Summary: Sirius and the other Marauders are starting in their seventh year of Hogwarts. Sirius still has his womanizing ways, and the girls of Hogwarts still don't care, as long as they're one of the girls he meets up with in a broom closet, if you know what I mean... All the girls except for the half-blood twins, Beckett and Elizabeth Rodgers. Is one girl what it will take to snap Sirius out of his ways, or is he doomed for forever?

DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything that you recognize, all of this belongs to the lovely J. K. Rowling. Even if I am still very pissed at her for who she decided to kill...

FLASH BACK: BPOV

I fidgeted with my hands as Lizzie and I stood in line, waiting for the stern Professor to call our names so we could be sorted. I caught a couple of the first students to be sorted, but then I decided to tune out until I heard my name. I was hoping for Ravenclaw, but my sister was hoping for Hufflepuff. I would be sad if we got into two different houses, because then we wouldn't be able to see each other as much as we are used to...

"Click, Beckett!" The Professor called out. I gulped and stepped forward. I walked slowly to the stool, and sat down. I had a little bit of a struggle, considering how short I am, but I finally got up there. I felt the cool material of the Sorting Hat slide down over my head and rest against the tip of my nose where it pointed up a little bit.

'Hmmm. Where should you go? Definitely not Slytherin, that's for sure... And not Hufflepuff, you're too smart and not too open to other people. Maybe Ravenclaw, very smart, yes. Maybe Gryffindor, you have quite a brave heart, you do.'

'Did the hat just talk to me...?'

'Yes, Yes I did. Now, back to business... Alright, it'll be...

"GRYFFINDOR!" I smiled and jumped up from the stool before making my way quickly towards the table that I knew to be Gryffindor. I had a huge grin plastered across my face. I sat down at the end of the table.

"Click, Lea!" The Professor yelled, and I saw my sister look over to me. I smiled and gave her two thumbs ups, and motioned towards the empty seat next to me, so she knew I was saving her one. She walked up towards the stool, and I could see how hard she was shaking.

Please let her be in Gryffindor... I thought. I didn't want to be separated from my sister. She was my best friend. The hat opened it's 'mouth' and yelled out a single word: GRYFFINDOR!

I jumped up and clapped hard for her, and whistled as she came and sat down next to me. I gave her a big hug.

I remember that day. I also remember seeing Sirius Black for the first time. I remember thinking he was quite adorable. I remember being told that I should stay away from him, because I'm a half-blood. I remember forcing myself to not like him. I remember thanking Merlin for it being so simple when he started taking girls to the broom sheds. I remember that day.

SPOV

I sighed and leaned my chair back so it rested on the back two legs. It was my last year, and I was going to enjoy it. Poor James on the other hand would most definitely not be having a good last year. I had hoped that he would be over Evans by now, but he was still pinning after her. He says he loves her, but I still don't get how love makes him put up with her turning him down and totally hating his guts every day. We were in Transfiguration class, talking about Animagi, but I just tuned it out. I already knew all of this stuff, and I wasn't going to go through learning it again all over again. It turns out that Moony had other ideas, though, as I watched him scratch away at a piece of parchment with his quill. I looked around the class. Wormtail was busy somewhere off in La La Land like always, and Prongs was busy staring at the red hair of Lily Evans, who had decided to take the seat right in front of him. I was seated next to prongs, so I had to see him drooling over the red headed Head Girl. I inwardly scoffed.

But maybe he has a good idea this time.

Staring at Evans gave him a distraction from the way too boring class. So maybe I should try and find a pretty girl in the class for me to stare at. About half of these girls I had already taken to the broom closets, and gotten quite board with their looks. And the other half wasn't very pretty. They all had imperfections. If I was going to waste my time staring at a girl and not talking to James about a prank, she had to be as perfect and good looking as me, which was a long shot. Then my eyes fell on the only twins in Gryffindor. Now what was their names? Oh yeah, Lea and Beckett Click. Odd names, I know. Now they certainly weren't the prettiest girls in the class, in fact, they were very far from it.

But it sure would be fun to mess with them.

I knew the taller one, I think it was Lea, was too nice to do anything back, or even tall a teacher on me.

And I knew the shorter one was very stuck up. So it would be very fun to mess with her. Knowing her, she would get very pissed, and probably would disrupt the whole class by yelling at me for being a wanker. So I took a piece of parchment and stuck it into my mouth, rolling it into a ball of slimy paper before spitting it out at the blonde girl that sat a few rows ahead of me and to my left. It stuck right into her long beach blonde hair, and she reached a hand up to yank it out. She turned around slowly, her eyes landing on me, and she glared. I was slightly taken a back for two reasons: One, she was one of the first people that I wasn't related to to glare at me, and Two, she was much hotter than I remember from what I saw of her the last six years.

Puberty did good on her, that's for sure...

I winked at her and she scoffed before showing me the bird and turning back towards her notes, her quill working furiously. I got out my own parchment and quill, and got to work on a note.

Hey Click, what do you say to meeting me up in the astronomy tower at midnight tonight for a quickie?

I balled it up and chucked it at her. She sat there for a minute before unrolling it to read it. She turned to her bag beside her, and pulled out a book. She turned around and chucked the book at me. Hard. For a girl she sure can throw...

We both yelled out in pain at the same time. Everyone turned to look at us, even Prongs snapped out of his day dream.

"Miss Click, Mr. Black. What is it? What is so important that you thought it okay to disturb my class?" Professor McGonagall said sternly, her hands on her hips.

"Professor, Miss Click chucked a very big book at my head." I said, rubbing my jaw which had seared with pain when I talked. She huffed.

"Is this true, Miss Click?" She asked, turning towards her.

"I only threw the book at his huge head, hoping it would make it smaller. You see, he threw a very inappropriate note at my head, Professor." McGonagall turned to me and scowled, shaking her head before telling Click to bring her the note. She got up, clutching at her shoulder and hissing in pain as she walked with my note towards the Professor. I watched as her hips swayed.

She has a nice butt...

"Mr. Black! A week of detention!"

"Just add it to my tab, Minnie." I said, trying to smirk even though my jaw was putting up a very big fight.

"Miss Click, two days of detention. Now, both of you ho to the hospital wing." The Professor said, pointing towards the door. James had been trying to hold his laughter in, but it finally came out full force, knocking him off his chair.

"Do you find this funny, Mr. Potter? Why don't you go with them. Two days of detention for you, too." McGonagall said as the three of us walked out.

"Thanks a lot, Black." Click sneered at me, holding her shoulder up.

"Any time, Click." I said, trying not to move my jaw too much.

Report of Injury

Patient: Beckett Click

Injury: Dislocated shoulder

Cause of injury: Throwing something heavy(Suspected item: Christian Bible)

Report of Injury

Patient: Sirius Black

Injury: Dislocated jaw

Cause of injury: Being hit with something heavy (Suspected item: Christian Bible)

Report of Injury

Patient: James Potter

Injury: Claims to have a busted gut

Cause of Injury: Laughing too hard

The new nurse, Madam Pomfrey, fixed Click and I up real quick, and she then moved on to James. I laughed as he explained to her that he had busted his gut, while clutching at his stomach. I don't think he fooled her, but she asked how it happened.

"Well you see, Madam Pomfrey, I was laughing very hard, and trying to hold it in. But it was too big of a laugh, and it busted my gut." James had explained to the exasperated nurse. She shook her head and left to fill out our Injury Reports. Click huffed and crossed her arms.

"What's wrong, Click? Upset that you have to sit so close to a God and not be able to rake your hands all over him?" I said, causing James to start laughing again.

She snorted. Usually that would have made me run away quickly, but when she did it, it was quite adorable.

"Please. I regret throwing my book at your head." She said, not bothering to look up at me.

"Oh really? Why's that? You worried you lost your only chance to have all of this?" I asked, motioning to my body.

"No, I'm afraid the blow from such a big book has only resulted in you having an even bigger head than usual. I suggest you get that checked out." She said. James hissed.

"Oooh, Padfoot! She got you good!"

"Shut up, prongs!" I said to him.

"I can't believe I got detention for trying to put him in his spot..." She mumbled to herself.

"I know where my spot is, thank you very much." I said, smirking.

"Oh really? And where is that? A broom closet?" She shot back.

"Close. A broom closet is right, but you'd be there too." I said, winking at her. James high fived me.

She made a disgusted face, "I wouldn't be caught dead in a broom closet with you if you were the last man on earth." She sneered.

"What about in a bed?" I retorted. She groaned.

"Oh shut up already, would you?" She said, grabbing a book from her bag.

"Jeez, how many books do you have in there?!" I asked.

"How many would it take to knock you out?" She said, not even looking up from her book.

"As many as you got..." James muttered and I whacked him on the head.

"Heat Wave? What kind of bloody book is that?" I asked, looking at the book she had her nose in.

"Exactly that: A bloody book. It's about a homicide detective and a journalist." She said, turning a page.

"What the hell is a homicide detective?" I said, furrowing my brow.

"They are like an Auror, I guess. When someone turns up dead, they have to try to figure out who killed them, why, and how. And then they have to catch the murderer." She explained. I looked to James and he shrugged his shoulders. He suddenly gasped.

"You're a girl!" He said, pointing to Click.

She slowly put her book down and looked at James, "Since my birth certificate says the same thing, I would sure hope so." I 'oohed'.

"Well, glad we got that covered. Now, Are you up for that quickie?" I said, winking at her.

"Is your head a book magnet?" She said.

"Um, no...?" I said uncertainly.

"Then there's your answer." She said, going back to her book.

"Wait! I wasn't done talking to you!" James whined.

"What do you want, Potter?" She said, getting very irritated.

"I was wondering if you knew how I could get Lily Evans to fall in love with me." He said. She cocked an eyebrow.

"Well, I would love to help you, seeing as how you really do care for you and she just can't see that, but I'm not exactly 'friends' with her. More like... Acquaintances." She said.

"Well, you're a girl, so you must have some tips for how to win over a girl. Don't you all think the same, or something?" James asked. She snorted again and I had to hold back my smile.

"Wow, you have a lot to learn. Every girl is different and likes different things in guys, just like guys are all different and like different things in girls." She explained. We were listening closer, hoping she would help us to unravel the mystery that is a woman's mind.

"Well, than what do you like in a guy? Maybe some of them are the same as Lily's, considering you two are a lot alike." She sighed, but put her book down anyways.

"Well, I would like him to be nice, I suppose. Open doors for me, carry heavy bags, like in the movies. And I would want him to stand up for me when people are being mean, and not to just stand on the side and watch. I would want him to be smart, and to actually care about his schooling. He would have to be okay with me having friends that are guys, and he couldn't be too clingy. I would want him to spend time to get to know me, and to love me for me, not for my looks or my body. I don't know, just the usual things, I guess. I've never really thought about it." She said. I stored all of this into a box, making sure I had it for later.

"Oh, and he would have to be mature, not making dirty jokes and such." She quickly added, glaring at me. I shrugged and smiled sheepishly at her.

"Thanks, Click!" James said.

"Oh, and one more thing. Don't call her Evans. Call her Lily. It will make her realize that you care about more than just her looks and smarts. And it will make her feel as if she connects better with you. It might even make her like you more than she does now." She said.

"Wait, does that mean she likes me?!" James asked, his eyes growing wide.

"Of course she likes you. Every one can see it, besides Lily. Well, and apparently you as well. She'll never admit it to herself or anyone else, for that matter, so you're going to have to work hard to get her to realize it." Cli-Beckett said. James smiled softly at her, and I felt a weird pang of something inside my chest.

"Thanks... Beckett." She smirked and shook her head at him.

"Boys." She muttered and went back to reading.

Madam Pomfrey came back in not too long after that and dismissed us. Beckett told James a quick 'good luck', as he ran out the door to find Evans. She had finally gotten her bag onto her shoulder and started to walk out, I was already outside of the hospital room.

"Thanks for helping him, he needed it. Trust me." I said as we walked towards the Gryffindor tower.

"Oh I do." She said, laughing softly. I smiled slightly, she has such a nice laugh. You're getting soft, Padfoot. What's happened to you?

"Bye Beckett." I said to her as I walked over towards Remus and Peter in the back corner of the common room. As I sat down I saw that she was still standing at the portrait hole, a slightly shocked expression on her face, before her sister came up to her and pulled her to the other side of the common room to talk to her about what exactly had happened in the classroom and hospital wing, I'm sure.

"So Padfoot, we heard from Prongs that you've got yourself a crush." Remus said, smirking knowingly at me.

"I do not!" I said, trying to tell myself as much as I was telling Remus.

"Come off it, Pads. Who is it?" He asked again.

"Okay fine! I do fancy someone. But I am not telling you who." I said, a little too loudly as everyone was now looking at me. I looked around the common room. Half the girls were scowling at me, and the other half was smiling suggestively. I winked at the happier half. And then I noticed the Click twins. You could definitely tell they were twins. They had identical expressions of confusion, shock, and disbelief. It was quite comical, actually. I heard Remus and Peter wolf whistle and 'oooh' from behind me.

"What are you two? A couple of eleven year old girls?" I said, huffing and crossing my arms, before quickly uncrossing them. That was exactly the pose Beckett had sported most of our stay in the Hospital Wing.

"Is it one of the Click Twins?" Remus asked. My mouth dropped open and my eyes got big.

"Wha-how-who- How did you know?!" I spluttered. Remus merely laughed.

"You looked at the two of them longer than at the group of girls who were just hoping to be the one to call you theirs. Sooo, which one of them is it?" He asked.

"I-uh, I don't- I don't have to tell you anything!" I said.

"That's alright. We'll find out which one it is soon enough." Remus said as he went back to looking at the map we had made at the end of our fourth year. I fidgeted in my seat for a couple of minutes, before switching to rubbing my neck. Their calmness was starting to scare me.

"Ugh! Fine! You win!" I said, throwing my hands up in the air in exasperation.

"Okay. Which one is it?"

"Ugh, I uh, I fancy- Well you see... I fancy Beckett." I mumbled so no one else could hear. They both tried to muffle their gasps, but I still heard them. My head shot up to look at them.

"What?" I asked worriedly.

"Please tell me you got them mixed up." Remus said.

"Nope, I think I know which girl I fancy, Moony." I said angrily.

"It's just that, well... She's kind of... Prissy. I guess is the word. I don't think she would date you. You cause too much trouble and wreck too much havoc. She's a smart one, she wouldn't go for someone who doesn't pay attention in class. Not to mention that you aren't very nice to people you don't like." He said, trying to avoid my glare.

"You're going to have a hard time with that one, Padfoot." Peter squeaked. I sighed.

"I figured as much." I said, running my hands through my shaggy black hair. Of course the one time I actually fancy someone, I have to fancy someone who gives Lily Evans a run for her Head Girl status.