Disclaimer: Ok, I don't own anything, because if I did, then I wouldn't be writing a fanfic about it. In fact, if I did own Harry Potter I would probably be writing #6 of the series. Anywho, anything you've never heard of is mine. :) Oh and just a heads up- this isn't your average Sirius fic. If you expect something thats heavy on the snog sessions between our leading lady and our favorite dog, this isn't it, though they get plenty enough chances.

I'm Just a Girl

Take this pink ribbon off my eyes
I'm exposed and its no big surprise
Don't you think I know exactly where I stand
This world is forcing me to hold your hand

'Cuz I'm just a girl
Oh little old me,
but don't let me out of your sight
'Cuz I'm just a girl
I look pretty in blue jeans
So don't let me have any rights
Oh, I've had it up to here.

It wasn't the first time that Jaimie Dijon had not been late. She ran about the house, looking for her missing garments, her sister, Dominique, sneaking snide remarks at how unorganized she was. But she had lived too long with her to let this bother her. So she continued on her noble quest, still dressed in her pajamas at noon. Her sister now completely annoyed at how much time Jaimie had wasted.
Dominique exclaimed, after the fifth time she checked her watch, "You take too damn long! See, it's already noon, we're supposed to be there already. You can be such a pain in the a-"
"I'm sorry if I'm taking so long Dominique, It's not my fault I'm not as organized and punctual and perfect like you." She interrupted, scathingly.
"I know. If we all could be like me." Dominique answered regally, Jaimie pretending to puke as she turned away.
"Ah, found everything!" Jaimie exclaimed as she pulled from the depths of her room a a blue, figure flattering blouse, and a pair of jeans. "I'll be there in a minute Dominique ok, stop whining!" Jaimie said, as she put on the shirt and jeans and a pair of black robes over her outfit.
"Don't tell me what to do! You have no right to!" Dominique cried indignantly.
"Don't tell me what to do either, if I have no authority over you then why the hell would you have any on me?" Jaimie demanded.
"Because I'm older than you-" Dominique started.
"By one year!" Jaimie retorted.
"And," She put emphasis on the word, "because I am in Slytherin."
"So? Where's my bloody wand?!" Jaimie cried out, now positively fuming.
"In the bathroom, oh ye of little brain."
"Shut up!"
Going into the bathroom, she picked up her wand which lay on the marble sink, and dashed out again, where her sister stood against the wall, waiting for her to emerge.
"You know, I'm surprised at you. Who would've thought that you, of all people, could be dating a Slytherin, let alone a Malfoy. Completely amazed."
Jaimie chose to ignore this little comment and walked away from her.
Dominique kept making snide remarks, from behind Jaimie, and noticing she was not paying attention, she ran to stay astride with her, sneering in her ear. Having had just about enough, Jaimie elbowed Dominiqe hard in the side, making Dominique fall onto the banister and began running toward the the living room, but then, she felt her legs snap together, and stopped right where she was. Damn it, leg locker curse. She turned her head, and saw Dominique with a triumphant grin, her wand pointing straight at Jaimie's back.
"That wasn't a fair thing to do. But whatever, I'm gonna get to Diagon Alley before you!" She sprinted down the length of the staircase, but before entering the living room, she muttered the countercurse, and Jaimie's legs sprung back to life.
Jaimie, anger already at boiling point, started yelling and cursing at her sister, who was already at the fireplace, looking haughty and indignant, her cold eyes glinting with malicious glee.
"Dominique one, Jaimie, zero. First point of the day. I love being seventeen." Dominique kissed her wand lovingly, taunting her to do something.
Jaimie, her temper already at its fullest, brought out her wand to try and jinx her. Not expecting this, and completely bewildered, Dominique said, almost pleadingly, "You wouldn't hex me would you? Your still underage, you can't do that. You'll get expelled."
"It'd be all worth it." Jaimie said, a look of complete insanity on her face.
Finally, her mother came in, looking completely nonplused at the racket the girls were making. At the sight of her, the two girls turned their heads. But Dominique being totally revolting, grasped the chance and took some of the glittering powder, threw it into the fireplace, and the fire within promptly turned a shade of green, rising high beyond their heads.
Dominique stepped inside as Jaimie muttered an indignant yell. Jaimie was too slow. Dominique had already yelled, "Diagon Alley," and had disappeared from sight.
Jaimie stomped her foot of the wooden floor and cried, "I hate her!" before grabbing a handful for herself and throwing its contents into the fire as well. She stepped inside, and cried "Diagon Alley," Rather louder than she intended, and she spun out of the fire, and landed on the cobbled alley known to witches and wizards alike as Diagon Alley. Dominique was waiting for her, looking even more haughty now that she was in the presence of other wizards.
"Don't even try to hex me out here, if you do, people would try to stop you, and you'll most certainly get into trouble. Now if you'll excuse me, I think I'll go over to my Slytherin friends, and don't try to recognize me. If anybody else found out we were related, I would just die of embarrassment. After all, you being in Gryffindor and everything." She turn her back on her sister, flipped her hair obnoxiously and started forward, leaving Jaimie looking angrier than ever. Just once, I'd like to be better than her for something. She thought angrily, and then this thought was replaced by another, a bitter and defeated one. But then again, she'll always be better than me. She'll always be prettier than me. I hate her. She thought resentfully, but it wasn't as though this were entirely true. Dominique wasn't exactly better, in fact if truth be told, they were more even. Its just that Dominique always masqueraded around her achievements, giving Jaimie the feeling of being second best. However Dominique and Jaimie did not look at all alike. Unless they notified others that they were sisters, they didn't look at all like it. Dominiqe had heavily adopted her appearance from her father. She had shiny, auburn hair, she was average height, and had gray eyes, that often than not, had a cold glint in them. However, Jaimie had gotten her looks from her mother, which wasn't bad at all. Jaimie was tall, and had a gymnasts build: where Dominique's hips were in proportion to her shoulders, Jaimie's hips were smaller, but her shoulders slightly broader. Jaimie also had auburn hair, but it was slightly curly, and she had blonde streaks in them, because her mother had blonde hair. Her eyes were a forest green, bright and twinkling whenever she laughed. Dominique's appearance boasted cruel royalty, whereas Jaimie was very warm, and caring, and full of laughter.
But Jaimie never thought of this, she was always thinking of herself less than Dominique, and never considered herself as an equal. However, despite her rather ice cold relation to her older sister, she promised that it would not bother her. The day was bright, her pockets jingling with wizard money. And so, making her way away from the fireplace, she walked down the cobbled street, to a shop called Flourish and Blott's. She pulled out a piece of yellow parchment, and looked over the list of books that was needed. So walking in, she gathered all the necessary things. When she paid for them she left, but with a force that knocked her off her feet, lost her balance, her books dropping from their precarious perch in her arms. However, instead of hitting the ground, her fall was broken by a boy, who was accompanied by two others. She lay in the arms of her savior, lost in the scent of his cologne, and they stayed there for quite some time. Jaimie, still rather shocked at her sudden tumble, looked into the boy's eyes. And she was taken aback when she recognized them.
"What the-" Jaimie cried, a mixture of mortification and surprise in her voice. Sirius Black gave her a mischievous little grin that went straight down to her knees, and thought gratefully to herself that he was holding her.
"Sirius, you sly dog, already running down girls! Shame on you." Jaimie heard the voice of James Potter, from the crook of Sirius Black's arms, mocking his friend. The boy next to him, Remus Lupin, eyed the situation with increasing amusement.
"I'm sorry about that, didn't mean to make you fall." He said, his dark eyes glinting with mirth.
"Yeah just like he didn't mean to catch you." Remus said, trying to suppress a laugh.
Then a red head girl, who also had green eyes came upon the situation, "Hey James, whatcha doing?" She called out to her friend.
Both James and Jaimie turned to the girl, James' eyes starting to light up with even more glee, his hand shooting up to brush his hair back.
"Well, Lily, just watching Sirius run down your pretty friend." He said, his voice suddenly cool.
"Not you, dushbag, Jaimie." She pointed to Jaimie in Sirius' arms, and her eyebrows suddenly rose.
"Get off me!" Jaimie made to pull herself from Sirius but he grabbed her wrist.
"What, no thank you?" He asked, shrugging.
"No!" She answered, rather harsher than usual, she wrenched her hand away from his, and bent to get her books. But then they all flew upward, into Sirius' hands.
"Here," He offered her the stack of books.
"Thanks . . . " She muttered.
The air was suddenly awkward, Lily had pulled up to her side, something that was always strange, for the resemblance between Jaimie and Lily were uncanny. Both had red hair, though Lily's was much redder, and both had green eyes, they were also very much the same height, which didn't sway other people from thinking that they really were twins. Lily, sensing that Jaimie was getting more uncomfortable by the minute, broke and silence and said, "Well, we better get going, a couple of our friends are going to meet us. Sirius," He acknowledged her with a nod, "Remus," he too nodded, "See you." she took her friend around the shoulders and pushed her away, amid the indignant cries of James Potter.
"Hey what about me?" He called to the two girls' retreating backs.
Sirius placed a hand on his friends back and said, "Well, that went well."
"Don't think she likes you much, mate." Remus added.
"Right, right," James responded.

As Lily and Jaimie made their way to a tea parlor, where Lily said they were to meet their friends, she turned to Jaimie and stared slyly at her. Busy at the thought of Sirius, how he smelled so good, his eyes gently staring at her own, and the way he held her, Jaimie didn't notice until Lily said her name.
"Jaimie?" She asked.
"Hmm?" Jaimie uttered.
"What happened back there, why was Sirius carrying you?"
"Because I fell."
"You fell?"
"Yeah."
This seemed to satisfy Lily for a little, because she then asked, "Do you like him?"
"Hmm?" Jaimie muttered again, a little distracted.
"Do you like him?" Lily repeated a little firmer.
Regaining her sense, Jaimie turned to Lily and asked, "What?"
"I said, do you like him?" Lily asked once more.
"Of course not! I have a boyfriend!" Jaimie lied at once.
"Yeah, a jerk of a boyfriend. You like Sirius don't you! I know you do, don't lie to me." Lily demanded.
Jaimie looked back at Lily, shame written all over her face. "Was it that obvious?"
Lily giggled, "You were in his arms for, like, ever. But don't worry, he likes you too."
"You think?" Jaimie asked, hopefully.
"Definitely. He caught you, and when he did, he didn't even ask you to get off him, and he grabbed your arm when you pulled away. And he couldn't keep his eyes off you."
"Oh, I wouldn't say no if he asked me out . . . " Jaimie added, dreamily.
"Yeah, I bet he would, if you just dumped Damion." Lily muttered, bitterly.
They walked on, the tea shop coming into view. A small restaurant, with a patio with quaint tables lit brilliantly with bright sunlight during the day, and romantic hovering candles by night. They made their way toward it when Jaimie grabbed Lily's hand. Lily, almost let out a shriek of surprise, but shut her mouth as Jaimie pointed to a boy ten feet away from them, accompanied by many other girls they recognized as her friends. Jaimie pulled Lily behind the corner of the building, clutching her chest as she leaned her back on the wall.
"What was that for? We're supposed to meet Jenny and the others here!" Lily whispered.
"Damion's right over there, look!"
Lily stuck her head around the corner, Jaimie kneeling under her, to see that Damion really was there. He was not hard to miss, most girls at Hogwarts need hardly debate that Damion was the 'sexiest boy alive' and made it a point to stop him in the corridors of Hogwarts everyday. However, Damion thought himself above them all, and never paid them too much attention. Part of the reason that Damion was so disdainful was that he was a Malfoy. And it was in Lily's opinion that all Malfoy's had a superiority complex. Apart from this, he was indeed very attractive. His blonde hair was always the fashionable statement, though more often than not he would brag to Jaimie (who was always with Lily) that he hardly cared for such things. But this year, his silver blonde hair was very sleek. His fringe hung over his eyes so naturally elegant, that he need never adjust them. His blue-gray eyes glinted with none of Jaimie's nor Lily's warmth, but with cold contempt and haughtiness. He was well built, and tall, (he played as chaser for the Slytherin quidditch team) and he was so mysterious, which also helped him be so irresistible to all the girls.
However, even though he deemed all the girls at Hogwarts below him, he deemed Jaimie worthy, which wasn't exactly a mystery. Jaimie was popular, and pretty, however much she tried to refuse to admit it. She was well like by most girls, and all boys. So consequently, Damion had to have her, not only because she was beautiful and popular, but because other people thought so.
The girls looked apprehensively at the door, checking to see whether Damion would go inside, or better yet, leave. But he never left, he stayed outside, hands folded arrogantly across his chest, not even paying attention to those who passed. Then, with a sudden change of heart, Damion opened the door to the tea shop, and went inside, and Jaimie gave a sigh of relief. They both walked out into the opening and made to go the other way (away from Damion and the tea shop) when a voice that made Jaimie's heart both jump and melt rang through the air, calling her name.
"Jaimie! Hey Jaimie!"
She turned slowly on the spot and waved cheerily at the caller. Sirius Black, now accompanied by three other boys, were standing casually at the door of the tea shop, James holding the handle of the door, but not pulling it open.
Please don't let Damion hear my name. She thought helplessly.
But, like all things that are dreaded, they are inevitable, and Damion bolted out of the door, pushing James out of the way.
"Hey, what the hell?" James cried, indignantly.
Sirius turned his head as Damion strode quickly to Jaimie, who stood rooted to the spot, feeling disappointed at her foiled escape.
"Jaimie! Where have you been?" He quickly gained space between himself and the Marauders, Sirius looking slightly abashed. Damion walked up to Jaimie, and pulled her into her arms, his lips searching hers and locking together. Jaimie felt his tongue slide slyly into her mouth, and completely startled, pushed herself away.
"Damion, people are watching . . . " She said, folding her arms over her chest and rubbing it, self-conciously.
"So?" Damion said, pulling himself closer to her for another snog.
"Damion!" Jaimie pushed him away. She turned her head in the direction of Sirius, but he and his friends had gone, quite possibly within the tea shop.
Damion gave her a smirk of disdain. He didn't notice that Lily stood next to Jaimie, and apparently chose not to. Lily, not taking this lightly decided to act.
"Yeah, hi to you too, Damion." Lily replied dully.
He acknowledge her for a second, his face not showing the slightest bit of emotion, but placed a hand on Jaimie's arm and pulled her away.
"What are you doing, associating with a mudblood?" He asked sternly.
"Mudblood? Damion, that's Lily your talking about-my best friend, hello?" Jaimie replied taken aback.
"No girlfriend of mine is going to be hanging around a mudblood." Damion replied, coldly.
"Are you telling me what to do?" Jaimie asked, pulling away.
Saved from spitting out a reply, Lily pulled Jaimie away and walked toward the tea shop, urging her indignant friend forward.
"C'mon, avoid a fight, don't listen to him . . . " Lily muttered, a note of urgency in her whispered voice.
"Jaimie, I'm not done with you yet!" Damion called out, running to catch up to Jaimie.
Damion tugged on Jaimie's free arm, making Jaimie slip out of Lily's grip. He pulled Jaimie along, his hand clasped firmly on her wrist, Jaimie struggling in protest, "Damion, let me go, your hurting me! Just let me go and I'll follow you." But Damion stayed indifferent.
Flustered, and seething, Lily entered the tea shop alone, now a mix of worry for her friend in her mind. Nonetheless, she sought out Sirius whose chair landed with a thud on the tiled floor, as he was recently tilting it on its two back legs, peering out of the window.
"Lily! Where's Jaimie?" One of her friends asked from a table on the far left, she ignored them, and turned right, toward the table. James face alighted, and his mouth cracked in a grin, Remus looked politely puzzled, and Peter, the newcomer, just looked at Lily blankly.
"Sirius, come quick," She cried, pulling Sirius to his feet.
"What? What's up, where's Jaimie?" He asked, his eyebrows furrowed.
"She's with Damion. They went up the alley, looked a bit mad."
"What?" Sirius asked, stepping toward the door.
A couple of Lily's friend in the corner came up and asked once more, "Where's Jaimie?"
"With Damion." Lily answered gruffly, before turning to Sirius, "Are you coming or not?"
Sirius strode out of the tea shop, followed by Lily, James, Remus and Peter. Lily led them up the street in the direction that Jaimie and Damion had gone.

Meanwhile, Jaimie had followed Damion to a small courtyard, further up the alley. Damion stopped and turned to Jaimie, glaring at her through half amused eyes. Jaimie looked blankly back at him, her arms once more folded across her chest. Confused as to why Damion had brought her up here, so far away from the tea shop, and for that matter other people. The courtyard was indeed pretty, flowers lined the walls, and a fountain of a beautiful winged fairy spewed water out of a rose in her hands.
"Why did you bring me here? Why did you call Lily a mudblood, you didn't used to care." She demanded.
"I will not tolerate my girlfriend to hang around mudbloods." He repeated evasively.
"You can't tell me who to be with!" Jaimie spat, her body now full of hatred for the boy in front of her.
"If you expect us to stay together after this, your wrong. Good-bye Damion." She turned around, her robes billowing as she went, and strode out of the courtyard the way she had come.
She stomped all the way down the alley way, her hands balled into fists underneath her robes, her green eyes suddenly cold with anger. In the midst of her indignation, she did not see where she was going and bumped into something hard. For the second time that day, Jaimie felt her balance slip and she fell backward, into the arms of none other than Sirius once more, but this time he seemed to be alone. He grinned widely down at her, and Jaimie felt a rush of emotions fall into the pit of her stomach. For a moment, she could not get a word out of her mouth. Her mind told herself to say "Thank you" but she found her lips glued together. Finally, she forced her mouth open and tried to thank him, but all that came out was, "Ouch!"
Sirius chuckled to himself, and stood her upright. He straightened his robes and then said, "Well, at least you've still got your books." He indicated to a bag that Jaimie held firmly in her left hand.
Say something witty, say something witty! She thought, forcefully.
"Precautionary action." She mumbled.
She felt her face move closer to his, but stopped when Lily came pelting up the street, panting, "Jaimie, oh god Jaimie, hold on,"
She pulled away quickly and Sirius reached up to scratch his head. Lily was followed by James, then Remus then Peter.
"Jeez, Padfoot, you had to go sprinting." James heaved.
"Sorry Prongs." Sirius replied, amicably.
"Are you alright?" Remus asked, kindly.
"I'm fine, thanks Remus." Jaimie answered.
"What happened?" Lily asked, puzzled.
"Oh me and Damion just had a row, its over." She said, her arms folding upon her chest once more, revealing a bruised wrist.
Lily's arm shot straight out, but not as fast as Sirius, who examined the black and blue wrist in his hand, his touch gentle against Jaimie's skin.
"Ouch!" Jaimie cried, Sirius gave her a look of apology, but Remus then took her wrist and examined it herself.
"He gave this to you?" Remus asked, protectively.
"Yeah, no biggie, it's alright, Remy." She said, the nickname slipping out of her mouth unexpectedly.
"Since when did you start calling him that?" Lily asked.
"We're old friends." Remus answered for her.
"Since when?" Peter asked, speaking up for the first time around Jaimie and Lily.
"Since we were four. Our parents are old mates." Jaimie said simply.
"How come you never told me?" Lily asked.
"You never asked. And besides, its not like I see him all the time." Jaimie explained.
"Well it just goes to show you." Sirius said, placing a hand on Remus' back, "There's more to Moony that meets the eye."
"Moony?" Lily asked, nonplused.
"Nickname." James replied simply.
"Oh."
"We should be getting back. Damion might come looking for you." Remus said.
"Yeah," They said at different times.
With that, the group walked back to the heart of Diagon Alley. The boys insisting to buy Jaimie and Lily drinks before heading home via fireplace. When they had reached it, Lily gave them each a hug of good-bye save James who got a glare, before going into the fireplace to her house. Jaimie bid them all farewell, too, telling Remus they might see each other tonight at dinner, and all four boys received hugs in turn, last of all Sirius. She stood in front of him, awkwardly looking at the other boys for privacy. Getting the hint, they left the two alone, to 'greet' each other farewell.
"So. . ." Jaimie began.
"So. . ." Sirius replied.
There was an awkward pause, before they both burst into speech at the same moment. After a slightly comical moment when they both insisted the other to talk, Sirius consented and said, "Well, I guess I'll see you at Hogwarts."
"Yeah," Jaimie agreed, a bit disappointed, before walking up to him, and giving him a hug.
They stayed this way for a minute, before pulling away and looking at each other, awkwardly.
"Well, 'bye." Jaimie turned away from Sirius, who raised his hand in farewell, and looking longingly back at Jaimie, though she did not notice as she promptly spun out of the fireplace back to her house.


A/N: This fic is dedicated to Kate, who inspired me w/ her story and to LeAnn who always seems to find good in the worst things. :) N E way, this is the first chapter of my Sirius fic, I hope its good enough, please R/R.