A/N: So, I'm proving how much of a life I don't have today. Two updates. But I was really having a bad day and then I checked my email and three reviews popped up…thanks you guys. The reviews really do make my day, especially today. :)

My bed felt oddly uncomfortable.

Like I was laying on rocks.

"I'm kind of nervous," I confessed, out loud. I could tell that James was still awake.

He answered after only a moment's hesitation, "I think that's normal. Hell, I'm nervous and I don't even like the girl."

How can you be so nice and yet such a jerk?

"Yeah, but you want her to fall for you," I pointed out, "And that's kind of putting yourself out there just the same."

He heaved a gusty sigh, "What am I going to do? She still can't stand me."

Maybe you should give up.

"Well, stop mooning over Lily for starters," I suggested, "Because she won't like it if she sees you falling all over yourself for another girl. And, I don't know, just be nice. You're not a complete asshole, let her know that." I paused, "Maybe I should cancel."

"What?" James sat straight up in bed, "Why?"

Because I have no idea how to date a guy. Because I like Sirius, not this friend of Narcissa. Because the risk isn't worth it.

I sat up too, "Because…what if he doesn't like me? What if I'm bad at dating guys?"

James rolled his eyes, "Moony, any guy would be lucky to date you."

"You're just being nice," I protested, "I could be completely undesirable and you would never tell me."

James threw a shoe at the sleeping Sirius, "Padfoot," James demanded, "Tell Moony that he's anyone's dream guy."

Sirius mumbled, half asleep in his pillow, "Remus, you're a sexy beast. Go to sleep."

I couldn't help it. I blushed.

Sexy beast?

My bed felt oddly uncomfortable.

Like I was laying on empty icemice containers.

I reached under my covers and threw the empty candy boxes on the floor.

The bed was still uncomfortable. I vacated it and tiptoed out of the dormitory, making my way to Regulus's dorm.

I must seem such a slut to have the way to the guys' dorms memorized…

On the way, I ran into someone who I didn't want to.

"Where are you off to, Miss Black?" he asked.

EW. Not you.

"Go away, Rabastan," I rolled my eyes, "It's really none of your business."

He blocked the hallway, cutting off my path to Regulus.

"Now, now, Miss Black," he grinned, "What's the rush?"

Leave before I kill you.

"I just need to speak to Regulus," I said reluctantly.

Why am I explaining myself to him?

He didn't move, he just continued to stand there in my way, "So how's Lucius?"

"I wouldn't know," I said tersely.

Maybe I should hex him…

"Really?" he looked pleased, "I was under the impression that you two were attached. I mean, after he so obviously marked his territory at your birthday…"

"I am not Lucius's territory," I growled.

He stepped closer to me, "Glad to hear it, sweetheart."

"And I'm not your sweetheart," I snapped.

Shit. My wand is in my dorm.

"I beg to differ," he was close enough that I could feel his breath on my lips.

Get. Away. From. Me. And then go brush your teeth.

I tried to shove past him, but he grabbed my arms.

"Let go!" I demanded just as his lips collided with mine.

REGULUS!

He was biting my mouth and I could feel my circulation stopping where he was grabbing me.

REGULUS! HELP!

I tried to twist from his grasp, but he wrapped my hair around his fingers like a leash, causing me to yelp with pain.

REG—

"Leave her alone!" Regulus came to my rescue. Rabastan froze and fell away from me, paralyzed on the ground.

Thank god.

Regulus had me in a hug immediately, "Are you alright? Cissa? Say something!"

Love you love you love you love you best bud.

"I'm okay now," I said, leaning heavily into him, "I'm okay."

"Thank merlin for the freaky twin sense," he sighed, "Especially as we aren't even twins."

I didn't answer, just inhaling the familiar scent of his pajamas and cubing numbers in my head.

"Why were you coming to see me?" he asked softly.

"I couldn't sleep," I sighed, "I'm nervous."

Regulus tugged me to the common room, "At least Potter is better than Rabastan."

"At least," I agreed.

Sunshine woke me up. There were even birds singing. And Sirius jumping on my bed.

This is what heaven is…

I mumbled profanities into my pillow as I remembered that I had a date. And not with Sirius.

"Wake up, Moony!" Sirius demanded, laughing.

I sat up groggily and rubbed my eyes.

"Good morning, sunshine!" he said cheerfully, "Now, I have plans for us this morning since you're ditching me for Travers later."

I wouldn't say 'ditching' and besides, if it's that much of an issue, I'd gladly date you instead.

"What are we doing?" I asked.

"Honeydukes just came out with levitation lollipops," Sirius said, "I say we should test them out…and then improve them."

I laughed, "Sounds like a plan, then."

I stumbled out of bed and over to my trunk. As I fished through my clothing, I realized something horrible.

"Eh—Sirius?" I blushed, looking around for James instead, but he was nowhere in sight.

"Yes, Moony-dearest?" he asked.

"Eh—what does one wear on a date with this Travers person?" I asked.

Complete mortification.

Sirius looked a bit startled, but hid it, "Well, I don't know. Something nice? But it's only Hogsmeade, so nothing too fancy."

I looked helplessly at my trunk. I was hating this dating business already.

Sirius rolled his eyes, "Go shower, Moony. I'll find you something."

I woke up on the couch in the common room with Regulus.

The sun was shining. Birds were twittering. And I was completely horrified at the idea of seeing Lucius again. Not mention my date with Glasses.

Today will be such fun. Not.

I slithered back to my dorm after a quick, "See ya at breakfast," to Regulus. Then I dumped my trunk of clothing onto the floor and stared at the pile. I had nothing to wear.

After all, what does one wear to a date with a guy they hate—but witnessed by the guy they're trying to drive nuts?

At last, I decided to look pretty. It wasn't James's fault he was atrocious. And I would have to make it at least look as if I liked him.

Sirius had dressed me. For a date. With someone else.

Cruel, cruel fate.

And now I was sitting in the Great Hall. Eating Cereal. Feeling Nervous.

"It'll be fine you two," Sirius told James and me, "I'm sure you'll survive."

"And then suffer PTSD for the rest of our existences," James gulped.

I'll be a bi werewolf blood traitor with PTSD. Great.

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