AN: Hi again. I have two more chapters I wrote but couldn't post because I ha no internet, so I'm just putting them up today.
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With much love,
Alex

Anything For You

"Mmmm..." Sirius sighs, huffing onto my hair as I lean against him, intently reading a charms book that James requested I look into. I don't know what the boy's planning, but I can guarantee it's not something good. But because James is my best mate, I'm reading it anyway, even if it will come back to bite me in the butt later.

Sirius and I are leaning against a wall in the corridor leading out into the courtyard, shaded from the bright sun by the cool stone walls. His arms are wrapped loosely around my waist, chin resting on my shoulder as he reads the book while I do.

I pat his hands like one would pat a good dog, ignoring the annoyed growl that I get from my boyfriend. He really is a good dog.

I lean my head back, brushing my lips under his jaw as I close my eyes, just enjoying the quite peacefulness of this moment with Sirius. A moment, which, no surprise, has to be ruined by someone who comes careening down the corridor and smacks right into us, sending my flying and knocking Sirius against the wall.

I hit the ground hard and lay there, flat on my back, trying to catch my breath as I stare into a pair of surprised black eyes. I groan inwardly as I notice who's on top of me-Severus Snape. Sirius hates Snape and Snape hates me, causing Sirius to dislike him more. Every time they are near each other, something happens, usually resulting in a trip to the hospital wing to remove tails from Sirius or cut off hair sprouting from his ears.

Severus's face twists in disgust and he shoves himself off of me, wiping his hands on his clothes as if he touched something vile. I don't know why Severus started hating me. We were never really friends, but we got along well before Sirius and I started dating. It was the summer before fifth year when we started, and in fifth-year was when Severus found out I was a werewolf. I can understand hating me for the werewolf factor, but I never knew what I did to the boy by going out with Sirius.

Sirius let's out a growl of anger, carefully pulling me to my feet, brushing my cheek with the back of his hand tenderly, then wheeling around to face Severus.

"Hello, Snivelly." he says, voice sugar-sweet and laced with venom, eyes narrowing into vicious-looking grey slits. I'm frozen in place where Sirius pulled me up, watching this exchange with wide eyes. Severus's eyes grow clouded, filling with some unknown emotion that looks strangely like, anguish? Why would he be upset that Sirius is mad? Sirius takes a step forward just as Severus takes a step back, face rearranging into a cold mask.

"What were you doing, Snivellus? why don't you watch where you going and not knock into Remus? What's your problem?" Sirius spits acidly, the two boys circling around each other menacingly. Severus draws his head up haughtily, trying to seem indifferent.

"Maybe a filthy dark creature shouldn't be taking up hallways that are meant for normal students. Hmm Black? You could do so much better than... That." his glittering black gaze looks me up and down, lips curving into a sneer. Sirius nearly snarls in anger, hands clenching into tight fists as he throws himself at Severus, completely forgetting the fact that he's a wizard and can use a wand instead of fighting like a Muggle. The two of the them go at it, punching at each other and grappling while I just stand, frozen with shock for a minute.

Coming to my senses, I yell "Sirius, stop!", but the words come out shrilly and don't have the effect I want. Instead of trying to convince Sirius to stop, I just reach into the mass of writhing bodies and grab onto the collar of Sirius's robes, using my brute strength to yank him out of the fight with Severus.

I wrap both arms around him, restraining him from launching himself at the Slytherin again. His lip is busted open and bleeding, one eyes starting to swell up black and blue, but the rest of him looks unharmed. Severus unfortunately, as he scurries back on his butt, can not say the same. His whole cheek looks swollen, both eyes ringed with black, nose crooked and spewing blood. Sirius can pack quite a punch.

"I'll kill you, you greasy little bastard!" Sirius shouts, struggling against my vice-like arms, voice emanating hatred towards the other black-haired boy. Severus blanches at the murderous look on Sirius's face and wisely decides to scramble away, running pell-mell down the hallway, robes flying every-which-way.

When he's finally out of sight, I think it's okay to release Sirius, and I automatically start checking him for any other wounds. My fingers gently skim the bruise that's forming above his eye and I give my crazily impulsive boyfriend a hug.

"Thanks, Padfoot." I say, kissing him softly on the cheek. Thanks to Sirius, nothing Snape says bothers me any more because of Sirius's lovely encouragement and support.

"Anytime babe." He answers me, sounding more composed now, poking at his lip as he says "Anytime, anywhere. Anything for you."