The Triangle of love and doom and despair and love

by Kirsten Ann

Written by both Kirsten Ann and Love from CJ. As we wrote this we were singing the words, so feel free to do that. Set in the Marauder Era. Love, hate, laughs and eventually baby Harry. plz r&r and ENJOY OR PERISH.

3. Emotional trees

Disclaimer: WE OWN ALL! Okay...we're lying like a lot. Ignore us, anyway...we still don't own Harry Potter. That's slavery and is frowned upon in most nations. Dang. Jk.

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Chapter Three:

So now came the time for James Potter's questionnaire.

Q: What is you full name?

A: James Potter.

Q: What is your favorite color?

A: red

Q: Why do you love me?

A: because you're hot and sexy

Q: Are you a pureblood or not?

A: I am a pureblood.

Q: Why do you always call me a mudblood?

A: I don't

Q: What kind of dinky answer is that?

A: I DON'T CALL YOU A MUDBLOOD

Then, he handed it in. Lily frowned AND GAVE HIM A BIG FAT C-. James was shocked, hurt even.

"C-! Whaddya MEAN C-? That's Grade "A" feelings pored out on that paper!" He wailed. Then he went sobbing and crying to the whomping willow tree.

But someone interrupted him.

"James? It's me, Sirius!" Sirius Black said, with a toss of his pretty black hair.

"GO AWAY! I'M WALLOWING!" James roared.

"Wait, James…where are you?" Sirius asked.

"I'm in a wooden tree of emotion!" James sobbed.

"Dude, are you crying over that babe Lily Evans?" Sirius asked with a smirk.

"Yes…yes I am."

"Why?"

"A C-!" he exclaimed. "I PORED OUT MY HEART AND SHE GAVE ME A C-! Here, I even have my paper."

Sirius grabbed the crumpled smelly paper from James' fingers and looked it over. He snorted and chuckled and laughed himself silly.

"Poured out your heart? More like poured out your…I suck with women!" Sirius chortled.

"Can…can you help, Sirius? Can you help me with my…problem? Old buddy old pal? My performance in the "Lady Department" needs some work," James whispered, "I'm scared."

"Yeah, me too," Sirius coughed, backing up slightly.

"Hold me…" James said, resting his head on Sirius' attractive shoulder.

"No!" Sirius said, running behind the tree. "What are you on? Are…are you wasted?

"Only a little." James sniffled.

"Okay, that's a lesson. Don't drink. Drinkers smell and girls don't like smelly drinkers…or smelly guys in general." Sirius taught.

"I, a humble pupil to your teachings, shall heed your every word!" James said with a bow.

And so began their "Lady Lessons". James thought he was ahead of the game. But unbeknownst to him, Severus was getting lessons of his own.

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