A/N: I know it's been sort of a long time. I had to think about what I really wanted to say in this chapter, so I hope you like it.

Cammie's P.O.V.

"I can't believe you didn't tell us it was your birthday."

"It slipped my mind?"

"No excuse. Now it's your birthday and I feel like an idiot because I didn't get you a present."

I sighed. I was sitting down at the lake with Lily, although I really wanted to be with Sirius right now. I've had this longing to be with him all day. It was really weird.

"Relax, Lils," I said. "It's fine. I usually don't like people making a big commotion about my birthday anyways."

"Still doesn't stop me from feeling like an imbecile," Lily muttered. "And after what Sirius got you…seriously, Cammie, are you sure he doesn't like you or something? That locket looks expensive."

"Sirius wouldn't like me," I said, laughing. "We're just friends. And besides, he's into the hot, sexy, low-shirt, bra-showing girls that give guys what they want." Even though he told me yesterday that sluts aren't satisfactory.

And besides, when was the last time he went out with a girl? Must've been a while ago, huh? That Ashley girl he was trying to get rid of, I think that was the last one. Wow. September.

"And the picture inside of the two of you?" said Lily. "What's that about? It's like a Valentine's Day gift or something."

"It was just to let me know he put a lot of thought into it," I said.

"Cammie." Lily turned to me facing me fully. "He remembered your birthday."

I sighed and looked out at the lake. I didn't want to put it all together and get my hopes up. What was the use of that? Having high hopes, telling Sirius I like him, then getting turned down and losing a friend.

Not worth it.

"Yeah, so?" I said. "He's a friend, Lily. Just a friend."

Lily sighed. "Hmm," she said. It was silent for a bit. Lily was honestly the only person who I could have a comfortable silence that doesn't feel awkward. With Sirius, there's never really too silent of a moment. If there is, he'll break it and be like, "Why is it so quiet?" See? No quietness with him.

"Wait," said Lily, turning to me. "Do you like him?"

"Doesn't matter," I mumbled. "It'd never work."

"Oh, Merlin!" said Lily. "You do like him!"

"We've had this conversation," I said, turning to her. "Remember? The day we won the Quidditch match. I don't like him, Lily."

"I don't believe that," said Lily. "Your face just went all red. You like him."

"Why do you sound all happy about it?" I asked her. "I thought you hated him."

"Anyone can see that he's changed," said Lily. "I still don't like him, but, seriously Cammie, he hasn't dated anyone since that fourth year. He's not too much of a manwhore now."

I shrugged. "It wouldn't work out," I mumbled. "Not in a million years."

"First stage: denial," said Lily. "How long?"

"Since this morning," I said. "The fact that he even remembered…just sort of threw me, I guess. And the locket…ugh. Damn, I wish he'd forgotten!"

"Cammie, I think he –"

"Don't even consider it," I said. "I don't want to get my hopes up. It's stupid and worthless. I'll figure it out later."

Sirius's P.O.V.

"You got her a locket?"

Ugh. Why can't James just leave it? So I know what girls like, sue me.

"Yeah," I said. "Relax, man, it's nothing."

"Nothing?" said James. "You didn't even get any of the girls you were going out with a locket like that. Do you not get it? You like her."

I rolled my eyes and laughed. "Yeah, good one, man. I don't like Cammie. I never will like Cammie. Ever."

James nodded his head. "Uh huh. Sure."

"I don't! It's not that hard to believe that we're just friends."

"Yes. It is that hard to believe. When was the last time that you've had a girl that you're just friends with? Never!"

One thing about me is that I'm a good actor. "Yeah, there are girls. You just don't know them."

"Oh, please. I know every single girl at Hogwarts."

"Well, I was friends with Natalie our first and second year. Before she became a whore."

"Dude, you were her first boyfriend. It lasted three days and then you dumped her."

"No, we were friends before that. I specifically remember her telling me 'you're my friend'."

James laughed. "Sirius, even I would never tell a friend that he's my friend. Usually it's obvious."

Okay, another thing: I'm a good actor, I just suck at improv. "Well, I told Cammie that she was my best friend."

"Wait, what about me?" asked James. "Aren't I your best friend? And Remus and Peter, too? Are you replacing all of us with some…some girl best friend?"

"No, she's just my girl best friend. Put a lid on it, James, I'm getting annoyed with this conversation."

"Well, it's a good thing you don't like her, Padfoot," said James.

"Why?"

"Because, you know, I was talking to Tristan the other day. You know, that seventh year that's friends with Holly?"

Tristan. I knew him. He was the guy that was dancing with Cammie at the bar party two months ago.

"Yeah, what about Tristan?" I said.

"Well, he likes her," said James. "Like, a lot or something. And I was like, 'dude, you don't even know her' and he told me that he knew her but she just didn't remember."

"How can you not remember meeting someone?" I countered. I was trying to make James feel like an idiot.

"Padfoot, you don't even remember half the girls you dated."

"Yeah, well you know I have short term memory loss!"

"Yeah, sure you do, if you can remember being friends with Natalie our first year here when I can't even remember that."

Great. He's like a mastermind or something.

"Well, anyways, I told Tristan I'd introduce him sometime, but he told me he'd find a way to introduce himself. I mean, he's good at that kind of stuff."

"Cool," I said. "He and Cammie would make a good couple. Besides, Cammie needs some experience."

I was dying to yell out that she didn't. I wanted to be the first boy she would kiss. The one to take her lip virginity. Ugh. I'm so torn. I hate this.

"Yeah, she does," said James.

I laughed and smirked at him. "Do you even have any experience or are you still saving your lip virginity for Lily?"

"I'm saving everything for Lily," said James. Then, thoughtfully, he added, "But my lip virginity is taken."

Cammie's P.O.V.

I really like flying. I mean, really, really like flying. I used to be really scared of heights, but now it's all sort of passed. I'm good at it. And the feeling of the air rushing at my face, my shirt blowing against my skin…I don't know, it just feels right.

It's like running. Actually, no, I take that back. A lot of people don't like running. I'm just one of the people that do.

So, anyways, it wasn't late at night or anything, but I was missing dinner and told everyone I had homework to do. Please, I was finished with my homework. Even though time was scarcer than it used to be, I still don't procrastinate. So, anyways, I was just flying and watching the sunset. Flying over the lake, but then flying around the Quidditch pitch instead.

"All alone on a Sunday night, huh?"

I stopped in midair and looked down. Below me was this guy with long, blonde hair down to his ears, and dressed normally, with jeans and a Muggle shirt, one that said the Beatles on it.

I shrugged. "Maybe," I said. Most of my shyness was gone now. I found it easier to talk to people I didn't know, particularly boys. "You're out here alone on a Sunday night, too."

The guy shrugged and gestured to the broomstick in his right hand. "I like flying just as much as the next person."

"Am I the next person in this scenario?"

"Maybe."

He mounted his broom and flew up right next to me. "I'm Tristan Powers, by the way."

My heart almost stopped. This was actually him. He was just as beautiful as Lily and Alice had told me a month ago.

"Cammie Legront," I said. He nodded and smiled, and I was lucky I didn't blush.

"So, you're just out here, flying around, during dinner?" said Tristan. "Because most people usually like to eat and go flying later."

"Hey, you're missing dinner too," I said playfully.

Tristan shrugged. "Touché," he said, a smirk on his face. "So, you're the Keeper on the Gryffindor Quidditch team, right?"

"Yeah," I said, being modest about it.

"You know that you're, like, amazing at the position, right? No one can get over it."

This time I actually did blush. But still, I was trying to be modest about it. "I'm not that amazing. I've only been playing since summer."

"Only since summer?" said Tristan. "That just brings you up even higher on the amazing ranks."

"Thanks," I said nervously, smiling.

"So, how about we race?" said Tristan. "Once around the pitch? I'm in the mood to fly, and it's always more fun when there's a competition."

I rolled my eyes. "If you let me win I'm going to be flat out pissed."

"Hey, I've got one of the nicer models. I'm desperate to show it off."

"Fine," I said. We lined up. "Go!"

And we flew off. It was switching off between me in the lead and him, as if he was debating whether or not to let me win. I was almost flat on my broom, desperate to get all the speed I could get, and he was flat on his broom, too. We rounded the first curve and, since I was facing the inside, I got the lead, but he caught up easily. I had the lead on the second curve, too, but he caught up, and then won.

"Told you I wouldn't let you win," he told me smugly.

I half-smiled. "And now I'm not pissed."

"That's a relief," he said. "If you were pissed, I wouldn't be too happy either."

"Why not?"

"Because I would have to put up with your pissy attitude."

I laughed. Then, I pointed to his shirt. "Fan of the Beatles?"

He shrugged. "Yeah," he said. "I'm Muggle-born, in case you're wondering."

"Really?" I said. He nodded. "I'm Muggle-born too."

"That's so cool," he said. "Where are you from then?

"California. You know, in the States."

"That's pretty far."

"Well, there's nowhere else I could have gone, really."

He smiled at me. "So how long have you been out here already?"

I shrugged. "Probably about an hour, at least."

"And you don't get sick of it?"

"I like the feeling of flying. It sort of makes me feel immortal, as if I won't die."

He nodded. "I know the feeling. Hey, how about we head inside and get something to eat?"

I bit my lip and shook my head. "I want to fly."

Again, he smiled. I got goosebumps on my arms as he slowly flew over and put his hand over mine. "How about I be the tour guide then?" he suggested, in a soft, seductive voice. "You could hop onto my broom and we could fly around the castle for a bit."

I nodded. "Sounds good." I said. We flew down to the ground and I left my broom there, hopping onto his. He put me in front of him and had one of his hands gently around my stomach.

"I promise you'll be safe on the trip," he said.

"I'll take your word for it."

He took me up in the air, and soon we were flying over the lake, and over the tops of the trees of the forest. It was impossible to think of anyone besides him, and I found myself wanting to kiss him.

But it was only because he was so seductive. Only because he had been so attractive.

And then I thought of Sirius. And I didn't feel like kissing Tristan at all, I felt like kissing Sirius. I wanted to be with Sirius, I wanted to hug Sirius, I wanted to be on a broom flying with Sirius.

I started thinking. Tristan was hot. I'd never met anyone as hot as him, except for Sirius. What I was thinking was mean, really mean. I couldn't do it, I had no experience in the dating compartment. I'd never kissed anyone, and Tristan would be expecting someone who's good at that sort of thing.

I knew I had to do it, though. It would get Sirius's attention. I wouldn't let it go too far, and that way, if Sirius and I ever did get together, I would have experience, even though he wouldn't be the first to take my lip virginity, as I'd hoped.

I could feel Tristan's hot breath on my neck. I smiled. I could do this. I knew I could do this.

I gently leaned me head back against his shoulder, and put one of my hands on his hand that was holding my stomach. He got the hint. He flew back down towards the Quidditch pitch and landed. He got off the broom first, and I did second, turning to him. His hands were placed on my hips, and mine were around his neck. He was tall, but I could handle it on my tiptoes. I went up and he went down, and we kissed. Gently, at first.

So this was what it was like to kiss a boy.

He broke the first kiss. "Come on," he said, smiling. He took my hand, and we walked down to the lake. He conjured a tiny blanket up and let me sit down first. I laid down, and he came next, and we were kissing again.

I started to like it.

Sirius P.O.V.

Ugh. Where's Cammie? She's usually up here by now. And she's not even here doing her homework, like she said she would be.

"Relax, Sirius," said Remus. "She'll be here."

"What if something happened, Moony?" I asked. "What if she's hurt?"

He rolled his eyes. "What's up with you? You're obsessed with her."

"I am not."

"Just because she's not here, you think something bad happened to her. And you got her the locket for her birthday. You can't tell me that you don't like her in the smallest amount."

"Yes, I can tell you I don't like her. She's just my best friend, that's it."

How many times have I had to repeat that line? She's just my best friend.

"Fine, then," said Remus. "I think I saw her flying around the pitch earlier. She might be down there."

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"Because I felt she was trying to get some time to herself, that's all. And besides, it's her birthday, she can do what she wants."

"No, I'm just a curious person who wants to hang out with his best friend," I said, and stalked out of the common room. Once the portrait hole closed, I started sprinting, hoping to Merlin that I wouldn't break a sweat. Seven flights of stairs isn't too much when you're going down them, so I was hoping that I would be all right.

I got there and let myself out of the castle into the cool air. I slowly jogged down to the pitch, but no one was there. I got goosebumps. I was scared. Was Cammie really hurt of something?

And then I saw it. Her broomstick. Next to someone else's. So she was with someone.

I walked slowly down to the lake, acting on a hunch. I hoped she would be there.

What I saw was unexpected.

She was there, all right, but someone was on top of her. All of their clothes were on, so they weren't having sex, but they were intensely making out. Tristan and Cammie. Their names don't sound as if they'd make a cute couple but, apparently, they'd just hooked up.

I was in shock. I wanted to be the first guy she would kiss. I wanted to take her lip virginity and then, when we were ready, her actual virginity. I wanted to be the one she would dance with at clubs when we snuck into Hogsmeade. Hell, I even remembered her birthday! I don't even know if I remember when James's birthday is. But I got her a locket for a present, an expensive locket at that, with a picture of the two of us in it, and she's there making out with Tristan.

She might as well just replace the picture in the locket. Her heart doesn't look as if it will ever belong to me.

I sighed. I couldn't get mad at her for this. So she doesn't like me. But who doesn't like me? Ugh. Apparently Cammie.

I felt like I might cry. I never cry. Guys don't cry, it's like a rule. But there Cammie was with Tristan, and here I am by myself. Yes, I was well on my way to becoming an emotional man.

I bit my lip to keep myself from crying and did everything else possible. I wouldn't cry. Crying was for the weak, and Sirius Black wasn't weak. I would be fine.

I started to walk up to the castle. What was the use of even trying anymore? Cammie would never be mine anyways.