A/N: You all remember who Chelsea Dagger is, don't you?

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except my plots, ideas and characters.

Disclaimer II: I don't own Maneater. It's Nelly Furtado's.

The Christmas Ball

Sirius

I banged the drinks glass down, still furious. I couldn't believe I got played like that. Sirius Black was the player, Sirius Black did not get played himself… Oh, great. Now I knew I was crazy. I was talking about myself in…fifth person or something. Remus would know what it was. Speaking of Remus, haven't seen the bugger all evening. He disappeared a couple of hours ago, and no one's seen him since.

I couldn't believe I had got played.

By Dawn Jones.

She was still getting off with that nob end. He was just some blond, tanned Winger! He wasn't special! Dawn deserved someone special. And who had she chosen? A bloody Winger.

Hogwarts girls did NOT date Wingcrofts boys! Sure, the Winger girls might take some of the Hogwarts guys, but that was "socially approved and acceptable". Hogwarts girls did not go to dances with Winger boys, or kiss Wingers like that or dance so slutty with Wingers or let them run their hands down their bodies…

Fine. Dawn was so over.

But I paid good money for her ring! I wasted time thinking it over and buying it- silver with three black gems- and all she had done to repay me was cheat on me with some Winger nob head! And she made me like her! Not just like her, like like her.

This was so stupid! The last time I'd let a girl mess with my head (summer) it had ended up costing me a lot… I poured another drink, thinking about Jenny...

XxX.

'Hey there,' said a girl with long, long, long blond hair streaked with pink. Her dress was actually impressive. It was black and short at the front, with a long ruffly train attached to the back. The front was a ribboned corset, with the short skirt ripped into spikes of three different materials and colours- black, silver and grey. She wore thigh high black, pointed boots. Bloody hell, the heels were sharp! I made a mental note not to do anything that would make her kick me. Her mask was made of the same stuff as the ruffly train. It covered a lot of her face but I saw the silver glittered eyelids, the thick black rim of that pencil stuff that girls love putting on their eyes, layered lashes, intense hazel irises and widening black pupils. Widening black pupils? Hell, yeah! She was into me!

'Hey yourself,' I replied- this girl was a stunning knockout! But did she have anything behind that face? I wanted more than a dumb bimbo- I wanted to be entertained.

'You got a date?' she asked, and I saw her gaze flicker over to Dawn and the Winger. Did I know her?

'Nope. I got complete and utter screwed.'

The girl sighed. 'And here I was, hoping I'd be the first to screw you the night.'

I laughed.

'Should have known. The great Sirius Black and all-'

'OK, so you know my name. Stalker! Kidding. What's yours, and won't your date go on a rebounder if he hears all those flirty comments?'

The girl paused for a moment.

'I don't have one.'

'What, a name?'

'No, stupid-head,' she giggled. 'A date.'

'Dance with me then?' I made puppy dog eyes. The girls can't resist puppy dog eyes. Well, actually, Andie can. But she's my cousin and best-friend-that-is-a-girl, so to be expected, I guess.

'Don't make those bloody eyes at me, wanker,' she scowled.

'Hey! You do not know if I'm a wanker!' I scowled back.

She snorted. 'Please. Don't insult my intelligence.'

Okay, psycho alert? One minute she's digging me and the next she's hating me! Although I have to admit, the whole challenging thing of getting a girl to like me is kind of a turn on. Never usually a problem… Sirius Black will never turn down a challenge. But James takes the piss with that. He needs to know when to give up.

'Dance with me anyway, even though I am a wanker?' I tried.

'So you admit you are a wanker?'

'Er…maybe?'

'OK, OK, you pathetic munchkin. I'll dance with you.'

'What the hell is a munchkin?'

'You don't need to know. By the way, there's only a few songs left, and then I have to go.'

'Whatever. Make the most of what we got, right? And you still aren't telling me your name.'

She smiled. 'It's Chelsea. Chelsea Dagger.'

'Well then, Chelsea Dagger, lets dance.'

XxX.

I took her hand and moved out to the floor, making sure to dance every bit as sluttily as Dawn.

The Weird Sisters struck their final song, Crazy. I made sick gestures and Chelsea imitated me. But my arms slung around her waist anyway, and she stretched hers out to my neck. Impulsively, I kissed her bare shoulder. Chelsea stirred.

'Sorry,' I whispered in her ear. 'Thanks. I thought my night was going to be shit, but I had a good time with you, even if you have to go.'

She had her face pressed against my neck, but her mouth moved to my ear and I had to listen to closely, she whispered that quietly.

'This won't be the last time you see me. I'll come find you after our last song, at the end of the Ball.'

Yes! Yes!!! YES!!! HELL YES. I AM GOING TO HAVE SEX WITH THIS SUPERHOTT GIRL.

'Sure,' I said coolly.

She unwrapped her arms, took my face in her hands and kissed me. Hey hey! I don't like to be dominated. I moved her hands away, deepening the kiss. As the last few screeches of that Summer bitch faded, I drew away slowly. Girls like that. It makes it seem like you don't want to let them go.

'We would like to introduce our new urban range. We're just having fun, and we hope everyone is having a good time!' squealed the nippy Summer Lake, sounding as though she had permanently inhaled helium. 'The Weird Sisters hope the next band, on after us, the band called fairystory can forgive us!'

'Its fairytale, you skanky bitch!' Chelsea shouted, but the music had already started pumping, drowning her words.

'God, I hate that bitch. Her voice is so…Argh!'

'It sounds like she's swallowed helium.'

Chelsea laughed quickly but she glared again as she listened to the words of Summer Lake.

"Everybody look at me, me!
I walk in the door you start screaming
Come on everybody what chu here for?
Move your body around like a nympho..."

'I think I need a drink,' Chelsea stormed over to the bar and poured herself an entire glass of straight Clea Iced. I watched in awe as she downed it in a oner. The only other person I knew who could do that without wincing was Andie, sister of the Narcisstic bitch and Promiscuotrix slut.

'Should you be doing that?' I asked dryly.

'Uhuh. Takes a hell of a lot more than that to get me smashed.'

'Oh, really?'

'Yip.'

'And how many would it take to get you smashed?'

'Mr Black!' Chelsea exclaimed in mock-shock. 'Are you planning to get me drunk, and then proceed to take advantage of me?'

I smiled smugly. 'I believe I am.'

Chelsea drew up on her tip toes to be eyelevel with me.

'And what if said I wanted to take advantage of you first?' she asked in a breathy whisper.

'I'd say, "Pour me a glass or five, Dagger Baby.'

She snickered and we started kissing again.

'Sorry to cut in,' drawled a voice I vaguely recognised, shoving me and Chelsea apart. 'But I need the-'

Callum Jay stopped when he saw the girl standing next to me.

'Hey, man,' I greeted him, to end the deadly silence. He nodded in response. 'This is-'

'I know who that is,' he said darkly, and Chelsea flinched.

But she stood her ground. She acknowledged Callum with a turn of her head and a gritted, icy tone. 'CJ.'

'I was real excited when I found out us Wings were coming here. You remember Michaela, don't you?' Callum said acidly, gesturing to an attractive, curvy blonde wearing a skimpy dress and a pink top hat.

'Michaela? I'm not sure if I know a Michaela. Oh, wait I did. She was a skanky, slutty, whore faced, spineless, acid, manipulative little bitch who's hobbies included shagging my boyfriend. Oh, what do you know? Spitting image. Must be her.'

Callum looked close to punching something- or someone.

'Take your venom back, and then get lost.'

'No. You take your venomous piece of whore out of my sight. This is my school, you tosser.'

Callum stood furiously for a moment, then played an ace.

'You never got over me, did you? Never liked the fact that I had seen it all and done it all before you. But what really killed you was that I was a better liar, better than-,' he leaned close and whispered words I didn't catch.

Chelsea slapped so hard her fingers bent backwards, and I heard a definite crack! on Callum's jaw.

'Shit!' she hissed, clutching her fingers in pain.

'Shit!' he hissed, and spat blood on the floor.

Callums venomous piece of whore had noticed something was up, and had stopped laughing to the group of boys surrounding her. She started moving over, probably wanting Chelsea's blood. But as I had just seen, Chelsea could definitely hold her own! Chelsea and Callum were regarding each other, glares as sharp and deadly as daggers. Haha, dagger...

'You're a schizophrenic, psychotic bitch,' he snarled, rubbing his jaw.

'And you're a twisted, cheating bastard. Guess that makes us about even,' she snarled back quietly. I tugged gently on her ruffly train, but she ignored me and took a step towards Callum. He flinched. He thought she was going to hit him again! Well, he had some kind of sense. I was now scared shitless of this girl. She could beat the crap out of both of us- and we all knew it! Just like Andie... God, that's annoying. Andie could beat me up more than James could. That's saying something.

'Listen for tracks three and five. They're dedicated to you, dearest. Give my best to whoreface.'

Chelsea marched away with dignity about three seconds before the whoreface Michaela reached Callum. I heard faint shouting, and I saw Callum pointing furiously at us out of the corner of my eye. This was not good. Michaela stormed over and spun Chelsea around roughly.

'I want a word,' Michaela began hotly.

'Here's two: Fuck off,' Chelsea said shortly, walking away again.

I gave the whoreface an apologetic grin, or maybe it wasn't so apologetic, 'cause she glared at me like she wanted to kill me with her eyes. Then I chased after Chelsea. I stepped infront of her, as she obviously didn't like getting turned around and kissed her, a real Sirius Black kiss. The one that apparently makes girls go weak at the knees and all that jazz? Well, it didn't have that sort of effect, although she did blink as though in a daze. Yes!!! Strike for the Black.

'You're incredible,' I told her, already embarrassed by the words coming out of my mouth, but carrying on. 'Superhott. Smart arsed. Strengthful.Why couldn't I find you before tonight?'

She laughed and smiled sadly. 'Strengthful isn't a word. And maybe you weren't looking for me in the right places.'

The Hall erupted into cheers and whistles. Not for us. The Weird Sisters had finished. Thank God!

'I gotta go...Ow!' she said, touching her fingers. I acknowledged her with a turn of my head, like she had, drawing my wand and muttering some half-arsed Charm and it worked! Another strike for the Black!

'Thank you!' Chelsea Dagger kissed me one last time.

'Oh, and on stage, it might look like I'm with the drummer, but I'm really not.'

'O..kay?'

'Knew you'd understand!' she raced off.

XxX.

Note: Wingcrofts is another magical school I've invented, (nicknamed Wingers by Hogwarts students that don't like them) and there will be a fic coming soon about it!

Also please read First Circumstances. It's the first year of all these characters.