Chapter One
Lily Muses
He was a gorgeous boy. He barely knew it. Girls gaped at him openly but really he only had eyes for his friends. Especially The Friend. James.
James was his savior, his life.
She could not believe how no one else saw what she could see.
There was a certain protocol to male adolescent interaction, especially when it came to touching. The two of them seemed completely oblivious to these rules. Touching was okay. In fact, they did it frequently. An arm casually thrown around the other's shoulders. Foreheads leaning up against each other in thought. A hand brushed fleetingly across the other's neck in class. They were both popular and cool enough that no one would ever think anything of it or at least say anything about it. They did no wrong. If that was what they did than it was automatically cool. No one else could have gotten away with it. Perhaps it was because they seemed almost like an entity. They were always together. Like Yin and Yang. Both so different. One light, one dark. Yet they were forever by each other's side.
It baffled her.
They should have been enemies, they were so unlike each other. One the prototypical "popular" boy: good family, athletic, charming, and wholesome. The other, the "bad boy": a dark disposition, wry sense of humor, bored sullenness, delinquency. And yet they clicked. Complemented one another. There was no doubt that they each loved the other. It was just a question of how.
What gave Sirius away the most was his absolute lack of interest in girls. Girls positively fawned over him, threw themselves at him. He could have had his pick from any girl in the school. And yet, he didn't. Most of the school population chalked it up to him being "too cool": most girls just weren't in his league so he didn't bother. Others believed that it was his blood: he would not accept any girl but the most pureblooded. Anyone who knew him knew that this was utter garbage. A few others simply thought he was just too much of a gentleman to yield to such behavior. Again, more garbage. He simply wasn't interested.
James, on the other hand, was a serial dater. He'd gone through most of the girls in his year because, unlike Sirius, he accepted girls' offers. He was a perfect gentleman about it: opening doors, bringing flowers, a small peck on the lips afterwards. Girls loved his kisses.
There was no doubt that James was as straight as straight could be.
Then a rumor got around that Adrienne Meadowes had slept with Sirius over the Christmas holiday. Though his stomach would turn oddly whenever he heard about it, Sirius allowed the rumor to flourish. He did not think it would hurt his reputation. If anything, it helped it.
It became known that if you wanted a romantic, candle-lit dinner and flowers you were to go to James. If you favored an amazing shagging session then Sirius was your man.
How incredibly misinformed the masses were, she thought.
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