Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter
Mr. Padfoot would like to interrupt Ms. Moony's furious Charms note-taking to inform him that he is a huge git.
Mr. Moony would like to inquire as to why he is, supposedly, a huge git.
Mr. So-called coauthor of The Book, didn't even tell Mr. Padfoot about what happened last night!
Mr. Moony would like to point out that you read about it, didn't you?
You still should have told me, buddy. This is never going to work if we don't trust each other!
…What?
Sorry, did that not work? That's just what I tend to say when a girl is mad at me. Usually after she accuses me of cheating.
And it works?
Well, if the make up sex is any indication then, yeah, I'd say it does.
Moony?
Hello?
Moony!
(Two minutes later)
Next time you could warn me that there was a teacher watching me, you know. How am I supposed to watch those two while I'm in detention?
Never fear, never fear, since I am so bloody brilliant and good-looking, I figured out a way to watch our favorite non-couple from the trophy room that night. I got them detention too.
On our way back from Charms that afternoon, I tripped (by accident of course) and fell, pulling the strategically placed Ms. Evans down with me. She was lying on top of me and, therefore, began cursing at me immediately. All it took after that was for me to shout "EVANS! DON'T TOUCH ME THERE!" while McGonagall was walking by and I had a detention partner!
It was pretty easy to get Jamesie in there too. During Transfiguration I stole McGonagall's glasses and slid them in his bag.
"Professor," I said quietly to her after class. "I feel really bad about this," (I put on my best regretful face), "But I couldn't keep lying to you like this." My friends were watching from the doorway.
"Oh, really, Mr. Black? And what is it that you are lying to me about?"
I turned and dramatically pointed a finger at James.
"James stole your glasses! They're in his bag, look!"
James' face contorted in surprise.
"What? Professor, I didn't steal you –" he began. But, at that moment, McGonagall had Summoned her glasses and they flew out of James' bag, straight into her hand.
"Detention, Potter," she said, her lips pursed and disappeared into her office.
Which is how, three hours later, I found myself in the trophy room, my wand taken by Filch, with Evans and James.
"I can't believe you landed me in detention, Black!" Evans snarled at me. That's right, snarled!
James gave me a disbelieving look.
Deny, deny, deny.
"I don't know what you're talking about, Evans," I said. "It's not my fault you wanted to grope me in the hallway. I mean, don't get me wrong, I'd be happy to do that another time. Even in the hallway, if you insist. But in front of McGonagall? That's just distasteful."
Evans widened her eyes at me and made an indignant noise. She then turned back to the trophy she was polishing.
"What's this about hallway groping?" James wanted to know.
"Nothing!" said Evans furiously. "Black's being stupid."
I turned, smirking, back to the trophy I was supposedly scrubbing, but really writing in The Book behind.
Three hours later and nothing had happened. Nothing! I was still on my first trophy since I had begun doodling on my arms. Then, however, I ran out of space and decided to finally get to cleaning. After, of course, I showed James the naughty picture of him and Evans I had drawn. He told me to sod off.
"Finally," James said, throwing down his rag another hour later, "I'm done! Do you want some help, Lily?"
"Sure," she grumbled at him. I peered over at them. They were standing side-by-side, cleaning the trophies. Occasionally their elbows touched and I sometimes noticed Evans blush and pull her arm away.
Observing these things took time so, when they were done, I hadn't finished my second trophy yet.
"Hey, guys!" I called as they began leaving. "Can you help me finish my trophies?" I couldn't let them have an undocumented walk in the corridors together!
"You're kidding, right?" Evans said to me.
"You're the one who got us both detention, Sirius," James added. "Why would we help you with yours?"
They turned around and began leaving.
"Prongs! Prongsy, no!" I shouted. But they were gone. Well, that's when the art of thievery comes in. I pulled out the Invisibility Cloak I had taken from James' trunk and put it on. Artfully sneaking my wand out of Filch's pocket, I cleaned all the trophies with magic. Then, I set off after James and Evans.
"We seem to be walking down the hall together a lot lately, don't we?" Lily was saying when I caught up.
"Yeah," James said.
And that was it. The entire walk back to Gryffindor Tower, that was all they said. Until they got back to the common room.
"Hey, Evans," James called as she was going upstairs.
"What?"
"Hogsmeade, next weekend?"
"What about it," she asked, narrowing her eyes.
"Let's go together."
Ms. Evans said some very inappropriate words, that I am choosing not to repeat here, and went up to bed.
