Kiss the Girl from The Little Mermaid

When Sirius and I walked into the Three Broomsticks, I felt that something had a cold, iron grip on my left hand. The hold wasn't particularly hard or tight; it felt like it was just frozen onto it, really. I looked down at nearly screamed.

"Sirius Black," I growled. "What are you doing holding my hand?"

He glanced down and looked back at me with a sweet, innocent smile. "Your hand was warm. Plus, I wanted to hold onto you just in case you decided to run again. No point in losing you."

I felt an embarrassed warmth streak across my neck and cheeks and willed my blush to not be obvious. NO NO NO NO NO! I cannot like Sirius Black, of all the available people in Hogwarts! Especially since a couple people thought I was leading his brother on...

"Cute," I said with a slight sneer. I snatched my hand out of his and marched toward Madame Rosmerta at corner, much too eager to not be seen with Sirius and have people get the absolutely wrong idea. Sirius went off to find a seat.

"Hullo, Ms. Georgie, what can I get you?" she asked. I've been coming here with Leila and our other friends since third year and was quite used to us goofing off in the corner booth. She eyed Sirius with a smug smirk. I rolled my eyes again; I really thought Rosmerta had a lot more class than that, but I guess I was wrong.

"A slightly sweeter Butterbeer and a salted caramel milkshake, please," I said, tearing my eyes away from the two. James always said that Rosmerta was a bit of a cougar ever since last year, even though she was only five years our senior. She didn't like breaking the law though, so she usually settled on making eyes at him, Sirius, and sometimes even Remus when it suited her fancy.

She nodded at my request, swaying her hips a little bit more than usual as she worked. I stifled a laugh through a cough. Was she serious?

I turned around again and saw that James, Remus, and Peter had joined Sirius. Damn it.

Rosmerta handed me my butterbeer and salted caramel milkshake with a gracious smile, and I paid her five Sickles. I tore open a Honeydukes bar and broke off the chocolate in little pieces to sprinkle all over the milkshake. I put the bar back in its bag and walked toward the boys.

"...and Deena Halecliff tried to 'bump into me' at the bookstore again," Remus was saying as I approached from behind. James laughed loudly, so much that he nearly knocked Sirius's and my drinks out of my hand.

"Watch it, you git," I said as I successfully managed to spill only a little bit of my butterbeer on the floor.

"Sorry, love, I didn't see-Georgie! What's been going on?" James said with a smirk.

"Nothing much, really. Sirius, this is yours," I said as I placed the milkshake down in front of him. His eyebrows furrowed as he inspected it, and took a small sip. His eyes widened as he enthusiastically drank more of it. I was grateful for how large the glass was; should keep him quiet for a few minutes. "So what's this I hear about Deena Halecliff?"

Deena, though a very sweet girl from Hufflepuff, was just a little bit mad for Remus Lupin. Her and twenty-something other girls were each part of his unofficial and unauthorized fan club*. James and Sirius had fan clubs like Remus's as well, but with a more considerable amount of more girls and in Sirius's case, some boys. I would assume Peter would have one too, but he wasn't conventionally attractive in personality or looks. He was very sweet, though, when he wanted to be.

Anyways, the fanclubs. Even if you thought you weren't under the Marauder spell, you were. Everyone was, with a few exceptions.

Remus wrinkled his nose at me. "Shove off."

"Well, we better get going," James said slowly, rising out his seat. "Don't want to, ah, intrude."

He winked when purred the last word. I gave him the middle finger.

The three boys left, leaving Sirius and I alone. With seats finally at the booth, I was finally able to sit next to him.

After a silence, Sirius opened his mouth. "How did you know I liked salted-caramel milkshakes? With Honeydukes chocolate bits too?"

I felt my cheeks and neck color again. "James might've mentioned it once or twice. Oh, and this is for you, too." I handed him the chocolate-covered salted-caramel from Honeydukes. He opened the paper bag tentatively and he smiled. A real, genuine smile with his great teeth and his single dimple. I have only one dimple, too. My stomach churned when I realized his smile was all too similar to Regulus's.

"I thought you were the one who was supposed to be treated today. I was a complete prat," he said, breaking a caramel in half. He offered one half to me and I took it. He put the other half in his mouth and shut his eyes to savor the sweet melting on his tongue.

"You are a complete prat."

He laughed at this, then grimaced as he remembered our row. "No, really. I was horrible to you. 'You act more like a slag that throws herself at James more than the Quaffle?' I can't believe I told you that, of all people. You said so yourself: you're the most virginal person I've ever met. Couldn't even hold your hand without you being disgusted."

This was his form of an apology. It was surprisingly decent to say the least. So, I have him my form of forgiveness.

"I've said worse. A slag who threw myself at James more than the Quaffle? C'mon, Sirius, I know you've better insults than that."

He smiled genuinely at me again. Then he started to lean in closer to me, his eyes slowly closing...

A/N: Yikes.

*I know the fan club thing is overused and cliché and just present in almost every Marauder story, but it is important. I'm attempting to use the fan clubs as an important part of the plot. If it doesn't work out, though, they'll end up serving as a half-hearted attempt at comic relief.

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