A/N: First off, I don't own any characters that appear in this chapter besides Billee Malone, Mendara Chang and Gidget. All of the others belong rightly to JK Rowling. The title is taken from the song Dreaming which belongs to The Cranberries. The song used at the beginning of the chapter is not mine, it's Gavin DeGraw's.

Now that that's over with, my name is Em. I know there are a lot of half finished SiriusOC fics but I'd like to take a wack at my own. My OC character Billee is a bit wacky, but if you feel she's mary-sue-ish, please let me know. I'd hate for that to happen. So please review and tell me if you like it or even if you just think it's rubbish. Thanks.

Oh, this is the start of something good

Don't you agree?

- Follow Through - Gavin DeGraw

Dream To Me

I opened one eye and then promptly closed it. Any sense of duty I felt towards getting up was instantly diminished at seeing the sunlight streaming through the window.

"So then I was like, I know you are not insulting my outfit" Gidget the Idiot was bloody at it again. I heard Mendara groan from the next bed over. "Like, I know I can take a lot but honestly, I had walked all the way to Madame Puddifoots by myself AND my new platforms were giving me the absolute worst blisters"

"Oh god forbid" I heard Mendara mutter, before the tell-tale spring of bed springs announced she had given up on sleeping in. So fine, I was the only one in bed. I know my Dormies thought I was a lazy git, but well… okay I was.

"Get up you lazy arse" Mendara chanted, spanking my bottom, which caused me to make a guttural animalistic noise and crawl further under my starchy sheets.

Okay, so they didn't beat around the bush much. Sixteen year old girls weren't hard to read anyways.

"Dara, don't worry. You go shower. I'll get her up" Lily Evans said eagerly. Yeah I'm sure she would just so she can get away from one of Gidget's brain cell massacre chats. Whenever I get stuck in one, I can actually feel my I.Q dropping and then afterwards feel the strong need to tell Peter Pettigrew how much I respect his outlook on life. Just fooling, I'm not that far gone yet.

"Billee" Lily said bouncing on my bed and I snuck a look at her, her auburn hair was combed out and shiny, and she was already dressed in her robes "Get up, Missy" she said reaching over and shaking me. "Alright I'm up, I'm up" I grumbled, pushing myself into a sitting position, using my bony elbows. "I'm glad you're here Lils, because I really wanted to talk to someone about something" I said, seriously.

Lily looked taken aback, and I knew why. I wasn't normally one for somber conversations. "Evans, er I mean Lily" I said using my "macho" voice and I instantly saw her eyes glaze over. "Go out with me" I added, using the right level of smarminess and earnest that made me the best James Potter impersonator in all of Gryffindor Tower.

"Slapper" Lily muttered darkly and I grinned, climbing wearily out of bed. "Talk about starting a day off horribly" she continued, bouncing half-heartedly on my bed and looked on as I obnoxiously ran my hand through my hair about seven times.

"Oh come on now" I said brusquely, picking up a pair of jeans and a passable t-shit off the floor and a brush from the top of my ancient trunk. "Potter's a tit, but he's alright, yeah?" I said to Lily.

"Well you can go out with him then" she said snappishly.

"Ooh, testy" I said and flopped down next to her. "Could be worse" I said with an air of nonchalance. "It could be Pettigrew" Lily glanced at me with a look of disdain. "You and him making out in a broom cupboard, his pudgy little hands resting on your arse, he smells like burned cheese and then-"

"Okay Billee, that's enough" she said, looking a little green around the gills.

Mendara stepped out from the bathroom, her hair combed and not a strand out of place, looking like a babe as per usual. "Bathroom's all yours," she said to me, and then took my place next to Lily as I sashayed into the loo.

I glanced at my reflection in the mirror and took in the basics. I was a blonde, which I had always resented. For a long time I wished I was a snappy red head but I guess it was okay being a blonde. I quite liked squashing stereotypes, although Gidget my fellow blonde likes to fuel them. I had wide blue-grey eyes, which were okay I guess. I had a sprinkling of freckles across the bridge of my nose and an unnaturally wide mouth, I sighed, pursing my lips but that only made it look worse.

The nail in the coffin was my height. I stood at a measly 5'1, which spurred on the nickname Little Billee Malone, which made me sound more like a loveable, ragamuffin down and out boxer rather than who I was, a sixteen year old witch who had a hard time shutting her mouth, liked licorice wands and absolutely hated pixies (I'm not even going to go there).

I reached for my trusty Noxzema (Muggle born and bred) and started to spread it on my face; I got a little ball of it up my nose and then had to pick it out with a tissue, which burned. I cursed Mendara for having her beautiful complexion that caused me to try and compete with her. Mendara was beautiful, there was no denying it. Her dad was Asian and her mum English, so she had creamy skin, auburn-brownish hair (She dyes it, ha!) and warm brown eyes. And she's tall, standing at 5'7. Wanker.

We'd been mates since first year. We aligned together probably out of necessity, Gidget our Dormie is a total dunderhead, no joke. And Lily's a sweetheart but she spends most of her time with Ravenclaws and Dara and I just are a little more layed back. But we don't try and be the rebel girls either, like the ones in fifth year with the awful black nails and try and rival the Marauders, which is sort of pathetic actually, since they'll never come close.

The Marauders are a group of hunky boys who are actually six year old boys on the inside, don't you let the chiseled muscles and bulging biceps fool you. They are very sophisticated Manboys.

James Potter is sexy, sexy, and sexy. A bit of an arrogant tit, yes, but oh I'd jump him like that if Lily wasn't so in love with him. And he'd chop off Pettigrew's cock if she'd quit playing hard to get. Lily can fool a lot of people with her "I hate him" act but I know her pretty well by now. And besides 'hard to get' is the oldest trick in the book. Anyways, James Potter is Quidditch captain, has tousled brown hair that I'd love to run my fingers through, sensitive hazel eyes and he's all lean and long. Lily must have so much sexual frustration built up in her, because I've got enough stored just by watching one of their exchanges.

I lusted after another Marauder all through fourth year. Remus Lupin is tall and smart and a total sweetheart, which is everything on my list, almost. I tried to seduce him everyday for nearly a year; before coming to the conclusion that he was either gay or I was just an unattractive wench. It's come out that it's the latter because he always pays particular attention to Mendara's arse.

Sirius Black is another hottie. He's got better hair then me, I've always meant to ask him what conditioner he uses, but he kind of intimidates me. He's got these huge shoulders and is even taller then James, so he's probably about a foot taller than me. Plus he's a total playboy and will flirt with just about anything with boobs, although he's never tried anything with me but that's probably because I'm not his type. Yeah, I've got an IQ greater than 4. Right now he's got a love/hate relationship with Gidget, he loves her boobs but he hates it when she talks. Still, even though he seems to be a bit of a wanker, he's got gorgeous shiny black hair that falls into his bright blue eyes, pouty lips and a chiseled jaw line.

Peter Pettigrew is kind of like the afterthought of the group. He's got thin blonde hair, rosy cheeks and innocent looking big blue eyes. He's a bit chubby and dreadfully dumb. Mendara once confessed to me that she often wondered who would win in a battle of the wits Peter or Gidget.

I sighed, as I rinsed off my face before patting it dry with a towel, and started to comb out my sleep tousled hair. I had a feeling deep down in my gut that today was going to be a long day.

My earlier premonition had been correct. Trying to sleep in was never a good idea, seeing as I always nearly missed breakfast. So instead of eating my breakfast at a leisurely pace while reading the Daily Prophet, I instead chugged down a glass of pumpkin juice and shoved a piece of dry bread down my throat, then took a coughing fit. I ran to Potions and I was still late. I was docked five points, because I'm not Slughorn's pet like Lily is. Classes continued on dreadfully.

I got up in front of the class in Charms to demonstrate the enlargement spell and promptly forgot the wand movements. I stood there for a good five minutes poking the air repeating the spell over and over before Flitwick gently suggested I sit back down and try again later. The class was roaring with laughter.

And we had Stew for lunch which I hate. So it was no surprise that I was absolutely dreading going to fecking Divination. Usually I find it a good laugh but today I was cranky and starving but Lily shares the class with me so at least I knew I'd have a comrade. Mendara proclaims that it's too "wishy-washy crap" for her, so Lily's my only close friend in the class.

Lily smiled brightly at me, looking relieved. I knew the reason as soon as I lay eyes on James Potter, sitting on the pouf next to Lily's. Sirius Black was next to him and I can tell James had been flirting aggressively with her. I took my seat on the other side of Lily and she immediately started chattering on, ignoring Potter. She was ranting on again about her awful horseface sister and the bloke she was engaged to. She was putting all her energy into ignoring James who was staring at her lustfully and eavesdropping into our conversation.

"So then the fat pig said to me-"Lily abruptly stopped noticing my gaze was locked firmly on Potter next to her, who was miming me in Charms class and Sirius was busting a gut. He was jabbing the air with his index finger and stuttering over the incantation. I glanced back at Lily and saw she was growing an alarming shade of red, her slender eyebrows furrowed into a tight line, her mouth was open, probably to blow up at him again. "Lily, don't even think about it" I warned.

"I'm just fooling, Malone" James said with a grin, and one of his big hands reached around Lily and gently pushed me on the shoulder, although even though he meant it as a friendly gesture, since I was so small I still nearly toppled over. "Oh Little Billee Malone, you make me laugh" James said with a grin.

"Oh Big-Headed James Potter, you make me want to jump off the Astronomy Tower" I shot back as Professor Littleton walked in. She was a fair woman, who wore her graying black girls piled on top of her head, usually with some barrette sticking out haphazardly. Today a pink flamingo wearing a bowler hat was her hair accessory of choice.

Sirius gave a bark of laughter at my insult at James and I looked at him wearily. He grinned at me and then cheekily winked before turning his head towards Littleton.

"Today my lovelies" she began dramatically "We will be exploring the world of which we know very little". I glanced at Lily who was trying not to laugh. "Should be good" I whispered and Lily gave a little snort of laughter but covered it up with a chaste cough. James looked on at her in wonder.

"In dreamland one's true feelings are revealed and studying them can help us understand our greater core" Littleton continued sweeping her hands grandly as she talked. "Dreamland" Lily mouthed to me and I chewed on the corner of my lip to keep from giggling.

"So over the next month or so, we will be doing group work" Lily and I automatically had the girl-group-work reaction and clasped hands. James tried to follow suit and grab Lily's other hand but she shook her hand away angrily.

"I want you to work with people in your own house and record all of your dreams in the book I'm passing around" Littleton said dropping a lavender spiral note pad on the floor next to Lily. "And discuss the dreams with the people in your group". James gave Lily a triumphant grin and she heaved a dramatic sigh. We were the only four Gryffindor's in the class. The majority of the class was Hufflepuff, so it just left us.

"So last night" James began and I grinned, I had a feeling what was coming next. "I had a dream, that I was in the hospital wing and Evans here strolled on in, in this little white dress and said "I'm Nurse Lily. How may I service you?" I glanced over at Lily and saw she was blushing furiously and Sirius was wearing a smirk. "Well Evans, aren't you going to write that down?" James asked with a grin, leaning in closer to Lily. "Or would you like to discuss it with us, Evans?" Sirius piped in.

Feeling some sense of duty towards Lily I went ahead and opened my big, fat mouth. "I'd like to discuss it, boys" I felt James and Sirius look at me in surprise. "Did you have a nice big wank after that dream, James?" I asked sweetly. Sirius gave a sharp bark of laughter as James turned the same shade of red as Lily.

"Oh my god" Lily said snapping her eyes shut, "I'm not here, I am on a beach in Italy" Lily continued calmly, her blush starting to fade. "Yeah and then James rides by on a gondola" Sirius said with a grin and Lily's eyes shot open. "No. No James" she said forcefully. "Are you topless?" James asked sulkily, and Lily promptly whacked him forcefully on the arm. "To be fair Lily, most of the beaches in Italy are nudity-friendly" I said knowledgably. "Billee" Lily said, gritting her teeth "You are not helping". "It's just that I went there last summer and wh-"I started but then got interrupted by Sirius "Were you nude?" he asked with an interested grin. I went to open my mouth, some witty, biting remark perched on my tongue, but I saw Lily heave a sigh and decided to just keep my mouth shut.

Lily and I worked together for the last fifteen minutes of class, as I wrote down her dream about stealing her Aunt Sophie's pick up truck and getting pulled over by a cop after running over an ant eater. James and Sirius however just continued to make sexual innuendos the entire time.

I had a feeling that this was not going to be the most productive group.

It was after dinner, and I was taking my nightly stroll. Even though it was only the middle of September, a chill had descended early on Hogwarts and I was dressed in my wool coat and pink bobble hat my Nan had knitted for me two winters ago. Lily had asked me to do her a favor and here I was freezing my tits off, looking for two arseholes instead of gossiping with Mendara in the lovely, warm common room.

I spotted two figures hunched over on the brick ledge, further down the grounds, and I hurried over there, the sun was just sinking in the sky and it was almost curfew so I'd have to rush.

When I reached the two of them, I saw that they were smoking muggle cigarettes and Sirius had been talking about someone's boobs but abruptly stopped once I made my presence known. "James" I said nodding at him, "Sirius" I added, doing the same.

"Beautiful" Sirius said in the same no nonsense voice I had used and I rolled my eyes. "Nice hat, Little Billee Malone" James said with a roguish grin and reached over to tug on one of the braids that hung from the ear flaps. I slapped his hand away, narrowing my eyes. "Ooh, Kitty likes to scratch" Sirius said attempting to do the same as James but I jerked my head back.

"Anyways" I said, feeling the need to move the conversation along. "James, Lily wanted me to convey to you that she is extremely pissed off and humiliated and would like to chop your balls off with a rusty axe" I said brusquely, digging my hands into my pockets, to try and get some feeling back into my fingers. The two boys stared at me, James' mouth agape and Sirius looked like he was going to be sick. "So my suggestion would be to go and apologize" I said and was met with more silence "Right now" I added for good measure.

James launched himself off the ledge and started to sprint up the hill towards and castle, I couldn't help but laugh as I watched him go. "Wait for me mate" Sirius called sarcastically. I lifted myself up onto the ledge and gazed longingly at his cigarette. "Got a spare fag?" I asked hopefully. "Nope, Peter's inside" He said teasingly. I snorted, plucking the cigarette from his lips and bringing it to my own, taking in a deep drag before exhaling the smoke.

"I wouldn't have taken Little Billee Malone as a smoker" he said looking amused, as he watched her take another deep drag. "Don't call me that please" I bit out. Lord, I hated that nickname. So uncreative. "Yeah I know I'm little and my name is Billee Malone. People don't need to remind me, I'm not going to forget" I snapped irritably.

He just smiled before plucking my hat off of my head and putting it on his. "Oh come on, that's not fair" I whined and tried to snatch it back but he grabbed onto my hand, "A tit for a tat, Billee" He said motioning to his fag which was currently back in my mouth. My name sounded so good coming out of his mouth, and then suddenly I got that feeling in my stomach that you get when you're on the lift and it drops a few floors. Shite.

"Okay here" I said handing his cigarette over, reluctantly. He whipped the hat off and gently shoved it down over my ears and then gave one of the decorative braids a yank again. "Tosser" I muttered, as I worked my way off the ledge. He was laughing at me because I had to position myself quite strangely so that my short legs would touch the ground. I started to make my way up to the castle, pulling my wool coat tight against me.

"Hey, Malone!" I heard him call and wearily spun around. "Try not to dream about me tonight, yeah? That might be a bit embarrassing". I snorted and continued on my way, trying not to smile.