Summary : Here I was - Sirius Black, playboy of Hogwarts, wooer of women, faced with the challenge of getting one to go on a date with me. Should be easy…
Ah, who am I kidding? Evelyn Fawley hates my guts.
Author's Note : Now complete! Yay! So, I posted this up a while ago, and gave it five chapters. After the fifth chapter, however, I realized that I couldn't go on without making it a full length fic. Which was not my intention. So, here's a friendly little fourshot... hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer : I do not own Harry Potter, Sirius Black, James Potter, Peter Pettigrew, and Remus Lupin. Only Evelyn Fawley and the plot are mine!
She Just Doesn't Know It Yet
by Ash-Caro-Lynn
Part I : The Bet
~Sirius's Point of View~
"Hey, Ev, go out with me?" I called across the Great Hall to the girl who sat on the other end of the table - for the sole purpose of avoiding me, as everyone else in our year knew. She had made the mistake of sitting beside me after being Sorted, and after that, had always made a point of staying away.
"That's Fawley to you, Black," she replied, obviously irritated by the nickname I had for her, "and I'd rather be fed to a starving Hippogriff!"
"Damn," I muttered as she went back to ignoring me as she had been doing before. James laughed.
"Every time," he chuckled. "Why do you bother, Padfoot?"
"She'll submit… some day… I swear," I replied, shaking my head. "She loves me, she just doesn't know it yet."
"How much are you willing to bet on that?" asked James. I raised an eyebrow.
"What do you mean, bet?" I asked interestedly. He laughed, pulling a few coins out of his pocket.
"You win her over by the end of the year… you get, say, fifty Galleons," he replied.
"And if I don't win her over? Do you get fifty Galleons, then?" I asked curiously. He nodded.
"Yeah, something like that," he replied. "So, is it on?"
"Prepare to have your wallet emptied," I replied, rubbing my hands together in determination. "It is on."
"Hey, Black, did you just break wind?" Fawley asked. I raised an eyebrow.
"No-o-o…" I replied suspiciously. Her perfect features formed a frown.
"Oh, I thought I smelled something," she replied. "Must just be your rotting mind."
"Smooth," commented Remus as she walked away. James nodded.
"Yeah, mate, I hate to admit it, but you just got dissed," he added. I groaned.
"But… I swear I read that before," I replied, confused.
"Sounds to me like she just insulted you," piped up Peter. I sighed.
"Why are you all against me?" I asked exasperatedly.
"Hey, Black, do you believe in love at first sight?" asked Fawley from behind me, sounding oddly sincere. I whipped around, coming face to face with her laughing eyes. She raised an eyebrow. "Nope, still not believing it," she decided after looking at me for a moment. She turned and walked away, her hips swaying slightly with each step she took.
That had definitely started out like something I had read.
"Hey, Black, did you just cast Lumos?" asked Fawley as she idly flipped through a book, her legs crossed one over the other. Damn, where had I heard that before?
"Huh?" I asked, having already forgotten the question. She raised an eyebrow, turning the page.
"Evidently not, seeing as you're still as dull as ever." she replied, closing the book and getting up, running up the stairs, her chest bouncing with each step.
Suddenly, I realized where the first part of that - and indeed, the first lines from all three of her insults - had come from.
I had read them all in James's copy of Twelve Fail-Safe Ways to Charm Witches.
"Girl problems, Padfoot?" asked James, taking in my dejected staring into the fire as he sat down next to me with a chuckle.
"She keeps on starting of with opening lines and then insulting me!" I exclaimed, throwing my hands up in exasperation. "Why are women all so confusing, Prongs?"
"You're used to them falling at your feet, Padfoot," replied James. "This should be good for you."
"Easy for you to say - you've already got Evans," I grumbled, running a hand through my hair. "She's so damn irritating!"
"Why do you think we pranked her nonstop for four years?" laughed James. "Come on, surely you can win her over, Padfoot."
"She keeps on insulting me, though!" I exclaimed. "Wait a second… I've got it!"
"And what's your idea, Padfoot?" asked James curiously.
"I am going to use her own weapon against her," I replied. "Say, Prongs, where'd you leave your copy of Twelve Fail-Safe Ways to Charm Witches?"
James laughed. "Second drawer of my nightstand," he answered. "This should be entertaining."