Sirilisa

A/N: This is an SBOC fic, the OC being Square-a-Lisa cat, aka Shealtiel. Their names were smushed to make Sirilisa… It sounds better than me/Snape. You get Snisha! Snisha, I ask you!

By the way, Saralisa is the Seeker. Seventh-year.

.-xXXx-.

"You're no fun!" he yelled, swinging his Beaters' bat and giving a disarming grin.

"Shut up," she replied nasally, touching down neatly on the lawn, one hand clutching her nose. Saralisa collected her broom off the grass and headed for the castle.

"You can't leave in the middle of practice!" James bellowed from the air. Priscilla froze halfway through throwing the Quaffle to him.

"If your stupid Beater hadn't whacked that thing into my nose, this wouldn't be an issue!" Saralisa screeched.

"I believe it's called a Bludger," said Sirius from right behind her. "And it's my job to hit that."

"At the other team!" she whirled round.

"Yeah, well," he said offhandedly, shrugging. "Are we wizards or what? Madame Pomfrey'll fix it in no time. Won't hurt your pretty face any."

"Yeah, well –" she stopped mid-rant. "What?"

"Madame Pomfrey will fix it in no time," he repeated slowly.

"No – what did you say after that?"

"Nothing."

"But-"

"Didn't say anything!"

"Siri-"

"Let's just get you to the Hospital Wing," he muttered, looking vaguely embarrassed.

Saralisa stared at him for a second, then shrugged and followed him up to the castle.

.-xXXx-.

"He's a prat and stupid and-"

"Madly in love with you?" Lily supplied. Saralisa burst out laughing.

"Well, I was going to say that his head's so massive-"

"It even eclipses his dick?" Sirius grinned, throwing himself onto the couch next to them. "Didn't know you noticed!"

"No - I - hey!" Saralisa sputtered, turning red.

"How's your nose?" Sirius asked, his dark hair flopping into his eyes. Lily sighed, muttered something about 'disgusting flirt-fests' and went in search of James."

"It was better this morning," Saralisa replied. Sirius shrugged and muttered something.

"What?" she asked, watching his face get closer to hers and feeling so helpless.

"Forget it," he muttered, and kissed her.

And even though it was Sirius Black and he'd just broken her nose and now he was kissing her - and God, it was good - Saralisa couldn't help but remind him that her nose was a bit higher on her face. He'd have to improve his aim if he wanted to kiss it better.

.-xXXx-.

A/N: So, that was Sirilisa.

As for what Sirius muttered... I'll leave that up to your dirty minds.