Walking into the room I shared with James, I crashed face first on my bed, "Bloody fucking hell, mate. What am I going to do?"

"You're not going to do anything." He replied in a flat voice

Remus closed the door, "Someone tell me what's going on." He said

James crossed his arms, "Go on then, tell them what's on your mind." I groaned putting the pillow over my head. He then tore it away, hitting me with it. "I'm sure as hell not telling them."

"Fine!" I sat up "I fancy someone."

"I don't believe it!" Peter laughed

"Who's this Mystery Girl you are supposedly smitten with?" said Remus, trying not to snicker

James looked, almost glared in fact, at me. "My sister."

Remus and Peter looked at each other then back at me. They then laughed like it was the funniest thing they ever heard. I looked down, trying not to blush. Yes, I blush, but only when it's about Dylan. She's just so perfect. Just thinking about her makes my face feel warm. I don't know what it is about her that makes me feel this way

"Shut up." I muttered

Remus sat at the food of my bed, "Oh Merlin, I think he's serious."

I smirked, "Yes I am, nice play-on-words."

Suddenly someone knocked on the door. Immediately, all of us shut our mouths like we did whenever James' mother came knocking. James went and opened the door for Dylan who was standing in the doorway. Everyone's gaze moved to me. Trying to look casual, I looked at her with the straightest face I could.

Dylan looked at her brother, "Have you seen my big bag of candy?"

"No, sorry." He shrugged

Dylan lunged at him, "You asshole!" she yelled. "That bag is worth ten Galleons!"

"Calm down and just- wow ten Galleons?" James said raising an eyebrow, he looked at me, "A little help, please?"

Sighing, I pushed myself up, "Alright, I'm coming." I held her waist and tried pulling her off him, but her grip was tight, "Dylan, let go!"

"Fine," she let go and fell back into me a bit, "go in the safe. I want my candy back. I've been saving since first year." She said sitting down on my bed, she crossing her arms

"Where do you keep it mate?" I asked looking around

"Under his bed." She said, nibbling on her lip

I pulled the safe that I never knew existed out from under his bed and put in the combination. Sure enough, the safe opened. I fished out the large plastic bag from it and held it up in the air. It was probably about three pounds.

"Bloody hell, don't you eat any sweets?" I asked tossing her the bag

"Yes." She said as the bag landed in her lap with a thud, "At the end-of-summer beach party I take some. And a bit at Christmas. And I'm planning on eating most of it after school ends."

I groaned a bit, "We're going to that again?" I opened the bag and snuck my hand in. She quickly grabbed my wrist with a tight grip

"Yes, we go every year." She said like it was the most obvious thing in the world, still gripping my wrist. I should have been in pain, but my heart pounded. My skin tingled on the spot where she had her hand on mine. "Well…" she said letting go, dropping my heart in my stomach, "I have to pack, thanks asshole." She shot her brother a glare and slammed the door

"You're never going to wash those sheets are you mate?" Remus asked smirking

I pulled the sheet to my chest and leaned back on the pillow, "Probably not."

The End-Of-Summer beach party

Walking down the board walk, my eyes landed on Dylan. Sure enough, she was in the spot where James said I would find her. Usually she ran off with her muggle friends the second we got there. But this time I over heard them saying that they had to leave a few hours early. Now was my chance to be alone with her. Of course I wasn't going to tell her of the feelings I felt myself acquiring for her. I just wanted to be with her. Alone.

She was just standing there, her hair blown behind her shoulders. In the golden sun light, she looked so beautiful. Her chocolate brown hair looked just a tad bit lighter. The light also made her skin look a bit tanner. To be honest, I always thought she was pretty pale. But in a good way. It worked for her. She just stood there, her sneakers in her bad, short jean shorts, a loose tank top and her bikini top. After staring at her for awhile, I continued walking over to her.

I leaned on the railing next to her, our arms brushing together. "Why so lonesome looking?" I asked.

She sighed, "My mates had to leave early so now I'm all alone." Dylan said, not looking at me

"I'm here." I pointed out

She laughed, "Well now you are." Her eyes moved to my torso, only just realizing that I was shirtless. "Erm… where's your shirt?"

I shrugged, "Somewhere."

"Oh…ok." she said quietly. I was unaware of the blush flooding her cheeks

"So, have you already eaten that candy?" I said, nudging her. She laughed and rolled her eyes

"No, usually we're the last few here, so I eat it alone." Dylan said. Her eyes looked into mine. It was as if she could completely see through me. See everything I was thinking and feeling. Though, I hoped not everything. "I'm guessing you're not going to leave my side tonight."

I smirked, "You read my mind."

The two of us walked down the boards walk. At the end of the walk was a pile of large rocks that led down to a very isolated part of the beach. When we reached the end, she climbed over the railing and began to gingerly climb down the boulders. I didn't bother to tell her to put her shoes on. After all, I was well aware of her stubbornness. That was just one of the many things she and James had in common. Reaching the sand, she looked behind her to see me stood on the top rock.

A smirk danced on her perfect lips, "What's wrong, Black, scared?" she called setting her bag on the sand

"You wish." I called back, slowly jumping down the rocks

She laughed, watching me stumble. "Do you need some help getting down, you look a bit unstable."

"I bet you secretly want to help me." I winked. For a moment she blankly stared at me, slightly blushing. Quickly, she gathered herself and turned her back to me, going through her bag

"All your hopes and dreams." She said laughing slightly. She pulled up a large beach towel and unfolded it, laying it in the sand. Little did she know, she was right. Dylan laid on her stomach, slipping her toes in and out of the sand

"You know," I began, "I'm completely exhausted. I'd really like to lie down." I looked at her with an obviously fake begging look

She sighed and closed her eyes, "Fine, but you better keep to yourself."

I quickly got on the towel next to her before she could change her mind. She gave me a surprised look at how quick I was to get close to her, but didn't say anything. None the less, she rested her chin on her arms in front of her. Dylan watched the skyline in silence; oblivious of the looks of admiration she was being given by me. Part of me was sad about the fact that she had no clue how mad I was about her. The other, more sensible, part of me knew it was best that, for the time being, James was the only other living soul who knew how I felt.

"Sirius," she said turning to look at me, "I don't know what you want to do, after Hogwarts I mean. What do you want to be?"

I looked at her, "An Auror. Why do you want to know?"

"Because I just realized something." She said, "I don't know as much about you as I thought I did. I didn't know about your family situation until you cake to live with us, and even then you barely told me anything." The way she said it gave me the feeling that she actually cared

"I didn't think you wanted to know anything about me." I shrugged. To be honest, I probably knew more about her than she knew about me. I absorbed information about her like a sponge did water. I craved to know everything about her life. I said none of that, however. "What do you think you're going to be?"

"A healer." Dylan said simply. She didn't say that she hoped to be a healer, the tone in her voice indicated that she knew that's what she was going to be.

"Maybe if I get hurt you can tend to me." I joked

"Well," she said smiling, "That's the idea."

My heart jumped at bit at how she didn't say something like: you wish. "Are you a fair healer?" I asked

"Well… yes. I suppose my healing skills are what kept you from going to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries." She said in quite a proud tone

"Yeah…" I said quietly, turning away. I didn't like talking about my family, especially with her. I didn't want to worry her with my problems. I didn't want her to see me in a vulnerable state

"How come you never told me?" she asked with sadness in her voice

"Because…" I said not glancing at her. I could feel her looking at me with wide eyes, "I never told anyone." I may have spoken in more of a grim tone than I intended

"Even James?"

"I told him and the others that my family sucked, but never every single bloody detail." I said letting my temper get the best of me. Dylan had seen me get cross before, but she knew I never meant it towards her. I looked at her eyes, they were slightly hurt, but more sympathetic

"Well…" she said slowly, she knew when I was getting pissed and she knew to speak in that soothing voice she did, "Why don't you tell me every single bloody detail, then." I looked away, "Sirius," she placed a hand on my shoulder, "Tell me. Please." She choked a bit on her words. All this time I never figured that the thought of me dying on her floor might have haunted her. Bloody fucking hell I was being selfish. "Don't make me beg." She said with a sad little laugh

"Ok, I'll tell you. Don't go crying." I said, putting my arm around her shoulders, making her laugh a bit. "My family is a big supporter of only Pure-bloods learning magic. I was the only one who saw how bloody wrong they were. I tried telling them that it was wrong. No one listened to me." I looked closely at her, "Imagine that. Your own family not giving a shit about you. It's not fun, I'll tell you that. But those people, they aren't my family. You and James, you guys are my family."

"What happened that night, Sirius?"

"Well I tried telling my mom how much of an idiot she was being. We got into a huge fight. She told me that if I loved Mudbloods so much then you can be one. I asked what the bloody hell that meant she said that I no longer had a magical family. She went into the family tree room and burned my face from the wall. She shot me with a Crucio curse a couple of times and sent me off."

I waited for her to say something. Anything was better than nothing. But she just looked at me. I could see her imagining everything I just said in her mind. And every moment she looked worse. She swallowed and looked down.

"Oh... well… thank you for telling me, Sirius. That was extremely kind of you. All I ask is that if you have anymore secrets, you'll tell me. Promise?"

"I promise. No more secrets." Besides how much I loved her