Er....Chapter Three's here...I'm not really sure if anyone reads my fan fic considering the fact there are like 3 million other harry potter fan fics out there. But enjoy! Hopefully...and proofreading too...there are a lot of typos, I'm sure. I try the best I can to proofread but sometimes, like right now, I just don't feel like it. Oh, and if it looks like I'm a sex addict in this chapter, I'm not...I don't think.

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Chapter Three : : Steorra

Steorra had left because she saw Marie slowly walk over in that voluptuous walk that she had, her long legs moving gracefully and her butt swaying from side to side, flaunting it to everyone behind her.

The more she stared at Marie, the more Steorra hated her. There was just something not quite right about Marie that Steorra couldn't quite place her finger on. And when Steorra Ming because mad, she would stop at nothing to achieve revenge, or at the very least, make sure the other party was seriously injured. She walked over to Lily, who was laughing herself silly at something James had just said, grabbed Lily by the arm and dragged her to the entrance hall.

"Whaaa??" Lily whined, a bit disgruntled.

"Are you ready for operation bimbette kill?" Steorra whispered into her ear, an evil glint in her eye.

"Kill?" Lily gave her a questioning look.

"Okay, not kill her literally, just her reputation as the 'hottest girl in the sixth year'," Steorra air quoted Sirius.

"Star, you know you can get Sirius if you want him. He told me last night that he really would rather spend time with you than Marie," Lily pleaded, "and he sounded very sincere," she added as and afterthought.

"I told you, Lil, I don't want to date Sirius Black, I just want to protect him from Marie," Steorra explained, a bit frustrated that everyone thought she liked Sirius. Of course, it did seem as if she did, judging from her jealous behavior. But really, it was just to protect Sirius. Steorra had convinced herself of that this morning while chewing extra-loudly to annoy Sirius. "I mean, come on, hasn't Marie been a bitch to you more than once?"

"I suppose," LIly said tentatively, "And there is that oh-I'm-too-popular-for-you attitude that makes me want to punch her lights out..." as Lily became worked up about this, her enthusiasm convinced her to follow along with whatever Star's plan was.

They arrived in their dormitory in record time.

"What are we doing here? Class starts in fifteen minutes," Lily said, an edge of urgency in her voice. She was beginning to have doubts and wondered what made her agree to this in the first place.

Steorra was busily turning the place inside out, invading not only her own and Lilys' trunks, but also their rommates'. "It doesn't matter," she answered, "We'll make a better entrance if we're late. You have Arithmancy with James next, don't you?"

"Uh-huh."

"Well, you'll make him really fall hard for you with what I'm about to do," Steorra sounded excited, not that James didn't already fall hard enough for Lily, but a little bit more won't hurt.

Finally, after much rummaging, she put together two outfits which were, to say the lease, objectionable.

"I had to do a bit of transfiguration, but it still looks nice," Steorra said proudly to Lily, throwing her a tank-top, a mesh, see-through pullover, a leather skirt, and lace up, knee length boots.

"Are you insane?" Lily exclaimed, "We can't wear these."

"Yes, we can. I looked through the school rules, we can go nude if we want as long as we have our robes over it," Steorra shoved Lily into the bathroom to change as she put on her own outfit. It was a white, off the shoulder peasant blouse very popular in muggle fashion at the time. It hugged tightly to her figure and left her midriff bare. She squeezed into the tinest skirt she'd ever seen, glad that leather was fairly flexible and that she didn't have rolls hanging out over the skirt. Stiletto heels with ties that wrapped around her calves were her choice of footwear.

Lily stepped out of the bathroom shyly, looking every bit the slut as Steorra did.

"Great, we look just like Marie, only better," Steorra smiled and tapped her wand on her head, Her hair, which usually had split ends all over the place, became perfectly strait, hanging limply around her face. She did the same to Lily's waves, who was still more than a bit awkward about herself.

"Don't worry, hon," Steorra said comfortingly, "boys will love us." She pulled on her black robes, but not buttoning it up as she usually did. When she walked, the air rushed it back, fully revealing hers and Lilys' skimpy outfits. "Beautiful," she beamed once again and walked out.

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Surprisingly, they weren't late and there wee still five minutes left before class started. And Steorra was right, stares, wolf-whistles, cat calls followed them wherever they went. After leaving an embarrassed buy happy Lily at Arithmancy, she decided to take the long way to Charms, just to test out her new look some more.

Apparently, word could spread pretty fast in Hogwarts as boys seemingly lined up along the corridors just to goggle at her. Steorra waved to some of them and they just kept on staring at her with a glazed look on their faces and a goofy smile at their mouths. So it was worth it to nearly poke her eyes out in the morning, trying to put in contacts. Steorra managed to slip into the Charms room with a minute left.

The bimbette was in Steorra's usual seat next to Remus, seemingly interested in his hair as she kept on trying to brush the stubborn strands which always covered his left eye. Steorra liked that bit of hair. It made Remus seem that much more mysterious than he already was.

Remus saw Steorra, stared a bit and gave her a pleading smile. Marie thought Remus had been staring and smiling at her, which just made her try to bush his hair back even more.

"Tsk, tsk, Marie," Steorra said patronizingly, "Don't you have a boyfriend already? What would he think if he found out that you were all over one of his best friends?"

"Well, unlike you, I can get both of--" Marie turned around to face Steorra and was met with a towering figure as Steorra had four-inch heels on. "...them."

"Come on, out, out. Class just started," Steorra snapped as Professor Flitwick came in, stumbling on his too long robes.

Marie gave her a look of pure disgust and went over to her Hufflepuff friends, looking absolutely scandalized.

"thanks," Remus smiled, shaking his head a little so the hair would fall back into place. "I see why you don't like her. She's a complete moron. Oh, Remus, I love your hair," Remus mimicked in a high voice, "I love you so much more than my Sirius. Oh Remus, please marry me."

Steorra laughed, "We're still on for the Yule Ball, right?"

Remus was taken aback by this. Obviously, he'd thought Steorra was kidding last night and that everything would have been fixed by now. But he quickly recovered, "Uh, yeah, of course. It's at eight, right?"

"Yep. Eight to twelve."

"Quiet down, please," tiny Professor Flitwick squeaked from atop his usual pedestal of books. "Today is an important lesson on charms that require only a specific wand movement, no spell needs to be said. They com in very handy in everyday house-hold chores such as a de-gnoming and doing the dishes..."

Everyone zoned out sometime between the mention of chores and Professor Flitwick toppling over at the excitement of showing them how to make their homework paper stack themselves into a neat, organized pile. After staring at the clock for what seemed like days, Charms, which was unusually boring, ended. Steorra wiped away a bit of drool that had gathered at the corner of her mouth and packed up her things.

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Lunch was an endless affair as just about every single boy from every house, ranging from tiny first-years to burly seventh-years asked Steorra and Lily out. While Lily had no problem saying "no" as she was paying most of her attention to James, Steorra had a harder time. When some people saw that Steorra didn't reject them outright, they became bolder and more and more boys came up to her. Steorra had never had this much attention paid to her in her life and thoroughly enjoyed it, especially when Marie was going mad with jealousy.

A strangely familiar voice said, "Move it, move it, people," and everyone who was crowding around Steorra parted to let an enraged Sirius through.

"Man, Sirius, I thought you didn't want this girl," a Hufflepuff sixth-year protested.

"Yeah, aren't you going out with Marie Hallicomb?" a Ravenclaw fifth-year added, sounding as if it were the most unfair thing in the world.

"Fist of all," Sirius began, "I never said I didn't want Star, and second of all, going with Marie to Yule Ball does not make her my girlfriend."

"It doesn't?" someone asked, "because Marie obviously thinks it does.

"Well, then she's mistaken," Sirius replied before roughly grabbing Steorra by the wrist and pulling her seven floors to the Gryffindor common room. IT was deserted.

"Just exactly what is your problem?" Sirius yelled, shoving Steorra on a couch and pacing back and forth, "I already told you, i value our friendship more than some slut trying to gain attention, but what you're doing isn't going to help you. Dressing like that is just like sinking as low as any of my girlfriends."

"Well, obviously, some people appreciate it more than you," Steorra said haughtily.

Sirius whirled around to face her. "No they don't. They don't appreciate you any more than before, only the image of yourself that you're putting out, which is: 'look at me, don't you just want to screw me?' "

"Maybe that's what I'm going for," Steorra said, "haven't you every thought about how I feel? How I'm always alone when you're out fucking someone? What it's like to just lay in bed and wonder whether you'd be alone for the rest of your life? Why you're not good enough for anyone?" Steorra heard the words spilling out of her mouth, but couldn't make sense of them. Did she really feel this way? She watched as Sirius' face turned into one of pity. Of course you pity me, don't you? You wouldn't survive a week without sinning like hell. But maybe it was a look of sympathy, Steorra couldn't tell anymore.

"Is that all you want out of your life? Sex?" Sirius leaned closer, "That should be the least of your problems because I would even screw you. And so would just about everyone else you've talked to. I don't know if you noticed this, but you're one of those people who everyone else wants to be, and yet the one person you don't want to be is yourself..." Steorra stopped paying attention. The prospect of doing it with Sirius sounded so wrong, and yet intrigued her in such a way that she wanted to do slam Sirius on the ground and actually do it. She eyed him up and down. Her certainly was easy on the eyes: bright dark eyes, shaggy hair that looked like it hadn't been cut in six months (which, as Steorra reminded herself, was probably true), a nicely proportioned face, toned and lean musculature...the list could go on and on.

When Sirius stopped talking, Steorra started, "Fine. But just so you know, if you wanted to screw me, you should've done it a while ago. I'll wear what I want to, prioritize the way I want to, and you can't tell me what to do." She stalked off toward the portrait hole, but paused and turned back, "But this shirt and these shoes are cutting off my circulation." And she went up to her dormitory to change.