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Oh, how I love JK Rowling. Harry Potter's all hers.

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"Oh Donne, you can't possibly hate me!," Sirius insisted for the five hundred millionth time a week later. It seemed he had become rather adept at finding me between classes and pestering me with his persistent proclamations. I sighed and continued walking toward the Gryffindor tower, hoping I would lose him on the way.. Maybe he'd get distracted by one of his chums, or a pretty girl.. Something shiny on the floor might've even gotten him off my tail. He seemed the type to get distracted by shiny things.

"Donne!," he exclaimed again. I scrunched up my face in annoyance and stopped walking, turning and facing him.

"I don't like it anymore than Lily does, Black," I said, referring to his affinity to calling me by my last name.

"Magdalene," he amended, catching up with me and standing in front of me, "You don't hate me."

I sighed defeatedly. The more I thought about it in the past week, the more I realized that he was right. I didn't hate him. I just didn't particularly like him either.. and he most definitely was a stupid, womanizing, arrogant, fat-headed pain in the neck. I looked up at him, observing from my position about seven inches below him and silently cursed being short; it took away from my ability to intimidate. I narrowed my eyes, resigned myself and agreed, "No, I don't."

He looked momentarily shocked before a wide grin slowly spread across his face. Ugh, there it was again!

"I knew it!," he said happily.

"I don't hate you, Black," I said, "But that doesn't mean I have any reason to like you either. I mean, honestly, all you've done for the past week is annoy me to near insanity!"

He remained undeterred as he met my hazel eyes and quirked his eyebrows, "First of all, I think that if I have the courtesy to call you by your first name, you could do the same for me."

I wrinkled my nose in distaste and said, "Maybe, Black."

He continued on grinning, draping an arm around my shoulders and turning me around so we were walking back toward the tower again. I frowned lightly at the glares I was receiving from several girls I had never even spoken to before. I squirmed out from under his arm, not failing to note that he smelled lovely. I shooed the realization away, tucking it into the filing cabinet of useless Sirius observations, as I inwardly groaned. I liked my invisibility and here he was ruining it because he thought it was fun to bother me. How rude.

"Now you're just being mean, Black," I hissed, speeding up and walking ahead of him, not bothering to explain myself.

"Wait.. What?," he said, catching up in a few long strides.

"Do you want me killed? What did I ever do to you?!," I exclaimed, frustrated, as we stopped in front of the portrait hole to the Gryffindor common room. He muttered the password, looking lost.

"What?," he asked me as we entered.

"Oh Black, just leave me alone. I've had enough of you for today," I groaned, heading quickly toward the staircase for the girl's dormitories.

"Lynnnnnn," he whined. His use of a nickname (one I'd yet to hear from anyone else) stopped me in my tracks and made me turn around. What was he doing? Why didn't he just go away and move on with his life? Obviously, I was impervious to his notorious charm. He faked a frown, screwing up his face in an effort to make himself look as pathetic and pitiable as possible, resulting in him also looking endearingly adorable, and I rolled my eyes, feeling slightly guilty. Even though I knew it was just an act to get me to hang around so he could bug me some more, I hated when I was the cause for someone else's sadness or displeasure.

"I can only stand you in small doses," I sighed, dropping my bags at the bottom of the stairs and sidling over to the couch.

"Excellent. Well, how much time do I get today?," he asked excitedly, sitting down on the opposite end of the couch and grinning. UGH! That grin!

"You only get half an hour. I've already had more than enough of you on the way here," I said, smirking.

"Okay, thirty minutes it is. That's better than nothing."

It really was impossible to dishearten him.

"What did you mean earlier? When you said you didn't have any reason to like me?," he asked, looking genuinely stumped. I sighed.

"I mean.. Look at me! I'm Sirius bleedin' Black," he joked on enthusiastically, gesturing exaggeratedly to his face. Wow, we hadn't even made it halfway to my thirty minute mark and I was already regretting giving him the time of day. I smirked, amused nonetheless.

"Arrogance is not a good look on you," I commented, turning and putting my feet on the couch so I was facing him completely. Oh, what a lie. Pretty much everything was a good look on The Sirius Black. He could probably dress in drag - sequined cocktail dress, bright red lipstick and all - and still get all the girls to fall at his feet.

"Are you kidding me? Everything looks good on me," he laughed, voicing my previous thought. I shook my head, smiling. It was all good and fun, but it was apparent that Sirius Black did, indeed, think very highly of himself.

"I think you'd look good on me, too," he teased, wagging his eyebrows suggestively.

The smile dropped completely from my face. I, Magdalene Donne, was most definitely not another common stroppy cow who would hang on his every word and be reduced to a puddle when he glanced my way! I would not become one of his many fleeting escapades; I had much more self-respect than that. I narrowed my eyes at him and fingered one of my earrings before removing it from my ear. I flicked it at his stupidly gorgeous and amusedly dumbfounded face. It hit him square in the forehead. Shiny thing, hmph, that ought to keep him distracted long enough for me to make my escape.

Just as I expected, I had made it safely into the 6th year girl's dormitory before I heard him say, "Did she just.. throw her earring at me?" just as the door was closing.

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Author's Note:
I'm contemplating abandoning this story..