A/N: This is my first posted fanfic.. Be kind, please! And by the way, I don't own Harry Potter.

It was funny how I had memorized every feature on that face, how I knew which hairs fall over those eyes and their exact positions. I can tell if he's aggravated or amused.. Sometimes I can even tell when he's sad or disappointed, but he was terribly good at hiding those two particular emotions. I've hated him for so long that I don't even remember the reason anymore. I'm not even sure if I have one, or if I just saw him and immediately decided that I hated him. That probably wasn't it though; no girl could take one look at The Sirius Black and immediately hate him. That took some time.

I knew I probably had better things to do than glare at the back of his head and try to figure out why I decided to hate him.. but today, class seemed extraordinarily boring. I mentally probed my memory in an attempt to recall the moment where Sirius Black became the most unbearable person in the world to me.. I couldn't seem to find it.

"Hey! Pssssssst," I hissed, attempting to draw Lily Evans' attention to me. But she ignored me and continued listening to Professor McGonagall drone on and on about some.. transfiguration thing. My thoughts briefly switched to wondering if the professor actually perfected her abilities at boring me or if it was just a talent she was born with.

"Lil! Lilian," I called again. She looked at me from the corner of her eye and whispered from the corner of her mouth.

"What?," she snapped discreetly. Her tone clearly expressed that she was not pleased with me.

"Why did I start hating Black?," I asked conversationally, twirling a lock of hair around my index finger as I awaited her reply. She turned to face me fully and glared.

"Oh, for Merlin's sake, Magdalene! What a time to ask a question like that!," she exclaimed not-so-discreetly. McGonagall turned sharply to face us. Of course, me, being prepared to get caught and having perfected my abilities of not getting in trouble, I looked completely innocent.. Lily on the other hand..

"Miss Evans," the professor said tightly. "Is there a problem?"

Lily shook her head no and turned back toward the front of the classroom.

"Very good.. Now, where was I?," McGonagall continued on with her lecture and Lily faced me briefly to glare death.

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"Why did you have to talk to me?," Lily complained after we had been dismissed from class and were heading to the Great Hall.

"It's not like you get in trouble. All the professors love you, Lilsy-poo," I returned.

"That's not the point," she argued. I raised my eyebrows.

"Then what is the point? You're not in trouble, I'm not in trouble.. I don't see the problem," I said.

"Never mind.. Forget I said anything," she said. I winked at her.

"Smart move, Love," I said. I picked up an apple and sat down at Gryffindor table beside Lily, preparing to start on this weekend's workload.. Or preparing to get to staring at my books and hope I'm somehow retaining information.. It's not that I'm a bad student.. Just lazy sometimes. Well.. most of the time. I actually astounded myself and constantly wondered how I managed to get decent grades with the work ethic I had. I took a bite of my apple.

"So," I began between chews. "Any clue?"

"About?," Lily asked, pulling her books out.

"Why I started hating Mr. Black over there," I replied, nudging my head toward him, James Potter, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew, seated a couple feet away from us on the opposite side of the table. Lily stopped reading for a second and poured herself a gobletful of pumpkin juice. She took a sip and looked thoughtful for a moment.

"Not a clue," she said.

"Did I see someone gesture to me?," Sirius interrupted in his smooth, charismatic way that I absolutely loathed, sliding down the bench and sitting himself across from me.

"No, you saw me nod my head in your general direction," I replied.

"So you were talking about me," he concluded, smiling interestedly. I took another bite of my apple and chewed slowly and deliberately. Well, if no one else knew, what could it hurt asking the object of my abhorrence? I faced him promptly after swallowing.

"Why do I hate you?," I asked simply.

".. Because from the moment you saw me, you wanted me but knew you could never have me," he replied, smirking.

"Oh yeah. . .That's why," I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes.

"Why do you hate me? What did I ever do to you?," he asked. I shrug.

"So stop hating me then," he suggested.

"Can't," I replied, pulling my Transfiguration book out.

"Why?," he asked, trying to get my attention away from the large brown book propped open against one of the bowls of crisps.

"It's habit now, second nature. I see you and I think, stupid, arrogant fat-head," I explained. "And I can't change just like that," I added, snapping my fingers to demonstrate.

"Stupid, arrogant fat-head," Sirius repeated, looking shocked, "Is that all that you think of me?"

"No," I returned, taking another bite of my apple.

"Really?," he asked, sounding hopeful. I nodded.

"Of course not," I continued, "I also think you're a womanizing pain in my neck."

He groaned and crossed his arms over his chest.

"So you're just going to continue hating me?," he asked. I nodded resolutely.

"Even if you don't remember why you hate me?"

"Did you miss what I just said?"

"The part about me being a womanizing, egotistical fat-head?"

"Yeah, that part."

"Oh yeah, missed it all," he sighed sarcastically, exasperated.

"Well then, you're a stupid, womanizing, arrogant fat-head who also happens to be a pain in my neck," I repeated, pretending I hadn't noticed his sarcasm.

"Witty," he hissed, "Real witty."

I made a face at him.

"I meant, you're just going to continue hating me even though you don't remember why you started hating me?," he rephrased. I feigned thought for a moment, dismissively tossing some of my dark brown hair over my shoulder.

"Yeah. That's pretty much gist of it," I replied.

"Evans," he whined.

"I do have a first name," she snapped promptly.

"Lily," he corrected.

She raised her eyebrows in acknowledgement.

"Why does your friend here hate me?," he asked. She sighed.

"She doesn't," Lily replied.

"Exsqueeze me?," I interrupted, sounding scandalized, "Since when?" She ignored me; I've noticed she's become rather talented at that.

"If she hated you like she says, she wouldn't talk to you in what could be called a normal manner for her," she continued. Sirius raised his eyebrows.

"Excellent! So there's hope," he said, grinning.

"Aww! Now look what you did, Lilian! You made him grin.. Ewwww," I teased. Lily said nothing, having already returned to her books and Sirius still sat there, grinning. Now, as lovely as that grin is, seeing it for a prolonged period of time annoys one such as myself soooo, I did the only logical thing I could think of at the moment and reached over my books, grabbed a handful of crisps and threw them at him.