Pranks

"Well, that certainly wasn't the best idea they ever had," Sirius muttered. He looked at the note in his hand that James had slipped him at supper, "Meet at quidditch pitch after lights out. Wicked prank. Bound to be amusing. Prongs"

Sirius scowled. Prongs didn't know how to be specific. If Moony had written the note, it would have been planned out with a definite time. If this started off as a bad day, it's only gotten worse. Sirius paused. That was TEMPTING fate...

He leaned against one of the gold poles, thinking about the last game they'd played against Slytherin when Malfoy had beaned him with the bludger. Had it been anyone else, he'd have come up with payback. But honestly, for a Malfoy, she seemed okay. Arrogant attitude, but still... Sirius grinned. It wasn't like he didn't have that attitude sometimes. He just buried it. Deep. Very deep.

He was so lost in thought, he almost missed the sound of approaching footsteps. Sirius straightened. Finally, they'd arrived. He squinted into the darkness, trying to locate them. "It's about time," he snapped. "What took you?"

The footsteps stopped.

Sirius scowled. "Not funny. I wait for hours for you to show up, and all I get is the cold shoulder? I'm crushed. What? I'm not good enough for you now?"

The footsteps come again, and he smirked.

Until he got a slap in the face. "Watch your tongue, Black," came a very feminine voice. "You invited me. I can't help it if it's harder to sneak out of my house."

Sirius blinked a couple of times, rubbing his sore face. Finally, he noticed who the footsteps had belonged to. "Malfoy?"

"Don't act so surprised, Black. She waved a note in front of him. I admit, I didn't expect the flirtatious side of you..."

"Fl-flirtatious?" he sputtered, grabbing the note.

"Dear Julia," he read. "I know we haven't met, unless you count on the quidditch match, but I haven't been able to think about anyone else. Meet me at the quidditch pitch tonight after lights out. Sirius Black."

"I'm going to kill him," Sirius muttered.

"Him?" Julia asked.

"Remus Lupin," Sirius snapped. "I'd know his handwriting anywhere. James and Peter are behind it, too."

He whipped out his note and showed it to her. "James gave it to me at supper."

Her grey eyes flashed dangerously. "I found mine in Transfiguration. Why those filthy little..."

"My thoughts exactly. I can't BELIEVE they turned a prank on me. I'll bet they're watching us right now, laughing."

Suddenly a mischeivious look crept onto Julia's face.

"What?" Sirius asked.

"Why don't we give them more than they bargained for?"

Sirius raised an eyebrow, as she leaned over and whispered in his ear.

"We have a SLYTHERIN problem," came a voice from the shadows. Twenty feet away, three boys watched in stunned silence as Sirius Black, eternal hater of everything Slytherin, kissed Julia Malfoy. Not one of them realized that the prank was on them.
Author's Note: Another little drabble for Robin4's unbroken universe. Set during Sirius' time at Hogwarts. Please R&R!