Sirius pushed open the door to the three Broomsticks and hurried inside, rubbing his arms to ward off the cold. The snow from his shoulders and hair melted in the warm, smoke-tinted air. He grinned, walking up to the bar. Rosmerta met him there, wiping a glass dry with a white cloth. "What can I bring ya, lad?" she asked sweetly. "the regular, my sweet lady." He gave his most charming smile. "Where're the other troublemakers?" She asked, a brow raised. "They'll be here in a bit. Walking around with their girlfriends for a while first." His smile faded slightly at these words. She seemed to sense this and leaned against the counter across from him. "Still having trouble with the ladies, Sirius?" He looked up, as if offended. "Me? Trouble with women? Not in a million years." Rosmerta rolled her eyes, motioning with her head to a girl sitting across the bar at a back table. "She's alone too." She smiled with a shrug. "Just thought you might like to know. Be back with your drinks." He barely noticed her leave. His eyes were locked on the girl rosmerta had talked about. She sat slouched in her chair, a book opened on the table before her. Her hair fell about her shoulders in waves of blonde and strawberry. Her face was pale and beautifully pointed. She wore jeans and a baggy sweater. But there was something about her. He knew her from somewhere. But where? Rosmerta returned, placing the drinks in front of him. He smiled, placed his money on the counter and carried the two butterbeers over to the girl. He just had to talk to her. "Hello there." He sat across from her, placing a butterbeer before her. He sipped his own. Her eyes lifted from the pages of her book but her expression didn't change. They met his and she attempted a smile. It was obvious that she was a bit confused. "That's for you... "He offered, motioning toward the glass of butterbeer before her. She sat a little straighter and looked it over. "Thanks." "No problem." He sat forward, folding his arms on the edge of the table. "So, hi...I'm Sirius. Sirius Black." He held out his hand to her. "I know who you are." She looked a bit disappointed that he felt the need to introduce himself. She shook his hand. "Ally Hudson. I'm in Gryffindor too." "I knew you looked familiar!" He grinned. "You're a year below us?" She nodded. "And you're on the team." "Chaser." She forced a smile. "Yes....exactly! I've seen you play...you're excellent." She blushed and quickly went to take a sip of the butterbeer. The warm liquid seemed to calm her a bit. She sighed. "Thanks." "Oh, of course. You're great with a broom....very talented. Excellent maneuvers." She nodded in thanks after every compliment. "And you're incredibly beautiful." This caught her by surprise. Her cheeks went pinker than before. This made him smile. Great, she thought. He's toying with me. She looked down, mumbling a thank you. He just watched her. She was incredible. Every reaction she made had him even more attracted to her. Hopefully she hadn't heard some of the rumours going around about him being a 'player'. He noticed something different about her. "Your eyes..." He pointed at her, then quickly folded his arms again as he remembered his mother's warnings -'It's not nice to point.' She suddenly looked worried and worked furiously to cover them over with her bangs. "I was born like that." She mumbled. "They're absolutely gorgeous." She looked up at him. His smile seemed completely genuine. She slowly smiled. "Really?" "Yes, really! I love them!" Her smile broke into a grin. "Thanks...your's are too." Realizing how dumb the comment must have been after Sirius chuckled, she turned deep scarlet. "I-I meant that I...I like your eyes too." She stared at the table so hard that she feared she might burn a hole into it. "Well...thank you. Drink up, Ally." He took his own glass and finished off half in one gulp. She slowly sipped it. Butterbeer was never a favourite of hers...but how could she say no? Here was this gorgeous boy, who she'd had a crush on since her first year, coming up and telling her how beautiful she was. Maybe he was drunk? He was labelled to be a player...but some stories she'd heard made it sound like it wasn't his fault at all. He always got dumped and a new girl was always waiting to take the previous girl's place. Many of her friends had dated him and said what a wonderful guy he is and that he was simply...too wonderful. Was she finally getting her chance? She met eyes with him and they both grinned. Oh, definately.