flashing with defiance.

"I'll start taking away House points." Lily sing-songed through gritted teeth. Rebecca promptly scampered away.

"You, Sirius Black, are a quean." Cassi said darkly, before storming off with a: "Night Lils."

"What? A quean?" Sirius asked, puzzled.

Lily sighed, "A quean is a prostitute. Cass called you a male prostitute."

"Preposterous! I don't get paid for my services." Sirius winked, grinning wolfishly.

"Goodnight, Black." Lily smiled.

"Farewell, sweet Lily-bear!" Sirius cackled before high-tailing it back to the Common Room. Tomorrow, he was going to show Cassi Morrison just how much of a quean he was.