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So lets put on a show in our weekends best clothes

I hope you find what you're looking for
Cause I meant what I said, how I'll never love again
But you'll never understand
This black & white formal's got all that she wants
It's got boys side to side, and boys by her side
I'm thinking of her, she's not thinking of me
All that she wants is the touch of a warm body

"Cheer up, mate. It'll blow over. Before you know it, you'll be on to the next bit and she'll be the farthest thing from your mind." James said, sounding so very sure of himself that Sirius almost wanted to believe it.

However, he knew better.

Never had a girl affected him like this before. Who would have thought the infamous Sirius Black, well known womanizer and untouchable smart ass, would actually fall for a girl.

A girl who didn't want him.

It wasn't that simple, of course. They'd been all hot and heavy in the beginning, stretching and breaking some boundaries they'd both set and sworn not to cross.

Love does that to you.

It was amazing to him, how easily he could admit he loved her now. Now that it was too late. She sat across the room, all dolled up in a beautiful white dress that oddly complemented her porcelain skin. The Ball was a very formal event, with mandatory attendance. They'd agreed to go together, only a few months ago.

And yet there she was, on the arm of that fucking prat, Darren. What kind of name was that, anyway? Not that she had any interest in him, Sirius was quite sure of this. He was a comforting rebound, and a stable one at that.

Sirius was anything but stable. Could he really blame her for denying him, after he'd so carelessly thrown her love away only to ask for it back along with forgiveness of his foolish actions? No, he couldn't expect that of her.

But he could hope.

"Not that easy, Prongs." Sirius mumbled back to his friend, rather miserably. A part of him had become consumed in self-loathing, mostly for the fact that he knew he was acting like a little bitch. Sirius Black did not pine over a girl.

But Riley Bristol wasn't just any girl.

Not that anyone other than his closest friends could see his misery. And what was worse, was that the others still got to have her in their lives. She and Remus had been childhood friends; she'd been one of the few he'd trusted with his little secret, and she'd tried to help with her unique talents. She and Lily hadn't been mates before Sirius dated her, but they'd bonded during that time and were almost inseparable now. She'd been quite a loner, previous to his noticing her.

It was almost a month since she'd even acknowledged his existence in any way. He couldn't take his eyes off of her, with her dark chocolate hair piled elegantly on top of her head, her stormy grey-green eyes sparkling in the dim light of the ballroom.

'Look at me, look at me, look at me…' A mantra repeating in his mind, emotions overtook him and he couldn't take it anymore. Tonight, this was going to be resolved, for better or worse.

He made a decision, and acted on it before he could back out. Finding a piece of parchment and a quill, he quickly wrote the words out and stood.

James had seen the whole thing, read the note over his shoulder and cocked an eyebrow. "Really?"

A nod of determination was his answer, as Sirius straightened his spine and steeled his nerve. Since when did he have to do that? Girls fell at his feet; he shouldn't have to put in even the littlest effort.

Except for the girl who's worth the effort.

Every step closer he took he lost a little nerve, and when her eyes caught his movement he almost stopped. Almost.

Darren's pale blue eyes met his approach with a glare, where Riley's held more skepticism and…something he couldn't quite place.

He held out his hand in a motion that suggested she hold out hers, and when she obliged in ladylike fashion he gently clasped her fingers within his palm to bring it to his lips, slipping the small piece of parchment inside. He didn't say a word, opting to bask in her intense gaze.

Releasing her hand, he straightened before leaning down to whisper into her ear, "The spot, midnight. Please."

He didn't wait to catch her gaze or her expression; he just turned and walked away. If she'd rejected him outright, he'd crumple. If he got his hopes up and she didn't show, it'd be worse.

And so he left without a glance backwards, the music thumping the floor and the lights reflecting off the walls and he didn't stop until he reached that special spot, the spot right under that certain tree just to the side of the lake where they first "met". Where he first really saw her, that fateful day that changed his entire being.

That was what he'd needed to realize, all along.

He wasn't the same; because one doesn't fall in utterly, crazily, completely and fully in love, and come out unscathed.

And she knew it, too.

That's why she had to show up.

If nothing else, he was hoping her curiosity in his gesture would spur her to show. And the words he'd scrawled on the paper, words he knew would shock her to her core.

Now, all there was to do was wait. He'd left at exactly eleven thirty, so he had thirty minutes to waste. He stared wistfully at the moon, willing it to share its luminous energy with him. He'd been able to cycle its energy into himself before, while she'd been training him. That was what caught his attention in the beginning. She wasn't just extraordinary at wizardry; she was a very talented practical witch dealing with energies, elements and the earth.

Sirius took a seat on the soft grass below the tree, gently dragging his fingers through the grass beneath him. The blades were slightly moist, bursting with life. He took care not to break any in his movements, instead enjoying the tickle of them on his fingertips. His other hand nervously ran through his dark hair, mussing the strands while his thoughts trailed off into memories.

Lost in his own world, he missed the soft rustling noises that indicated another beings approach until her presence was directly behind him.

"Sirius?"

Authors Note;; Dun dun dun! Sorry if it's not the best, I'm a bit rusty. This is the first thing I've actually written in almost two years. So, for the love of Hogwarts please review! I have some interesting ideas that this could stem into, and I promise it's not like all the other Sirius/OC stories. I hope you enjoyed, and if not please leave constructive criticism! I promise it isn't the typical Sirius/OC story. First chapter soon?

-Lolli