I know another update =O...what can I say, I got my groove back =P As always I don't own either of the devilishly handsome marauders =[ _
Hermione turned the page and was surprised to find herself staring at a newspaper clipping instead of a photo like she expected.
"You atually kept the blasted artical?" Remus scanned through it bemused.
"Of course, I had to now what my adoring public thought."
"Adoring public?" Hermione asked leaning over Sirius shoulder to read the artical.
"Being a Black, my name and face had been splashed all over the scoiety pages since conception" he pulled a face. "Up untl his point I hadn't cared what they wrote about me. I mainly courted the press to piss off my mother."
"Until this point?"
"Yes. Mindless, social climbing bimbos never bothered me, but when it came to my friends..."
"Pads has a fierely protective side...which somehow manifests itself in making an even bigger spectacle of us than begins with..."
"Moony! She said yes!" Sirius burst into the living room completly disregarding the two occupants jumping away from each other mid embrace.
"Can't you knock?" an irritable growl greeted him.
"Can't you use your bedroom?" Sirius shot back grinning like a maniac.
"Like it would make a difference where you're concerned."
"It's not like you're up to anything I havn't seen or done before. Hello Marlene" he grinned at the blushing blonde trying to dsappear into the couch. "But you're distracting me. She said yes!"
"So I gathered."
"We're going for dinner-"
"Lovely."
"Tonight-"
"Very good."
"And you to are comming with us."
"That's-What!"
"You and Marlene are joining us for dinner in the Tratto"
"But thats almost impossible to get a reservation in!" Marlene gasped sittin up straight in the chair.
"Only the best for the two most beautifl witches in all of England."
"God you're really laying it on thick there. Why do you need us there? What if we already have plans?"
"Do you?"
"Well...no."
"Well thats settled then. We're leaving at eight." he bounced out of the room humming to himself.
"I'm not going."
"Sirius,it took you three months to wear her down enough to agree to this dinner. You're going."
"But erythings going wrong! My favourite jeans are in the wash, my hair just wont go right-"
"Stop being such a bloody girl. You have five minutes to get ready then we're leaving. Got that?"
"But what if she doesn't show up? Or she hates it...or hates me...what if its just a joke."
"Merlin Pads, you have the cheek to call me neurotic? She'll be there, she'll love it, she'll fall for your rogue like charm and be completely under your spell by the end of the night. Who can resist you. You're Sirius Black, sex god."
"You're right!"
"Narcassist" he slapped his best friend on the back playfully. "Now come on or we'll be late."
"Stop fidgiting. Come on. Screw your courage to the sticking place."
"What?"
"Never mind. Look there they are." he pushed his way through the crowd congregated outside the restaraunt. Marlene dressed in Blue stood beside Dorcas in green, both easily standing out from the rest of the crowd around them.
"Fitting" he smirked. Remus just shook his head.
He offered her his arm and proceeded to guide her to the door stopping when a flash of light blinded him.
"Mr Black!"
"Sirius!"
"Look here"
"Over here please"
"Who is you're charming date this evening?"
"Shit" he growled pulling Dorcas behind him, shielding her from view. "Bloody reporters."
Remus caught up to him with Marlene looking like a deer in the headlights.
"I hadn't counted on this. Get them out of here Remus." he nodded and grabbed both women by the wrist and pulled them away.
"Was that the Meadowes girl?"
"A pure blood?"
"Your mother would be proud."
That did it. He snapped. Remus grimaced and told both girls to go home, appologising profously and promising a rain check.
"My mother can go to hell. Incase you hadnt noticed Miss Meadowes wasn't the only one who's company I was availing of tonight." he turned to Remus. "This gorgeous wizard was here also! Now keep your nose out of my business before I hex you all into next week."
"Come on Padfoot, we have to go." Remus began pulling him away from the screaming reporters and flashing lights.
"Sirius!"
"Mr. Black-"
They apparated back to their apartment.
"Well...that went well."
"Piss off Remus."
The next morning an owl woke up an irate Sirius. He took the letter, watching the owl take off without awaiting a reply. It was a small, unmarked envelope. Inside was a newspaper clipping and a small piece of parchment folded in half.
He picked up the clipping first quickly reading through it, torn between amusement and exasperation.
"Another night out on the town seemed to be the order of the day for the eldest, wayward son of Orion and Walbura Black. As usual, yet another stunning witch dangled from his arm like a Christmas bauble. The difference this time being that it was Dorcas Meadowes the youngest daughter of Lycorous and Sophia Meadowes, a most suitable match for young sirius. But before we offer our heartiest congradulations it would appear all is not as it seems as he later went on to declare is undying love for the "Gorgeous Wizard" pictured next to him. We can only hope, for his families sake, he gets his affairs in order and we eagerly await our invitaion to what would undoubtably be, the socialite wedding of the year."
He opened up the parchment wondering who could have sent him the ridiculous clipping and chuckled quietly to himself his good mood restored.
"I wanted to be the first to congradulate the happy couple. Dibs on maid of honour at the Black-Lupin wedding of the year!...Next time, we're eating in!
Dorcas."