A/N: here's a treat for everyone! Bet y'all don't normally look for AUs in Harry Potter ne? Here's one! Hope y'all…enjoy!xD

The Love Story

Chapter One

"Siri! We're going to be late! And besides, why do we need to visit and HAIRDRESSER to get your PALM read?!"

That was Remus Lupin, Sirius Black's best friend.

"Aw c'mon Remmy! Where's your sense of eccentricity?"

That was Sirius Black…your typical college heartthrob. Many a girl (and not to mention boy too) get the giggles or feel giddy and what not everytime he's seen on campus. His haughty stride makes them sigh and the rugged casual look drives their craziest fantasies even wilder.

"I don't think there's such a word as eccentricity…" his mocha-haired companion replied in a matter-of-factly tone. "And if ever I heard wrong I'm sorry but I don't have a sense of electricity…I'm sure YOU do though…" and he eyed the taller man with a raised eyebrow.

True…the 'rugged casual' look of this Junior heartthrob was a bit of an understatement of his usual style. Sirius' long hair was past the limit of the school's dress code. It sometimes made him look like a Beach Boy who shaved and had a rebond. During mornings on most days his uniform would look like it was already three in the afternoon. And when it WAS three in the afternoon, it would look…well…worse.

"Here we are…" Sirius stood triumphantly on the salon's entrance with his legs apart and his arms outstretched wide.

Remus looked at the place and frowned. "Are you sure he's here?"

"Positive!" was the jovial reply. "I overheard the Seniors talking about it during lunch hour…" and with that, he dragged him inside.

"Good morning," greeted a bespectacled teen with stubborn hair. "I'm James Potter and I run this parlor. Did you come here for a haircut or to have your palm read?"

Remus blinked and Sirius beamed. "The latter, please," he smiled.

James returned it. "Well then follow me."

He led the pair behind a doorway sealed by chimes and curtains. James seated Sirius on a chair beside a heavily draped wooden table. The palm-reader himself sat behind the table and took the collegian's hand in his while Remus stood watch by the wall.

"Sirius…" said the ebony haired teen after a few minutes' silence. "Your soul mate has the mark of a bird on his back…"

The two friends exchanged puzzled looks.

--

A sigh escaped Sirius' lips. Remus cast a sidelong glance at him before rolling his eyes.

Both of them were at the field of their school. Classes for the day just ended and since they were bored, they decided to hang out on the stands and watch the varsity basketball team practice.

"That's him," said the elder boy.

"Who?" his best friend asked. He followed his gaze and was just in time to see Severus Snape, the best player on the team, take off his shirt and slosh ice cold water all over himself because the heat of the day was horrifying. The so-called mark on his back was plain and clear…the famous phoenix tattoo.

Remus caught the lovesick expression on Sirius' face and smirked.

"Dream on, Siri…" he laughed. "Snape's WAY beyond you…"

The latter shrugged. "On a technical level…it's not that far. We're just a year apart."

"I'm not taking in on a technical level. Those Seniors have an entirely different world—"

The crowds at the field suddenly hushed. The school's volleyball team had entered the vicinity, with their team captain in the lead.

That was Lucius Malfoy…a boy in Senior year. He had a fandom that rivaled Sirius', not to mention that he was the only person on campus to catch Snape's eye.

"Bummer…" the Junior heartthrob mumbled, inwardly acknowledging his best friend's earlier statement of his crush being quote WAY beyond him unquote.

"Man that Malfoy's such a big flirt…." Remus remarked. "It isn't any wonder why everyone notices him…"

That gave his companion and idea.

--

It was afternoon the next day when Sirius Black barged in James' salon with Remus in tow. The hour being three, the gangly teen looked like he got into a street fight with elephants then got run over by an eighteen-wheeler. The hairdresser winced.

"Oi James!" the student demanded. "Why can't Snape love me?!"

"He screwed up!" interjected the brunette, earning him a whack.

The other boy considered his countenance calmly and asked. "What did you tell him?"

FLASHBACK

Snape was in the middle of practice. Lucius was out of sight. Against Remus' protests, Sirius marched on to the grass and went up to the athlete as if he was about to punch him silly.

The latter scrutinized him from top to toe, taking in the 'rugged casual' look and all and was so surprised when the junior yelled, "Snape, I love you!" in a tone quite contradictory. He was so weirded out that he turned about and walked away.

END FLASHBACK

James was staring at Sirius like he had grown two heads…only the second looked like a Beach Boy who HADN'T had a shave and sported bushy hair.

"What?!" Sirius asked and the messy-haired teen snapped out of his imagination.

"Sirius," he began. "You need to look more decent."

Sirius flopped down on the waiting bench beside Remus and rolled up his sleeves. "Aren't I decent enough? How will I do that?"

James smiled amiably. "I've got my salon…but do you really want to do this?"

The collegian had an instant daydream where he and Snape were promenading down the church isle hand in hand.

"Hell yeah…" he answered.

Thus the make over began.

TBC

A/N: …tell me what you think! …enjoy!xD and ciAo…