Chapter 1
Get Over Yourself, Black
"Y/N, hurry up, I want to see Ja- get to the train," Lily sputtered and reddened slightly, pulling your arm hurriedly. You wince, feeling the forming bruise on your wrist from that very morning. "Lily slow down, it's not like you'll break up if you're not there early. That boy tried wooing you for five years, he's not giving up now."
Your best friend bites her bottom lip and lets go, still pushing the creaky metal cart fast. While she weaved her way through the crowd, you massaged your wrist, bumping into people and owl cages on the way. You didn't need a cart since you only had the small suit case and owl cage, small barn owl fluttering around contently. All gifts from Lily's family, since your mother was so… incompetent. Though the sapphire amulet around your neck was an anonymous present, slipped into your bag in the Second year, wrapped in The Daily Prophet and Spellotape.
No one ever came forward to giving it to you.
As your mind wandered to how delighted you were that day to finding the beautiful stone, neither you nor Lily saw the shadow watching the pair.
In the train, you had released Lily to hunt for James, while you hunted for a compartment for both of you. Witches and wizards milled around you, chattering and brandishing new joke shop equipment. First years nervously jumped at anybody bumping against them, Second years confidently marching towards a compartment. Almost none alone.
Finally, the crowd squeezed you into an empty compartment. You instantly started changing, not wanting the dirty, shabby Muggle clothes on you. One of the only outfits you owned that didn't have gaping holes at the elbows or knees. The mothball sweater fell first, then the worn, white (but looking black because of all the dirt accumulated over the years) Convers. When you went to take off your shirt, an amused voice came from the doorway. The shirt fell over your shoulders again quickly, not wanting the person to see all the scratches and bruises on your stomach.
Sirius Black leaned on the wood, smirking in a satisfied way. "Black!" You exclaimed angrily, balling your hands to fists. He snakes inside, sitting as if he belonged, "L/N, nice bra," his smile widens.
"You're not supposed to know it is a nice bra," though it wasn't, because it was a too tight faded red thing fastened with paper clips, "why the hell was your shaggy head looking into my compartment?"
"Well, L/M, I was looking for my girlfriend, and the door was unlocked so I looked in and saw her," he winks, hiding a blue-grey eye momentarily. You roll your own E/C eyes and sigh, "I'm not your girlfriend, Black. Get over yourself. Now leave so I can finish changing without another perverted boy peeking into at my bra," his smile drops from both face and eyes for a millisecond, but you don't notice. "Fine, Red, see you later," he gets up and blows you a kiss as he strides away.
You close the door again, locking it. There. Even faster than before, you get all clothes off you and the uniform on. The door jiggles as you finish fastening the robe, seeing fiery red hair through the foggy glass. Lily comes in, arms crossed over her chest. "Sirius came into the compartment when I was leaving. His face was a tad too happy for James' taste so he asked, 'Why the doggy smile, Padfoot,' and can you guess what he responded, F/N?
"What?" You groan, pinching the bridge of your nose. Lily smiles slightly, "'Just seen the most wonderful bra ,Prongs, belonging to a certain L/N."