Dissclaimer: I am but a lonely student who wishes she was half as brilliant as the all powerful JKR. *sigh*

Notes:So, my friends and I tend to be a bit odd and we claim characters and create our "real life" pairings. Which also means we are characters. So I am Blaise Zabini (because I'm just so cool like that. XD) and I'm in LOVE (*swoon*) with Sirius Black. No one had written a pairing for that since....well....ever, really, So I thought I'd do it! I've never written a fic before, so don't be *too* harsh, but don't be too nice either. It's set during PoA (third year). There will be some Slashy-ness and bad words *gasp*.

Also, many thanks to my wonderful Beta, Sir BiggeretStaff (Ash)! I'd be lost with out you my love. And thanks to Ri as well, who inspierd me with her tres bien fics.

well, away we go!

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Blaise POV

Blaise Zabini sat down at the Slythern table just as the mail was arriving. An owl quickly flew down and landed in front of him. He recognized the large tawny owl as the same one that brought him his paper everyday. As he reached to undo the Prophet from its leg, he received a peck on the knuckles from the rather impatient owl. Once he'd untied the paper from its leg, the owl took off with all the other birds.

He glanced down at the paper in his hands as he reached for another piece of toast. On the front page was a picture of a screaming, deranged looking man. Sirius Black had been in the news almost every day since midsummer, so this picture wasn't unfamiliar. Blaise didn't have time to read the article without being late to Potions Class, so he quickly, but carefully, folded it up and put it in his bag to read later.

He turned to Draco, who was glaring at Potter across the Great Hall. Shrugging, he turned back to his toast, deciding against asking to copy his homework. Draco was clearly pissed about something to do with Potter and would probably hex him into next week if he even asked.

Finishing his eggs and downing his orange juice, he stood up from the table. He gathered his stuff from the floor where he had dropped it upon arriving and headed to the library to quickly do his neglected homework. There was only about 15 minutes before class started, so he'd have to B.S. most of it. It didn't really matter much though; Professor Snape almost never failed a Snake.

When he got back to his room that night, he sat down on his bed and pulled the curtains around his bed. The last thing he needed was for the boys in his house knowing what he was doing with his news papers. He reached under his mattress and pulled out a leather bound book. It was the wizard equivalent of a Muggle scrapbook. Not many guys kept them, at least not straight guys.

Placing the book on his bed, he unfolded that morning's Prophet. He cast a silencing charm around his bed, then, murmuring "Diffindo", the article and photo cut themselves out and floated to rest on the blanket. Flipping the book open and casting a sticking charm, he sighed.

If anyone found this book, he'd never live it down. The pages were filled with every article about Sirius Black that had appeared in the Prophet over the past few months. That book made him look like some obsessed, love sick, fag. If anyone found his small shrine, he'd be the laughing stock of the school.

He wasn't in love with Sirius though; he was merely impressed with him. No one had ever escaped Azkaban before. The man must be a bloody genius, and that kind of intelligence was something Blaise strived to achieve. If he could have one conversation with the man, he'd feel like he'd achieved something.

The problem was, Sirius was an escaped convict, accused of murdering 12 Muggles and 1 Wizard. Not only that, but nobody knew where the hell he was. He closed the book carefully, placed it under his mattress and cast a quick protective charm around it. Then, lifting the silencing charm from around his bed, he slowly pulled back the curtains and sauntered down to the common room to harass some First Years.

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Chapter end notes: TADA! SBS liked it and I hope you do to. I'll try to update soon. Oh, and if your wondering about the title, just ask me.