Author's Note:

Hello all! I's my first Harry Potter fanfic, and of course, it'll be focusing on Sirius Black himself. I've always loved that little Pureblood; I mean, who doesn't? Except for people who don't appreciate money, good looks, intelligence, a sense of humor, and a good heart. Oh, enough of my fangirling. I apologize for any amateur mistakes, but I have to say, all of the chapters will be short. Short, yes. Oh, what the heck? Just try and read my little story which probably is kind of corny.

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"You idiot! Must you always be like this, Black?" Jennifer yelled loudly in the student council room at the victim of her daily rages.

The boy in question merely had a boyish grin on his face as he fingered the numerous piercings in his left ear. His face was the perfect look girls adored. His soft yet shaggy and luscious jet black hair that framed his pale, unblemished skin, the smoky grey eyes that twinkled with mischief, the exactly right angles to show off his face. His body was the same. The lean, muscled body was something girls literally drooled over, and the way his "bad boy" clothes hun on each limb as if they were crafted like that. This was Sirius Black. And the red-faced girl was seemingly taking no notice of the boy's overall perfection.

"Calm down, Jenny love," Sirius Black winked, his voice amused. "Don't get your panties in such a twist, or else you won't ever get laid."

"Shut up, you neanderthal!" Jennifer snarled, slamming her hand on the surface of the desk. "And don't call me by that childish nickname either!"

"But it suits you just fine."

"I said shut it! Now tell me a plausible reason that won't make me slaughter you of why you didn't finish your work as the fucking vice president?!"

"Because there was Sally's party over the weekend. The girls insisted I come. It would be rude if I didn't, wouldn't it?" Sirius smiled innocently.

Jennifer let out a growl of exasperation before grabbing a book and chucking it roughly at the arrogant boy. He needed to get his damn mind straight. Black and Potter always left their piling work as part of student council to the secretary— Jennifer herself— and the treasurer, Lupin, who wasn't even supposed to be doing the type of work the vice president and president were supposed to be doing. The fuckers always gave idiotic excuses that weren't even credible.

Sirius dodged the book easily with his quick reflexes he had, which contributed to practically every sport he played. He stood up abruptly and closed the distance between him and the brown-haired girl with too big glasses, unmarred skin with no traces of makeup, and of course, no whoreish clothes like the rest of the girls at the school. They were like polar opposites. Sirius was the ladies' man of Hogwarts, the most coveted bachelor of the boarding school. He was the shit. The one with the unlimited money because of his family's tycoon, the few top scorers of exams, the immeasurable good looks that made every girl swoon, and the skills of professional sports players. What bird could ask for more? He was practically the sex god of the whole of hogwarts.

On the other hand, Jennifer Clarke was the busybody of the school. She was always the one who nagged, the one who was the know-it-all. The one who dressed in plain sweaters or jackets over her drab T-shirts and always khakis that never came above her knee. The teacher's pets.

Polar opposites.

They were both in the highschool student council, and Black, along with his best friend Potter, who was quite a lot loe him, though he was pining after a certain red-headed girl, had decided that being the president and vice president were perfect boosters of their already schoolwide, and probably city-wide popularity.

That got Jennifer Clarke in a flurry of a rage. In fact, she had a grudge on them. Especially Black. The bastard had asked her out on a date in middle school, which seemed to be oh so many years ago. They were having a minor outing to the nearby department store, Hogsmeade, and the good-looking bloke had actually asked her. Of course, being the idiotic pre-teen she was as a thirteen year old, she had been ecstatic. Jennifer as a mere child had done everything she could to pretty herself up and look "good" for the all famous (even then) Sirius Black. But then, when their date arrived, the boy.. the boy hadn't even come. After hours of waiting hopefully, and looking like a stupid girl, Jennifer had to come to realize it— Sirius had stood her up.

That was probably when her hatred for the boy had began. That little seed had grown, grown into a little plant as the years of high school passed. Each little flowers of resentment, hatred, and jealousy had bloomed with every outing, dances, and events passed with Jennifer being a lonely, single girl who just couldn't get rid of her title being the annoying, nagging know-it-all. So she began to become indifferent to everything after a month of crying her heart out when she was sixteen— just last year. Jennifer became the model student to prepare everything she could for the top university in all of Britain. But then in her last year of high school, those imbeciles had to ruin everything. They had interfered in her goal to become Student Council presiden like they had done it to deliberately irritate her to the fullest. But in all honesty, Jennifer did have the desire to just gouge each of their eyes out. All except for Remus Lupin of course. He was the quiet one. The sensible, yet mischievous one. He had actually appealed to Jennifer in the years passing. She had even considered dating him one day, if it was ever possible, but she had subconsciously ruled it out since Remus was a friend of him.