CHAPTER 1

"Let's hop in this one. It's empty." A handsome boy with black hair and grey eyes flung open the 'empty' compartment only to find that it wasn't empty.

Instead, in it sat one other person. At first glance, she only appeared to be the most beautiful girl the boy laid his eyes on.

At second glance, she appeared to be much more.

He could tell right away that she was tall, judging solely by the crazy length of her tan, fish-netted legs. She was slim, and had long, glossy black hair just down to her bust, which, in and of itself, was quite fantastic. Her face, however, was pure perfection. She had shining green eyes, a mixture of the colors of every leaf on every tree in the Forbidden Forest. Her nose was long and straight, and she had perfectly shaped red lips. She wore a bright red plaid skirt, not short enough to make her your typical slutty 17 year old, but not long enough to denote her as a prude. Her black cashmere sweater proved her to be well kempt and somewhat rich. It clung to her body like a spider web, and let him see just enough cleavage to make him wish she were a slut. Her perfect feet (toenails painted a black cherry sort of hue to match her fingernails) were encased in peep toe black stiletto heels.

Perhaps most striking to him was her demeanor. Instead of becoming immediately infatuated with his own good looks, she continued her slow gum chewing. She spun her wand around in her fingers casually. The boy wasn't quite sure if even he could manage that sort of acquired skill. Her legs were crossed, and her foot kept steady time with her gum chewing. But her eyes said it all. She was intrigued, amused, and curious. She slowly smiled.

"Can I help you?" Her voice was as sexy as her appearance. It was silky smooth, not too high, not too low. An American accent furthered the interest he had for her. Perfection.

"Yeah. I-I…My mates and I were just looking for a compartment. I thought this was empty. I'm sorry."

"Did you not see me in here? Am I that unnoticeable?" She stopped twirling her wand, and her foot stopped movement. He knew she was challenging him. He was turned on, and finally his flirting skills kicked in.

"How could I not notice you?" He asked flirtatiously. She raised her eyebrows with a grin. She let her eyes roam lazily over his body. He was tall, taller than she, and had a very, very nice body. He was slim, but obviously muscular. He wasn't thick, but rather broad, but only in the right spots, like his shoulders and chest. His fashion taste was simple, but clean cut, in his dark wash jeans and crisp button down shirt. He had the sleeves rolled up 3/4ths of the way, letting her see just enough of his strong, capable forearms, with perfect, creamy skin. His face, too, did not fail to impress. His lips were soft looking, even from where she sat, and his nose was a perfect size and shape. His almond shaped eyes sparkled mischievously, as if he just pulled off some great heist and was dying to expound upon it. The irises were a misty gray, and his eyelashes were long. He had black hair, like she did, and it was cut to his chin in wavy, thick layers. The shorter pieces that came to his sharp cheekbones fell into his eyes, and he raised a big hand with long, tapered fingers to brush it elegantly off of his face.

"Sirius, have you found a-" Another boy bounded into the girl's view. He was just as tall as the boy called Sirius, though somewhat striking. He was cute, with boyish good looks, and wore round, black rimmed glasses. He looked to be very cheery, and energetic in comparison to his still friend. He wore a red and gold striped sweater, and medium blue jeans. His shaggy, short black hair was a right mess, but it suited the rest of his appearance quite nicely.

"Hello there!" The new boy greeted the girl with a bright smile, and an expression of interest in his eyes. He leaned in closer to his friend and muttered in his ear quietly.

"So soon, Sirius? We've only just got on the fucking train." The girl smiled and looked down at her hands, examining her fingernails, which she already knew were in perfect shape. Sirius mumbled a quick "Shut up!" to his friend, and took a step into the compartment.

"What's your name?" he asked flirtatiously. She smirked at him.

"Please, have a seat," she replied, gesturing to the bench across from her.

"Do you mind if my friends come sit as well? We're still in need for a compartment."

"Absolutely," she replied again, with a sultry smile, her tone of voice as sweet as dripping honey. The boy ran a hand through his hair.

"Does that mean, 'absolutely' you mind? Or 'absolutely' we can all come in?" he smirked back at the girl. The girl raised a hand to her mouth and yawned daintily, watching him. He stared back at her, curiously. She looked away.

Sirius looked back at the boy with glasses and shrugged. He walked into the compartment, taking the seat directly opposite the girl. She turned back and smiled at him. He smiled back, still confused by her oddly casual behavior. Usually, girls were falling over themselves by this point.

"Remus, Peter! We found a compartment!" A slightly shorter, yet lanky boy followed the boy with glasses into the room. He had mousy brown hair to his ears and looked perpetually tired. A plump boy with short dirty blonde hair followed him. His eyes were glassy and his nose was pointy. The girl looked at him curiously, wondering why the handsome boy and the two others would be seen hanging around with someone who looked so much like…a loser. He shut the door behind him.

"I'm Sirius Black." The handsome boy held his hand out across the gap to shake the beautiful girl's hand. She smiled at him broadly, with a sexy glint in her eye. She made no motion to shake his hand.

"Charmed," she purred. He held his hand out for a second longer, and then with a shrug, pulled it back. He sighed, and leaned back against the bench and retreated to looking at her curiously, with a haughty expression on his face.

"Well, I'm James Potter, and this is Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew." He pointed to each of the boys respectively as he said their names. Remus smiled bashfully at her and whispered a quiet 'hello'. Peter just grinned stupidly.

"Remus…." the girl parroted, her voice sounding like pure bells, "wasn't that a name from Greek mythology? The name of a wolf?" Remus flushed. He nodded.

"Yes it was." The girl smiled at him, and extended her soft, delicate hand.

"I like Greek mythology," she cooed. Remus shook her hand gently, and smiled more confidently.

"I was named after a constellation," the handsome boy piped up, wanting the attention of the beautiful girl, whose name none of them still had successfully retrieved.

"No you weren't. You were named after the dog star. It's not a constellation, it's just one star in the constellation of Canis Major," she stared at him, challenging him to rebuke this.

"How did you know all of that?" James asked from her left.

"How does your friend not know all of that? It is his name," she turned back to face Sirius with an amused expression, "you'd think he'd know that."

"I do know that." Sirius sat up straighter and leaned over to face the girl directly, and to stare intently into her mocking eyes. "I just wasn't sure if you did. You failed to mention the fact that the Sirius star is the brightest star in the night sky, disregarding the sun." He raised his eyebrows, challenging her.

"Ah yes. Very true," she responded, granting him this one thing, "Except for the fact that the sun isn't in the night sky, now is it, Mr. Black?" He frowned and shook his head.

"You are something else," he muttered, staring dumbfounded into her green eyes. "What's your name? You never responded to that." She smiled and looked down into her lap. She twirled her wand around with immense grace for a moment. She turned to James.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" James's eyebrows went high up in shock over the random question.

"Er-well, no, not really," he stammered.

"What about Lily?" Remus asked from the other side of James.

"Who's Lily?" the girl asked curiously.

"You're avoiding the question." Sirius drew the girl's attention back to his handsome face. "Why?" She smiled at him. His heart lurched at her beauty.

"I'm not avoiding the question. I'm just choosing not to answer right now. Is there a problem, Mr. Black?" He stared at her, with his eyes narrowed.

"Sirius," he corrected.

"I know." They stared at each other. She smiled again.

"So…?" he asked, "What is your name, then?" She looked out the window.

"Do names really matter?" She asked philosophically, staring at the raindrops running in rivulets down the glass panes. James laughed.

"Well they do if you expect anybody to remember who you are!" he chuckled. The girl turned to face him again. He swallowed as she stared at him intensely. She slid closer to him, until her thigh was pressed to the side of his.

"If I were to leave right now, would you forget me?" she purred. James breathed out raggedly.

"P-probably not." She grinned at him sexily. She turned to face Sirius.

"Would you?" He smirked at her, and then, mirroring her actions, gazed out the window.

"I might," he replied casually. He looked down to examine his nails haughtily, as she had. He gazed up at her through his eyelashes. She was smiling at him genuinely.

"I usually don't tell people my name at first, because I find that names are very repressive." She whispered in a sexy voice. Sirius looked up at her, and stared at her intently, his eyes slightly narrowed in interest.

"I'm Mona Tyler." She said, dropping her hand in the gap between herself and Sirius, expecting him to shake it. Instead, his eyes stayed glued to hers in a challenging, flirty gaze, a grin playing on his perfect lips. She smiled broadly, and laughed, withdrawing her hand.

"I like you, Sirius," she said simply. He grinned, saying nothing. She winked at him, crossed her legs, and started twirling her wand again, her eyes never leaving his.