A/N: My name, unfortunately, is not J.K. Rowling. Therefore I did not invent this marvelous place called Hogwarts, therefore I have no rights to this story except for the plot and my own characters.

Bonjour mes chères,

This is such a flirty chapter and I hadn't really anticipated writing it, but it did give me a perfect opening to write a scene I've been thinking about these past few days. The next few chapters are gonna be heavy and will definitely decide if you like Nika (and this story). So I'm stressed out, damn tired from exploring Brussels all day and super excited because I'm actually quite fond of Sirius in this chapter. His such a boy here :'D

I can't believe how nice and sweet you're all being to me. I love the advice you give and just the random exclamations you make while invoking Merlin's name. You guys rock and I couldn't have asked for better readers.

Thank you.

I'm not sure if I'll be able to upload this weekend though. I've been invited to spend the weekend at my grandparents's since my little cousin is visiting. (She only comes around about twice a year, so I'm really tempted to go!) So don't be alarmed if I don't upload for a few days. Just remember that I'll owe you four new chapters on Monday ;)

With love,

Kelly


Chapter 7

My heart is pierced by Cupid, I disdain all glittering gold,
There is nothing that can console me but my jolly sailor bold.

~My Jolly Sailor Bold - POTC OST

I glared at Sirius's ass. Damn him. "Why are we here again?" I asked his ass in harsh tones, as I crawled after him.

"Be a dove and lower your voice," I heard him whisper back at me.

What kind of a sentence was that anyway. I didn't want to be a dove. Doves smelled. Terribly. I frowned at his ass and wondered why I had let him go first again.

"This is ridiculous," I hissed, lowering my voice nonetheless.

"Hush."

"Sirius."

"Hush."

"But-"

"Damn, woman, hush," he snapped.

I glared even harder, before deciding that I had had enough. I pulled his leg so he fell flat on his stomach. "You're going to tell me why we're crawling through a corridor after curfew or I'm going to sit on you until you do. Your choice."

I heard Sirius chuckle softly. "You may have heard that I'm fighting with my best mates."

"Yes," I acknowledged impatiently.

"Yes well," Sirius muttered, rolling around so he was lying on his back, "I'm trying to please James a little."

"By crawling on the ground?" I asked him disbelievingly.

"In a way." He rolled around again and started crawling once more.

"Sirius Black, why are we crawling on the floor?" I asked him again, just pulling him on the ground again.

"Like I told you, I want to make amends with James," he said, a tone of anger richening his voice.

"Like I asked before, by crawling on the ground? Where are we crawling to and why can't we walk through the corridor like a normal person?" I was seriously starting to lose my patience with this boy and if I had to stare at his ass for much longer I was either going to jump it or smack it in annoyance.

And I wasn't entirely sure which option would be more objectionable.

Sirius whispered something that I was pretty sure I didn't want to know, since it sounded suspiciously like a curse of some sort. "You're really annoying sometimes," he snapped. He shook his head and sighed. "Look, you'll see okay? Can't you just trust me?"

Well, I'm sure that I could, but I doubted that I wanted to. I was mulling it all over, when the idiot started crawling again. I rolled my eyes and decided that I was so done with this. I pulled his leg from under him and decided to honour my previous threat. I crawled over his body without so much as a thought and sat down on his back. "Well then," I spoke angrily, as Sirius stilled below me, "I thought you said we weren't going to prank anyone!"

"You know, love, you really need to think about blindly taking a leap of faith when it comes to handsome devils such as myself."

I poked his side. "What are we doing," I prodded.

"We were previously crawling," Sirius muttered darkly, trying to inch away from my poking finger, but finding himself unable to because of my weight.

I grinned triumphantly at that. Ha! The mighty Sirius Black with the gorgeous ass had been conquered by none other than myself, I thought smugly.

"Yes, I think we've established that," I snapped, crossing my arms in disgust. Why couldn't he just tell me what the deal was? Why was I always so light headed around the bloody sod? I mean, sure I may have a tiny, little crush on him, but that surely didn't mean that I had no mind of my own anymore? Surely that was not how things worked?

There were some pretty healthy marriages out there, I thought grimly. Maybe what you're doing right now, isn't that healthy at all. Maybe it's you who needs to change.

I closed my eyes and pinched my nose as I felt the start of a migraine coming on. Let's face it, I thought a bit miserably. I was crushing on a guy who, until a few days ago, had never even thought of me twice when he saw me. He was currently 'dating' someone and here I was, lusting after him as I literally crawled on my hands and knees after the guy. Pathetic, is what it was.

"Just tell me," I asked, hating the begging quality my voice took. The word echoed through my brain: pathetic.

Sirius hesitated, before he completely relaxed. I stared anxiously at the back of his head, not trusting him one bit.

My distrust was proven wise, when he swiftly rolled us around, so he was the one on top and I was facing the ground. I huffed and puffed and tried to throw him off, but to no avail. The man had me pressed into the ground and unfortunately for me, this wasn't the usual missionary position either. Meh.

"You know what," Sirius whispered into my ear, "I'll tell you what I have planned."

I felt a blush rise and silently cursed myself there and back again. Why hadn't I just let things be? I would have found out where we were headed when we got there. Why did I just have to crawl on the poor lad like some bloody minx?

Pathetic. Pathetic.

And I needed for my behaviour to end desperately. I wasn't going to be one of those girls led by her feelings for some random bloke instead of ruled by her head.

No matter how logical my mental speech sounded and no matter how much I agreed to it, I didn't seem to be able to move at all. I was frozen in place and was insanely grateful that I hadn't been born a guy, because this situation would have gotten a lot more awkward quickly. "Well," my hoarse voice creaked, "what do you have planned then?"

Merlin, if you're listening, please let it be involving a bed. Please.

Pathetic, pathetic, pathetic.

"You know how James is completely, utterly and wholly obsessed with a certain redhead you're somewhat fond of as well?" Sirius whispered, his lips caressing my right ear as if he had every right to do so.

And he really did. "I like Lily, yes." My voice broke on the last word. I just wanted him to get off me right now, before my brain stopped functioning. Damn that lad.

"It got me thinking today." He continued his assault on my ear shamelessly.

Okay, so maybe he wasn't doing much more than whispering a bit too closely to my ear, but still.

Was it weird for me to wonder if this had a hidden meaning? Maybe he really was flirting with me because he liked me? Maybe a little? No?

Pathetic, pathetic.

"That's never a good thing," I managed to squeak.

The bastard sounded smug when he spoke again. "I was wondering if maybe I could find out her latest hiding spot, so James could court her there."

"You mean stalk." I inhaled sharply as he moved his hips a little.

Was he doing this on purpose?

He chuckled. Of course he was.

Damn him.

"I don't really desire to know what it is you two are planning on doing tonight," a soft voice spoke from behind us, "but I would be ever grateful if you could postpone your plans."

If I hadn't been frozen before, I definitely was now. I knew that voice, I thought reddening even more, if that was even possible.

It seemed like Sirius recognized Dumbledore's voice as well, since he immediately rolled off me. I didn't have it in my to turn around and face the embarrassment of a professor catching me like this, but had to eventually.

"Thank you," Dumbledore said graciously, but what he was really feeling was all in his eyes.

You see Professor Albus Dumbledore had one of the most expressive pair of eyes I had ever seen in my life. They could twinkle when he felt amused, but could flame up in anger when you crossed a line. Not that I had seen that look often, mind you. Dumbledore's lines were more difficult to cross than those of other professors in this place. Anyway as I was saying, the professor's eyes had an uncanny way of looking right through you and I felt that that was what he was doing right now.

"Sorry, professor," Sirius Black grinned shamelessly, "I was just teasing her a little bit."

The headmaster's eyes laughed good humouredly as he studied the ruin and love of my life. "Yes, Mr. Black, I am well aware of what you were doing."

Sirius' grin wolfishly and he gave me a wink.

I wished I had something to throw at his head. "Twat," I whispered harshly.

His grin only widened. I turned back to the good old professor and cringed when he shook his head at me.

I was also quite familiar with the look in his eyes right now. It was the we-desperately-need-to-talk-about-things-look.

"I've heard you've been quite the busy young lady, Miss Schmidt," Dumbledore said mildly offering me a hand to pull me up.

I hesitated for a second, not sure if I wanted an old man helping me up and causing him to break his back. In the end I took his hand, but didn't put any of my weight on it as I got on my feet. "I'm sorry, professor," I said, a tad bit ashamed by it all.

It sure as hell wasn't the kind of behaviour Dumbledore was used of me and I just hoped he wouldn't call in the cavalry over it.

"To be fair, professor, it wasn't all her fault really," Sirius offered, getting up on his feet as well. "I might have forced her to do that prank with me."

My eyes snapped to his and I frowned. He had done no such thing. I had gone with him into that office of my own, free will and I didn't doubt that Dumbledore knew that too.

"Your words are admirable, Mr Black, but unnecessary. I am well aware of what happened in that office. However it is not what I wished to discuss with Miss Schmidt tonight. I assure you that she is in no trouble other than her already assigned detentions, Mr Black. Now, Miss Schmidt, if you would be so kind to follow me to my office?"

I stared at the ground as I passed Sirius. I didn't think it was a good thing at all, considering that my appointment with Dumbledore wasn't scheduled until later this week.

I heard Sirius call that he'll wait for me in the common room and saw Dumbledore's shoulders twitch a little bit.

Yeah, this wasn't good at all.


Edited: 22/03/2014