Chapter One: Confused

The lady took a drag from her cigarette. She was a typical witch hooker, her body perfected with magic. She was wearing a skintight red leather corset, neon green fishnets, and thigh high black boots. A teenage boy, maybe nineteen, extremely blessed with looks, and wearing a haughty expression on his face, watched her.

"Listen, honey, you gonna make me wait here all night or you gonna pay up?" She asked, flipping her bleached blonde hair and waggling her red talon fingers at him, palm open.

"You look like a slutty Christmas elf." Sirius Black informed her.

"Fine, sugar, I need to pay my rent." She flagged down a guy flying by on his broomstick. He stopped, paid up, and they went into the backroom of the bar together. The regulars called it the Sugar Shack. Sirius Black was a regular, but he had never done the nasty with any of the whores. He just sat and watched, ever searching for satisfaction.

Yes, he had had sex before with girls at school, but he never felt much of anything. He had a reputation as a playboy, a heartbreaker, being promiscuous, and so on, but he only slept around because he probing for the one momentous time of pure pleasure. And so, this is why he sat in front of the Sugar Shack every Saturday, just waiting for that one woman to pass by who would drive him mad with longing. However, this night he allowed surfacing of the thoughts that had been protruding through the hidden layer of his contemplations since he turned the tender age of fourteen. She never would come.

Sirius pulled a cigarette out of his pocket, lit up, and inhaled it deeply. He wasn't sure why he was still sitting on the curb, staring absently out into the street. Sighing to himself, he decided to diaspperate to the Leaky Cauldron to spend the night. There was not a smidgen of a chance he would go home and deal with his parents tonight.

He arrived at the Leaky Cauldron, paid for him room, and decided to take a seat at the bar. He ordered a butterbeer and tossed his package of cigarettes in the trash. He had been trying to break his nasty smoking habit the past month. Inhaling deeply, Sirius took in the warmth of the butterbeer and sipped at it, allowing its sweetness to coat his tongue. So there he sat, quietly and all alone, swallowing his butterbeer.

However, in just a few minutes he was greeted by his best friend. It was Remus Lupin.

"Moony, mate!" Sirius cried jovially, embracing his long time friend.

"It's been a while," Remus said, "I've missed you, Padfoot."

"Come, sit. Have a drink with me."

The two men caught up, chattering aimlessly about their jobs, love lives, and recent happenings. Apparently, Remus had broken up with his long time girlfriend, Darcy, and was currently single.

"She kicked me out of the house," Remus chucked, "I'm here for the night."

"Why did she?"

Remus grew rather warm, "Er…I said the wrong name at a rather compromising moment."

Sirius chucked. "Whose was it?"

"Yours," Remus whispered, barely audible.

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