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"Well? Were you stunned by our phenomenal powers of seduction?" Sirius asked me cheerily, batting his eye-lashes in that jokingly-flirtatious way of his.

I burried my scarfed-face in my hands. I was completely red under the coarse fabric, and the blue dyed skin, and everyone in the Common Room, twenty people from various years, give or take a few, was snickering and staring at me. "We were serenading you! We figured that if you had two lovely men battling it out for your heart in song, you couldn't become a Mrs. Haversham!" James added in with what sounded like self appriciation at his selflessness.

Merlin's pants I hate my life. "Miss. Havisham." I corrected him rigidly, grinding my teeth together and trying to muster as much patience as possible. "And you two are such gits." And with that I ducked my head and fled to my room.

I'm not really sure why I was so upset about it. Maybe I was just being a hormonal girl. That time of the month was coming up...

But no. Not that. It just upset me. Without reason. I knew they didn't mean to. They never really had bad intentions. They just did stupid things without thinking. And I was mad.

I could hear them shouting down in the Common Room, and Lily scolding; something like 'I TOLD YOU SO!'.

"Rissa! Come down!" Cried James, "We were just joking around!"

And then Sirius' voice, "Repunzel, Repunzel, let down your long hair! I wish to look upon your face, so pale and fair!" And it sounded like he'd been given a hard elbow to the stomach by James again. "Oof! Owwww!"

My cousin hissed venomously, "Prat! That's what got her mad in the first place!"

At that point in time I could honestly say that I would like nothing more than to completely vanish off the face of the earth.

Funny, how that feeling seems to be a constant presence in my life. I was always a complete mess, tripped over thin air, and my face was blue. There was a loud banging sound, some loud yells and shouts, and a detirmined grunt.

I rushed to the door and pressed my ear to it, to better hear what was going on down there.

That was when the chanting started.

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"Black! Black! Black!"

I grunted again, and heaved myself further up the steep slope of the steps to the girl's dormitories, holding onto the banister for dear life.

Sirius Black: Boldly going where no boy has gone before.

Seriously.

I tried to get my feet up, to stand, but they just slid right out from under me again. I grimaced, ground my teeth, and tried to find some sort of foot hold. None.

Alright. So that was not going to work.

I gripped the banister more firmly, and pulled myself up further. Wow. This was hard. My arms screamed in protest.

James leapt up after me, trying to get a running start from the other side of the Common Room. He missed the banister by inches and scrambled to find some other sort of hold. He found my head. It jerked back painfully. "OW! PRONGS!"

"Sorry! Sorry!" James appologized profusely, still clinging to my head with resolute resolve. "Now climb, my pet, climb like the little monkey I know you have trapped inside!"

I chomped down on my bottom lip, "I've got no monkeys. Now ger'off'a me!" I growled in response, grasping the banister as tightly as my arms would allow.

His fingers dug into my scalp, "Never! Together we will triumph over this beast!" He assured me with valor, it what he clearly believed to be a chivalrous voice.

My neck was really starting to hurt. And I wasn't sure how much longer my arms could hold us both up. "Prongs! If you don't let go of my head, we'll both fall, and never make it up!" I insisted, clawing the banister to pull us both further up the stair-slide. I was able to worm my way up about two more inches.

James' grip faltered, and he slid down the slide once again, screaming and wailing; "GO ON WITHOUT ME, MATE!"

I clung on and hoisted myself up further. The chanting was wstill going on, mostly the boys of Gryffindor, commending the brave soul who dared to attempt the unattemptable.

You know, this would be alot easier if I just went to my bedroom and got my broomstick.

Why didn't I think of that ten minutes ago?

Too late now.

Only another foot or so. So close.

I let go of the banister with one hand, and swung it up to the ledge of the slide. I dug my finger tips into the stone floor until they ached, and pulled myself all the way up, panting. James led a round of; 'For He's a Jolly Good Fellow' and I made a small, unnecessary bow, before proceeding to open every door until I found the one that Rissa was sprawled on the floor of.

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I stared blankly up at blue-faced Sirius, my head-cover a tad bit askew. "Um..."

"Why are you on the floor?" He asked me, before I could get anything intelligent out.

I scrambled up clumsily, trying to keep my face covered up. "I- um. Fell." Story of my life.

He seemed to be thinking the same thing, because a wicked grin spread across his face, "Right." And then he frowned again, "Listen, Riss," You really can't get the full power of Sirius' 'Listen, Riss' unless you hear and see it. His eyes got really sincere, and his eyebrows lowered, forehead furrowed. "We didn't mean to upset you. The idea was to embarrass ourselves so much in front of you that you'd feel better about the whole blue thing." He waved his hands expressively, "In hindsight, we probably should have thought of something that wouldn't have embarrassed you even more than it embarrassed us."

I nodded, lips twitching into a smile(Look, it wasn't my fault, you'd smile too if he was being so sweet and sincere to you), "Yeah. Probably." I really hated how much I couldn't be mad at him. All he had to do was bat his eyelashes at me, and I couldn't stay being mad at him. I wonder if he knew the effect he had on me. Probably not. If he did, he'd take advantage of it much more often.

"So will you come down to the lake with us all then? Promise James and I won't burst into anymore spontanious songs." He said, with a grin, clapping me on the shoulder. "Promise I won't laugh at you if you take that ridiculous scarf off." He then added, with a wink.

Releasing a heavy sigh, I glared, "Fine. And fine. And if you do laugh, I'll be forced to remind you that it's all your fault." I muttered unhappily, unwrapping the scarf and tossing it on my bed with a huff of discontentment. "How did you get up here anyway?"

With that, he got on his knee, and stretched out his arms; "Baby, there ain't no mountain high enough, ain't no valley low enough, ain't no river high enough to keep me from getting to you!" He sang loudly, completely off tune.

I pulled him off and elbowed him in the stomach. "You are such a ham." And I couldn't keep the affection out of my voice, smiling despite myself.

Sirius grinned wickedly, rubbing his gut dramatically, "Oh, but you wouldn't love me so much if I wasn't."

No. No, I probably wouldn't.

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A/N:

Short and stupid, I know. But I need some feedback for the next chapter. I'm not sure if I want to do a Christmas shopping trip to Hogsmeade, or a troubling picnic on the Lake? Either way, there will be some drama and whatnot. I just need help deciding what for the dramam will take. It's hard making decisions, you know?
Thanks to everyone who reviewed, favorited or put the story on their alerts. It's been a bit mind-blowing. I mean, at least fifteen different people added it to their favorites/alerts after the last chapter. Which, I guess, isn't really a big number, but it's a big number for me. XD Thanks again, and I'd love it if I could get the same amount of feedback! It really means alot to know that someone's reading your story,likes it, and/or wants to read it again.