A/N: This is from my Montage of Sirius, based off Kiss & Tell by Selena Gomez & The Scene. I had a reader request this as a full story, so here goes! Hope y'all read, review, and enjoy! I'm open to all sorts of ideas!
-C
Christie knew him for what he was now. He was a liar, a cheat, a sneak. She had gotten caught up in his little lies and didn't realize in all her naivety that he would sell her out. James Potter now had all of her dirty little secrets and was ready to air them to the world.
But surprisingly, it didn't matter. She didn't care about James anymore. The world was falling at Sirius's feet, but she knew better now. She knew how to bring him down and she would make him pay for what he had done to her, and to everyone else. He could give her that cheeky grin all he wanted, but she already had a plan. His world was about to turn upside down and all she needed was Lily Evans, Severus Snape, and Regulus Black. Sirius Black would be ruined in a few weeks' time, at the latest.
All those silly lies. Ah, well, she had meant it when she said she cared about him. Too bad for him he screwed it all up.
Christie ran up to her dormitory where Lily was painting her toenails on the floor and Marlene was combing her silky brown hair. It was all so predictable that Christie felt nauseous. She was about to shake up their everyday lives.
"Evans, I have a proposition for you and I think you're going to like it."
"What's that, Crawford?"
"I know how to bring down the bigheaded Marauders, but I'm going to need your help, and that of Snape and Regulus Black."
Lily narrowed her eyes.
"That's a bit of an odd assortment of people. What makes you think I'd be interested in what you've got to say?"
Christie smirked.
"What if I told you I know of a way to take Black and Potter and drag them through the dirt so thoroughly that they'll never get clean?"
With a small, unlikely smile on her face, Lily said, "I'm listening," and led Christie down the stairs out of earshot, out of the common room, to a deserted classroom that they warded and silenced.
"I thought you and Black were close," said Lily with a raised eyebrow. "What changed?"
"He crossed me one too many times," said Christie through gritted teeth, not wanting to recall the image of him in that other girl's arms…. His body….He was supposed to be hers; everything was supposed to be hers. When had she lost control of the situation? Or maybe she had never had it. "And Potter, well, Potter and I never saw eye to eye, if you get my meaning. I think you and I could make a great team in this, but you can't tell anyone unless they're approved. Snape and Regulus Black, they're approved. They'll join in, I'm sure. Anyone else is strictly off limits. Those two are too popular; they have too many people on their side for us to be casual about this."
Lily rolled her eyes.
"You don't have to make it sound like the fate of the world is in our hands, Crawford. No one will be apprised. Relax."
"Get me Snape and Black," Christie whispered, "and we'll all meet when you do."
"Deal," said Lily, and she turned back to join her airheaded, incompetent friends in their quest for good skin and over-flowing closets for each season. It all seemed so trivial, so unimportant. There was a war going on outside those walls and there was about to be one going on inside of them as well. It wouldn't be long now before they would all be expected to choose sides.
The next morning, Christie made her way to breakfast and sat by herself. It wasn't something she was accustomed to, certainly. She had lost most of her friends when she started to date Sirius…. Girls were incredibly jealous creatures. But James and Sirius were always there, at least, if not Peter and Remus. Peter…. What a strange boy. Remus was a bit odd as well, though.
They didn't deserve the fallout that was sure to come back on them as a result of her revenge mission, but that was just the way of things. She hadn't deserved what had happened to her and yet here she was. Life was a real bitch sometimes.
"'allo, Crawford," said James's smirking voice. Yes, she could tell just by the way he said her name that he was smirking. That was how well she knew that devil's pair.
"What do you want, Potter?" she hissed back.
He clicked his tongue, sitting down across from her with a self-satisfied expression on his face.
"Now, now, dear, let's be nice to each other," he said, leaning in closer. "I have it on good authority that you've still got a thing for Sirius. I'll make you a little deal and I promise it'll be worth your while."
She knew exactly the deal he wanted to make. At first, she wanted to tell him to shove it, but then her brain began to turn. James wanted her to set him up with Lily. In exchange, he was offering up Sirius. Sirius was obviously in on this, so it wouldn't end well, even if she did still want to date him. Unless…unless she found a way to hurt them first…. James and Lily…. Snape…. Christie and Sirius…. Regulus…. Her smile was slow and thoughtful, and she decided it would be worth a shot.
"Name your terms, Potter," she said, far more amicable than she had spoken to him previously.
"Lily," he said, "for Sirius. It's a fair trade and he says he's willing to try again for the good of my future marriage."
Christie nearly gagged.
"I'm not particularly close to Evans, though, you know that," Christie reasoned. "What makes you think I'll be able to pull it off?"
"Because," James said softly, leaning in closer, "there's nothing more powerful than a woman on a mission. My dad says it all the time and I reckon he's right. You want Sirius, you get me Lily. There's your mission."
It was almost too easy. She would hand over Lily and have Sirius in her grasp once again, but it wouldn't end like James thought it would. Those boys were about to be so thoroughly humiliated they wouldn't know what hit them.
"Deal," she said, gaining a smirk of her own. Idiots really did set their own traps.
Later that day, Evans dropped a note in her hand. Meeting in the Astronomy Tower, after hours. Christie had to hand it to her; the redhead must really want to humiliate those boys if she was willing to break school rules to even set up the plan. Christie didn't mind breaking rules. It was a great way to get results.
She made her way quietly to the Astronomy Tower. It wouldn't do to be caught now, right on the brink of setting her plan in motion. She was the first one there. It was quiet, cool, almost stifling in its solitary stillness. Christie had been here a few times with Sirius, when she didn't hate him. She could almost feel him on her skin, even now, remembering nights like this one when he would make her beg for his touch….
"Crawford," snapped the voice she knew as Snape. She turned. He and Regulus were standing behind her, Snape looking wary, Regulus looking nervous. "Where's Lily?"
"She's late, that's where," Christie sighed. "We didn't come together. And no, Snivelly, this isn't some sort of a trap."
She froze. Now that they were on the same side, she supposed she'd have to stop using his Marauder-invented nicknames. He didn't seem incredibly fond of them.
Thankfully, Evans came panting into the Tower before Snape had an opportunity to hex Christie for her slip of the tongue. Let the chaos commence.
"All right," said Christie, "now that Evans is here, we can begin. It would interest you to know that Potter and I made a bit of a deal this morning, and he didn't even realize he was signing his own death warrant."
Evans frowned.
"Someone must have told him I was interested in Sirius, probably Sirius himself," Christie spat bitterly, "since his ego knows no bounds. Anyway, James Potter wants me to get Evans to date him, and in return he's gotten Sirius to agree to date me."
"I don't see how this humiliates them," Evans burst in, "and if you think I'm going to date Potter, you've got another one coming!"
"Relax, Gingersnaps," Christie sighed. "I haven't gotten to that part yet. And the good thing about you not realizing is that Potter and Black probably haven't realized either. Now, if you date James and I date Sirius, not only can we use that as an opportunity to gather information and plant various embarrassing pranks, which we can think up as we go, but ultimately, we can crush them completely, with the help of our Slytherin duo over here. Do you have any idea, Evans, what one thought makes James more furious and horrified than any other?"
"I don't know," Evans huffed, "losing a Quidditch match?"
"Wrong!" Christie said triumphantly. "No, his worst nightmare is you and Mr. Snape over there, in a hot embrace, flesh on flesh."
Lily's eyes widened and Christie thought she saw a hint of pink in Snape's sallow coloring. Regulus was staring intently at the floor.
"Similarly, nothing bothers Sirius more than the thought that he might not be Merlin's gift to witches. It's perfectly fine for him to sleep around, but the idea of someone cheating on him is completely unfathomable, and who better to be the other man than the other Black?"
Christie smirked at Regulus, who was now a rather charming shade of magenta, still gazing intently at the floor. Comprehension was beginning to dawn on Evans's face and she smiled.
"So we make them think we're dating them, and then stage the ultimate humiliation by cheating on them with their worst nightmares? Publically, I suppose?"
"The more public the better," Christie hissed. "Those two egos would pop so violently they'd probably find themselves in another county. It's the perfect plan, fool-proof and flawless, not to mention sufficiently vicious."
"It's certainly got potential," Snape agreed, and it didn't escape Christie the way his black eyes glittered with longing as they looked at Evans. She'd had him by the balls the moment she involved Evans. Regulus was still quite flushed, but he nodded.
"Perfect," Christie said. "We'll communicate through Evans at first. We don't want to arouse suspicion until after we've been dating them for a while, make them feel secure."
"Do you think you can manage to keep Black long enough to make this work?" Snape drawled, smirking. "Rumor has it your breakup was rather spectacular."
Christie could feel hot anger flashing in her own eyes, the blush creeping onto her cheeks. Oh, it had been. But that was yesterday.
"Sirius and I speak the same language," she said, raising an eyebrow significantly. "It won't be a problem, I assure you."
"So, when should I start dating him?" Lily said softly, as though they had asked her to do something awful, like make out with Professor McGonagall. "Not right away, right, because we don't want to raise suspicion?"
"You're getting better at this, Gingersnap," Christie chuckled. "You keep on your usual until I tell you otherwise. If he asks, though, I've been trying to convince you, but it's not working. Until I say."
They went their separate ways and Christie found herself lying awake in her four-poster, staring at the ceiling, remembering. It was a dangerous thing, remembering. It almost made her want to forget about the whole plan and just take Sirius for herself. She could almost feel the heat of his lips on her skin, hear his breath, feel his heartbeat, smell his unique and dizzying scent. In spite of herself, her fists clutched the sheets, feeling a wave of heat pass over her body. It was as if he was there, right there, hovering over her, turning her body to fire once more.
But he wasn't there. Christie was alone, Sirius was probably holding some Hufflepuff whore, and nothing she could do would ever make things go back to the way they were. She couldn't un-remember all he had done to her, couldn't un-say all the horrible things she had said when they broke up, couldn't un-know his crimes… as much as she wanted to. James Potter had been right about one thing: She wanted Sirius back. But she knew she couldn't ever have him in the way she wanted. At least she could have her revenge and maybe have a few more times with him, just a few more nights like they had had before.
The next morning, Christie went about her routine, acting as nonchalant as possible. She went down to breakfast, where Sirius, James, Remus, and Peter were already digging into a plate of sausage. She sat down the table from them, on the opposite side from James and Sirius. James looked down the table at her, winked, and she smiled back a little. That boy really wanted the whole world to think he was their buddy. What a father he'd make some day.
That is, if any girl would ever date him again after what she was about to do to him.
James nudged Sirius's shoulder and Christie was grateful she had taken the time that morning to look extra good. Sirius's eyes grazed her form, his lips forming a barely-there smirk that she could recognize from the other side of any room, and she knew he liked what he saw. Too bad for him Lily wasn't cracking just yet. She was going to make him really want her back before they moved on to the next phase.
To her surprise, Sirius stood, walked down the table, and sat down across from her. She raised an eyebrow at him questioningly as she poured herself some pumpkin juice.
"Good morning, Christie," he said in his husky, sultry voice. She nearly shivered, but managed to maintain her composure. "I hear you accepted the deal. Want me back that bad?"
"How do you know I'm not just doing this because I think Potter and Evans are soul mates and I'm sick of their twisted little kink game of public humiliation?" Christie said smirking back at him. Sirius's eyes sparkled.
"Speaking of kink, love."
"Were we?"
"Mmm, you'll never guess what I found in my school bag the other day."
"Oh, are your fan girls leaving panties in your bag again? How naughty."
His smirked deepened.
"Didn't know you were a fan girl, darling. Maybe things would have been different between us."
Christie almost frowned, but caught herself and managed to maintain an innocent, vaguely interested expression.
"What are you talking about, Sirius?"
"I found something of yours in my bag; perhaps you've missed it…. Remember that leather set I got you for Christmas last year?"
Ah, Sirius and his leather fetish. Come to think of it, she hadn't seen that around, not since…. Oh, that's right. Their last trip to the dungeons had been a week before she caught him cheating. He had kept the lingerie that time because he had been a "good boy." It took all her self-control not to blush at the memory of that night, all the things he had done to her, all the things she had done to him…. She could almost feel his hand on her skin as he watched her with those burning gray eyes, hot as coals…. She wondered if his lips still tasted like heaven….
"Don't flatter yourself, Sirius," she managed to whisper. "You've had those for a while. The fact that you've just now found them doesn't say anything promising about your scholastic career."
He gave a little chuckle.
"I've missed you, Christie," he breathed. "Other girls can get the job done, but not like you. We were really good together, weren't we? I miss your sounds. Sometimes, if I think about you long enough and hard enough, it's like you're there again, and we're in the Quidditch locker rooms, hiding from James and having the best sex of our lives all at once."
Ah, yes, the post-game sex. She remembered it like it was yesterday. Why they had thought that hiding from James in the Quidditch locker rooms was a good idea, but it had worked. Or at least, James had never mentioned walking in on them, so she had always assumed it had worked.
"If you've missed me so much," she hissed, "why didn't you try to do something about it?"
"You think I didn't?" he laughed. "Who do you think planted this deal in James's head? He doesn't scheme on how to get Evans; he obsesses over her and stalks her. Anything that requires thought comes from Remus or me. I, on the other hand, put considerable thought into how to get you back and having James present a deal to see if there was still any interest on your part was probably the most brilliant plan I've ever had. And it worked."
There he went, stroking that ego again. But it did explain what James was talking about, with someone saying she was still interested. She hadn't said anything of the sort to anyone, even to scout out possible weaknesses in the dynamic duo. Sirius's eagerness to prove he could have whoever he wanted, his pride in owning the strings of his playthings forever, would ultimately be his downfall. Christie could hardly contain her glee at the thought, but she managed somehow.
"What do you mean, worked?" she said casually.
"I mean," he said, running his foot against her leg gently, "I've found out you still want me. I still want you, you still want me. I say we can make an arrangement out of this, even if we don't get those two together. What d'you say?"
Christie hadn't counted on that. Sirius was attempting to make a play for her, to not wait, just to prove his own greatness. It was tempting to put her plan in motion right away, but she knew it would be impossible to get the others to cooperate if she didn't stick to the original plan. And she so wanted to bring the pair of them down, not just Sirius.
"I've made a promise to James," she said in her sweetest voice. "I'll see what I can do on the Lily front, but if she proves impossible, we'll talk, okay?"
Loyalty to friends? One of Sirius's favorite qualities. Loyalty to his friends? Even better. By appealing to his sense of Marauder loyalty, she had sated his ego and managed to keep the plan afloat.
"Well," he said softly, "I hope she changes her tune fast, then."
As he walked away, Christie tried her best to ignore the fluttering sensation in her chest at the way he had spoken to her. She was about to get the ultimate revenge. It wouldn't do to fall for Sirius all over again.
