A/N: hey, I know it's been a while, and thanks for waiting. I want you to know of a change I'm thinking of making so PLEASE READ! I am thinking about changing the name of the story to "What Are Friends For"

Since I know most of you don't read this, I'm putting it in all caps.

I AM THINKING ABOUT CHANGING THE NAME OF THE STORY TO "WHAT ARE FRIENDS FOR"

Just tell me what you think about it. Thanks!

Sirius's P.O.V.

"Hey, Sirius."

I looked up from the cauldron to see Cammie's face. It was our first class that Monday morning, the Monday that I'd considered skipping because I didn't want to face Cammie in Potions.

"Oh, hey," I said.

"I didn't see you at breakfast," she said, sitting down next to me. "What's up?"

"Nothing," I said, shrugging. "I just wanted to get here early, I guess."

"That's a first," she said sarcastically.

"Hey, I can be dedicated to school when I want to," I said. "I just usually don't want to."

"Makes sense, I guess."

"Hey, man," said James as he walked in. He nudged my shoulder. "Where were you this morning?"

"Today's his 'being dedicated to school' day," Cammie said.

"Wow," said James. "This hardly ever…wait, no, this has never happened before."

Cammie laughed. "I know, that's what I was thinking."

"Hey, I'm a smart person, give me credit," I said.

"Whatever, Padfoot," said James, walking over to sit by his Potions partner, Delilah.

"So, where were you last night?" I asked casually. "I thought you said you were going to do your homework."

Cammie squirmed a bit and smiled. "Well, I was actually flying."

"Really?"

"Yeah, but then this guy—you know Tristan Powers, right?" I nodded. "Well, he came over because he wanted to go flying too. And then he gave me a ride on his broomstick, over the lake and everything. And…well, we sort of hooked up."

"Seriously?" I asked, faking enthusiasm. "I'm proud of you, Cammie. You're first hook-up."

"I know, right?" she said, smiling, and then biting her lip. "He says he wants to see me again, tonight. You know, hang out with me and do our homework together. He says he can help me since he's a seventh year and all."

"You sound like you really like him."

She nodded. "Honestly, I've never fallen for anyone so quickly before. He's great. And he's a good flyer."

He probably feeds her all those cheesy pick-up lines that James gave him one time when we were in our third year and he was in his fifth. He believed every single one of them. I remember one of them being, "Hey, I heard girl's like going out to dinner with hot guys. Is that true?"

I think Peter even ran up to our dorm one time to tell us that he heard Tristan using the pick-up line. All of us almost peed our pants.

"That's important," I said. "If he's not a good flyer, dump him. Is he a good kisser, too?"

"Amazing," she said. "His lips are so soft."

"It was your first kiss, huh?"

She blushed. "Don't say that out loud," she whispered. "Yeah, it was, and I think we got to second base in one night."

I shrugged. "That's what usually happens in hook-ups. Unless you're Lacey, where you make it all the way home in about five minutes."

It was just then that Natalie walked into the room and, having heard what I said about her best friend, she glared at me. I rolled my eyes. She's the same as Lacey.

"I don't know if he's expecting anything from me," she said to me, her voice low. "You know, like a quick hook-up or sex or something."

She says it like it's a bad thing. "Look, if he's offering to help you on your homework tonight, don't think he's one of those rotten guys who like to constantly flirt with girls just to get what they want."

"Like you?" she smirked.

"I'm not that bad," I said. Do I need to remind her that I've been dateless for the past couple months? No, I don't. Besides, she loves to mention it and make fun of me. But, then again, I used to have the best rebuttal that she had never kissed anyone.

Can't use that now. I'm screwed.

"Mmhmm," said Cammie, rolling her eyes. "Sure."

It was my turn to roll my eyes and groan. "I'm not!"

"Relax, Sirius, I was joking around."

Why is her constant joking around making me feel…uneasy, all of a sudden? And mad? Like I want to yell at her and make-out with her at the same time?

Ugh. I hate liking people like this. It's never, ever, ever, EVER been like this before. Ever. I hate it, I hate, I hate it!

I feel like a chick. One that's completely and totally in love with and obsessed over a guy they like. Wait, now I'm comparing myself to a chick? Wasn't I the one comparing James to a chick on Friday? Now I'm calling myself a chick?

What the HELL is wrong with me?

Ugh. I give up. I don't even know what to think anymore. Too many emotions I've never had before in my life are taking over my body. I think I'm about to drown in a lake of ugly, dirty, disgusting emotions. I'm done for. Dead. Gone.

I really am a chick. Now I'm making freaking metaphors?

Cammie's P.O.V.

I could feel tension this morning. Between me and Sirius, I mean.

I was almost glad that Potions ended and Sirius and I went our separate ways, me to Ancient Runes and Sirius to Divination. Ancient Runes meant hanging out with Lily and Alice, since the two of them took the class. Now, the class was nearly bearable.

I walked with the two of them to the class, saying goodbye to Sirius when I left.

"What's up with Sirius?" Alice asked. "I mean, honestly, he seems a bit…angry."

I shrugged. "I don't know."

"I mean, you're wearing the beloved locket he gave you," said Alice. "Why could he even possibly be mad?"

I rolled my eyes. "He could be mad for many reasons."

"He's never mad around you," said Alice. "Everyone notices it. Even Frank."

"And what does Frank think?"

"He thinks Sirius likes you."

"Hmm."

"Hey, where were you last night, anyways?" asked Lily. "I mean, you skipped dinner, but you weren't doing your homework like you told us you would be."

I bit my lip. "I was flying."

"Alone?" asked Lily.

"Oh, my gosh!" said Alice. "You know, Tristan wasn't in the common room last night, either."

Trust Alice to notice. "I didn't even know you were friends with him."

"I'm not, I just notice him because he's so hot," said Alice. "But I swear he wasn't there last night."

"He might have been in his dormitory."

Alice rolled her eyes. "You take the fun out of everything."

"Wait," said Lily. She looked at me. "Alice is right. Tristan never goes into his dormitory until after eleven, anyways. And you were flying…supposedly alone?"

I looked sideways at the wall for a second. "Maybe."

"Oh, Merlin!" Lily said, just as Alice yelled, "Damn!"

"What?"

"You two hooked up, didn't you?" said Alice. "I knew it, I knew it, I knew it!"

"Cammie, you have no idea how incredibly lucky you are!" said Lily. "Any girl would die to hook up with him."

"Was he a good kisser?" asked Alice. "I mean, I've heard girls talk, but that just might be talk."

"Tell us everything," Lily urged. We finally made it to the class and sat down at the table.

They had deliberately placed me at the middle of the table. In between the two of them. With no escape.

"It's a short story," I said. "Not nearly interesting enough."

"Do you think we care?" said Alice. "Come on, Cammie. We never get this much excitement!"

So I explained the night to them. Everything from first meeting him to racing him to kissing him to sneaking back into the castle with him and giggling the entire way up to the Gryffindor common room.

"It was really cute once we got there, too," I said. "He stood facing me right in between the two staircases leading us our separate ways and took my hands in his. And he just gazed into my eyes and asked, 'Can I help you with your homework tomorrow night?' and, of course, I said yes. And then, he hugged my waist and I put my arms around his shoulders, stood up on tiptoe, since he's, like, really tall, and then we kissed goodnight."

"You have NO idea how lucky you are," said Alice. "No idea whatsoever. Nada."

"Trust me, I know," I said, giggling.

"You'd better know," said Alice. "I would kill to be with Tristan."

"What about Frank?" Lily teased. Alice blushed.

"Frank can wait a bit," said Alice. "Besides, he doesn't have to be the only one for me. And I don't like him, Lily. At least not like that."

"Even Cammie could tell, and that was before we were even friends with her."

Alice bit her lip and looked at me. "Is it that obvious?"

"Oh, no," I said, trying not to be mean. "It's just, you know, you guys make, like, the perfect couple."

"Really?" said Alice.

"Yeah," I said. "And if Frank's not going for it, then, well, that's his own fault."

"Should I—"

"No," Lily and I said at the same time. Lily started laughing and I took over. "I'm sorry, but it's just weird when the girl asks the guy out."

"Unless it's for a quick hook-up or something," Lily put in. "You know, because then you won't be with the guy in the morning and it won't matter."

Alice sighed. She was so used to being the one to give boy advice that receiving it from me and Lily was just awkward to her.

The period started and ended and, before I knew it, it was lunch. We walked down to the Great Hall and went our separate ways, since I usually ate lunch with Sirius. Before I knew it, somebody wound their hand around my waist and started guiding me. I looked up to see Tristan.

"Hey," I said, smiling. He just seemed to have that affect on me now. Even if I didn't like him as much as I liked Sirius, I still liked him a certain amount. He was sweet and charming.

"Hey," he said, bending down to peck me on the forehead. I blushed a tiny bit. We stopped walking for a second and he turned to face me. "Umm, do you want to eat lunch with me today?"

"Like a date?" I asked.

"If you want to label it," said Tristan, still smiling. He seemed hesitant, shy.

"Yeah, lunch sounds good," I said.

"Cool," said Tristan, and he led me over to the end of the table, where there were two spots left, and let me sit down first. When he sat down next to me, his arm was still touching my waist, and I could feel goose-bumps prickling my skin. "So how was your day?"

"Relatively boring," I said. "I'd rather be doing other things than sitting in a classroom studying."

"Yeah, same," said Tristan. "I'd so much rather be playing guitar."

"You play the guitar?" I asked.

"Yeah," said Tristan. "Have been since I was ten. I mostly play acoustic."

Sirius P.O.V.

Ugh. That's the second time Cammie's ditched me. And for another guy. Great. Just great. Does nothing ever go according to plan?

Wait. What plan do I even have?

"Whoa, when did that happen?" sounds like James had finally noticed.

Peter gasped. "Cammie has a boyfriend!" he said. I scoffed and James rolled his eyes, while Remus just sat there, smirking.

"They're not boyfriend and girlfriend yet," I explained. "They're just together."

"Isn't that the same as being boyfriend and girlfriend?" Peter asked.

"No, it's not the same," I said. "It's completely different."

"Why?"

"Because when you're just together with someone, it's an open relationship. They can still go for other people, but mostly they just stay with each other and then, when it starts getting serious, the labels come out and they're, as you said, 'boyfriend and girlfriend'." I put air quotes around boyfriend and girlfriend.

"When did it happen, though?" James asked.

"Last night," I answered. "They met each other flying and things just sort of happened. Cammie claims they got to second base."

"What do the bases even stand for?" asked Remus.

James and I laughed. "That's a question we'd expect from Wormtail, not you," said James.

"Even I know this," said Peter, scoffing in Remus's direction.

"Okay," I said. "James, how about you explain this?"

"You don't know the bases either, do you?" said James.

"Well, I will when you tell me," I said.

James rolled his eyes. "Fine," he said. "First base is simple, just French-kissing, you know? Easy. Second base is groping. Under the shirt groping. Third base is oral sex, I guess. And home is, well, you know, getting all the way home. Sex."

I laughed. "There's no way Cammie got to second base in one night, then," I said. "She's too much of a prude to let that happen."

"Yeah, and he might be too much of a pervert to care what she thought," said James, shrugging. "It's cool that they're together, though. As long as she doesn't let it mess with her Quidditch. The next match is going to be tough."

Yeah, because Quidditch is so important. Let me just put Quidditch at the top of my priorities, over my life.

Wait. I don't play Quidditch. Wait another second, who cares? Ugh. Today's not my day.

"I never took Cammie as the sort of girl that would like Tristan," said Remus. "Cammie's really bright and Tristan's, well, not."

"Do brains really matter in a relationship?" said James.

"No, I guess not, if they really like each other," said Remus.

I just kept eating my food quietly.

"Hey, Peter, looks like you have a good chance at getting a girl then," said James.

"Thanks, now I feel good," said Peter, flicking a pea at James.

"You're welcome," said James, totally nonplussed.

I rolled my eyes. "Who do you even like, Peter?"

"Ugh, we've gotten into this conversation so many times," said Remus, groaning.

Peter sighed and shrugged. "Umm, as of right now?" he said.

"No as of last year," I said sarcastically. "Of course as of right now!"

"Umm, I actually sort of like, umm, Janie Schmitt. You know, that third year Hufflepuff."

James and I looked at each other approvingly. "Janie's pretty hot," said James. "Are you going to ask her out?"

Peter started shaking his head. "No," he said. "I've never even said a word to her in my entire life."

"Then go talk to her, man!" James encouraged. "She's sitting right over there. And, well, even though you're not the best looking guy in the world, well, she could still like you for personality."

"I can't—" Peter realized his voice was really loud and lowered it. "I can't just go over and talk to her. I'd need an excuse."

I took the apple on the table and threw it. It his Janie in the head and she grabbed the back of her head and said a whimpered "Ouch!"

"Now you have an excuse," I said. "And don't return without the apple. That's a failed mission."

Peter groaned, got up, and walked over to her. All three of us turned in our seats to see how it turned out. "He might have a chance," James said. "Third year girl, never had a boyfriend before. She'll need to start somewhere."

"Don't jinx him," Remus said.

"Hey, umm, sorry about the, uh, apple," said Peter. "Could I, uh, have it back?"

"Yeah, sure," said Janie, bending down to pick it up off the floor. "Just be more careful next time, okay? It sort of hurt."

"Yeah, sorry," said Peter quickly. "I'm, umm, Peter Pettigrew by the way. Marauder, in case you're wondering."

Janie nodded and half-smiled. "Yeah," she said. "I'm Janie Schmitt."

"I know," said Peter.

"Fail!" James and I whisper-yelled. I could see Peter tense up, under pressure.

"Yeah, sorry again," he said. "I'm just gonna, umm, go."

"Bye," said Janie, turning back to her friends."

Peter ran back to us as fast as he could. Embarrassing, that was. Well, for him, not for me. It was entertaining to me. Something to take my mind off of Cammie.

Great. Now I'm back to thinking about Cammie.

Cammie's P.O.V.

"Yeah, I'm going to need some help with this one," I said, giggling.

"Come on, even I can do it," Tristan said.

We were in the Room of Requirement, working on a spell that I was pretending to be awful at. Truth was, Tristan was awful at it too, but I couldn't tell him that.

I pretended to fail once again. I've never failed so many times in a row trying to do a spell. If anyone saw me, they'd know that it was just to get Tristan to come up behind me, put his hand on my waist, and control my wand movements with his other hand.

I rolled my eyes and laughed at my stupidness. I'm so naïve.

"How about we take a break for a while?" Tristan suggested. "Sit on the couch?"

I sighed, a sigh of relief, a sigh totally fake. "Sounds great."

I've never been this good at acting. Suddenly, I'm enjoying this game of make-believe.

Tristan sat down first. I sat down second and put my legs over his lap. I was only in the under part of my Hogwarts uniform, so that was a skirt and the sweater. Same for him, except he was in the pants. His hand was supporting my waist once more. His other hand was supporting my legs, and I was giggling.

"What's so funny?" he asked.

I giggled again. "My legs are ticklish," I admitted.

"Oh, really?" he said, smiling an evil smile. Suddenly, he was tickling me, and I was laughing uncontrollably.

"Stop, stop, stop!" I kept on saying. I was shoving his shoulder and then accidentally grabbed it, pulling him on top of me, where we got tangled and fell to the floor. He was still on top of me. "This is new," he said.

"We've only been together for a day," I said. "Everything is pretty much new."

He kissed me on my lips, and I kissed him back. "Are you comfortable like this?" he asked me.

Wow. He's so considerate.

"As long as I'm with you," I said in barely a whisper. His lips were back on mine, hard, aggressive, but I was fine with this. I was experimenting, after all, figuring it all out.

He pulled away, and I looked up at him, wondering. "I want to tell you something."

"Yeah?" I said.

"Umm, I know it's only been a day," he started, and I could tell he was a little bit nervous. "It's just, I really like you. A lot. And I don't want you to see other people."

"Are you asking me to be your girlfriend?" I asked.

"Not if you're not willing yet," he said. "I just, well, I only want you right now. No one else. And I want to know if you feel the same way."

No. I don't feel the same way. Sirius.

"Yeah, I do feel the same way," I said. Everything was happening so fast. A part of me was panicking, but I told that part to shut up and let everything happen.

Tristan smiled. "So, are you my girlfriend then?"

"Are you my boyfriend?"

"Of course."

"Then yes."