"Black," Professor McGonagall said in an angry tone as she arranged some papers on her table. "You're late."

Black sighed, "Well, I kind of lost track of time, I apologize."

"Good, here are the papers I want you to arrange," McGonagall said as she walked over to the door. "I'll be leaving early tonight."

"What? You're going to leave these all to me?" Black said almost to a shout.

McGonagall chuckled. "Don't worry, I have someone to help you. He'll be here in about ten minutes."

Sirius nodded his head in agreement.

"Now don't forget, be nice to him," McGonagall reminded before leaving. The remark was old to him. He was a Marauder, a trouble maker. He could just do some hex on whoever was going to come. Never mind that, he started to sort the papers.

Suddenly someone knocked on the door. He must be it, he thought. He dropped the papers as he sat on the chair, particulary on McGonagall's chair. "Come in!"

The boy let himself in. It was not a shock for him. Slytherin, it was Severus.

"Oh God," Sirius let out a bark laugh. "Not you."

"You've got problem with what?" Severus said in a monotonous tone. "Don't be cynical I also have problems working with you."

"It's not that, Snivellus," Sirius replied. "I was expecting someone more you know… sociable."

"I don't have time with you, Black." Severus said as he started for the papers. "Are these sorted already?"

"Are you irritated?" Black questioned as he lazily watched Severus pile up the papers.

"By what?"

"By the way I look at you, and all…"

"Let's see," Severus replied, putting the sorted papers into the cabinet file. "Are we considering the pranks you and your friends had set for me for the week?"

Sirius smiled. "Confusing," he said. "I don't get you." he stood up and followed to where Severus was. He held Severus's shoulders and forced him to look him in the eye.

"Is this another of your pranks for me?" Severus said.

"No, I want you to look me in the eye."

"What? You're the one who's confusing, Black."

"So I confuse you now?"

"Definitely."

Black held him still. Then he sighed. "This conversation is going nowhere."

"Indeed. Instead of finishing the task, you're holding me." Severus reminded. Sirius let go of Severus who continued to pack the pile of papers inside the cabinet.

"Don't you feel anything?" Black asked.

"Tell me. What should I feel, Black?"

"Damn," Sirius closed his eyes then opened it. He waited for a moment then punched with all his might the wall beside the file cabinet. "I hate you."

"I feel the same."

"I know, you don't have to remind."

"What's your purpose in asking me?"

"Well, you have to admit," Sirius said as he placed a hand on Snape's waist which made him jolt backwards. A pile of papers knocked him off his feet. Sirius was turned on. He knelt in front of Snape so that he was between his legs. Then he lowered his head and said, "You have to admit that you like me."

"Never," Snape said coldly. This was a challenge for Sirius since he was the most wanted handsome guy in school. "Why would I?"