Welcome, my lovelies!
I've written truly plot-thick stories but for now I just want to pump out something fun. Welcome to my new account! Here's a light Sirius Black/ Original Female Character romance fiction that I hope you all enjoy. (: Disclaimer is in the story description, but I'll restate! I do not own Harry Potter. The main OC, the secondary OC's, and any plot that I think up is all that I can take credit for. Enjoy~
-Ralby
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Prologue
Borderline Mocking: The Challenge
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I loved dress shoes. I loved it even more that it was required in the dress code to wear dress shoes. Simply because when I walked down the regal halls of Hogwarts, against the slick floors, I would clack. A grudging walk would sound a bit more stretched, and sad.
Clack… clack… clack… clack… clack… clack.
An average trot would be laid back.
Clack, clack. Clack, clack. Clack, clack.
And then there is feisty stride, which comes along with a sour or rushed mood.
Clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack.
Even the paintings cringed as I strutted down the corridors, my mouth thinned into a line. A group of girls behind me laughed as I went, only faltering when they realized that my chin was still up and my shoulders were still back. I broke into the Great Hall, moving around the students who were coming and going. I neared my destination and I finally exploded.
"I'm going to blow a gasket!" I steamed out, flopping down onto the bench next to some of my dearest friends, my hair falling into my face before I blew it back out.
"Gasket?"
"What's a gasket?"
"You idiots, don't you ever pay attention in Muggle Studies?"
"Nope, you should know us, Melody. What is it anyway-"
"-Sounds pretty dirty if you ask us."
Despite my down right grouchy mood, I let out a laugh at my bickering friends. They were the Snatchel twins, Maxim and Bexal. And then there was my best gal pal, Melody Pensic.
"A gasket is something that is used to seal another object so it doesn't leak," I explained quickly, "It can be metal, or rubber, or even rope."
"Gee thanks-"
"-Miss 'My Muggle Parents are Handy People'. Anyhow-"
"-It's not like we'll remember that. So-"
"-What's got your knickers in a knot?"
Once I had spent five years, going on the sixth full year, with the twins it was easy to keep up with their seemingly practiced twin routine. When I had first met them, however, it was a whole different story. Trying to keep up with their conversations at first was one of the most confusing situations I had dealt with. But by the beginning of the second semester in our second year I was an expert in the Snatchel Twins' language. It calmed me sometimes, their constant jumping rambles. It made me remember that it was not just me who was a tiny bit insane. I could never say the same for Melody, she found their habits rather annoying.
"Would you two cut that out?" Melody wearily asked, "But honestly Rowan, are you fine?"
My anger, which had been temporarily dismissed, flooded back. My face flushed with frustration, "If I hear one more bloody thing about that stupid bugger, heads will roll!" Each of my friends took on a different expression, but none of them looked to be even a lick surprised.
Maxim, the more joking one of the twins, laughed mockingly, "On about that git again, are we?"
Bexal, the one who actually used his brain for more than joking, shook his head with a smirk plastered in place, "I think it has less to do with HIM, and more to do with all of those drooling 'zombers', as the Muggles call them."
"Zombies!" Melody cried out, earning a few odd looks from around the Ravenclaw dinner table. Only being thrown off by the looks for a moment, Melody kept on her worried face and continued, "What's wrong Row?"
"Flesh eating monsters that were the creations of an eccentric Muggle. They write stories about them and such," I clarified once more to the twins, who rolled their eyes, before seething toward Melody, "And it's those damned fan girls who prance around after that boy! Why can't I be the only sane girl without being badgered for it?" Melody looked at my sympathetically while the twins snickered.
"I don't know Rowan, he's pretty attractive," Bexal sighed dramatically, obviously dripping with sarcasm.
"What wouldn't I do to have him in my pants?" Maxim winked before swooning theatrically.
I slapped up some mashed potatoes from the dish before me, placing it on my plate before leaning over the table to whack them both over the head, "I'm not amused right now boys. Unless you want to risk the measly safety of your sugar quills, I suggest you refrain from taking a shat where you sleep. Now shush."
They both leaned back with puckered mouths, muttering something incoherent.
Melody eyed me as I stabbed my fork into a slice of turkey, cutting it viciously, "What happened?" Melody, even though she was easily irritable, acted more like a Hufflepuff than anything.
While we're at it, let me explain one more thing. The four of us made up a little group of friends and we called ourselves the Founders. It kind of stuck one day while we were in the Study Hall passing notes. Maxim Snatchel was the most brave out of us, so he was dubbed the Gryffindor of us. Bexal Snatchel was the most slick of us, the most cunning of us if you will. So he was the Slytherin of our group. Melody Pensic, an understanding and morally correct young woman, was the Hufflepuff of the group.
And then there was me. Rowan Robigam. I was pretty sure that the only reason that I was the Ravenclaw of the group was because my name is so similar to the Ravenclaw founder, Rowena. Then again, there was always my constantly running mind, always full of useless information.
The most humorous thing about these facts was that we were all Ravenclaw students. We weren't even half as popular as the Marauders, the pranksters of our school, but people knew us and knew our name. We were referred to as The Founders by several students, and the number of people who called us that only increased as the years went by and the first years became a part of the Hogwarts population. They didn't understand what it meant of course.
To answer Melody, I launched on, "You know how girls get, once they hear that you don't agree with them, they jump on your back and-"
Just as I was about to get into my story, Maxim butted in, "And ravished you?"
Bexal added, "Oo, la la!"
Before either of them could move, Melody had stomped on their feet, jumbling the table slightly. They both hissed and went back to being quiet.
"Continue?" Melody insisted pleasantly.
"It's been four years since that party where I told ONE girl that I just didn't find him at all enticing, and it's been four years of torture from his little fan club! He's a pompous, egotistic, arse! He uses women like one uses toilet tissue! Now, I can live with people thinking that I'm stupid and that I have bad taste in guys. But only if they can keep it to themselves! This is driving me up the wall because they voice their snide little opinions TO me, with their pig nostrils stuck into the air! Day in and day out, I have some girls giggling behind their hands at me, other girls glaring at me, and other girls still who confront me. Someone is going to lose their ovaries at this rate, I swear to Merlin!" I paused to take a drink of pumpkin juice, "This group of girls took all of my text books and shredded them, then tossed them down the Grand Staircase from the seventh floor."
Melody gasped, "What?"
"You heard correct," I sneered, picking up my bag and placing it on the table, flipping it open. Inside were the remainders of what had been my books and parchment, "I'm not worried much. I just summoned all of it up and I plan on booking it to the library first thing in the morning to find a spell that will put it all back together."
Bexal slammed his fist on the table, "And you just let this happen? What were you doing?"
"What do you think?" I snapped, "I was trying to get my bag back, I didn't even realize that they had my books!" I took a deep breath, "I just don't get it, we aren't in second or even third year anymore. Why can't people grow up? I mean, I'm not crazy to think that he's not that amazing, right? I'm not the only girl who thinks that… right?"
Melody bit her lip, "Well…"
I groaned and face palmed, "No! Not you too!"
"I mean- it's just that- Sirius Black is bloody brill! He has decent enough grades and the looks to make a… Should I shut up now?"
"Please do," Bexal coughed, "You're making us ill-"
"-And Rowan is looking pretty green too," Maxim added.
It didn't make sense to me, who could possibly be attracted to him?
"Everyone liked him at some point Row," Melody pleaded.
"Not me!" I exclaimed, "Not before, not now, not ever!"
Cackling, the twins looked to each other. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end and I darted my head to the twins, who were grinning their little arses off.
"Oh really?" Maxim acquired.
"Yes really," I calmly replied, gulping down a snide tone.
"Then we propose an experiment," Bexal said, folding his hands on the table, like the sly piece of shat that he is, "YOU are going to become Black's stalker."
"WHAT-" I snapped my mouth shut, my eyes narrowed, "Stalker? Someone who prowls or sneaks about?" I thought about it, "Explain."
"This'll prove that you aren't in any way attracted to him and that you'll never be attracted to him," Maxim reasoned.
"Right. You just need to be… a secret admirer of sorts. If you can seduce him into being interested, without letting on to who you are and you still stay true to not liking him, then you have proved yourself," Bexal explained.
Seemed simple enough, "Alright. Sounds good. But what's the catch?"
Melody groaned, "Rowan, don't do this, you KNOW you're going to lose."
I frowned, deeply offended, "What's that supposed to mean? I have will power! Besides, Black has no appeal to me. At. All."
"No, I didn't, you see, I'm sorry, but…" Melody desperately tried to get out an excuse or an explanation, but didn't really seem to come up with anything.
"Melody's babble aside," I interrupted, "What's the catch."
"Don't say I didn't warn you!" Melody interjected dejectedly before slouching.
I ignored her; my pride was on the line.
"If-"
"-And when-"
"-You fall for Sirius Black…"
They both paused, and I can almost guarantee that it was for dramatic affect.
"…You will owe us big time. This summer you'll be driving us around all of Britain in that Muggle thing-"
"-That, what's it called? Oh yes, an auyomobil," Maxim said as his twin nodded smugly. Oh, they just loved being Purebloods with a Muggleborn best friend.
I stared at them, "You mean automobile. But I won't lose, so what do I get when I win?"
"We'll write all of your Charms essays for the first semester of school in our seventh year, if-"
"-And ONLY if, you can keep from falling for him. The last day will be the last day of our sixth year."
I nodded. I was an almost perfect student, but writing essays for charms was such a bore, "We have a deal."
And then we shook on it. First I grabbed Maxim's hand, taking in his wide grin. And then I took up Bexal's hand, sticking out my tongue at his smug smirk. Melody sighed deeply with a barely audible mutter over the innocent clattering of the students around us, "It's your funeral."
I glanced over to the Gryffindor table, easily finding the Marauders. They were jollily chatting, roughhousing, and shoving food into their mouths. Typical boys, they were. And I thought that Sirius Black would be as easy to manipulate as any other guy would be. And I had a lot of practice with manipulating boys. Several of them had come and gone over the course of the last five years. Three boyfriends, two 'lovers', and six admirers. Not much compared to Melody's record of eleven boyfriends, plenty of 'lovers' that I didn't bother to keep track of, and more admires than I could count on my fingers and toes.
Sure, it sounds as if Melody and I were getting around. But in a social environment like Hogwarts, everyone was experimenting and trying on each other for size. In comparison Mel and I were holy, we both kept our V cards intact that far. Not to say that everyone was shedding clothing left and right and shacking up for a quick shag, but we had relatively clean stories compared to some of the gossip flying around. In our eyes a lover was anyone who we did anything more than snuggle with who had yet to be titled a boyfriend officially. And through and through Melody and I kept our romance lives as private from the public as possible.
The same couldn't be said for Sirius Black. Everyone knew who he was with, how long he was with them, and how far he had gone with them. Sometimes I thought he was planning on being with every single decent looking girl who wasn't too young at least once in his Hogwarts career. In any case, stalkers were no uncommon to Black. However, I doubt that any of them had been as clever or as mysterious as I planned to be. To a boy who believed that he knew everything that there was to know about girls and thought that he could get any one of them to fall at his feet, I knew what sort of stalking admirer would be his weakness.
I grinned, "This is going to be too easy."
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