Unexpected Changes; a fan fic by Siriusly Serious

Summary: Sirius Black screws up a potion in class, and is accidentally transformed into... A girl?! Wackiness follows, not to mention numerous relationships. Rated for language, and future slash. Based in MWPP's sixth year.

Chapter 3

Sirius and James strolled along the corridor until the reached the doors of the library, slipping inside as well as the two most popular boys in school could. "There he is." James said, nudging Sirius in the ribs and pulling him behind a shelf to go over 'the plan.'

"You remember what these things do, yeah?" He asked, shaking the bag, which started to make angry buzzing noises. Sirius nodded his voice low. "'Course I do, you get 'em right pissed and they'll sting you. Then they make you float." James shook his head. "That's only half of it. Whatever they inject in you is a kind of mood lifter. Basically you're as loopy as that Greta Catchlove bird." He explained, Sirius grinning like the Cheshire cat. "So what's the plan?"

"The usual," Prongs replied. "You distract him, get his back to me or whatever, then I give this bag another shake and they do the rest." Sirius frowned. "Why don't you go out there and distract Snivelly? The bugger has been eyeing you since first year." James narrowed his eyes at the comment. "He does not, and you agreed to do this so go." He insisted, folding his arms over his chest, making him look a lot like a grumpy professor. Sirius merely rolled his eyes. "Whatever. He'd rather be eyeing you than me any day and you know it." He grumbled, blinking stupidly when James whacked him over the head with the bag. He scowled at him, and started toward the table, making a mental note to 'accidentally' bite Prongs on the next full moon.

"Snape." Sirius greeted, standing behind the vampiric boy, trying not to stare at the greasy hair that looked like something that looked like it had just crawled out of a swamp. Snape tensed over the book he was reading, turning around to look at him, a cautious yet calm look about him. Sirius noted that the boy's hand was already in his pocket, looking for his wand. "Relax, you git. If I was here to curse you I'd have done it already."

"Somehow I doubt that, Black." He sneered, eyeing him suspiciously. "What do you want?"

Sirius paused, really unsure what to say. He hadn't thought this out very well, that was quite obvious. Make something up before he figures it out! "...I need your help." He said, reluctant to say the vile words, even if it was a lie. This faked confession earned him a raised eyebrow. "Really?" Snape smirked deviously; finding it highly amusing that one fourth of the Marauders was coming to him for assistance. "What possibly with?"

He grit his teeth together, hands balled up in his pocket to resist the urge of punching the bastard in his big nose. "...Potions." He mumbled, glaring at the boy before him who seemed to be really enjoying himself. James, you little prick, you'd better hurry the fucking hell up or I swear I'll kill him. "Potions. Would you care to elaborate why it is you expect me to help you?" Snape asked, that smirk still plastered to his face.

"I don't, actually. McGonagall told me I need to get my act together, something about my future being important and that if I want my dream job I need to pass potions." He scowled; amazed that lying was suddenly becoming so easy. "Anyway, she told me to track your arse down and ask you for help. Though I can see it's been a complete waste of my ruddy time." He grumbled, wondering why a group of little blue bugs hadn't come flying around the bookshelf to sting the Slytherin yet. He ditched me, that little...

"I never said I wouldn't help you." Snape interrupted his thoughts, and left Sirius looking flabbergast. "Though don't expect our study sessions...to be without their price." Sirius felt his stomach churn at the look Severus was giving him, hoping whatever he had in mind wasn't going to be too painful. "What do you want?"

"We'll discuss my payment after your first lesson." Snape answered, pushing his chair back and reaching for the book on the table. "Tomorrow after dinner, I'll meet you at the foot of the stairs." The dungeons? Oh, fuck no! "Why there? Call me crazy, Snape, but I don't exactly like the idea of following you into a cold, damp maze where your house mates thrive. Probably the whole 'I hate you, and don't trust you' complex." Snape sneered at him, picking up the book that he tucked under his arm. "Your choice, Black. I'm not doing this on anyone else's terms but mine."

"Fine, whatever. Until tomorrow, you greasy git." He grumbled, turning and heading out of the library, but not without checking James' hiding spot. Prick. He thought, seething as he kicked the doors open and headed toward the Gryffindor common room. "That bastard is dead."

Notes: Hope that's long enough for you, 'cause my brain feels like mush. Sorry I haven't updated in a while, that damn procrastinator side of me wins every time. Well, read, and leave me loads of pretty little reviews to read.
Till next update,
S.S.