A/N: Hello there, my lovely readers! I'm back! And I'm happy to say I'm bringing you the sequel to James, My Boyfriend! This is Marlene and Sirius's story, and I'm really hoping you guys with enjoy this as much as James, My Boyfriend. Please, please, please, read and review this and let me know what you think. I want to hear everything. The good, the bad, the critique and the praise.

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The Lonely Ones

What's your problem Marlene? He's just a stupid bloody arse anyhow. He's not worth your time or efforts! I thought to myself as I sat in the Gryffindor common room, trying to do my History of Magic homework. I had read the first sentence of the assigned chapter twelve times and everytime I got to the end of the sentence my mind began to wander yet again. And of course, the subject of the wandering was the one thing-person, I should say-that I didn't want to think about at all.

I sighed and threw myself sideways, kicking my feet over one arm of the chair I was sitting in, resting my head over the other arm. I closed the book and rested it on my stomach. Trying to do my work right now was obviously pointless. I decided to take a small nap while waiting for Alice to return from whatever she was doing-probably hooking up with Frank Longbottom in some broom closet somewhere. I knew Lily was busy with James, as she always seemed to be now-God, did I sound bitter or what?-so Alice was the only one 'available' for girl talk. I snorted to myself. I couldn't help but see the irony in my situation. I had always been the girl with boyfriends, or at least with boys to snog on occasion, but now both of my shy and quiet girlfriends were in serious relationships and I was alone, hung up on the biggest playboy in the school, all because I was foolish enough to have believed that I would be able to change him. As if I was special enough for that.

Just as my eyes began to drift shut I heard the portrait swing open, revealing the door to the common room. I was hidden behind the giant chair I was in, my feet barely peeking out over the arm, so whoever entered wouldn't see me unless I made my presence known, but I wasn't really in the mood for company. I peeked my head around the back of the chair to see who was coming in and bit back a groan. Think of the devil and he shall appear, apparently.

Sirius Black had come slinking into the common room, though he hadn't noticed me yet. His head was bowed, his shoulders hunched. His hands were buried deep in his pockets and the cocky demenor that he usually sported was nowhere to be seen. I felt a faint tug at my heartstrings but I managed to shake it off. I had been foolish and easily hurt by this boy before, and I knew to have my guard up whenever I was around him now.

Aftering ensuring my walls were completely errected, I took a deep breath and called out to him. "Why so melancholy Black?" I asked, a teasing lilt in my voice.

I sat and watched him pause on his path to the boys' dormitory staircase. Before he turned, he squared his shoulders as if bracing himself to face me. That stung a little. Did he think I was going to throw myself at him or fall at his feet, begging for another chance? I shook that thought off, not wanting to linger on it too long.

"Well, 'ello there Marlene," Sirius drawled in his deep voice. I fought back the shivers that his deep, slow drawl caused. "What're you doing all by yourself?"

I raised my eyebrow at him, briefly comtemplated making something up-preferably something involving a boy to make him jealous-but then decided to go with the truth. "I was trying to do my History of Magic assignment, but that was boring me out of my skull, so now I'm just waiting around for Alice."

Sirius chuckled as he sat down in the chair across from mine. "I'm familiar with the waiting around bit, not so much with the homework bit."

"Sirius Black, waiting around? Oh please." I smirked. "You've probably never had to wait around for anything in your entire life."

I had been expecting him to chuckle and make a comment-probably a dirty one-or something along those lines. Instead, he got quiet and looked away from me and towards the fire, but I still caught a glimpse of the stormy expression on his face.

"Oi. Did I just put my foot in my mouth without realizing it?" I asked, my voice soft. I felt bad, and I knew I shouldn't have said anything. I didn't know what Sirius's life was like. I barely knew him. Just because we had snogged and few times in fifth year didn't mean I knew anything about him.

Sirius looked back at me, his expression clear and uncomplicated again, but his eyes were still dark and stormy looking. I bit my lip, and even though I told myself not to, I couldn't help but feel a little thrill when his eyes dropped to my mouth and lingered for a moment. When his eyes returned to meet mine, the stormy look was gone, replaced by what I thought was a spark of desire-but then again that could very well be wishful thinking.

"I never used to have to wait around for anything, but that was before all my friends became bloody gits and fell in love. James and Remus are never around, thanks to Lily and that Emma girl. I haven't had a good bit of mischief in a while."

I blinked, a little taken aback by his honest answer. Sirius was lonely. All his friends had left him alone because they were in relationships. Our situations were the same, I realized. Then I shook my head. I could not go there again. I would not get caught up in Sirius Black and let him stomp all over my heart again, just because we were both lonely.

"And let me guess, what's a Marauder without mischief?" I teased, trying to distract myself from the pull that I still felt towards Sirius. There was a time I had believed that meant we were soul mates, meant to be together, but I knew better now. It was lust, plain and simple. Sirius was great for a good snog, but ask for anything more and he'd be gone quicker than you could snap your fingers and summon a house elf.

"Exactly." Sirius grinned, leaning forward. I scooted back in my chair, trying to be discreet but by the way his shoulders stiffened and his smiled hardened, I knew he noticed.

I hated that things were so forced between us when we were alone. When everyone was together, on the rare occasion that occured anymore, we were fine. There was friendly banter, maybe some flirting, but none of the awkwardness that surrounded us now. Even just last month, at the party in the Head dormitory, I had thought things were better between us. Thanks to the game of Truth or Dare, we had had a heady snog, but there was nothing awkward between us afterward, so I didn't understand why there was now.

"So go cause some mischief, Sirius. I'm sure you could recruit anyone you needed, and they would be more than willing to help you out." I smirked at him. "Or are you losing your charming touch?"

He rolled his eyes. "Me? Lose my touch? Ha. You, Marly, know exactly how charming my touch is. I'm sure you know that's not something I could lose."

I blushed furiously at that-both the insinuation that I wasn't virtuous, because I was, and he knew that we had only snogged and nothing more, and the use of my shortened name, which he used to whisper in my ear, making me fall even more in love with him, only to break my heart later -and it took a lot to make me blush. Unlike Lily, with her red hair, hot temper, and quick-to-blush skin, I had long black hair-long enough to brush my lower back when it was left down-vibrant blue eyes, and despite my fair skin, I rarely blushed. Sirius chuckled, knowing that his words had effected me.

"Oi. You sure are cocky aren't you? Well, this might be some news, but I've definitely had better." I replied haughtily, turning my nose up slightly. Let him think my blush had been an angry one. "And how dare you insinuate anything about my virute."

I glared at him, biting back a laugh as I watched him try to backpeddle and make his words sound less insulting. "Marlene, I'm sorry. I didn't mean that how it sounded, really. Oi, I'm an arse, aren't I?"

"Yes, you are Black. You're a rotten bloody arse. Now, if you'll excuse me, I think I'll go find Amos and spend my time with him. At least he appreciates it, and me." I said, grabbing my History of Magic book from where it had fallen to the floor and standing up.

Sirius scowled. "You're still snogging that git Diggory? What in bloody hell do you see in him?"

I stood there, studying Sirius. Was he jealous? Or was he just mad because Diggory was a Hufflepuff and he didn't want to share a 'conquest'-which is how I'm sure he viewed me-with someone of a 'lesser house'-as I knew he viewed anyone that wasn't in Gryffindor?

Unable to figure out which it was, I sighed and headed to the portrait of the Fat Lady. Before I left the common room I turned and looked back at him, only to find he was watching me. I knew it was cruel, but I couldn't help my response, even though I knew exactly what I had seen in him-the chance at true love-but look how sorely I had been disappointed. "I don't know Sirius. What did I ever see in you?"

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