This is the making-out chapter. After this it all gets a bit love/hate/love/hate/love/…well you get the idea. Tell me after reading it if you think I should rate this R. It's just that I know a lot of people look in R for really serious, angsty, kind of…good stuff. And I don't wanna lose out on readers who just read for the hell of it.

Well I think I just replied to all the reviews, except to say to elvencherry07, thanks for being nice about my angst!

Sirius watched Tulah enter the common room through half-closed eyes. Still in her 'dating clothes', she looked gorgeous. The silky blue top brought out her eyes; her hair, highlighted to golden-blonde, tumbled down her back in loose curls, and her skirt – Sirius nodded approvingly – showed off her legs to perfection.

"Hi sexy!" he grinned, leaning back on the sofa with his hands behind his head.  Tulah looked uncomfortable. ::Yeah, yeah, we're just friends:: thought Sirius impatiently. ::Who gives a shit, anyway?::

He beckoned her over to sit beside him. "How did the date go?" Tulah closed her eyes, exhausted. "Terrible," she muttered. Sirius gave her a sympathetic hug, forcing himself to keep his hands off the rest of her. ::Wait for it…::

He felt her relax into his embrace; he propped up her chin with a gentle hand, and brushed his lips against hers.

Tulah pulled back, her eyes wide with shock. "Sirius! We're friends, remember! Stop doing that - " as he slipped a hand up her top. She slapped it away and stood up. "Leave me alone, Black!" she snapped, and stormed out. Sirius followed her.

Just outside the portrait hole, he caught her and pinned her against the wall. Tulah wriggled helplessly for a moment and then relaxed, realising that it was hopeless. Sirius flashed her a dazzling smile which would have melted any other girl…except perhaps Lily. The only effect it had on Tulah was to intensify her death-glare.

"Gotcha!" Sirius whispered in her ear, before kissing all the way up her neck until he reached her mouth.

Tulah had been determined not to let him, but somehow now she couldn't help herself; she parted her lips and he slid his tongue between them, slipping one arm around her waist at the same time.

Tulah's knees went weak. No doubt about it, Sirius Black was a good…a very good…a bloody brilliant kisser. She ran her hand lightly up his cheek to let it rest in his black hair; Sirius moved his arm from her waist to her neck and deepened the kiss fractionally…

The other half of Tulah awoke abruptly. ::What the hell am I doing?::

::You're kissing Sirius Black:: the first half answered smugly, just as Sirius' hands found their way up her silky top. ::No, wait, you're being groped by Sirius Black.::

The second half spluttered with horror. ::But…but…::

However smug the first half of her may have been, the second won in the end. She tore her mouth from his and shoved him away from her, gasping for breath. "Get off me, Sirius!"

Sirius looked wounded. "What? I'm not that bad a kisser, am I?"

"No! Yes! Uh - I don't know - I didn't mean…but we're supposed to be friends!"

"Fuck that!" declared Sirius, moving in again. Tulah ducked out from under him, dashed wildly through the portrait-hole, and slammed it shut behind her. Sirius, left alone in the dark corridor, ran a puzzled hand through his mussed hair. "What'd I do?" he wondered aloud.

"Beats me, dear," the Fat Lady said loudly. "It looked fine from over here…"

"Hmph!"

He gave her the password and went into the common room after Tulah, managing to grab her shoulder just as she started up the stairs to her dorm. She stopped and turned around. "What the hell was that about?" she shouted, her eyes narrowed.

"Well, I didn't see you complaining!" he said good-naturedly.

"I couldn't, Sirius," she said acidly. "Your tongue was in my mouth."

Sirius grinned. "I know. Nice, wasn't it? Like me to do it again?"

"No, Sirius, I want you to go fuck yourself."

"I'd rather it was you, but ok." He was still using the same good-natured tone, the one which drove her insane. (A/N; As in angry-insane, not turned-on-insane…)

"Sirius Black, just what the hell d'you think you're playing at?"

Sirius shrugged, still grinning that aggravating grin of his. Tulah was shocked. She'd never seen this side of him before, and she was definitely hating it so far.

Sirius was confused to say the least. Looking at Tulah; her eyes bright and her cheeks flushed with anger, he realised that he'd never wanted a girl more. ::And it had to be the only girl that's ever turned me down…::

Tulah was ranting at him; he forced himself to listen, trying not let his eyes stray from her face. "…And first you nearly kiss me, then you tell me that we're just friends, then you kiss me again...I mean, what am I supposed to think?"

"Um…that you're hot?"

Tulah let out a shriek of frustration, spun on her heel, and stormed up the stairs to her dorm before Sirius could stop her.

"Well, that went great," he mused, sinking into an armchair. "Really great…"

::Oh well…better give up on her, I suppose.::

An unsettlingly clear image drifted into his mind…Tulah would be changing for bed right about now…he could just sneak up and…

"Aagh! Get out of my head, Page!" yelled Sirius, sprinting up the stairs, diving onto his bed and pulling the pillow over his ears.

The images of Tulah refused to leave him all night…

Diary,

I hate Sirius Black.

By the next morning, after a sleepless night, Sirius had come to a decision. ::Right, so I sleep with her, get her out of my system, then we can go back to being friends again like before…Perfect!:: (A/N; oh dear, oh dear.)

He met James and Lily for breakfast with more than his usual degree of exuberance. "Morning Lily-flower, Jimmykins. Where's Tulah?"

Lily fixed him with a piercing stare. "She's still in dorm. She says she won't come down to breakfast if you're anywhere within fifty miles of the Great Hall. Would you know something about that, by any chance, Sirius?"

Sirius cleared his throat. "Who, me? Why me?"

James joined Lily in the who-can-freak-Sirius-out-the-most-with-evil-glares contest. "Padfoot, what have you done?"

Under this unbearable pressure, Sirius cracked. "Ok, ok, I kissed her, alright? Now can we get to the Blueberry Muffins please?"

Lily squealed and leaped into James' arms. James nearly fell over. "You did? Oh that is so cute! You guys are perfect together!"

When Tulah finally consented to rejoin their group, she found it impossible to shake Sirius off. Luckily, the new term had started and he was too busy greeting their previously absent friends to annoy her much right now…

"Anna! Cazzie!" Lily screamed, rushing over to hug them tightly. James and Sirius threw each other incredulous glances; they could never understand Lily's habit of welcoming her friends as if she hadn't seen them for years. James winked at Tulah, then threw himself into Sirius' arms. "Oh Siri-Poo!" he sobbed dramatically. "I've missed you so much!"

"Me too, Jimmykins, me too."

Lily set her hands on her hips and tapped her foot; James looked up from his embrace. "Carrothead!" he roared exuberantly, flinging his arms around her. "Oh, cut it out, Potter," she growled, trying unsuccessfully to keep the smile off her face.

Even though it was the first day of term, Sirius saw no reason to stop cornering Tulah after lessons. Usually she was awake enough to dodge his unwanted attentions…although she was sometimes struck by the feeling that they weren't altogether unwanted…but one day, packing up her books alone after a particularly rigorous Transfiguration lesson, she was too tired to notice him come up behind her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his chin on her shoulder. "'Ullo sweetheart," he murmured in her ear, twisting his head sideways to look at her.

Tulah froze. It was too late to slap him and run, and try as she might no handy excuses came to mind.

Before she had time to think, Sirius had leaned her up against a convenient desk and begun to kiss her earnestly.

Tulah didn't struggle; instead, she leaned into the kiss, sliding up her arms around his neck and pressing against him. He pulled out her hair tie so that the golden curls tumbled down, reaching to just below her shoulder blades. Sirius dragged his mouth from hers and smiled at her moan of protest, twirling a lock of her hair around his finger. "So you want me now?"

Tulah nodded mutely, biting her lower lip because she wasn't sure if this was what she wanted. Sirius found the movement irresistible.

He lifted one of her hands to his lips, then the other. Tulah, impatient, leaned in close for another kiss.

Sirius rested one hand in her hair; with the other he began to unbutton her shirt with the ease of long practice. He seated her properly on the desk, her legs wrapped around his waist, and slid a hand slowly under the hemline of her skirt. "That's the nicest thing about short skirts," he joked, tracing circles with his finger on her thigh. "Easy access!"

Tulah stared him, wide-eyed, her lower lip trembling. "Relax, sweetheart!" Sirius laughed. "I'm not going to do anything bad." He slid his hand further up her skirt; Tulah slapped it away, slithered off the desk and began to leave, fumbling shakily with her shirt buttons.

Sirius grabbed her arm.

"Whoa, whoa…what the hell happened there? One second you're kissing me, the next you're running out on me? What's the matter, scared?" The remark was accompanied with a smirk and a laugh. Tulah backed further away, a hint of fear in her eyes.

"Leave me alone, Black."

Sirius frowned. "What, are you worried McGonagall'll catch us or something?"

Tulah shook her head. "No, though it was stupid of you to try it on in an empty classroom, of all places." By this time Sirius was getting a little het up, to put it mildly.

"You weren't exactly throwing me off," he commented acidly.

Tulah flushed with anger. "You didn't exactly give me the chance! You've been chasing after me all week, and you've never asked if it's what I want or not."

"You wouldn't have kissed me like that if you didn't want it," said Sirius confidently.

"Look Sirius, just because you've talked all those girls into sleeping with you doesn't mean you can try it with me!" Tulah had started off fairly calm, but by now she was practically smoking at the ears. "And anyway, I don't want my first time to be with someone as pigheaded as you. So just leave me alone, Black, and go back to your slutty Hufflepuffs."

"They're not slutty; they're just less frigid than you!" Sirius snapped. Suddenly what she had just said hit him in force. "Wait…you're a virgin?"

"Oh, well done!" Tulah applauded sarcastically.

"But…I thought…you and Rem…"

"You thought wrong. And I don't think it's any of your business what I've done with other guys. I haven't slept with anyone yet, and it's up to me when and with who I want to change that!" Tulah shouted, "And I can assure you, Sirius Black, it most certainly won't be with you!"

She fled, leaving Sirius standing, alone again and looking more than a little put out. He was in absolute shock. Tulah had not only insulted him; she had made him want her even more. He strolled back to Gryffindor Tower, thinking hard.

Sorry quite a short chappie, because there was a bit I hadn't written at the end of it and I don't have the time now, so it'll be at the start of the next chapter. Lol f-e-e