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A/N: This is the second chapter of Sirius's Reaction. I can't believe I'm updating so quickly. I do have to say something about the shortness though. I've decided that this story is just going to be gags/just for the laughs. And it's actually helping me with the writer's block. (Yes, I know, the horrors of writer's block) But no matter how short it is, I do write with all I have. So despite the shortness, the quality should not suffer. I hope you still like this story.

Credits: Ultimate Kai Luva and saFire Flame

Date

Sirius entered into the common room and headed to the room on the right. Seventh year was dull. So very dull. Everything was so predictable after seven years at Hogwarts. He could walk around the school blindfolded without getting lost. He really wished there'd be something exciting.

He swung the door open and revealed James singing, and dancing -rather horribly too- around his bed. James, looking surprised to find him, there, stopped.

"What are you doing here?" James demanded; embarrassed to be caught doing something childish and 'un-cool'. "This is the Head Students Lounge."

Yes, James was made Head Boy. He wasn't even a Prefect like Remus. How his best friend had managed that, he did not know. Sirius still remembered his initial response to James' announcement and the shining badge on his chest.

"Head Boy? I thought it was Hideous Boy!"

He smiled at that memory. That had been the only surprise of that year.

"So what? Head students, dead students- same thing. Your password is so predictable anyways." Sirius shrugged; then commented, "Honestly, Prongs, 'Lily rocks my world'? That's just pathetic."

He heard James grumbled something about not having any privacy. James was too easy to annoy sometimes. He grinned and sat himself on a chair in the Head Boy's room.

"Well?" Sirius asked expectantly as James sat on his bed.

"Well what?" James asked raising his eyebrows.

"What was all that about?" Sirius asked, waving his arms about as if to emphasize his point. "All that dancing and singing."

"Oh," James said, "I asked Lily out and-"

"-And she said 'no'." Sirius said immediately, catching on. "Rejection One hundred and twenty second!"

"No."

"-And then she said she'd rather-" Sirius droned the well-rehearsed lines and then paused suddenly and shouted. "WHAT?"

"Lily said yes." James said with a huge silly grin on his face.

"Prongs, as desperate as you are," Sirius said pensively eyeing his best friend, as if it was the first time he met James. "You do know love potions are illegal, right?"

"Yes." James replied; he, too, was looking at Sirius weirdly.

"Then…"

"I didn't use any potion!" James said, still grinning widely, he was too excited to take offence in anything. "I asked Lily out and she said yes!"

Sirius paused, "How many bottles?"

"Bottles?"

"Yes, bottles. You're drunk, remember?"

"NO! I'm not! I asked her out and she agreed."

"You mean the Lily Evans…as in red hair, green eyes…not very tall…prefect, right? Not the pillow you talk to, right?" Sirius asked incredulously, pointing to the pillow on James's bed, which he knew for sure that he called Lily, after Lily Evans.

"Yes! As in the Head Girl. And I don't talk to my pillow." James said exasperatedly, despite his amusement.

"Wow, James." Sirius exclaimed truly amazed. "Really 'Wow', you finally managed."

"I know. After all those hard work!"

"Yeah, deflating your head was definitely hard work." Sirius agreed.

"OI! I resent that." James said, fighting a smile that seemed to be etched onto his face this evening.

"Yeah, I know. That's why I said it." Sirius said, barely managing keep a straight face. "So…this calls for a celebration! Let's go to the Gryffindor Common room!"

"Can't. I've got patrol with Lily in fifteen minutes."

Sirius suddenly looked horror-stricken. He asked tentatively. "Is that the date you were talking about?"

"No! That's patrol. We do it every night." James burst out laughing and then added after a second thought. "Although this is the first time that we decided to patrol together."

"Oh," Sirius let out a breath that he didn't realized he was holding. "So when's the date?"

James looked at him skeptically. Sirius stared back and suddenly realized how that sentence sounded like.

"Don't worry, I'm not tagging along." He assured, trying to fight the temptation that James had presented before him.

But one thing Sirius had learnt about himself was that: He could not fight off temptation of this sort. So he decided to give in.

It wasn't really his idea. James had suggested it!

"This Hogsmeade weekend."

"…Where are you going again?"

At that, James realized his mistake. He shouldn't have hinted anything. Now that he did, Sirius, being Sirius, would do it.

"Hogsmeade." He said vaguely, attempting to salvage the situation.

"Need a chaperone?" Sirius asked with a large grin.

"No."

Sirius looked thoughtful.

"How about a double date?" he asked.

"I'm going to Madame Puddifoot. You don't like it there."

"I would go, if you paid me."

"But I won't pay you." James retorted. Why on earth would he not get this hint?

"Why not bring her to Hog's Head? Great drinks there."

"Padfoot, this is Lily and my first date."

"The more reason to bring friends!" Sirius said happily. "To help make you guys less awkward!"

"No! No! And No! Don't you need to go to supper now? It's two hours pass dinner."

"Fine." Sirius grumbled standing up and headed for the door. "And last two things, you'll probably find me with a date in Puddifoot and you do talk to Lily the Pillow."

Closing the door quickly behind him, Sirius could still hear James's protest.

He grinned. Maybe Seventh year was not that dull.


A/N: So what do you think? I hope I didn't get the café wrong…I couldn't remember where it is in OoTP. So if it's wrong, Please tell me, so I can make amends as soon as possible. So next chapter…what should it be? James's first date? Or should I just jump to the engagement?

P.S. If you have some quotes that you want to be added in this story, you're welcomed to suggest it! This story started with quotes.