Chapter 2 - Who makes you feel

Yes, I am aware that there has actually been no truth or dare yet. That's my comment for today. If you thought I was going to make any more comments, all I can say is: It's an illuuusion! ;-) (lol pj)

"Hi"

"Hi" said Sirius nervously. 'What the hell is wrong? You don't usually get nervous around girls. Pull yourself together, Padfoot!' he thought to himself and so missed what she said. "Sorry, didn't catch that, what did you say?" he gabbled.

"I said, this is your party, isn't it?"

"Oh - yeah, it is."

"What's wrong? You keep looking past me"

"Oh, I - er, that is... um, my girlfriend's behind you. She's, um, really possessive. She'll go mad if she sees me talking to, um, you."

"Right..." the girl obviously thought he was weird. He desperately tried to rescue the conversation

"So... what's your name?"

"Ivy Poisonfield. And you're Sirius Black."

"Yeah... hey, how do you know my name?" he laughed, trying to make it seem like a joke. 'Pretty lame joke... what's up with you? You pissed?' He thought.

"I'm in your year at school."

"Really? I haven't seen you before"

"Oh" They then spent a few minutes discussing the teachers, but this didn't seem like a very good subject. "Shall we step outside for a bit? Your girlfriend seems to be intimidating you." Observed Ivy.

"Yeah, OK. Sorry. Yeah, come on then." They moved out into the corridor, then down a few flights of stairs until they were completely alone. Sirius felt slightly more relaxed, but he still didn't really want to get involved with this girl; he already had a girlfriend. On the other hand, she was so beautiful, and Sirius got the impression that Ivy could be better for him than Laura could ever hope to be.

"Who's your girlfriend, then?"

"Laura Dean" supplied Sirius, not wanting to give more information.

"What's she like?"

"Oh, she's alright, you know..."

"Serious?"

"What?"

"Is it a serious relationship or kid's stuff?"

"I dunno..." said Sirius, feeling uncomfortable, "Um, what's your best subject at school?" 'that was almost as bad as Wormtail's quidditch chat-up line! Stop messing around and cut to the point!' he chided himself as Ivy laughed.

"Don't change the subject! It was just starting to get interesting..." she put her little finger in her mouth in a very sexy way. Sirius' heart started to beat very quickly.

"No, Laura's boring. Let's not talk about her."

"Boring? You're sure you don't want something more... exciting?"

"I don't know what you mean" lied Sirius. "I- I've got to get back to the party. See you around."

"Don't go" Ivy said with a credible imitation of disappointment. Sirius found himself turning around to look at her. He met her steely gaze and knew he wasn't going to go back to the party. She knew it too. It was what she had planned all along.

"People will be suspicious-" started Sirius

"Let them be. It doesn't matter." Whispered Ivy, drawing him into an embrace.

"I've got a girlfriend"

"You said she was boring"

"Well, I did, but-"

"But nothing. You shouldn't say things you don't mean if you don't want people to get the wrong idea" Sirius licked beads of perspiration from his upper lip as he considered his reply.

"Look, Ivy, I really don't want, I mean I-" he tried to break from her arms, but suddenly she was kissing him and he found himself kissing her back, passionately. Ten minutes later, they were in the flat next door to Sirius', avoiding the kitchen where they could see Peter's jeans hanging over the top of the door, which was ajar. They made their way past the bathroom, which was locked, through to the bedroom which they took to be empty. It wasn't. Sam and Derek, Sirius' neighbours, were occupying it. And suddenly, Sirius realised that the two friends who shared the flat next to his... weren't just friends. They were a couple. The two young men quickly grabbed either end of the blanket which lay on the bed to cover themselves. Sirius and Ivy stood, frozen, in the doorway.

"Um... Hi." Said Sirius, regaining his dignity first. "Sorry, we, um, we were..."

"...Just about to do what we just did I expect!" finished Derek, grinning. "And, am I also correct in thinking that this young lady here," he gestured towards Ivy, "isn't your girlfriend?"

"Well... she- what do you mean?"

"Well, I'm guessing that you don't want anybody in there," he jabbed with his thumb in the direction of Sirius' flat, "To know about her," he pointed at Ivy again, "And, me and Sam here," he put his arm around his boyfriend, "Don't really want everybody to know we're gay either. So, if you get my drift..."

"OK" said Sirius. "I understand. You keep our secret, we'll keep yours. Deal." They shook hands. Derek and Sam shuffled off the bed, retrieved their clothes and went into the closet to get changed, (A/N: I don't know. Really, I don't know. It's a plothole, okay?), leaving the bedroom free for Sirius and Ivy. They kissed again and as Sirius shrugged off his jacket, he slowly unzipped Ivy's dress and slipped it down her body.

Who makes you feel

I don't touch you as often as I used to

And I don't call and write when I'm away

We don't make love as often as we did do

What couldn't wait now waits and usually goes away

But listen and think when I say, oh, but listen and think when I say

Who makes you feel the way that I make you feel?

Who loves you and knows you the way I do?

Who touches you and holds you quite like I do?

Who makes you feel like I make you feel?

I don't mind if you come home late

And I don't ever ask you where you've been

I just assume if there's a problem, you'd tell me

But listen and think when I say, oh, but listen and think when I say

Who makes you feel the way that I make you feel?

Who loves you and knows you the way I do?

Who touches you and holds you quite like I do?

Who makes you feel like I make you feel?

Being weak, when I am strong

Being seen for who you are

Being sad and lost but not alone

But listen and think when I say, oh, but listen and think when I say

Who makes you feel the way that I make you feel?

Who loves you and knows you the way I do?

Who touches you and holds you quite like I do?

Who makes you feel like I make you feel?

Disclaimer: song written by dido, rollo armstrong and p*nut