Emily woke up in the morning completely awake as always. She looked at her clock: 5:30, the perfect time to get up. Despite her roommates' habits of sleeping for as long as possible, then skipping breakfast, she loved to get up early in the morning and go for a short jog around the lake.

Kristy hated her for this. Sleeping on average nine hours a day, she wished that she too was able to maintain such a perky attitude without any sleep. This past night Kristy had gotten a pathetic three hours. Not even a cup of the grossest, strongest coffee ever could make that seem adequate.

After pulling on a pair on navy blue soffee shorts and a sky blue camisole, Emily headed down the staircase. As she walked through the seemingly empty common room, a mass of black robes jumped out at her, grabbed her from behind and dragged her out of the portrait hole into the nearest empty classroom.

Judging by the size of his hand, Emily knew that her captor was a male. Her heart jolted. What could a boy with hands that size do to her? Just about anything possible.

Emily bit her captor's hand in a desperate attempt at escaping. This simple action caused him to remove his hand immediately. As Emily turned to look at him, her panic stricken face relaxed: It was only Sirius.

"Jesus, Sirius!" she screamed at him, "You nearly gave me a heart attack!"

"Well I wanted to talk to you," he simply replied.

"And you couldn't just ask me if I wanted to talk?" she returned with a scowl.

"Of course not," Sirius answered as if that suggestion was crazy.

"Well want did you want?" she asked moodily.

"I was going to tell you that you were right."

"Well of course I was," she replied, her confidence quickly turning to confusion, "And what was I right about, again?"

"About Kristy. She likes that bastard, Lucius."

"Obviously."

"So what are we going to do about it?" Sirius sat down on top of a desk, thinking.

"What do you mean 'we'?" Emily asked raising her eyebrows, "I'm not doing anything. I'm staying out of this."

"No, you and I are going to come up with a plan so that Kristy doesn't end up with that ass."

"Because you want her with another ass," Emily mumbled angrily to herself.

"What was that?"

"Nothing, listen, she will never be with him because she is a Gryffindor muggleborn and he is a Slytherin jackass. He hates muggleborns. Why would he want to do anything with her? So don't worry about it because it will never happen and Kristy will see how much of an ass he is and stop chasing after him."

"I guess you're right."

"Duh. So can I go now?"

"Sure, whatever."

Sirius watched as she walked out of the room. He wanted to believe her. He wanted to believe that everything that she had just said would happen and Lucius would never like Kristy and everything would be perfect. But something told him that it wasn't going to be that easy. He shook this thought from his head as he walked down to breakfast. It would be fine. Everything was going to be just fine.

xXx

At lunch time, Kristy walked down to the Great Hall with Rayanne when something made that notion rather difficult. A large crowd was blocking the hallway and there wasn't any way to get through.

"What the heck?" Rayanne exclaimed. "So, do you want to go around?"

"Going around would take way too long." Kristy replied, quickly assessing the situation. "Lunch will be over by then. Besides, I kind of want to see what's happening."

As they pushed to the front of the crowd, they saw what the crowd was watching: Sirius had old Snivillus Snape in a headlock on the ground. Both wands lay forgotten beside them. Within a few seconds, several Prefects came to pull the two boys apart.

"One of these days, Black," Snape exclaimed, "One of these days you will get what's coming to you!" And with that he marched off proudly, all dignity lost in the crimson blood running from his nose.

"Alrighty then," Kristy said slowly, "I think we can go to lunch now."

"You know, I really hate that Snivillus," Sirius exclaimed catching up to them. "Every time I see him I want to punch his face in."

"What were you fighting about this time?" Rayanne asked laughing a little. For reasons unknown, she thought that beating people up was rather hilarious.

"Oh nothing. It was just him being stupid again," Sirius replied nonchalantly, "He was making fun of Gryffindors and I casually told him to stop while giving him a swift kick in the ass."

xXx

Snape strutted down to the Slytherin dungeons, still thick with hate after his fight. As the wall opened to allow him through, Snape noticed that the only person in the room coincidentally happened to be the one person who he had been looking for: Lucius Malfoy.

"Malfoy," Snape called, "I have some information which you may enjoy very much."

"Don't waste my time, Snape," Lucius drawled, "I have little use for any information you have."

"It does concern a certain person who you have been seeking revenge against for years," Snape replied with a gleam in his small black eyes.

This seemed to catch Lucius's attention. "Well what is it?"

"It's going to cost you," Snape answered slowly, "ten galleons."

With a slight scowl, Lucius reached into the pocket of his robes and pulled out the money. "This better be good."

A rushed whisper was heard as Snape told Lucius all that he knew. A smile broadened on Lucius's face with every word. The information was astoundingly perfect.