A/N: Aw... I didn't get 30 reviews... Oh well! I'm still happy with it! Here's chappy numero quatro!

Chapter Four

"I hate you!" I heard Hermione scream. I stopped in the middle of the staircase leading to my dormitory when Hermione came storming down the stairs with tears pouring down her cheeks. I grabbed her by the wrist to stop her. "Leave me alone, Sirius!"

"What did Seamus do?" Parvati Patil then came down the stairs as well with Seamus at her heels babbling rubbish in his Irish accent. She spun around, slapped him, and continued down to me and Hermione.

"I'm sorry, Mione, I didn't know," she said before hurrying away. I looked from Seamus to Hermione.

"Go, Mione." Hermione quickly ran down the stairs and I faced Seamus. "What the hell did you do, Finnigan?"

"That's none of your business!"

"It's all my business! How could you do that to Hermione?"

"How did you know about me and her anyway, Blaque?"

"She tells me everything!"

"She would've told Potter or Weasley, then."

"No, they don't know. Just me." I took out my wand and smirked as I saw the Irishman gulp.

"Steven? Seamus?" Seamus looked over my shoulder and I spun around. Dean Thomas stood there, staring at us. Seamus obviously took this as an oportunity because he pushed me down the last few stairs then ran past me and Dean. I quickly picked myself up and chased after him out of the portrait hole, through the corridors and outside.

"Sirius! SIRIUS!" I ignored Ron. Stupid bloke called me 'Sirius'. When I lost track of Seamus, I changed into my animagus. I found him later. He was sitting on a tree stump, catching his breath. With a growl and a quick leap, I tackled him off of the stump. He screamed bloody murder when I wasn't even doing anything. I was basically just standing on his chest, baring my teeth at him.

"Padfoot!" I whipped my head around to see Hermione standing there in the cold with her cloak over her. "Come!" With a last bark, I got off of Seamus and trotted to Hermione's side.

Should have let me at him, I thought to Hermione.

"He's not worth it." She knelt down next to me. I looked up at her.

Is anyone around? I watched as she glanced from the school down the green lawns to the Quidditch Pitch. She shook her head. Okay, cool. I switched back to my human form and sat down on the grass beside Hermione. "Are you all right?"

"I'm pretty sure I'll get over it in time," she said quietly. I looked past her hair that fell over her face and pushed it out of the way.

"Don't cry. You said it yourself, he's not worth it." She offered me a small smile which I returned. "Come on. Let's go to the kitchens." She laughed.

"Food. That's all you think about, isn't it?" I smirked.

"No, that's not all I think about..."

"Yeah? What else, then?"

"...A girl..."

"My time or your time?"

"Your time."

"Who is it?" she asked excitedly. "Aw, you have a crush on a girl twenty-two years younger than you..."

"That's... gross, if you think of it... and I'm not telling you a damn word of who it is." Hermione pouted. I laughed at her and tweaked her nose. We crossed the corridors to the tickle-me-pear and went into the kitchen.

"Miss Granger, ma'am!" a tiny house-elf I know as Dobby squeaked. "Master Blaque, sir!" I winked. "How may Dobby serve you tonight?"

"Hot cocoa sounds good. Mione?" I turned to face her.

"Um... right. Cocoa, please, Dobby. Is Winky anywhere?" Dobby's ears drooped.

"In the Room of Requirement, ma'am. She is drinking again, she is." A look of concern washed over Hermione's face. I took her elbow to remind her that she would get in trouble if she tried to get into the room again. Stupid greasy git caught us visiting Dobby and Winky there. I hate him now more than I hated him last month. Or twenty-two years ago. Whatever.

"Thanks, Dobby." We walked out of the kitchen with Dobby waving like a madman behind us. "D'you know what time it is, Mione?"

"It was about five thirty when..." she trailed off. I wrapped an arm around her and pulled her closer. She shook his silent tears, so we stopped in the middle of the hall. She needed to be comforted.

"Hermione, he's just a stupid, stupid, stupid guy like every other guy. He's just more idiotic." She cried harder. Way to go, Sirius. "Er. Look, Seamus is an asshole. Forget the past and move on. It's a simple part of life."

"Hey - you two!" Stupid Prefect Malfoy. "Oh. What happened to you, Granger?"

"I really don't think that's any of your business," I snapped. Malfoy smirked at me. I didn't like that.

"What happened to Granger, Blaque?"

"Malfoy, don't push it."

"What, did she fall and get a boo-boo?"

"Malfoy..."

"Or did little Ronnie Boy break her delicate mud-blood heart?"

"STUPEFY!" Muwahaha. "I think I'm going to get in trouble for this. Do they still hang you by your thumbs in the dungeon?" Hermione stared at him, mortified.

"They used to do that?" I laughed and nodded.

"Yeah, but it was only for about ten minutes then you went off to do whatever it was you were supposed to be doing for detention. Enervate." I squatted down next to Malfoy. "Next time you want to insult my friends, make sure you have your wand on you." The wand I had used to stupefy him was his own wand. I dropped it, making it clatter next to him.

Me and Hermione walked back to the Common Room.

"How did you do that?"

"Do what?"

"Take his wand like that."

"What, pick-pocket him you mean? It's a simple trick. Something you need to know how to do if you're always on the street. Priori Incantatum." The portrait swung open and we both walked inside. Seamus was in deep conversation with Dean, who sent a sneer Hermione's way. I glared at him and brought Hermione up to the dorm, where Ron and Harry were.

"Mione, what happened?" I sat at the edge of my bed and pulled my shirt over my head. The world would be so much quieter if everyone had their throats slit. Maybe it happened, because everything was silent for a couple seconds. I broke it.

"What do you mean what happened?"

"Seamus says you did something," Ron said with a shrug. I scoffed, then looked to Hermione.

"I didn't do anything," she snapped.

"Can I be a dog again?" I inquired with a raised hand.

"No one cares, Sirius," Ron snorted.

"Goodie." Hermie, are you PMSing?

"Yes!"

"Yes? Yes what?" Harry asked.

Calm down, you're freaking Ron out. Look at 'im. Ron's eyes were wide in terror and flinched everytime Hermione moved, as if she was going to lash out and attack him or something.

"I'm sorry," Hermione said quietly and sat down on the floor cross-legged. Neville came in next and saw me.

"Okay... why are you a dog now?" (A/N: Remember that Neville was in the scene at the Department of Mysteries? Yeah... so he knows who the Order is and who 'Steven' is...)

Because I can.

"Uh... yeah... Seamus is throwing things in the Common Room and scaring the first years."

"So?" Ron

"So?" Hermione.

"So?" Harry.

Idiot. Why're you telling us?

"This is sent out more to Hermione and Harry. They're Head Boy and Girl, right? So... it's their duty to stop them..."

I can do it! He's terrified of me! I jumped down the stairs and pranced around Seamus, who was pointing at me and screaming. He dropped the chair he was about to chuck and ran out of the Common Room. I gave a small bow to the first years in the corner then went back to the room.

Done.