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So to those of you who don't know, this is book 4 in the series, so make sure to check out my previous works to catch up!

It's time for the seventh year! YUPPIE! So yeah, I have no idea what to write. This is chapter one and let me know what you think of it :D xx

The Five Marauders, Year Seven

Chapter 1

Sirius was doing it again.

I never brought it up, because I knew that he hated his ex-girlfriends for being over-controlling and too possessive, but now I see what made them that way.

I love Sirius. I really do. However, that doesn't change the fact that sometimes he makes me want to punch things (by things I mean his face).

Especially at times like this, when he does things that everyone can see hurt me. Everyone except for him.

"That one there," He said, pointing out a girl sitting at the bar near where our group of five was standing, "Check out her arse!"

I held myself back from running over to the beautiful blonde with a huge butt and ripping her head off. True, she may have had a nice arse, as Sirius seems to think, but she was definitely showing it off to much with that terrifyingly short mini and visible g-strings. And don't get me started on her shirt!

"Maybe I should get you a skirt like that," Sirius whispered in my ear, making me boil with unleashed anger.

"Something wrong with what I'm wearing now?" I asked through clenched teeth, still glaring daggers at the oblivious blonde.

"Of course not, love," Sirius kissed my cheek, "You look very sexy."

I smirked at that, my anger slowly vaporizing. When Sirius and I, and usually Remus, Peter and James go clubbing I always try to dress to impress. Impress Sirius, that is. Mini-skirts (though not as mini as the one worn by the whooty), fairly revealing shirts and killer-heels were my personal favorites.

This time however, I wore Sirius' favorite. Sexy, backless, black leather dress, not even reaching the mid-thigh and held up on one shoulder, not to mention extremely well fitted, worn with red platforms was bound to make my handsome boyfriend crazy.

Though Sirius and James wore practically identical things, they both looked sexy in their own special way.

James' ruffled hair and rectangular glasses, along with a white vest and dark blue jeans attracted the attention of many girls around the club, whilst Sirius' black just-got-out-of-bed hair, blue jeans and white blouse with the top few buttons popped open only enhanced his 'bad-boy' look, on top of which he wore a normal black blazer. And honestly, I was trying really hard to ignore all the looks he was receiving. (If only he wasn't returning those looks...)

I noticed Remus was getting quite a bit of attention too, though I wasn't too sure if it wasn't because of all his scars... Some girls even checked Peter out!

"Her butt's alright, but she's wearing waaaay too much make up," James shouted over the music, checking out the blonde as well.

"I don't know. I think her body makes up for it!" Sirius grinned and I clenched my teeth.

"How about you get me a drink?" I asked him, eager to change the subject.

"Sure, love," Sirius winked, then looked at the guys again, "See? This is why I love her! She doesn't mind me checking out other girls!"

Oh you're so wrong.

"You can look but you can't touch!" I said monotonously.

"Let's get that drink, shall we?"

I saw the blonde edging towards the bar and I changed my mind.

"How about we dance?" I asked, and dragged Sirius off to the dance floor without waiting for a reply.

I felt my hair stand on edge when I noticed all those girls checking Sirius out as we danced (rather provocatively) together. I did my best to keep him as occupied with me as possible, grinding into him and running my hands over his body, then pulling him into a deep kiss, showing everyone he's mine.

I can't say I wasn't proud of myself when for the next half-hour we danced together and I knew his full attention was amed at me and not the blonde.

Soon we were both out of breath and Sirius stopped dancing to gently stroke my face.

"I'm going to get a drink, wanna come?" He asked.

I quickly glanced towards the bar, and seeing no half-naked girls near I shook my head no.

"I'll go look for the others," I shouted over the noise, pulling him down for a quick kiss, "And no flirting!"

"You wish baby," He grinned, then disappeared.

Rolling my eyes, I moved to the edge of the room in order to search for any one of my three boys. As my eyes scanned the room, I didn't see the man moving to stand beside me.

"So tell me, beautiful," I turned to gaze at the man who was staring at me with a slightly predatory glint in his eyes, "did it hurt when you fell from heaven?"

"No," I replied, directing my attention back to looking for my friends, "but I lost a couple fingernails when I crawled my way out of hell."

"Beautiful and funny," He smirked, "so tell me, do you believe in love at first sight or do you want me to walk by again?"

"Go on, but this time don't stop," I replied, bored. How very original of him.

He laughed. He actually laughed.

"You wanna dance, beautiful?" He smirked at me.

"Seriously dude! Get the hi-" I stopped suddenly, looking over the guy's shoulder. There was Sirius. Chatting to that stupid blonde he was checking out earlier. I squinted my eyes dangerously and clenched my fists as she took his hand and pulled him to the dance floor. "Come on, let's dance."

I took the guy's hand and pulled him directly into the middle of the floor, where I knew Sirius was bound to see me. I pressed my body against the strangers and we both began moving to the beat.

I looked up into my partner's face and, to be honest, decided that he was quite good looking. He had messy hair, almost like James', except his was blonde. He was about the same height as Sirius and slightly more muscular than my boyfriend, I decided as his hand sneaked its way around my waist and his hard arm wrapped itself around my petite body. He smelled of alcohol and smoke. Not the best fragrance, I must admit. He must have been around 20 too. Well I don't really have good experiences with older guys, but oh well.

I didn't think much of it when he started grinding into me, in fact, I was hoping Sirius was watching. His cool hands were running over my naked arms, making me shiver, then his hands rested reaaally low on my back. A bit too low for my liking, but I tried to ignore it. And then he took my hand, and began spinning me and dancing our way towards the side of the room. Once we were separated from the rest of the other half-drunk wild partiers, I felt one of his cold hands on my thigh, the other one running through my hair. Before I had a chance to even react, he was pulling my head closer to him and then kissing me furiously.

I struggled, but to no avail. Those muscles weren't for nothing; he had me right where he wanted me. He tasted of alcohol, smoke and sweat, and it made me want to throw up. Actually, that wasn't such a bad idea…

When his other hand started crawling under my dress, I finally had enough. With all the strength. I could muster, I kneed him where it hurt the most. He finally let go, and bent over slightly.

"Honestly dude? No!" I spat, disgusted with his tactics, then turned to walk away.

A hand clumped around my wrist and pulled me back. Before I knew it, I was pressed against a wall with the stranger's arms on either side of my head, his face inches away from mine.

"Honey, I'm all you could ever want. I know how to please a women," He leaned in again, and I put my hands on his chest to keep him away.

"Then why don't you please leave me alone?" I glared. This wasn't funny anymore.

"Listen bitch, do as I say, and no one will get hurt," He growled dangerously, and I was slowly getting scared.

And then came my knight in shining armour… well, he was wearing normal clothes, but you know what I mean.

"Listen douche, call her a bitch again and I'll seriously hurt you."

"Oh?" The arms disappeared from my sides, and I sighed a breath of relief as my potential attacker turned to face his new opponent. "And who are you to say that?"

"Her boyfriend," Sirius glared, crossing his arms. "So I suggest you remove yourself from this club right now or I'll throw you out myself."

"How intimidating," the douche laughed. "You think you can take me on?"

"I'm pretty sure we can?" Ah! Here was Sirius' backup, as always on time. James and Peter stood on either side of Sirius, while Remus reached around the guy and took my hand, pulling me close.

"Come on Jay," He said, glaring at the stranger. "Let's get out of here."

"Oh please do leave. Sluts aren't really my thing."

SMACK!

There he was, on his knees with his hands covering his nose, blood pouring through his fingers. Sirius lowered his hand, the knuckles of which were already reddening.

"Don't ever call her a slut," He growled dangerously, then aimed his knee to smash into the already broken nose.

"Calm, Padfoot," James put a hand on Sirius' arm. "Let's go."

The whole group turned around and began walking towards the exit. A couple people were watching us, stepping out of our way to let us pass. Sirius fell into step with me, wordlessly taking off his blazer and passing it on to me, then slipping his hands into his pockets. And just from those small movements, I knew just how pissed my boyfriend was.

So here's the start. As you can see, there's A LOT of jealousy taking place in this relationship. Yay.

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