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"Are you really sure we should do this?" said Peter "It's a Slytherin party, after all." Peter, Sirius, James, and Remus were all getting ready to gate crash a party that the Slytherins held every year the night before the students went home for the summer. "Stop worrying so much, Peter." James told his friend "It's not like there won't be other houses there. We will just hang out with the students from Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff." "It's a masquerade, they won't even know we are from Gryffindor" cut in Sirius as he adjusted his mask. "Even if they did know it was us, what can they do? The party is out by the lake" Remus said in his attempt to get Peter to stop worrying, "last I checked Gryffindors were allowed to be out by the lake regardless of who is holding a party." "You guys still aren't ready?" said James re-entering the room. He had left while they were talking. "Come on, invited or not, it's rude to be too late for a party."
Chantelle and Bree were sitting in the second floor bathroom getting ready for the party. Normally they would have gotten ready in their dorms, but Bree needed help with her hair and because they were from different houses they decided just to use the bathrooms. Chantelle had long black hair that was down tonight for the party but was almost always pulled back into a ponytail, dark eyes, and was built to play Quidditch. Even though she may not have looked stronger than the average girl, Chantelle was easily the best beater in the school no matter who you asked. Chantelle played beater on the Slytherin Quidditch team and was probably the only reason that Slytherin won as many games as they did. Bree had honey blond hair that went just past her shoulders and was normally styled into two braids, but had been tied into a loose bun for tonight. Bree was Hufflepuff, shorter than Chantelle by almost a head, and a little too chesty for her height. Chantelle joked that she was going to fall over from the extra weight. Just as Chantelle put the finishing touches on Bree's hair the bathroom door opened and Abby can strolling in. "Hey, Abby" greeted Chantelle, "Do you plan on going to the party tonight?" "Of course, Eric is going to be there" stated Abby, like it was common knowledge. Abby had short curly, black hair and bright blue eyes. "I thought you two broke up?" questioned Chantelle. Chantelle didn't know Abby that well, but it was a small school, and from what Chantelle heard, they had a bad break up. "We did. Which is exactly why I need to go to this party" said Abby, "Once he sees me in this," said Abby motioning to her small, bright blue dress that matched her eyes, "there is no way he won't take me back." Chantelle rolled her eyes. She never understood why girls wasted there time chasing boys who dumped them, Abby said Chantelle just didn't get it because she didn't know what true love was and she would understand one day when she was the dumped instead of the dumper. Abby had dated Eric Sean for eight months this school year, until he dumped her last month because it wasn't working for him. In other words, he was going to the Caribbean over the summer and didn't want to be tied down by a girlfriend. "There," said Chantelle, "your hair is all done. Now all you need is your mask." Chantelle said as she reached into her bag for their masks.
The boys had finished getting ready and were making their way down to the lake where the party was being held. "The Slytherins had really out done themselves this year" said Remus, "so much work into something that has to be taken apart tomorrow." The party could be seen almost the second you stepped out of the castle doors. Over the lake the Slytherins had set up a large platform for dancing to float in the middle of the lake. The platform had a large gazebo cover and railing surrounding it to prevent students from falling off. For those who didn't want to dance small tables had been set up along the shore facing the gazebo, all lighted by orbs of light that floated around the dance floor and tables. "No!" said James, "Bonk on the nose! Nothing the Slytherins do is nice, ever!" "Okay, I was just simply saying that the party looked nicer this year than it has the last few years." Remus said, defending himself. "No. I don't care what your excuse is; you don't complement the slime balls that call themselves Slytherins." James replied. "Stop fighting you two." Sirius stepped in, "Let's just go already."
Chantelle and Bree ended up walking to the party with Abby. Bree and Abby talked a little as they walked across the grounds, but their walk was most filled with silence. "Oh, look!" said Abby when they got close to the party, "There's Eric! I am going to go see him, I guess I will talk to you guys later." She finished as she bounced off to go show Eric her dress. "Poor girl," Chantelle said to fill the silence, "she really seems to miss him. What is she going to do if he won't take her back?" questioned Chantelle. "It will probably be a long summer for her," said Bree in response to Chantelle's question. "Do you want to go take a seat at the tables?" said Bree, asking a question of her own. "Why not, it doesn't look like too many people are here yet. No one I know anyway, except Malfoy and heaven knows I don't want to talk to him." Chantelle said. Malfoy had been chasing Chantelle for as long as she could remember. Everyone, or at least all the Slytherins, felt they would make a perfect couple. Chantelle came from a long line of Slytherins and had purer blood they almost anyone. Malfoy was the same, he came from a long line of purebloods and because both Malfoy and Chantelle were direct descendents, they weren't related. Sure somewhere Chantelle probably had a second cousin married to Malfoy's Great Uncle twice removed, but they still didn't share any blood. "Have you every even given him a chance?" asked Bree "No. And I don't plan to." Said Chantelle, taking a drink from a passing waiter, "I just don't see why not, I mean how can you know it isn't going to work if you have never dated him." Bree said, taking her own drink. "You don't have to date him to know he is self centered, always bragging, he doesn't care about other people. He thinks he is better than everyone because his blood is purer, or he is richer, or his dad has ties with the Ministry of Magic so he can do whatever he wants. He needs to get over himself." Said Chantelle, Bree could tell she was getting annoyed and decided to change the subject. "The party looks nice this year, nicer than it did last year." Bree said, looking over at the beautiful dance floor. "That's because Crab's dad paid this year, and after the fight Crab and Malfoy got into, he had to make the party better than Malfoy's last year.," said Chantelle.
By the time the boys had made their way down to the party, having to stop Peter from trying to go back a few times, the number of guests had doubled. The group decided to take a seat at a table with all the Ravenclaw fourth years on one side of them and a pair of girls that still had their masks on to their left side. The boys had, of course, left their masks on to avoid causing problems, but that didn't stop everyone from noticing them. Malfoy had seen a group of four boys walking up to the party while he was walking to the party himself, and he really didn't give it much thought until he heard one of them speak. "I think I forgot to do my Astronomy essay," said one of them nervously, "yes, I better skip the party and return to the castle to finish my essay." "You aren't going anywhere, Peter. You know as well as I do you finished that essay, now stopping worrying so much. Nobody is going to know it is us, just have a good time" said the more recognizable voice of Sirius Black. After hearing this, Malfoy ran off to the gazebo to find Crab.
Even though Malfoy and Crab had a fight over who should throw the party this year, they had gotten back on speaking terms after a few days. Anyway, Malfoy had no choice but to see Crab, because it was Crab's party he had to throw the Gryffindors out himself or order for them to be thrown out. Malfoy found Crab dancing with some girl on the gazebo. "Crab" said Malfoy tapping on his shoulder. "What do you need Malfoy?," said Crab turning to face Malfoy as his partner went to find someone else to dance with, "Now that you've lost me my girl it better be good!," Crab warned. "Its Potter," said Malfoy, "I just saw him and his mates walking towards the party to gate crash. They should be here by now." Malfoy said, turning to look for the trouble makers he had seen earlier. "There they are now," he said pointing them out to Crab. "Did they actually say they planned on causing problems?" questioned Crab "Well, no. They just said they planned on going to the party," said Malfoy quietly, "but they're Gryffindors! And this is a Slytherin party, they shouldn't be here," Malfoy said trying to get Crab to see his side of the argument. "Listen I don't see why they can't stay," said Crab, "Let's wait and see what they have planned before kicking them out."
Chantelle and Bree had were sitting at their table talking about random things going on in their life, homework, Quidditch games, etc. Watching the party fill as more and more guests made their way either to the tables or out on the gazebo. They watched Abby go up and ask Eric for a dance but he politely turned her down, and she went to dance with someone else as part of her feeble attempt to make him jealous. Just as Chantelle had finished recapping how she felt she did on her DADA final for Bree a group of boys who looked about the same age as Chantelle and Bree came up and took a table to their side. "Who do you think they are?" said Bree, looking over at the four boys who had just sat down, "They aren't from my house." "I don't, know. Ravenclaws maybe? They aren't from my house." Chantelle replied. Bree looked over at the dance floor, appearing to be counting people with her fingers, "Can't be, four out of five Ravenclaw boys our age are on the floor, there are too many of them" said Bree, "You don't think they could be Gryffindors?" "I don't think a Gryffindor would dare come to a Slytherin party, unless… you don't think it could be Potter and his bunch?" said Chantelle taking a second look at the new comers, she heard one of the boys talk to another. "See, it's not so bad now that here, is it Peter?" That voice definitely belonged to Sirius Black. She had heard it when playing Quidditch with him; he had a very recognizable voice. "Your right!" said Bree, also picking up Sirius's voice, "That is definitely Black, but what would they be doing here?" "Most likely gate crashing…or playing a prank, let's wait and see what they do," said Chantelle turning her back to the boys to face Bree again.
It was only a matter of minutes after sitting down before a pair of Hufflepuffs walked by their table. "Now if you excuse me," said James as he got up from his chair, "I have a Hufflepuff to go dazzle." James walked off to ask one of the passing Hufflepuffs to dance. "Well, I wouldn't want her friend to be lonely," said Remus getting up to follow James. Normally it would have been Sirius that was first to find a girl, but as they were sitting down Sirius notice a black haired girl sitting at the table next to him. Although he couldn't tell who she was underneath her mask, he wouldn't mind finding out who she was."Are you going to dance?" asked Sirius, "I don't know, I guess if I see a girl I want to ask." Peter replied. Sirius knew that if it was up to Peter, Peter would spend the whole night sitting at the table watching his friends dance. He was just too shy around girls. "See that girl over there Peter?" said Sirius, pointing to the girl next to the black haired girl, "I dare you to go ask her to dance." Peter looked hesitant, as shy as he was around girls, Peter never backed down from a dare. He knew that if he did back down he would be called a chicken, and he hated that. Last time it took his friends over a month to stop calling him a chicken. "Okay, I guess." Said Peter as he got up from his chair and walked over to the table where the girls were sitting. Sirius could hear Peter ask the girl to dance, at first Sirius didn't think she would go, but her friend told her to. After Peter and the girl with honey blond haired girl got up and left to dance Sirius took his chance. Quickly Sirius walked over to the table where the black haired girl was now sitting alone and took a seat next to her.
Chantelle and Bree had just gotten back to their discussion on finals when two of the boys had gotten up to dance with a couple of girls Bree shared a dorm with. "I think that was Potter and Lupin that just left," said Bree. Chantelle had told Bree to tell her what the boys were doing because she had her back to them and didn't want to keep looking around because she was afraid they would notice. "So what, that leaves Black and the mousey one?" said Chantelle, "You mean Pettigrew?" said Bree, "Wait Pettigrew, or the mousey one, is walking over here now." "What!" said a both surprised and wondering Chantelle, "What do you think he needs?" asked Chantelle, "I don't know, maybe he wants a dance," Bree smiled at this thought, not that she had a crush on Peter, she just loved being asked to dance at parties and Peter wasn't too tall that he would over tower her, "You can't honestly be thinking of dancing with him? I guess if you want to….," trailed of Chantelle. "Would you like to dance?" Peter asked Bree, when he made it to their table. Bree looked over at Chantelle with questioning eyes, "You should go," said Chantelle to her friend, "have fun," Chantelle watched her friend take the bridge onto the floating dance floor. Chantelle looked around; thinking about going and sitting with other people or finding someone to dance with when she noticed Sirius walking up to her table. Chantelle figure that Sirius couldn't tell who she was or he wouldn't be walking towards her table. Chantelle personally never had anything against Sirius, he was good looking and even though some of the pranks he pulled were mean, they were still pretty funny. In fact, if he hadn't been a Gryffindor, she might have even considered dating him. But because Sirius was Gryffindor and they played on rival Quidditch teams Chantelle and Sirius would never be friends, let alone date. It was an unspoken a rule that Gryffindors and Slytherins could not be friends. Because of this unspoken rule Chantelle and Sirius had never gotten close, but they had spent some time together at parties. Chantelle's mom was always invited to the parties held at the Black manor, being a Slytherin and dark arts supporter, and sometimes would bring Chantelle. The few times they had spent together hadn't made them friends; it just gave them a general understanding of each other. When they were around friends they always acted liked they hated each other as all Gryffindors and Slytherins do, but the very few times they had ran into each other alone when walking down halls they just left each other alone, not being nice, but not really talking either.
Sirius walked over to where the black haired girl. "Do you mind if I sit with you?" asked Sirius, gesturing at the seat next to the girl, "Not at all, help yourself." said the girl. She seemed familiar, but Sirius couldn't think of where he had seen her before. "Thanks. I'm Sirius, by the way," said Sirius, introducing himself. "It's hard not to recognize you, Sirius." said the girl, "You are quite well known, after all. What's a Gryffindor doing at a Slytherin party, anyway?" "My friends and I are gate crashing," stating Sirius. He wasn't sure why he told her that, if a Slytherin had been walking pass he risked him and his friends getting thrown out. "Would you like to dance?" Sirius asked the girl, he had noticed her eyes were the darkest he had ever seen on a human. "I am no good at dancing, but I am sick of sitting here. Come walk with me," said the girl. Sirius got up and followed the girl.
Chantelle was lying through her nose. To tell the truth, Chantelle was a very good dancer; she just wanted to spend some time talking to Sirius before he found out who she was. Getting up, Chantelle figure d they would just walk alone the shore, away from the gazebo so that people wouldn't see them. "You never told me your name," said Sirius. So he didn't know that he was talking to Chantelle, "It's unimportant," replied Chantelle, knowing as soon as he knew her name he would leave. "I highly doubt it's unimportant," said Sirius, "Tell you what, let's play twenty questions, and if you know who I am by the end of the game then my name is important." said Chantelle. "Okay, are you in the same grade as me?" asked Sirius "Yes, next question," replied Chantelle. "Are you in the same house as me?" Sirius was trying to think of question that would let him know who she was. "No." Chantelle smiled at this one, "Don't you think you would recognize a girl from your own house, Sirius?" Chantelle questioned, "Just making sure," said Sirius. And so the next thrity minutes past; No, she did not magically change her hair color for the party, yes, she loved Quidditch, yes, he would know who she was if she wasn't wearing a mask. And on and on. After a half hour had pasted Chantelle was surprised they had only reached the old fire pit; they must have been walking really slow. Sometime students would come down at night and have parties sitting around the fire pit on wash up river logs for from the lake. Chantelle walked up and sat on the biggest log backwards, so she faced the lake rather than the unlit fire pit. Chantelle motioned for Sirius to come sit by her, and he willingly obeyed. "Yes, I currently attend Hogwarts and have all year," said Chantelle in response to Sirius's last question. "You know, I really can't figure you out. We have gone to school together all year, probably longer than that, you haven't changed your appearance at all and yet I still can't figure out who you are. It's amazing how one little mask," said Sirius as he brushed part of her hair behind Chantelle's ear to show the full mask, "can make such a difference." Sirius looked at her for a minute, "Won't you tell me who you are?" asked Sirius. Chantelle looked at Sirius thinking over his questioned. It wasn't hard for someone to fall for Sirius's charm after spending time with him, as he had proven over and over in all the girls he charmed. "Let me do one think first," Chantelle said and, knowing any relation Sirius and her had would be over the second he learned who she was, Chantelle closed the distance between herself and Sirius and kissed him. Chantelle intertwined her fingers in his hair and could tell he was surprised, but it didn't take more than a few seconds before Sirius was kissing her back, intertwining his fingers in her hair with his other hand around her waist pulling her closer. Normally Chantelle wouldn't have behaved so impulsively, but it was the last day of school and probably the only chance Chantelle would ever have. When they finally pulled apart, Chantelle reached up with one hand and pull the string that held on her mask.
Thanks for reading! If you want to read more Sirius/Chantelle checkout my other story, Who You Needed Most. All reviews are welcome; I'll only become a better writer if you tell me what I am doing wrong! Also when James says "Bonk on the nose" he is making a dog joke. When dogs are bad you are suppose to "bonk" them on the nose.