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Chapter Eleven

Nose True

Well, let me start off by saying that all of us fifth year Gryffie girls are very particular about not letting guys forget who we are. For one, we all have remarkably unique scents. Yes, we smell different. Each of us has a certain smell that she likes, and we made sure no other girl used that particular scent. Then we all went out and bought shampoo, conditioner, lotion, perfume, etc., in that scent. See, everything that I own is scented with lavender. No conflicting smells, no chance that a guy might smell me and think I was someone else. Lily's stuff all smells like cinnamon, Addie's is all honey-almond, and Rogue's is something she created in potion class. Don't ask.

Anyway, this all started in third year. Rogue and I had the same scent of perfume. Long story short, she and I were snogging the same guy and we didn't know it. One day, I sent him a letter, scented with my perfume. He thought it was from Rogue. Betcha can guess how that one turned out. So Lily made it a rule that we could all only wear one particular scent. Whatever.

I, however, fudge on this rule… occasionally. When I'm not going out with a guy, I spritz myself with a little cologne. It makes the rest of the Marauders think I'm snogging someone when they're not looking. Sometimes I am, but whatever. It drives them crazy when I've just dumped a guy but smell like a guy anyway.

Okay, the moral of this story? It doesn't have one, but what the hell. Okay, so…… Right now we're at Quidditch practice. Oh. Bloody. Joy. Alright, so this year, Rogue and Sinch are Chasers, James and Sirius are Beaters, and I'm Seeker. Yeah, I know, we take up a helluva lot of space. Oh well.

Three bloody hours later, dear Cappy Josh decided we should call it a day. I thought of six wise guy cracks of what we could call it other than a day, but I kept them to myself. Thank god. I took my time showering, then I slowly dressed. I left my hair to dry on its own, not bothering to dry it myself. As I turned to exit the steam-filled room, I became aware of Sirius settling himself against the door frame, watching me.

I started to grin at him, but suddenly, grinning didn't seem right. His dark hair was wet, too, from showering, falling into his face. His flushed cheeks made his gray-blue eyes bluer. The silence told me that the rest of the team had already left. We were alone.

"Sirius…" He walked to me and put a finger on my lips to silence me.

"I won't tell Sinch," he promised. Then his finger was replaced with his lips. It was a gentle, tender, kiss, yet had more passion than all of the fierce snogging sessions I've had, combined. Sirius held me up, thank god. I felt giddy and exited and terrified all at once. He began to pull away, but I gave up on gentle kisses and kissed him for real. Finally, I allowed us to part. Looking, up into his face, with its kiss-bruised lips (lips that I bruised, by the way), I smiled.

"We're in way over our heads, aren't we?"

"Yes," he said simply, then bent down to kiss me again.

.xXx.

Well, you can imagine the effect this had on my life. It's impossible for me to be in a room with him without thinking solely about snogging him again. So I generally made excuses about forgetting something in another room, and I disappeared. Sirius followed. The real problem? I never smelled like lavender anymore. I always smelled like Sirius. Always.

So one night, I flopped down on the couch next to Sinch, who was working on his Charms homework. "You smell different," he said, without looking up. Sirius gave me a slightly startled glance. Sinch did look up, then. "No, you smell familiar."

All activity in the Common Room halted. Of course, it was just us Marauders, but… whatever. Sirius and I could totally like die right now. "You smell like Sirius," added James. Thanks, Genius.

"Yeah," said Sirius. "Trypps was cold earlier, so I leant her my hoody."

"Oh," Sinch remarked, and turned back to his work. I looked at Sirius with wide eyes. He's good. Dammit. Now I wanna snog him again. Why is it that everything he does makes me want to snog him? Sirius coughed.

"I left my Transfiguration book in the dorm. I'll be right back."

"I'll help you look for it."

"But we were going to go down do the—" James's voice was wasted on empty air.

.xXx.

When I woke up the next morning (Saturday), I immediately realized I wasn't where I was supposed to be. Guess where I was! Laying on Sirius's bed. With Sirius's arms around me. First thing I thought? Clothes? Check. Lip gloss? Nope, oh well. Lavender? Definitely not. I'm dead. Thank god the curtains were drawn. Sirius was awake too, unmoving. It sounds like the rest of the guys are awake. Bloody hell. Sirius and I had been talking late last night. Guess we fell asleep.

How the hell is it going to look if Sirius and I just get out of his bed? I mean come on! Sinch would kill him, like so dead. It's not like anything happened, but, that's not the point. The point is, Sinch would freak if I woke up in Sirius's bed. Sirius and I stiffened as we heard said brother's voice.

"Padfoot has been sleeping forever. Let's wake him up." Now would be the time to panic. OMG! We're going to die! I hurriedly ran my hands through my hair. Sirius just looked around, completely panicked. We're so—

"Hey, Sinch," James said. "I can't find Aliep. The girls said she didn't come back to the dorm last night. Does Sirius know where she is?"

I'm going to hurt James so badly when I get the chance… Must… make… escape… I am the master of getting out of tight situations! Suddenly, light flooded in, and from the look on Sirius's face, Sinch was standing right behind me. My guess is his face is redder than a brick. He probably looks like he's ready to throttle someone. James is probably dead white, worried for our safety. Remus will be standing there with that all-knowing look on his face, 'cos chances are he already knows. I glanced around real quick. Yep. I was right. I hate it when I'm right.

"I'm. Going. To. Kill. You." Damn, I'll miss you Sirius. Sinch lunged for Sirius, I threw myself out of the way (yeah, protective, aren't I?), Remus and James tried to contain Sinch, and Sirius tried desperately to grab his wand.

"SINCH!" I yelled. He turned his head slightly. Sirius morphed into dog form. Which was totally dumb, 'cos then Sinch turned into a leopard. I turned into a tigress faster than you can say 'Supercalafragilisticexpialidocious'. James turned into a stag, and together we tried to calm my brother down. Not working. Finally, I just smacked him. In cat form, he growled. I gave a hair-raising wild-cat scream. Thank god the guys soundproofed this room years ago. We circled each other, as James and Sirius turned back into themselves.

"Listen, Sinch," Sirius said. "Look at it this way. If Trypps is snogging me, it keeps her from snogging tons of other guys." Gee, thanks Sirius. However, Sinch morphed back, a thoughtful look on his face.

"Good point. Thanks, mate. Let's go get some food, guys." I resumed my given form, gaping at my friends. Sirius shrugged as he followed the guys outside. I swear, there are some things I will just never understand about guys. Note to self: smack Sirius later.

.xXx.

It was later that day McGonagall came into the room, towing a short boy behind her. He was chubby with blue eyes and blonde hair. He looked nervous and kept glancing around. For a second, the cold finger of fear traced my spine. Then it was gone.

"This is a transfer student from Durmstrang," McGonagall was saying. "He's to be in fifth year. Peter Pettigrew."