Disclaimer:	Harry Potter and all characters associated with the book belong to J. K. Rowlings.
		But you'll find them doing things here that they'd never do in the bookds :)

Title:		Who is Mister Black?
Chapter:	2

By:		Lucius Gray

Notes:		...I didn't know that Sirius Black was a Gryffindor... is he?(looks uncertain). 
	 	Well, anyways, he's a Ravenclaw in this one! (Makes for easier access :D)
		The Maurauders and Snape are in their sixth year, Lucius is in his fifth year. 
		Please tell me if my style's a bit hard to read? (angelic grin)









It wasn't hard to be invisible without a cloak. One only had to stand next to James. What with his
infectious laughter and incredible humour, the natural assurance that seemed to affect everybody who
knew him, and the goodness that infused his whole being, Sirius found himself noticed but ignored by
the rest of the world. Sometimes he felt jealous for the attention James was getting, and sometimes
he even felt resentful for that fact, but all in all, he enjoyed his friend's company too much. Too
much for jealousy or resentment to come between them.

Afterall, they were bestfriends and bestfriends supported each other.

Except James had a girlfriend now, and didn't spend so much time with the gang of the late. Even if
they met, he would go rattle on and on about Lily, not noticing the hurt he caused in his friend. 

Sometimes that idiot could really be dense, Sirius sighed. Couldn't he notice how Peter simpered at
him every time they spoke? They HAD been friend for six bloody years!

Sirius sighed and picked up a stone, aiming it at the dark school moat. It flipped across the water
with deadly precision leaving small ringlets of waves in its wake. The moat monster reached out its
long tentacles to catch the offending objectto toss it back at Sirius. The dark-haired boy grinned,
pocketing the small stone. Glancing up at the moon, he wondered what was keeping Remus.

It would be full moon in a few nights, and the pale light cast shadows that flickered briefly in the
wind. Remus hated being a werewolf, but Sirius rather enjoyed his company around full moon. Remus,
the shy and introverted boy would transform into a prankster even Siris couldn't match, the werewolf
in him bringing out his playful nature. What he could have been, he thought seriously, if it hadn't
been bullied out of him. 

"You're late," Sirius grinned, as soft footfalls approached. Turning away from the moat and leaving
his brooding self behind, Sirius walked towards where the footsteps stopped. "Come on."

"I didn't know you were expecting me," a soft silken voice laughed. Winds rustled leaves, revealing
a tall, pale blond boy standing under a tree. Sirius took a step back. Lucius Malfoy smirked as he
took a step forward. 

"What are you doing out here at this time of the night?" Sirius asked more out of obligation than of
anger. He wasn't really angry at the younger boy since he too, was breaking school rules. Sighing,
he shrugged as Lucius took a step closer. Their noses were almost touching before Sirius looked up,
suddenly drowning in ice blue eyes.

"I could ask you the same, you know."

Warm breath that smelt of apples and cinnamon covered his chilled face, as long fingers brushed dark
hair out of his eyes. Startled by the warmth of Lucius, Sirius took another step back and shivered.
He was smiling. Not the cold, arrogant smile that he wore all the time but one of those rare smiles
that could change a person's whole being. He looked so much like an ice-sculpture Sirius had almost
been sure that his skin would be cold. 

"What. Scared, Mister Black?" Lucius drawled patronisingly. He was only a few inches shorter than
Sirius, but he would probably grow taller. His presence was overwhelming, causing the Ravenclaw boy
to stand perfectly still. Lucius leant in slightly, breathing in the warm perfume of the pale white
skin before him. Like Sirius, he had been surprised at the warmth of the boy before him.

"Are you trying to seduce me, Lucius Malfoy?"

The blond boy looked up, startled to see a faint smile grace softly stained lips. He looked further
up into warm brown eyes and saw nothing but amusement in Sirius's eyes. Smiling slightly, he closed
in for a kiss.

The boy in front of him stiffened, then melted. Just a delicate brushing of lips together. Nothing
more, nothing less. The two boys, one light and the other dark, stood for an eternity, lips pressed
gently against each other's. Sirius found his lips tingling from the heat and pressure, his fingers
tangling in his robes. All too soon, everything ended.

"There's no need to try," whispered the Slytherin boy. He traced the soft lips before him, smiling. 
Sirius nibbled at the softness absently before remembering himself. Suddenly flushing burgundy red,
he drew back and glared.

"What the hell do you mean!?" he shouted at the silently laughing figure before him. Looking at him 
shrewdly, Lucius shrugged his shoulders in nonchalance, backing away silently into the night. As he
melted away into the shadows, he smiled knowingly as Sirius clenched his fists.

"You know what I mean."

The voice floated across the darkness, caressing flushed cheeks. Sirius flung himself away from the
tree he had been leaning on, and stalked across the moat. He trembled from anger, from confuson, of
the innocent kiss shared. 

I need a beer, he thought, all thoughts of Remus banished from his mind.