After several botched attempts to heal my still green face by James, Remus convinced me to go to the hospital wing. I really should have disposed of that list more carefully in stead of giving it to Peeves. Why would I give it to Peeves?

I waltzed into the hospital wing and began flailing around like a big green and red thing that is green and red.

"Madame Pomfreeeeeeey?!" I cried out miserably. Although it sounded more like:

"Badub Pubfreeeeeeguh…wheeze"

Poppy 'sexy nurse' Pomfrey came out from behind a gauze curtain and I suddenly felt a bit scruffy to be coming in here all green and bloody even if I was wearing nice shoes.

"Oh, Mr. Black! What have you done to yourself now?" She fussed over me. Sat me in a hard chair before whipping her wand around and returning my skin to its original shade of pasty white, which I liked to call 'sexy light beige'. She then flicked her wand wordlessly as I gazed at my sexy light beige hand. I was suddenly assaulted by a sharp unexpected pain as my nose snapped back to where it had been.

"Holy-" I stopped my explanative, Sirius Black rule number … well one of them, was never to curse in front of a lady. Poppy took some warm, damp cotton and began mopping away the blood from my, thankfully wonderful, face. She seemed heavily focused on the task and I tried to sneak a peek down her apron covered cleavage. I felt her breath waft over my face and blushed a little as she moved closer. Cool it. Cool it. Cool it. Cool it. But it was too late, by the time she had moved away to inspect her work I was probably in a worse state than James after Lily wore those tiny muggle knicker on the windiest day of the year.

Poppy balanced a hand on my thigh as she turned my face from side to side for inspection.

"You seem a bit flushed," she said, her focus clinical. I sighed forlornly, why were all the good women mean or married to their work?

I turned to her and smiled my best roguish smile. "I'm sure it's a state you are very familiar with finding young men in, Poppy." She pursed her lips and moved to the wash basin to clean her hands.

"You'll be fine, now stop being a scoundrel and wipe that look off your face."

"You wound me," I cried. I made my way to the door. "Thanks for the fix up and the new coat of paint."

"Stay out of trouble Mr. Black," she called out. I tried to not think of ways to get in trouble with the blonde nurse.


Where would Frenchy be at this time of day, I wonder. She was in need of confronting.

Last class had just finished.

Library probably, too perfect. I made my way there with a minimal amount of trouser adjusting.

Sure enough, there was Leroy pouring over something or other…

"Oi, Black!" A girl growled to my right.

"Huh?" I turned. Oh no, the Ravenclaw.

"Sirius, come here," she hissed. I glanced over to Leroy, but she was still focused on her work.

"Fine, what?" I asked, following her behind a shelf.

"Have you been carrying on with McKinnon?" she asked, and there were tears in her eyes.

"Don't cry."

"I thought you were serious," she hissed in a furious whisper.

"I am," I defended, smiling. She pushed my chest, whining.

"You have! I should never have listened to you, I should've listened to my friends when they warned me. I'm so stupid," she hadn't raised her voice, but she was crying in earnest now.

"Hey," I whispered, pushing a piece of her hair behind her ear. "Chin up, gorgeous."

She looked up at me, her big eyes swimming in tears. "Gorgeous?" She asked.

I wiped away one of her tears, leaning closer. "Absolutely."

"Do you even know my name?" She asked, her brows pushing together. I hate when this happens. I blew out a breath, and her mouth dropped open as the seconds passed. She shook her head. "You said you loved me, you sexist pig," she announced, and without even giving me a chance to guess, she left in misery.

Right well. I emerged from the shelf in time to see the library door slam behind whatshername. I whistled low, and approached my original target. I was all geared up for a confrontation when it occurred to me. I glanced after the other girl one more time, an evil grin spread across my face. Oh revenge was sweet, but I upset girls most when I'm trying to be nice to them.

I stood behind Leroy and cleared my throat before tapping her shoulder gently.

"Sabione?" I asked in a gentle tone, I saw her posture flinch as she turned in her seat sharply to give me a "why are you here/born" look.

"What is it now…" Her eyes traveled over my front and I felt like I might get somewhere. I adjusted the angle of my leg slightly. "You're n-not green."

"Poppy- uhm, Madame Pomfrey did a number on me. Listen, can I have a word?" Her eyes narrowed.

"Don't say my nn-name," was her only reply. She turned away and gave me the finger.

"I wanted to apologise," I put on an upset voice. "Come on Leroy, don't make me apologise to your back." Her body didn't seem to relax but she turned around and looked resigned, which by her standards just meant not murderous.

"If I talk to you will you go away?" She asked.

I nodded vigorously. She rolled her eyes and stood.

"Come on Black." She was a pretty sort of agitated, she looked good. Oh, why did she have to look so good?

"Right," I began. "Listen, Sabione, I just wanted to," I moved closer to her. "I wanted to say how sincerely sorry I am for…" She looked unimpressed and leaned into the large book mahogany book shelf behind her.

"For..?" She prompted. I tried to think of something that would make her less likely to try and nash at/ kill me.

"Being born a really insufferable idiot? And I really hope that I can be forgiven for any offence I have caused you. I mean, Remus always says to be nice to you because you have a tough time of it and, well, I guess you punched some sense into me?" I moved a little closer to her.

She let out a loud shale of laughter before quieting herself. Her happy face and thrown back head were really making me start to think that inflicting myself on her for revenge might not be such a good idea. But nothing would make Leroy more crazy then me kissing her. And she turned me green and punched me in the face!

"You are an idiot Black," she said breathlessly and I bit the inside of my mouth, cool it. Cool it. Cool it. Cool it. "But at least you're p-pretty…" She trailed off as all remaining traces of humour washed from her face and I attempted to turn my goofy grin into just a nonchalant chuckle.

I moved a little closer and put my hand on the book shelf behind her, her purple-tinged blue eyes widened a bit and she pressed herself against the shelf.

"What are you playing at Black? Because if 'I apologise' is code for 'I want to take you roughly from behind in the library', then you are about to be in a world of pain." I looked down at the space between us and then straight back in to her eyes. God, I didn't really mind if this wasn't revenge at all. I was just so horny and she was so soft and hard and hot and fucking French! I didn't stand a fucking chance.

"I just…" I swooped in and pressed my mouth against hers, she immediately bit me but I didn't even care, it just made me hotter and her hotter and it was just so damn hot as I pushed my hand into her hair. Sabione began to squirm and I moved away to breath as I felt shots of pleasure from her movements shoot up my stomach. "Damn…" I breathed.

"D-damn fucking you Black," she hissed, before tugging me roughly to her mouth again and kissing me right back.

Me! Her kissing ME! Her mouth was warm and I could just about taste chocolate off her. I began to kiss her harder and she pressed against me gently. Oh fuck, oh shit. Cool it.

She moved back and I licked her retreating lip lightly without thinking. She leaned against the shelf with her eyes squeezed tight shut. My thoughts were blurred as I felt my heart hum in my chest and began to flush. I leaned in and her eyes snapped open. I felt a punch hit me solidly in the gut and I fell back a step.

"What? Do you lift weights or something?" I asked, censoring my sentence while standing buckled over in pain.

"Stay the hell a-away from me!" She cried before spinning on her heel and leaving me sore and alone and horny and quite possibly permanently damaged.

What the hell had I been thinking? Lost cause damnit! For some reason I wasn't getting that satisfied revenge feeling, instead I was feeling more unsatisfied then I had before in my life.

Hell.

"She fucking kissed me," I said to no one. I licked a splodge of blood from my lip, and she bit me.

How emasculating I thought as I rearranged myself in my trousers and decided to go back to the dorm and do nothing in particular… well maybe one thing, a few times.

I blushed a little as I reached the library door and shook my head again.