A/N- Thank you reviewers! I'm going on holiday for a while, so I won't be able to update sorry! Meanwhile, could you wonderful guys tell me what you'd like to see in the next chappie? To sustain you, here's the third one-
Lily and Andrew.
"Oh come on Professor! Please!" Moaned Anya to Professor Veltcher, the potions master. "Why can't we pair up ourselves?"
"Miss Williamson, may I remind you of the last time you and Mr Black partnered each other in potions?" snapped the professor. "I refuse to let you work with him again!"
Anya exchanged a grin with Sirius before turning back to the professor desperately, "Please! Sir I can't work with Snape, it'll kill me!"
The class tittered, even some of the Slytherins.
"Miss Williamson, the answer is no!"
"What about Remus then?"
"He is paired with Miss Tonks."
" But…-"
"Miss Williamson, move your things to Mr Snape's bench, NOW!"
Anya made an impatient noise and grabbed her bag and jacket, stomping over to Snape's bench and flinging herself on a chair, striking a pose not unlike Sirius. Snape leant forward, and whispered, "If it makes you feel any better, I'm not any more pleased about this than you."
"Nothing could make me feel better about working with you." Spat Anya furiously. She hated potions anyway, but the guys had always made it bearable. Last potions, her and Sirius had managed to turn Malfoy's sleek blond locks purple, when Anya had accidentally made a hair-coloring potion, and Sirius had poured it on him. It had earned them both a detention, but it had been worth it to see the look on Malfoy's face. It seemed she was paying for it for real now.
"You will me making a sleeping draught today. The instructions are on the board. Begin."
Anya made no sign of getting up, and after looking daggers at each other for a few moments, Snape rose from his chair, and went to the store cupboard to collect ingredients.
"Oi! Midnight!" hissed Sirius. Anya turned around immediately.
"Having fun?" he said, smirking. Anya made a rude hand gesture at him, before turning away. Sirius laughed.
Snape returned with the ingredients. "I don't think I'm meant to do all the work myself you know Williamson" he said quietly.
"I don't care what you think!" said Anya, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. Lily, was on the bench behind Anya, and chipped in,
"Anya! Don't be rude, he's being perfectly reasonable!"
Anya turned to face her, looking surprised.
"What on earth is it to do with you?" She asked bewildered. "Lily, this is the guy that calls you a mudblood, like, every day. Why do you stick up for him?" there was no nastiness in Anya tone, just genuine curiosity, but Lily still blushed slightly.
"Because th… there's no need to sink to his level!"
"I'm not! I'm just making him do all the work!" James, Remus, Peter and Sirius all guffawed at this, but Lily still looked slightly angry.
"It's not fair Anya, and you know it!" Anya looked annoyed, and said, with a slight warning tone to her voice,
"Lily, you're a very nice person an all, but have you ever tried not being so… good?"
Lily blushed furiously, and busied herself with the potion, as though she had not heard Anya. But she had. The words had gone deeper than Anya could have possibly imagined.
"Midnight, of course she's too good… she's a prefect!" came Sirius' voice through the babble, arrogant as usual.
Lily visibly winced. It was bad enough when Anya called her a goody- goody, but when Sirius joined in… it tore her up inside. She heard James berating Sirius- "Lay off her Padfoot!"- And this hurt her even more. She would have given anything for it to be the other way round, with James taking the mickey out of her, and Sirius sticking up for her. She stared as Sirius walked across the chamber, placed his arm round Anya's shoulders, bent his head down to Anya's level, and whisper something. She also saw Anya whisper something back, and Sirius throw an amused glance at Snape.
"Lily? Lily!" Arabella's voice shook Lily out of her reverie, but she still spent the rest of the lesson regarding Anya Williamson with envy, and Sirius Black with longing.
Later that night in the common room, Lily watched as Remus and Anya chatted, and Sirius and James put their heads together, no doubt planning some prank. She was only half listening to Tonks, babbling on about how nice Remus had been to her in potions.
"And he was such a gentlemen too Lily! He…-"
/Sirius was a gentleman too, even if he was a bit arrogant./
"And he's really smart too-"
/Not as smart as Sirius./
"I always thought 'cos he's a Marauder, y'know, he'd be all full of himself, but he's not, nothing like Potter or Black"
/No ones like Black./
"Mind you, Anya's a marauder, and she's not too bad is she? I mean, I'm surprised she gets on so well with James and Sirius-"
/Because she's not a goody- goody./
"She's so nice, you wouldn't think she'd hang around with people so big headed-"
/They like her 'cos she's not perfect./
Lily allowed Tonks' word to go in one ear and out the other, as she watched Sirius. He had finished talking to James now, and had pulled Anya out of her chair, acting like an idiot, and pretending to waltz with her. The others were laughing, even Anya. /She doesn't realize how lucky she is/ thought Lily, imagining having Sirius' hand in hers, and his arm round her waist. She envied that girl more than anyone in the world. But he would never behave towards her like he did towards Anya. She was just too good.
Anya sank back into her chair, laughing, "Padfoot, you really can't dance!"
"What!" gasped Sirius. "There's something I can't do? "
The others threw various objects at him, and he fended them off laughing. He thought he had done quite well, hamming it up, pretending to dance with Anya, and everything. No- one would guess he was in love with her. His behavior wasn't in the least bit awkward. No one would guess.
Anya tried in vain to ignore the fact her hand was still tingling from when Sirius had held it.
At this moment, Andrew Wood, a quidditch- obsessed sixth year came over to them.
"Hey." He said, in his strong Scottish accent. "Anya, can I have a word please?"
Andrew Wood was possibly the most gorgeous guy in the entire school. Brown hair, chocolate eyes, an accent to die for, most girls would swoon at the sight of him. But Anya just looked thoroughly bewildered, and followed him to a corner of the room, accompanied by wolf whistles and cat calls from James, Peter and a reluctant Sirius.
"Listen Anya, um… y'know how the six and seventh year Christmas dance is coming up?" asked Wood, looking strangely nervous.
"Yeah." Said Anya slowly. "But I'm a fifth year, I'm not going Wood."
"Yeah… that's just it, um… d'youwannagowithme?"
Anya stared, "Sorry?"
"Do you um… wanna go to the dance with me?"
Anya's eyes widened, "OH!"
"You don't have to," said Wood quickly, "I just thought…-"
"No, that'd be great!" said Anya. "I'd love to go! When is it?" Anya liked Wood, and right now she was willing to do anything to take her mind off Sirius.
Wood looked delighted. " It's in a week."
"Ok!" she said brightly. "See you then!" she walked over to the armchairs by the fire again.
"What did he want?" said James, the second she sat down.
"He wanted to ask me to the Christmas dance."
"WHAT!" they all yelled, causing people to stare.
"What?" asked Anya surprised.
"What did you say?" asked Remus, watching her shrewdly.
"I said yes! Otherwise I can't go can I?"
James and Peter then began proceeded to tease her mercilessly about being asked by an older boy, but we're interrupted.
"I didn't know you liked Wood." Said Sirius coldly.
"We're just going as friends! Not as a couple!"
"Yeah, but you wouldn't have said yes if you didn't like him"
"But I don't!"
"Yeah whatever"
Anya stared at Sirius, bewildered. Before she could say anything else, he stood up abruptly.
"I'm going to bed."
He walked to the staircase and disappeared, leaving a bewildered Anya, and awkward Remus and James in his wake. Peter broke the uncomfortable silence.
" I'm hungry."
A/N- da da! What did you think? Sorry it's a bit short, but I felt I should end it there. I would beg you to review, but I know all you wonderful, amazing, talented, fantastic peeps are gonna anyway, so why bother?
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