Chapter three, now! Maybe I actually will finish this one. It's planned to be seven chapters, by the way.

Please be a sexaholic

Alize's terrible morning developed into a terrible day. She'd arrived in the Great Hall to find that all of her favourite chocolate chip scones were gone. She'd had to settle for blueberry, which weren't nearly as good. Then, she'd been late to class after leaving her bag in the Great Hall. This had gotten her a detention from McGonagall. Her next class, Charms, passed without major incident, but at lunch, Sirius had put pudding in her hair, and he'd jumped up and down on her last nerve in Potions by "accidentally" spilling her potion all over the floor.

Needless to say, Alize was not a very happy Gryffindor, and rather resembled the lion mascot of her house by the time classes were out for the day. She stormed off to dinner, late after cleaning up the spilled potion with no help from Sirius, and managed to throw down a bit of turkey before she had to report to her detention. On her way out of the hall, Sirius had the audacity to throw a dungbomb at her.

At this point, Alize was so angry that she was calm. As terrifying as Alize was when she was screaming and cursing and hexing you, she was far more terrifying when she was calm. Alize turned around very slowly. Sirius, ready for magical or verbal curses, was unnerved by the silence that dropped across the previously-laughing hall when she turned. Her hazel eyes burned with a fire he'd never even seen Lily direct at James. "Sirius Black, I hate you. You've ruined my day and I swear to Merlin you will pay for this tenfold," she stated in a deadly calm voice. Sirius was actually quite afraid at this point. Alize quickly used a cleaning spell on herself as she stormed out of the Hall.

On her way back from the detention from Hell, Alize heard loud noises coming from a broom cupboard not too far away. She leaned up against the door for a moment, which was long enough to hear two people trying to suck each other's faces off. A hellion grin crossed her face; she'd had a bad enough day to get some vindictive pleasure out of this.

Alize pulled the door open. Inside were Sirius Black and a blonde, ditzy Hufflepuff whose name escaped her. Alize's smile grew wider as she cleared her throat. They instantly broke apart. "Sorry to break up your snogfest, but Filch is coming and I think you'd rather have me break you two up than him. Now that I see that it's Black, however, I should have left you two, eh?"

At the sound of Filch's heavy footsteps coming around the corner, the Hufflepuff lost her head completely and ran. Sirius pulled Alize into the closet with him, as he hissed, "Quick, in here!" Alize gave him a mutinous stare once the door was closed. "What on earth makes you think I'd want to be in a broom closet with you, Black?" she spat softly. "Would you rather be caught by Filch?" he replied. "Act—"

Before Alize could reply, the door was flung open. "Aww, now, look at the little lovebirds! I see you two are both Gryffindors, I'll be taking you straight to McGonagall. She won't be too pleased that two of her students were being naughty, and after hours, too! Not at all…" said Filch with a sadistic grin as he pulled them out of the broom closet. "Come on them, you're coming with me, missy and mister." Alize stammered a protest. "B-but, Mr. Filch! I-I wasn't snogging him! I'd never snog him!" Filch turned around to laugh at her. "Well, what were you doing, then, practicing Quidditch?" "Well, we were in a broom cupboard," Sirius replied. Filch just snarled as he dragged them to the office of their head of house.

McGonagall opened the door with an irritable look on her face; she'd obviously been doing something important. Filch shoved Alize and Sirius in front of him. "Caught these two in a broom cupboard, Professor," he said, giving her a knowing look.

Unfortunately for the pair of them, they both looked like they'd been snogging. Alize's detention had involved lots of moving books around for McGonagall, and Sirius actually had been snogging, so McGonagall did not have a hard time believing Filch. "Separate detentions!" she ordered with a steely glint in her eye.

As they left the office, thoroughly chastised, Alize turned to Sirius with barely-restrained tears of frustration making her eyes glitter unnaturally. "I HATE you, Sirius Black. I really, really do!" with that, the usually strong and fierce Alize ran off in the opposite direction, and Sirius was almost convinced he could hear a sob.

Sirius continued his walk to Gryffindor Tower, one hand behind his head and a strangely unpleasant feeling in the bottom of his stomach. 'You should have stood up for her! Even if it hadn't done any good, it would have been the decent thing to do after ruining her day!' a voice chided him. It sounded so much like Remus that he actually looked around him before deciding that he was hearing things.

Alize was indeed sobbing, hidden in one of the secret passages. She was fully aware that with the luck she'd had today, she would probably be caught and assigned yet another detention on her way back to Gryffindor Tower, but she didn't really care at this point.

'He probably won this time, but I don't even want to keep score any more! That horrible bastard ruined my day! I hate him!' she thought to herself.

That voice, by the way, was Sirius' conscience. Heh, I always thought it would sound kind of like Remus…