Cruel Intentions

A/N: This is my rendition of the movie Cruel Intentions, Harry Potter style, hope you enjoy it!

Sirius sat at the Potter kitchen counter reading "Hogwarts News", a magazine written all about the current news and gossip of Hogwarts. This week's news was about the new headmaster to come in the fall for the upcoming school year. He quickly became bored with the article and flipped to the gossip column. There was noting there, so fed up with the magazine, he threw it across the table and continued playing in his cereal as James walked down the staircase and to the refrigerator. He popped his sausage and biscuit sandwich into the microwave and sat at the table with Sirius.

"Morning Padfoot," James said, yawning.

"Morning Prongs," Sirius replied, already bored with the conversation.

"What's that?" James asked, pointing to the magazine a few inches from his hand.

"Just 'Hogwarts News', nothing special in it," Sirius mumbled through a mouthful of cereal.

James slid the magazine to a comfortable reading level in front of his face. As he read the article on the page and looked at the picture, a grin spread across his face. "Wow, that's such bullshit! Look at this, Padfoot."

Sirius joined James in reading what was on the page. When he finished, he said, "You only think that because you want to shag her and you can't have her."

"Is that a challenge, Sirius Black?" James asked.

"Actually," Sirius said, his grin spreading, "I was thinking more along the lines of a bet."

"And what might the stakes be, dear friend?"

"You get her to sleep with you by Christmas vacation and you can have my motorcycle."

"But," James prompted with a patient look, knowing the stakes were high if Sirius freely bet his motorcycle.

"But, if you lose, which I'm sure you will, I get your Cleensweep 8 and your room."

"I dunno buddy, that's some pretty big stuff... are you sure you want to lose your motorcycle over some silly bet?" James asked, sure he would win.

"Oh, I won't be the one losing my friend, so yes, I'm willing to put my bike on the line to get your broom and your room, which I might add, comes with everything in it."

"You've got a deal my friend," James said, and they shook hands to seal the deal.

A/N: How do you like it so far? This is my first shot at writing in a long time, so if it sucks, tell me and I'll try another path. Reviews as well as flames are appreciated.

–Brutal Brettell