DISCLAIMER: Yeah, I can't afford a meal at McDonalds, I'm still in school, I just downloaded "American Pie" to my iPod; I am not J.K. Rowling.

A/N: Hellooooooo peoples! Okay, so wazzup? I just want to say that you all should review. Please, please review. Seriously, I need it. People don't always get the difference between want and need, but right now, I don't want reviews I need reviews. There is a significant difference. Look it up because I'm not spending the remainder of my authors note rambling about the difference between want and need. I prefer to ramble about other things and…dang it, this is getting too long…enjoy:

Sirius was insane. Scratch that, he was past insane. He goes and kisses me (seriously, kisses me) one night, then the next day acts as though it was completely normal. Grrr…I was so bloody mad, I didn't even care first years were cowering away from me as I marched down the hall. It probably seemed as though waves of emotional turmoil were rolling off of me.

When I'd seen him across the Great Hall that morning I'd expected him to be embarrassed, like I was, and not even acknowledge my presence. Instead, he'd come over pointedly to talk to me. He seemed like he thought last nights behavior was perfectly fine. Rhea, on her part, had nearly burst into a fit of laughing when he'd sauntered over and Sirius looked at her as if questioning her mental health. My poor little teddy bear! And, really, was Sirius in any position to question a person's mental health? I didn't think so. Not after doing what he did to me and then simply ignoring the fact that this just might cause me some slight inner emotional turmoil.

"Hey, Hunt!" I heard a voice call behind me. A voice that was decidedly not Sirius Black's. Well, that was okay then. Or, partially.

"What?" I spat turning around so quickly the tall boy nearly ran into me. I stared into the face of James Potter with an expression of distaste. "What is so important?"

"Wow," he said. "You seem slightly angry."

"Damn," I replied. "Really? I was going for more 'vehemently angry' or something more along those lines."

He whistled. "Did a Ravenclaw just curse?"

"Maybe you're hearing-impaired," I replied then shrugged. "Although, it doesn't make a difference to me one way or another." I sighed. "Besides, some would call that a generalization."

He whistled again. "Touchy," he said. "But the Ravenclaw's still tacked on."

"Bugger off," I muttered darkly.

"Come, now," Potter said smiling slightly. "It can't be oh-so-terrible."

"I'm in no mood to talk about my feelings with a Marauder," I said rolling my eyes. Actually, now that I thought about it, I was. I was ready to cuss Black out, that should display my feelings quite nicely.

"What?" Potter asked. "Oh, that's what we were talking about? Really?"

"Yes," I replied. "Though I always knew you were a bit off your rocker, I never thought you wouldn't know anger was an emotion. Thanks for clearing that up."

"Y'know, you're just taking this out on me," Potter said off-handedly. Those bloody Marauders, are they all the same? Well, no, Lupin was okay, and Pettigrew wasn't terrible, just a bit of a poser, but Black and Potter seemed like brothers separated at birth. Well, they could just pack their bags and move to Scandinavia for all I cared. No, wait, I could send them there, courtesy of my foot.

"Again I say, Bugger. Off." My teeth were grinding together now. Potter was really starting to get under my skin.

"I just wanted to tell you," Potter began. "Sirius really has been really happy lately."

I stopped dead in my tracks and looked at him. My breathing was beginning to hitch and the heavy-metal concert was starting up in my chest. Good Merlin, did I really hate him this much? Just at his name? "Huh?" I said brilliantly.

"Sirius," Potter said again. "He's really happy."

"Why?" I asked, confused.

"Merlin, but you are clueless," he ran his hand through his hair distractedly. Annoying little habit, wasn't it? Of course Sirius also had his annoying habits, like, y'know, breathing.

"My friends keep saying that, but I can't see why," I replied, serious now. Funny, I was always getting so serious about the topic of Sirius. Haha! Okay, so maybe it wasn't that funny, in fact it really was just sad, but you could pretend to laugh…no?...Anyway, I really should stop being so serious about all this, I mean, Sirius wasn't…serious. I won't comment. Or at least, he didn't seem serious, unless I really was clueless, but I didn't really see it. All my conclusions were perfectly logical; I'd had a relationship before.

Then again, I hadn't really been thinking about that relationship lately. I mean, I had compared it yesterday, but I hadn't really thought about it that deeply. Was Sirius serious? Again, I won't comment.

Potter was chuckling and I had to remind myself what I had said last.

"I'd say you should go with your friends on that one," he said simply. "Anyway, see you."

Jerk.

He just walks up, insults me, confuses me, insults me and leaves, all in the span of about a minute. I was really starting to hate the Marauders.

.:.:.:.

"Alex," a voice said. I heard, but I didn't hear at the same time. I had those moments where I knew what was going on, but I didn't react, for reasons unknown to me. Right now I was laying by the Black Lake watching the clouds roll by. "ALEX!" The screaming in my ear broke my weird trans-like state.

"GAH!" I cried sitting up straight like a board. "What the…" I muttered rubbing my poor ear as I looked around. "Oh," I said. "Catie."

"Jeezum, Alex," she muttered. "Sometimes you're just…"

I smiled sheepishly. "What do you want?" I asked, my temper was still hot, but I wouldn't take it out on my friend.

"Well," Catie began. "You've been acting really strange."

"No," I replied. "I haven't. I've been angry."

"Exactly, that's the strange part," she told me. "He kissed you, so what? Bl—hmph!"

I had clamped my hand over her mouth. "Don't speak his name," I hissed. Lately, that was all it took to get my heart-rate up.

Catie rolled her eyes and pried my fingers from her mouth. "Well, then that guy didn't really do anything that bad, I mean it was going to…"

"That bad?" I repeated. "It was that bad? He freakin' kissed me, on the lips, without my permission!"

"So?" Catie asked amused.

"So? It's, it's…" I struggled to find the words. "You don't do that! Not unless you really like them!"

"There it is, there's the clueless Alex we've all been coming to know, and to be honest, not like that much," Catie said rolling her eyes.

"I'm not clueless!" I screamed.

"Don't get me wrong," she said. "Sometimes it's cute, but right now it really is just annoying."

"Why in the world would you think I was clueless," I continued as if I hadn't heard her.

"Because you haven't realized it yet!" Catie said, frustrated.

"Realized what?!" I asked her.

"That Sirius Black is bloody head-over-heels for you and you love him back!" She was staring at me as if this was the simplest thing in the world.

"Then why's my heart trying to…" I started to argue.

"Oh, good Merlin!" Catie said. "Your heart is not trying to warn you, you like him, that's what it is. It's really basic, when you like someone, your heart beats fast. I figured you'd have know seeing as you liked Sam."

"So, I like Black more that Sam? Is that what it means?"

"Yes," Catie said looking hopeful. "You're getting it!"

"So, then," I began. "The kiss was a good thing?"

"YES!"

"He didn't find out I don't like him?" I asked.

"You never disliked Black,"

"Oh," I furrowed my brow, trying to take all this in. "What about the necklace?" I asked suddenly.

"What?" Catie asked, confused.

"The necklace Sam gave me, I still miss it."

"Oh," Catie said. "Obviously you would, it was a memento from your first love, you'll probably always miss it."

I sighed and plopped back down on the grass. "I'm confused," I remarked.

"Just try to take it in."

"Alright," I heard her footsteps as she walked away from me and closed my eyes. Did I really like Sirius Black?