Author's Note: Ladedaaa. This chapter is pretty tame. But I mean, you need some back story before I plunge you, my dear reader, into the heart of lusty darkness. Okay, so you don't need back story at all. Buuut I want to give it to you.

If you, the reader, have an ideas or requests for things you want to happen in the story, feel free to message or review me with them. Jasmin's pretty much a free spirit so any pairings you'd like to see or hilarious events or anything of the sort, feel free to suggest. I can almost promise I can find a way to incorporate them into the story.

This chapter happened today because my George, Incalescent, and I had a writing party at her house. You should probably go read her story, Lioness Unbridled. It's the shit.


James seemed startled by my entrance, but I didn't read any warning emotions, like annoyance or irritation, on his face. His devilishly attractive face.

"Erm, hi. Jasmin. It's nice to meet you." I caught his eyes making a quick break for my chest before flying back to my face. Got you.

The thing about boys is, they all have relatively the same buttons. Sure, a few of them like to be treated like they don't and even more of them like to think that they don't. But those personality features are only important when love is involved.

When it comes to lust, I've found most boys can be intrigued by a few standard advances.

"I don't know if you'd remember me or have seen me around. I'm a sixth year, and in Slytherin."

He was quiet for a moment, probably racking his brain for previous interactions between the two of us. I honestly couldn't say that we'd had any. Other than, you know, me voyeuristically creeping on him with his sexy girlfriend.

"Yeah," he finally said. "I've definitely seen you around. You're in Slytherin?"

I nodded. "I hope that's not a problem. I don't mind if you're in Gryffindor. I think house rivalries are just so unnecessarily dramatic." And kept me from easily flirting with a significant portion of the student body.

I was scooting closer to him in that simultaneously subtle and obvious way. If either of us looked down there would be obviously less space between us, but the practiced process of decreasing that space without drawing attention to it was a subtle trick by yours truly. My technique aside, James was noticing and he wasn't pulling away. Progress.

"Well, it depends. House rivalry exists because people within the houses don't get along. I don't get along with certain Slytherins because they happen to be sniveling, girlfriend eyeing scumbags. You don't fall under that category, do you?" He asked, turning his face towards mine.

Wasn't that a funny question? I could tell him that half of that description was true; I was totally eyeing his girlfriend. But there would be no fun in that. Then again I didn't necessarily want to lie to him. I might be a lot of things, but I wasn't a liar.

"I don't know," I finally told him as I casual brushed my long hair away from my face. "Lily's a very pretty lady."

He laughed good-naturedly and smiled at me. I resisted the urge to bite my lower lip. God he was cute. And his face was so close to mine. It'd be so delightfully easy to just lean in and kiss him. Run my fingers through his hair.

Steady girl.

"So how can I help you, Jasmin? Or were you just interested in telling me how cute my girlfriend is?" James's question pulled me out of my fantasy.

"Actually, you can help me, James." I boldly slid next to him and placed my hand on his thigh, keeping eye contact as I did. I could feel his skin heat up under my touch and I saw his eyes glance down a few times, but he didn't retract.

"Can I now?" His voice was lower, rougher.

Reciprocated flirting. Check.

"I'm getting ready for my Transmogrification N.E.W.T.S. and I'm a little nervous. I've been asking around and everyone says that's kind of your area of expertise. And I know you already took the sixth year tests. I was wondering if you'd maybe want to be my tutor."

Here's the deal. I'm not bad at Transmogrification. I don't need a tutor. I get good marks, really good marks if you want to hear me brag. But, I get them quietly. I stay under the radar. Know why? Because smart girls get nothing but negative attention and nerds.

Don't get me wrong, I love nerds. Underappreciated boys know something about worshiping a girl. But I want to be able to cruise any clique and I can't do that if my brain intimidates people.

James laughed in what sounded like disbelief. "If you're looking for a tutor you probably came to the wrong boy. I get good enough marks, but I know nothing about helping others. Lily on the other hand—"

"Can charm the pants off a virgin, so I've been told," I cut in. "I need someone that can show me how to turn a cat into a mouse and back again."

"Then maybe you'd want to talk to Remus Lupin. He's a good friend of mine."

I took my hand of his leg and propped myself up to sit on my knees. I steadied myself by putting both of my hands on the ground and leaned in close to James. This was going to work. He was going to say yes.

"I know about Lupin," I said intently. "He's good at lots of things, but not particularly great at anything. I want only the best. That's you, James."

He flushed at the compliment, as I had predicted he would. Letting out a stream of air, he ran his fingers through his untamable hair.

"You know last week I did turn a mouse into a muffin that was good enough to eat."

My breath almost caught in my throat. "Then you're my man. I need to get to class, but I'll be in touch."

Placing my hand back on his thigh, I squeezed as I pushed myself up. As I passed his face I quickly planted a kiss on his cheek before speeding up in the opposite direction. I looked over the grounds a few times but still didn't see Lily anywhere.

I made sure my hips were doing their typical sway and grind as I walked away, fairly confident James would be watching. I could turn around to check but then I risked that whole eye contact thing. I didn't want him looking into my eyes and getting embarrassed and turning away. I wanted him staring at my ass the whole time.

I was busy making my speedy getaway when I was abruptly intercepted. In front of me stood a very tall, very dark, very handsome Sirius Black. Read: Gorgeous, popular, riotous, mysterious seventh year.

So maybe I'm a fan.

Sirius was staring down at me with laughter shimmering in his eyes. His mouth was drawn back in a smirk and he had one eyebrow cocked in curiosity.

"Well, aren't you trouble?" he asked.