It was after two in the morning when Sirius finally looked at his watch. He and Fiona were sitting in the common room talking about Quidditch. By far it was the best date they'd had yet and for the first time Sirius realized that he and Fiona could actually become friends.

Overall, Sirius was quite happy with how things were going. After all, he did need the break. Earlier that day, Sirius had been walking quietly down the hallway only to see Circe and Seamus heatedly making out in a dark corner. At that moment he wouldn't have been surprised if they had broken apart, startled by the sound of his heart breaking. He had ditched his afternoon classes and spent the rest of the day grumpily locked in his room. It seemed to him that every time he and Circe finally became close in their relationship his dream of being with her would be shattered as finely as glass.

But he stubbornly refused to think of any of this as Fiona playfully swatted his shoulder and teasingly kissed his lips.

"Why don't we go for a walk?" Fiona asked, lowering her voice seductively as she eyed him hungrily.

"Bit late for a walk, isn't it?" Sirius arched a brow and leaned casually back on the couch, stretching his arms behind his head.

Fiona let out an exaggerated sigh "Come on Sirius, where's your sense of adventure?" She stood up off the couch and gripped his hand, pulling him up too and leading him to the door of the common room.

As they left Sirius, glancing once at the entrance to the girls' dormitories, briefly wondered if Circe was asleep and dreaming, and then mentally kicked himself for caring.

Both Fiona and Sirius made their way through the halls, Fiona leading the way and Sirius not really caring where they went as long as it got Circe off his mind.

A nasty shock hit Sirius as they made their way down a familiar hallway with a familiar door. It was the door to the room where he and Circe slept together.

Inwardly Sirius groaned, wishing she had chosen another spot, any other spot.

He stared in apprehension at the door but Circe didn't seem to notice his unease. "I came down here once before and knew instantly I had to show it to you." Fiona said as she once more grabbed his hand and dragged him towards the door. He tried desperately to think of a reason why he couldn't go in there. Any excuse, really. But his brilliant mind failed him and remained blank.

As Fiona turned the door knob Sirius felt a sick feeling in his gut. He couldn't go into his and Circe's room with another girl. It just didn't feel right.

But when the door opened and the inside was revealed to Sirius another shock hit him. While the door and hallway were exactly the same the room was not. The walls were a mixture of cherry red and flashy gold. There were two couches in a corner of the room and an extremely large bed with a flowing rainbow of blue duvet sat menacingly in the corner. In the corner next to the door was a great marble bar, stalked up with all sorts of alcohol and glasses.

Sirius had been so sure that this was going to the same room, but the only explanation he could think of was that he had mistook the hallway and only imagined that he recognized it, his thoughts still preoccupied with all things Circe.

He only realized that he had been standing motionless in the doorway when he saw Fiona saunter past him towards one of the couches. "It's great, isn't it? It could be, like, our own place or something." Sirius was jolted from his thoughts by Fiona speaking. He looked once more around the room and, closing the door behind him, walked to the couch Fiona was sitting on. "I haven't told anybody about this room before and nobody seems to know about it. It could be our little secret." She smiled at him suggestively and slid closer on the couch.

Sirius didn't say anything back, he only smiled in reply. He was experienced enough to know that Fiona had brought him in here so they could have sex. He was half expecting her to try and jump him at any moment when she surprised him by getting up off the couch. She walked slowly to the bar, and with a sultry look thrown at him over her shoulder, she pulled out a mickey of rum and brought it back to the couch.

"Alcohol?" Sirius raised his eyebrows, only mildly shocked. Fiona, after all, did have a reputation for being a 'bad girl'.

"Live a little Black" she said as she unscrewed the cap off the bottle and took a sip. She passed it to him and he took a sip, enjoying the burning sensation as the rum made its way down his throat.

They sat in silence for a moment until Fiona brought up the Gryffindor Quidditch Team. Instantly Sirius began to feel uncomfortable. Quidditch brought to mind Circe. "You think we'll win the cup again this year?" Fiona slid her arm across the back of the couch as she turned more fully towards him.

"Of course," he replied, taking a larger drink of the rum.

"I supposed you're right, I mean, with James as captain and you and Circe on the team, how could we lose?" She laughed and smiled at him.

Sirius faked a laugh and smile back and took another swig of the alcohol. Her mentioning Circe's name made him miserable. All he could think of was that if he was here with Fiona, what was to stop Circe from being with Seamus? The alcohol warmed his insides and Sirius knew that if he drank enough he'd be able to forget the pain of loving Circe.

"So," Circe whispered, sliding her hand off the couch and onto his leg. "What should we do, all alone in here?"

Sirius raised an eyebrow in response and drained a third of the bottle in his next gulp. He was enjoying the lightheadedness that was beginning to take over and was content to just sit back and let Fiona have her way with him.

"I think," her hand was tracing patterns along his inner thigh now, "that we could have a little bit of fun, don't you?"

He laughed at her attempt at being coy and Fiona took that as an invitation. She leaned forward slowly and smiled at him right before closing her eyes and lowering her lips to kiss him.

Fiona wasn't a good kisser, and as she kissed him Sirius thought of Circe, which although wasn't a new thing for him, frustrated him incredibly. How could she keep him so entrapped? How was it fair that he should be so pathetically in love with the one girl who didn't want him? He began to kiss Fiona back in an attempt to block Circe out of his mind.

Fiona's passion heated up and she began to kiss him as if her life depended on it while Sirius could only muster up enough enthusiasm because of the alcohol. How different he now was then he used to be, he thought briefly before he felt Fiona's hand undo his belt and slide down into his pants.

It wasn't long after that before they made their way to the bed, loosing their clothes in the journey. And when at last they finished Sirius moved away from the body of Fiona, rolling onto his side and frowning. He lay there on the bed, starring at nothing, feeling ashamed of sex for the first time in his life.


It was lunch break on Monday and Circe was just about to leave stall number three in the bathroom when she heard an all too familiar voice. An all too familiar annoying voice.

"You will so not believe what happened to me the other night!" Circe wasn't exactly sure what it was, but something in Fiona's voice kept her from leaving the bathroom. Putting the lid down, Circe took a seat on the toilet and made herself as silent as possible, fully prepared now to eavesdrop on the conversation of Sirius's girlfriend.

Circe's fellow Quidditch teammate and Fiona's best friend Angela Hall replied, "What is it? You've been hinting around this all day! It's been driving me nuts! Tell me what happened, now."

"Well, Sirius and I were hanging out last night," Circe felt a clenching in her gut at Fiona's elated voice. She had a horrible feeling about this, and knew that it would be better for if she just made her presence known and left the bathroom. But a morbid curiosity got the better of her and she stayed, biting her bottom lip nervously,

Fiona continued her speech in an excited voice that did not bode well with Circe. "And after a while the two of us decided to go for a walk. One thing led to another and the two of us ended up having sex! It was magical! I'm so sure he loves me now."

Circe let out a gasp of shock that was luckily drowned out by Angela's squeals. A cold feeling spread through her body and a tingling hurt mingled in her gut. Sirius had slept with someone else? She couldn't believe it; he had told Fiona that he loved her?! A voice inside her head tried to convince her that Sirius did love her, Circe, not Fiona. He never said those three words unless he meant it and she knew that he had never said them before.

Or did she know? She couldn't really be sure, could she? After all, maybe he really did consider her just another conquest. Maybe he had only told her he loved her to get her into bed.

Tears stung her eyes but Circe blinked them back, trying to deny that Sirius's betrayal hurt her as much as it did. She wouldn't let him hurt her this way.

She fixed a cool look on her face causing her eyes to look like ice and stood up and opened the door to the stall, walking out and trying to remain aloof to the shocked stares of the two girls.

Fiona glared at her. "What are you doing in here?"

Laughing coldly and trying to ignore the ache in her heart Circe replied as she washed her hands, gaining eye contact with the younger girl's reflection in the mirror. "I would think that'd be obvious, or do you need me to explain it to you?" Fiona glared harder in response. "Oh, and by the by. If you think that Sirius loves you, you're kidding yourself."

Fiona paled slightly, and putting her hands on her hips scowled. "Yah? What would you know?"

More than you'd think, Circe thought to herself. "Only that he sleeps with every girl he dates. You're just another flavor of the week."

With that Circe walked out of the bathroom, not looking back at Fiona's shocked and pretty face. Right before closing the door she heard Fiona mutter "What a bitch" and tried to ignore it unsuccessfully.

She walked rigidly down the hallway, heading towards the Gryffindor Tower when she heard the bell ring. She had Double Potions. Circe was sure she was about to be sick, right there in the hallway. How could anyone expect her to go to Potions where she would have to sit next to Sirius for two hours? How could she face him now that she knew it was all a lie?

The answer was she couldn't.

Circe quickened her pace, determined to get to her dorm before she burst into tears. There was no way she was going to go to class.

"Bloom! Where you headed?" James Potter came around the corner, stopping right in front of her, a sloppy grin on his face.

"Um," Circe racked her brain for an excuse. She couldn't say she was sick, because they had a Quidditch Practice the next night. And she couldn't tell him she was upset because than he would ask why and even if she didn't tell him she'd have to explain it all to her friends and they didn't know the truth. No one knew. "I forgot something. Something I needed. For class."

James smirked and eyed her questioningly, obviously aware that she was lying. "Well, you're going to have to just forget about it because we're almost late for Potions and you know that Professor Smyth will have a fit if you aren't on time." With that James slung his arm across Circe's shoulders and steered her around without giving her a chance at a protest. Together they walked to Potions, James talking about Quidditch while Circe tried desperately to think of a reason why she couldn't go to class. She failed.

They got to class just as the bell rang and James rushed into his seat. Circe hesitated a moment, taking a deep breath as she stood there in the doorway and masking away all the raging emotions that she felt, she walked into the room and took her seat next to Sirius.

In a gesture that - to any one who didn't know about their relationship – looked like something a caring friend would do, Sirius placed his hand on the back of her chair and smiled in greeting. "Hey there Bloom." But when he saw the expression in her eyes his smile died and a look of concern crossed his features. "Are you alright."

"I'm fine," Circe snarled, turning away to ignore him. How dare he try and act as if he cared about her while he was sleeping with Fiona?

Sirius looked extremely hurt and opened his mouth to comment when Professor Smyth began his lecture. Sirius let his arm drop from the back of her seat and turned to stare at the teacher. Circe glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. His arms were crossed and, although he looked like he was paying attention, she knew he wasn't. He looked incredibly wounded and confused and stared blankly ahead of himself.

Circe felt the realization as if it was a bolt of lightning and she was sure that she would cry. Even though he had hurt her terribly she felt sorry for him as he sat there, unsure and upset. And that could only mean one thing. Circe was falling for Sirius Black, the schools most notorious womanizer.

"Now, you may begin and I expect the potion to be done by the end of the class." Professor Smyth's final sentence, spoken louder than the rest to gain the attention of all the students he knew had tuned him out, dragged Circe back to reality. Immediately the classroom was buzzing with noise as everyone began work on their potions. Circe attempted to stand to go get ingredients when she felt Sirius's hand on her arm, stopping her.

"Are you mad with me?" He asked, and her heart broke at the look in his eyes, but she hardened herself against the pain, remembering how Fiona had smugly told her story.

"Yes," she jerked her arm out of his grasp and left him sitting there stunned. She took her time getting the potion ingredients, but when she could delay it no longer she walked back over to her seat and started work on the potion, trying her best to ignore Sirius who was starring at her dumbfounded.

"I give up," he said after five minutes of silent snubbing. "Please, just tell me what it is I did to deserve this."

"I'm trying to work here Black, stop distracting me." She replied coldly.

"No," he said quite loudly, earning the attention of the people occupying the nearest desks. Circe scowled darkly at him. "Come on Circe, this is ridiculous. You at least owe it to me to tell me why you're angry with me."

That pushed her over the edge. "I don't owe you anything Black." She snapped. He blinked his eyes suddenly and Circe briefly wondered if she could make him cry as he had done to her.

"How can you say that?" He whispered, moving his chair closer to her so that they could talk without drawing attention. Circe kept working on the potion and avoided his gaze. "I've racked my mind and I can't think of anything that I have done that would make you so mad."

Circe couldn't hold it back any longer. She turned and looked at him vehemently and as she spoke her tone was sickly sweet, "How was your weekend?"

Sirius paled slightly and she realized with sadistic satisfaction that he knew what she was talking about and the reason she was furious with him. A thousand emotions crossed his face and she knew that she had hurt him. She refused to feel bad; after all, it was he who had hurt her, more deeply than he could ever know.

"Circe," he began to plead but than cleared his throat before speaking again. "You have to let me explain."

"What's there to explain? You've been fucking me, and now you're fucking her. You must think you're the man right now, having two women and duping them both into thinking they're the only one. You make me sick."

Sirius recoiled at her words, but then narrowed his eyes. Sirius Black had never been one to sit calmly while someone attacked him. He could dish it out as well as he got it. "You have a lot of nerve." He turned it around on her.

"Excuse me?" She was shocked at his choice of words. She had nerve? He was the one who told her he loved her and treated her like someone he cared about while he used her. They had been friends!

Sirius whispered the words harshly, but Circe could see in his eyes that he was still hurt from what she had said. "You think you have the right to talk to me like this? You're nothing but a hypocrite. You come to me at night for comfort while you spend the rest of your time sleeping with Malloy! And then you have the nerve to get mad at me for sleeping with my girlfriend."

Circe felt as if her insides were being shredded. "How would you know if I was sleeping with Seamus?"

Sirius was taken aback by her question, and than he stared at her, searching her eyes intently, trying to find the answer to his question. "Are you?"

"That's none of your business." The truth was that Circe wasn't sleeping with Seamus. She had never been with anyone other than Sirius and that meant something to her. But she would be damned before she let him know that.

"Than how is it any of your business if I have sex with Fiona?" He was no longer harsh to her. He really wanted to know why she was reacting like this to him. He really wanted to know how she felt about him, about them.

Circe couldn't take it anymore. She could no longer stop the tears as they streamed down her cheeks, salty and warm. She tried to blink them back, keep Sirius from seeing her weakness, but she couldn't. Her heart and head hurt and she knew she had to get out of there. The final straw was when Sirius, a shocked and apologetic look on his face, reached out to brush the tears away. She jerked back as if burned, vowing that he would never touch her again.

"Go to hell," Circe said as she pushed back her chair and stood up. Aware of everyone's eyes on her she hurried out of the room, leaving all of her stuff and never looking back. Once out of the classroom she ran up to the dormitory where she flung herself onto her bed and let the tears flow. And as she lay there on the bed, she thought to herself that she finally knew how it felt to have a broken heart.

A/N: Finally, I am back from my trip and can update again. Thanks to all my reviewers and I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Only 8 more to go!!