This is something I've been meaning to write for quite some time, but have been to lazy to start. As usual, the disclaimer. I don't own anything except for my OC, and a few other things. J.K. Rowling owns everything else.

Chapter One:

Sirius Black was angry. Very, very angry.

He walked through the Gryffindor common room, seething. He pushed his long curls out of his face and made his way back up to the dorm he shared with his three best friends, James, Remus, and Peter. He walked over to his bed and flopped down on it. He sighed, remembering the events of about ten minutes ago, which his friends were probably in the common room still laughing at.

The four Gryffindor boys were hanging out in the corner of the common room, being thier chaotic and charming selves. James and Sirius were engaged in a conversation about Quidditch, while Remus read a book, and Peter listened to them.

Then, Sirius and James heard two very familiar voices. They were the voices of Lily Evans and Calista Paisley. The two girls were best friends, never leaving each others' side. Lily had bright green eyes and long red hair, while Calista's eyes were a midnight blue. They were a color no one had seen before. Her hair was a light brown color, and she had curls trailing down her back.

Sirius Black had a huge crush on Calista. And everyone knew it, too. Even she knew it. He had attempted to ask her out several times, and flirted with her daily. Remus called it an obsession, but that wasn't true. Not completely, anyway. An obsession would be if you looked at how James treated Lily. Now that was a obsession. James flirted with Lily more than Sirius flirted with Calista. The two Marauders liked to believe they were in love.

But, of course, the two beautiful girls ignored them.

"Oi! Paisley!" Sirius called, smirking at her, hoping to charm her.

She grimaced, then continued to walk off with Lily. James jumped up and grabbed Lily's arm, while Sirius blocked Calista's way of walking.

"Move, Potter!" Lily said angrily.

"Kiss me first!" James taunted.

Lily laughed a humourless laugh, then pused him out of the way. She proceeded to her dorm, while Calista tried to follow.

"Aye, don't think I'll give up as soon as my friend, Paisley." Sirius said, still smirking. He leaned in to kiss her on the cheek, a daring move for him.

Calista acted like she was going to kiss him back, but then grabbed him by the hair and smacked him across the face.

Sirius gasped in pain. Well, it wasn't that bad, but it still damaged his ego. The whole common room was laughing now.

Calista smirked, then followed Lily.

Yes, Sirius Black was very, very embarrased. And he intented to make Calista Paisley his girlfriend. Or he would probably go mad. If he and James could get those two beautiful girls to love them back, then that would be a dream come true.

And Sirius vowed to make it happen before his sixth year was over. No matter what. It couldn't take that long, it was only the end of September.

Peter Pettigrew watched as his best friend got slapped in the face by Calista Paisley. He couldn't help himself. He laughed along with everyone else. Even Remus looked up from his book to join in, which was usually a rare event. Remus was always studying.

Peter hardly knew Calista, even though he had shared a common room with her and had class with her for the past five years at Hogwarts. All he knew was that Sirius liked her, she was friends with Lily Evans, she made amazing grades, and did not like Sirius at all. Peter thought that she was a very beautiful girl. Everyone did, actually. Peter stopped himself halfway through his thought.

No, he shouldn't even bother thinking about girls. None of them would ever like him anyways.

It's not that he was ugly, he just wasn't Sirius Black. He was smart, he made E's on pretty much every subject. But he wasn't Remus Lupin. He definitely wasn't like James, because James was confident and cocky and ambitious. So, Peter Pettigrew didn't stand out. He was a little above average, but not like his friends were.

So, he didn't even bother with girls.

Calista Paisley was perfect in his eyes. But he wasn't even gonna try.

Calista made her way into her dorm room, and sighed. It was fun slapping Black. He deserved it. He wouldn't ever leave her alone. And, his annoying friend Potter wouldn't leave her best friend alone. Wouldn't they ever learn that the two girls did not like them back?

"Lils, I'm gonna take a shower, alright? Then we can look at those pictures." Calista told her friend, while rummaging through her trunk for some sleep clothes.

"Oh, okay. I'll go ahead and get started on our Transfiguration project." Lily replied. Yes, it was true, they had a project to start, on the third week of school. It was very angering.

Calista and Lily had both taken pictures of thier summer vacations. They usually went to each others houses alot during the breaks, but they were both going on two month long vacations with thier own families, so, they just took pictures to show each other instead.

Calista stepped into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. Her dark blue eyes were shining and her hair looked great for once. So why did she feel so sad?

She knew why. It was that boy again.

No, not Sirius. A different one.

His name was Peter. He was best friends with Sirius.

Honestly, Calista didn't know why she had been thinking of him so much lately. It had started when they came back for thier sixth year. She had seen him on the train, and she still couldn't stop thinking of him.

He looked different now. For the past five years she had known him, his blond hair had been cropped short and it didn't look right. He had been short and round-ish. Not fat, but just not tall enough to be considered skinny. But now, it was all different. Turning sixteen had changed him, she guessed. Or maybe he improved himself over the summer?

Now, his hair was longer, and it was smooth looking. The blond had turned a bit darker, but you could tell it was naturally light. He had grown a surprising three or four inches over the summer, and now stood at around 5'9" or 10". His friends were about an inch or two taller than him, but he fit in. He wasn't round looking anymore. He was just normal. Not muscular, but normal.

Calista thought he looked great. But no one ever paid attention to him because he was always overshadowed by his three friends. Calista could not have a crush on him though. She couldn't! That would be too strange. Not that she was the kind of person to fear for her own rep by not hanging out with others. It wasn't that. She just thought it was wrong for some reason.

Yet, she couldn't get her mind off of him.