Summary: A sleek Scandinavian, detention romance, a summer fling, the one girl he never expected, and more. Read all about Sirius Black's twisted love-life and the girls who made it click.

Rated: M, per usual

Disclaimer: See Chapter One.

A/N: I told you I'd update eventually :) Read back on the latest from Chapter Thirteen, if you want a refresher on what was happening...

Chapter Fourteen

Regrets and Indecision

Savannah Baron sat on the floor of her bedroom, fuming. She was so angry, it was causing her to feel lightheaded. Every particle of her being wanted to rip Audrey Granada's hair out.

"I can't fucking believe that girl," she said, quite loudly and clearly. "She is such a slut. She has absolutely no shame, she'll shag anything that moves, and she's not even that good looking!"

Lily, who was sitting on her bed watching Savannah worriedly, started. "Honestly, Annie, I think it's way more Sirius's fault than Audrey Granada's. I mean… he's the one who was in a relationship with you…"

Savannah shook her head, thoroughly disgusted. "I just wish… I wish his friends would turn on him. And I wish he'd realize that Audrey Granada is the dirtiest girl at this fucking school."

Lily shrugged. "That's a lot to wish, Annie," she said gently.

Isolde O'Connor looked up from her desk and brushed several long strands of hair out of her face. "He's just immature, Annie. And he'll grow up eventually, but in the meantime, fuck him." She turned back to the essay she had been working on, picked up her quill, and added, "But not literally."

"Yeah, but when did you have a thing with him, fifth year?" Savannah demanded. "He was fifteen then! A fucking child! Did you even have sex?"

Isolde shrugged. "I don't remember if we had sex. All I know is you can do much better."

(She was lying; they had had sex, and it had been awkward.)

Savannah glowered. "I should have broken things off with him weeks ago. I just liked shagging him too much to call it quits…"

She then lost her composure completely, and burst into tears.

-

Sirius was finding life in his dormitory to be rather unpleasant at the moment.

"She's in Slytherin, Sirius!" James bellowed. "And not only that, she's captain of their Quidditch team! I mean, what the hell are you trying to play at?! There's this rule, you know, against sleeping with the enemy… treason, it's called!"

Sirius exhaled loudly and leaned his chin on one palm. "I don't know what to tell you, mate," he said matter-of-factly. "I happen to like her."

James almost laughed. "Sirius! There are so many other girls, and many of them are perfectly likable, and at least as attractive as Audrey Granada! I mean–" he paused for a moment, struggling for words "–you could have anyone. Anyone, Sirius! How can you do something like this? It's an absolute disgrace to the team, not to mention Gryffindor house and yourself in general!"

Sirius was now beginning to feel insulted. "Don't make me choose between the two, Prongs. It's only a big deal if you make it one."

James did laugh this time. "'Only a big deal if I make it one?' Sirius, we're talking about Audrey Granada here. She's filthy, she's soulless, she's a horrible person. She's using you because she's in Slytherin – she wants to beat us at Quidditch, she wants to… to… take you away from the people who care–"

"–SHUT UP!" Sirius had had enough. "You don't understand at all, do you? I'm not doing this just because I can, or because I'm sick of Annie, or because I want to keep things interesting, or because I want to sabotage the team – I'm doing it because I'm absolutely crazy over the girl!"

James surveyed him skeptically. Then he said, sounding almost pleading, "Why, Sirius? Why? Has it occurred to you that she's only making you like her to achieve her own ends? Or that you're only attracted to her because it's so taboo? I mean, think, Sirius!"

Sirius stood up, ready to leave. "I have been thinking!" he shouted. "I've been thinking for the past three months more than I've ever thought in my life before, and apparently all it's come down to is the fact that Audrey Granada is the one person in this bloody school who actually cares about me!"

"She doesn't care about you, though!"

Sirius had had enough. He walked out and slammed the door, and James did not pursue him.

Despite himself, he found himself feeling, for one of the few times in his life, immensely insecure. Rationally he knew that Audrey cared for him plenty, but right now he had a sickening feeling in the pit of his stomach, a worry that, just maybe, it was all a sham.

But it had to be real! Never in his life before had he felt as strongly for another person as in that brief moment in Audrey's dormitory.

He needed to talk to her, he needed her to reassure him. But at the same time, he wanted an outside opinion. He wanted someone to tell him that, in fact, Audrey needed him just as much as he needed her.

He rubbed his eyes and remembered asking her, "What the hell are you getting out of this?" He frowned. Though he told himself that she had provided a satisfactory answer at the time, he could no longer remember what it was.

Merlin, I'm driving myself crazy, he thought, trying to determine a proper course of action. It was not so much the fact that everyone in Gryffindor House probably hated him right now; half the hatred was just envy, he knew, and James would forgive him in time. The issue was the fact that he didn't know where to take his relationship with Audrey. Frankly, all he wanted to do was spend every minute of every day with her, but he worried that Audrey might not be too keen on this.

He was so used to it being the other way around! Girls threw themselves at him and pined after him and he ignored them if he so chose. But now he was lusting after the companionship of a single girl, and what did he have to offer her? Some amusement? A sense of accomplishment? Did Audrey even truly like him for who he was, or was it all just the culmination of a fanciful girl's ambition to reform an emotionally troubled bad-boy?

He thought back to all the times he had interacted with Audrey before this seventh and final year of Hogwarts. There were the Quidditch matches, the snatches of gossip, the lingering (albeit antagonistic) glances… thinking back, he felt sure that he had always thought she was pretty, had always felt the tug of some latent, forbidden attraction to her. Audrey Granada was the kind of girl his parents would have wanted him to marry - though then again, her family wasn't that important. The de Granadas were a reasonably ancient and respected family on the Iberian Peninsula, but in the British Isles, they were relatively unheard of. Though Audrey's mother must have been from a British family… some inkling of Sirius's past, a trace of something someone had said at some austere ball long ago, told him she was probably a Yaxley.

He squeezed his eyes shut impulsively, terrified by this train of thought into forbidden waters. What did it matter what Audrey's family lineage was? Wasn't family lineage the one thing he was trying to prove irrelevant?

Sirius had wandered through several corridors by this point, and he had made absolutely no progress on deciding what to do. He felt almost nauseous at his paralysis. After all, never before had he had the slightest hesitation in deciding what to do with a girl. There was one thing he kept coming back to, however: he knew that relationships only endured if both parties were equal. All his other relationships ended because, in every case, he held more sway than the girl.

And then there was that one relationship-that-might-have-been… if he had dated Claire Delacour, it could have conceivably endured because he would have been dependent on her attention and approval just as heavily as she was dependent on his. Compromises would have been made, arguments would have turned into in-depth discussions, and their intimacy would have perpetuated itself and increased exponentially with every hurdle they cleared. But of course, with every other girl he dated, there was no reason to compromise. Things worked out if and only if he and the girl had the exact same prerogative. And this was impossible, because eventually someone would want something the other did not want, and, because Sirius always held more sway, there was never compromise, intimacy was not attained, and the "relationship" – if you could call it that – inevitably fell apart.

It had happened with Tara, it had happened with Savannah, and it had happened with every other girl Sirius had had a relationship, fling, or fuck-buddy arrangement with.

The trouble was not so much that Sirius minded being in control; he was simply aware of the fact that it led nowhere. Audrey thus presented an interesting dilemma: Sirius was quite sure that he would not hold greater sway than she would – a change from every other relationship ever, except the hypothetical relationship-that-might-have-been with Claire – but Audrey would quite possibly hold excessive sway over him. In an argument, he knew, he would bend to her will. And there were sure to be numerous hurdles that would need clearing if they were ever to make a relationship work.

The trouble, then, was that the hurdles would be impassible – or, rather, impassible via compromise. One person's will would win out, and Sirius felt sure it would be Audrey's.

And he was not okay with this.

-

"I don't know why I did it," Sirius said tiredly, sitting down on James's bed.

James frowned, clearly struggling to keep his temper and puzzled by how abruptly Sirius's attitude had changed from when he left the room an hour earlier.

"Well…you seemed to have reasons an hour ago," he said.

Sirius shook his head, his expression impassive. "I was being an idiot… a bloody wanker… It'll never work between us, ever… I don't know what I was thinking… fucking self-destructive… I should've just let Annie keep banging me til she grew tired of it and then maybe by then we'd be out of this place and into the real world."

James was silent for a moment, clearly quite confused. "Er… Moony?" he called hesitantly. "Sirius is acting strangely…"

Sirius smiled hollowly. "Like I wasn't being strange before?"

James smiled too and shook his head, ready to forgive and forget, as always. "Nah mate, that was normal. Sometimes you're just completely controlled by your dick. It's alright, it happens to the best of us."

Sirius frowned. "I suppose…"

He wasn't sure how he felt at the moment. Somewhere in his walk through the now-silent halls of the castle, it had clicked in is head that he and Audrey could never work as a couple. After all, he liked her far too much, and she didn't like him enough. She knew his few weaknesses and he felt sure she had none. Committing himself to Audrey was a route doomed to failure.

The only word appropriate for how he felt at this moment was emo.

Emo… was he ever ashamed of himself!

"What's up?" Remus asked.

Sirius shook his head. "I'm so ashamed. I'm so fucking stupid. I'm this close to being happy and it's impossible. It's almost like Claire but it's… it could be even better than Claire, it could be amazing, it could be the way I'd want to spend every day of the rest of my life! …But it can't fucking working. Merlin, I'm so fucking stupid…"

Now, Remus and James both frowned, as did Peter, who had left his own bed to join them.

Remus hesitated, then implored, "Sirius, what are you talking about?"

Sirius let out a long sigh, mentally slapping himself for giving into this emo-ness.

"I'm talking about Audrey Granada! I'm absolutely crazy about her and it will never work!" He turned to James. "You were absolutely right about what you were saying earlier, though not in the way you meant…"

James raised his eyebrows. "What?"

Sirius frowned. "You were talking about how she'd use me and all that. And it's not that she would intentionally use me, or anything. But she'd always win. She'd come out on top. I like her too much and she has no weaknesses and we'd never be able to compromise on anything. I'd give up everything for her and she'd give up nothing for me. You see the problem?"

James, Remus and Peter all stared at him.

Then James scoffed. "Well then you're damn right you shouldn't be starting anything with her!"

Sirius sighed, feeling deflated. "I know. I don't know why I let myself. I just got carried away."

His friends all looked uncharacteristically concerned.

"Well… we forgive you for doing it, mate," James ventured. "I'm not sure about the rest of the House, but then, who cares about them…"

Sirius laughed hollowly, and announced, "I'm going to bed."

Once he had climbed into his four-poster, though, all he could think about was Audrey. He closed his eyes and saw her straddling his waist, her short bangs curling over her dark eyes, her tank top straps sliding off her shoulders. He thought of how good she smelled and the feel of her mouth on his.

But he refused to become like Tara or Savannah. He would not submit to another person. He would either dominate or – perhaps, some day in the far future – be another's equal.

He lay in bed fraught with distress for a few minutes, and then forsook all hope of sorting things out in this state and allowed himself to drift into an elaborate fantasy about Audrey until sleep claimed him.

-

She caught his eye at breakfast, of course. His friends had buoyed his spirits beforehand and he had managed to maintain his composure, carelessly ignoring the glance of blazing fury Savannah gave him in the common room, and the whispers that followed him down the corridors. He laughed and joked with his friends and knew that everyone secretly wished for this sort of notoriety.

But when he sat down at breakfast, he couldn't help but look over at the Slytherin table – and there was Audrey, equally indifferent to the scandal, chatting with her friends and laughing. She caught his eye almost at once, and winked.

He felt his heart flutter. It was Sunday, he could go see her after breakfast and… and what? Tell her what he had decided?

He had to; he wanted to. And then he wanted her to tell him it didn't have to be like that.

Audrey was clearly looking to talk, too. Sirius found her standing in the entrance hall waiting for him.

"Hey, pal," she said with a smile.

He looked her up and down. Her dark hair hung in a slight wave to her shoulders, her bangs were combed, and she wore jeans and a cashmere sweater, which wanted to peel off before making love to her… but he had to resist.

"You've fucked me up real bad, Audrey," he replied with a wry smile.

She raised one eyebrow. "What on earth do you mean?"

He smiled even more wryly. "You can't guess?"

She frowned. "You don't want to keep anything up …"

He nodded slowly. "I mean… not like that. I mean I can't let myself get caught up with you. It would fall apart and I'd be…" - he looked her in the eyes to show he was dead serious - "…absolutely devastated."

She raised her eyebrows and shrugged. "I mean, if that's how you feel about it…"

He felt his heart sinking, but quirked his mouth into a grin, trying to regain his composure. "Audrey, I like you too much for this to work, and you know it."

She was silent for a moment, thinking. Then she said, "You're right. I should have thought of that before. I'm sorry."

He frowned. "Audrey, yesterday was absolutely amazing. You do realize that, don't you?"

She nodded. "Yes. But if you aren't ready to risk everything, then fine. We can go back to being just friends…"

He couldn't tell if she was angry or not, disappointed or unsurprised. All he could do was nod. "I mean… I just don't want to trap myself in a situation that will inevitably fall apart. I value you far too much as a person to risk it."

Audrey shrugged. "Alright." She turned toward the nearest corridor. "Anyway, I'll see you around."

She walked away,

Sirius wasn't sure what he had done wrong. All he knew was that he felt even more distressed than before.

-

In an attempt to boost himself out of his depression, Sirius impulsively decided to do something rather stupid, something he had not succumbed to since the previous March.

"Vana!" he called suavely at a girl standing amongst a gaggle of sixth-year Hufflepuffs a little ways away in the entrance hall, who all blushed. Vanity Linus smiled at him complacently and stepped away from the throng.

"What's up, Sirius? I haven't talked to you lately…"

He nodded. "I know; it's been far too long, hasn't it? But I've missed you dreadfully; want to pop down to Hogsmeade for a drink?"

Vanity laughed. "You're rather forward, aren't you? And what's this I hear about you banging Audrey Granada? I'm not trying to get involved over my head…"

Sirius barked out a laugh. "I'll tell you all about it if you consent to go on an adventure with me..."

Vanity laughed again. "Can't say no to that, can I girls?" she asked, turning around to glance at her friends.

The girls all shook their heads. Some laughed while others murmured, "No, of course not!"

Vanity quirked an eyebrow at Sirius and followed him out of the corridor toward the foyer.

"So how have you been, Vana?" Sirius asked. "Boyfriends galore, as usual?"

Vanity giggled. "As usual. I'm between boys at the moment though…or I may as well be."

Sirius laughed. "You're quite forward, too."

Vanity winked at him. "Well, we both know what we want. No sense trying to hide it."

Sirius nodded. "I'm in a desperate bind. Audrey Granada's a bit too much for me. I've missed your gentle touch."

Vanity laughed. "I've gotten rougher."

Sirius barked out a laugh and tossed his hair out of his eyes before taking her hand in his.

Vanity burst out laughing. "Oh, hand-holding now, are we? You don't waste any time…"

They were not actually walking toward Hogsmeade, of course. They reached the edge of the Forbidden Forest and then walked a little way around the lake to a secluded area sheltered from the wind by trees and a large rock. Luckily, the day was crisp and dry.

Once behind the rock, Sirius turned to Vanity and kissed her messily on the lips. Her mouth was already open; Vanity Linus didn't waste any time either. She had her hands down his pants within five minutes, and then he was lifting her slight frame to hammer her against the rock, panting as she dug her fingernails into his back and clung to him with her bare thighs.

Vanity Linus was an utter whore. She was different in every way possible from people like Audrey, who had a bit too much sex but never wavered in self-confidence. Vanity was chronically unconfident, but hid her insecurities beneath a loud, exaggeratedly self-important exterior. She forever boned boys and sucked dicks to reassure herself of her self-worth.

Vanity was a half-blood, and her Hufflepuff friends were, surprisingly, mostly shy and chaste. But Sirius had consistently hooked up with Vana at least once per year ever since he had been fourteen, and she, thirteen.

Vanity was attractive, though a bit unusual looking. She was skinny and not especially buxom, but she wore a pushup bra to compensate. Her hair was thick, curly and unmanageable, but it was a beautiful shade of golden-brown. She always wore makeup, and always had a colorful clip pinning back her wild curls. Her face was quite nice, with a tiny nose and hazel eyes, but she smelled somewhat odd (though that may have been simply because Sirius was not actually attracted to her).

Sirius had had sex numerous times with Vanity Linus, but he found her crippling insecurity a bit too obvious. Every time he banged her, he had mixed feelings: he never exactly regretted it, since, after all, Vanity seemed to enjoy it, but spending time with a person so naïve, unconfident and generally unintelligent was not especially enjoyable for extended periods of time.

When they were done, they walked back to the castle, making dull, entirely insignificant conversation.

"So you did fuck Granada, then?" Vanity, ever the gossip-whore (as well as regular whore), asked.

Sirius smiled slightly. "I don't remember."

Vanity giggled. "Aw, Sirius, tell me!"

Sirius shook his head. "That's for me to know and you to find out."

He was already beginning to feel peculiar. Why did he ever think that fucking Vanity Linus was a good idea? Sure, it felt good, but it never felt amazing. Sex with Claire had been amazing. Sex with Audrey had been mind-blowingly amazing. But sex with Vanity was simply an act. There was no feeling or sentiment behind it.

As they entered the foyer and made their way down a corridor, they received glances from passing students. Vanity was grinning a bit to herself; she loved when new rumors of her sexual escapades spiraled through the student body. But Sirius felt himself growing more and more ashamed. Here he was, doing exactly what Audrey had warned him about: he was acting the same. He wasn't changing. First he had betrayed Savannah, and now he was betraying himself.

"I have to go," he informed Vanity suddenly.

She looked up at him, unfazed. "Okay. See you later, maybe?"

He gave a half of a nod. "Yeah. Sure. See you around."

Then he walked away and didn't look back.

-

Vivian Briar arrived back at her dormitory to find Savannah Baron sitting on her bed, attempting to read a book but clearly unable to concentrate.

"Hey," Savannah said dully.

"I didn't see you at dinner," Vivian ventured.

"I wasn't hungry."

"Lily's bringing you back something, just in case…"

Savannah said nothing.

Vivian hesitated for a moment, then said, "Now they're all saying he fucked Vanity Linus."

Savannah didn't look up for several seconds. When she did, her eyes were blazing. "Well, that's just perfect, isn't it?"

Vivian came over to sit next to her. "I mean…. At the very least, this absolutely means you shouldn't take it personally. Audrey Granada is one thing, but Vanity Linus is the lowest of the low."

Savannah started to cry. "That fucking bastard. I hate him."

Vivian stroked her hair. "Oh, Annie…"

Lily entered the room carrying some bread, cheese and a slice of pound cake in a paper bag. She saw Savannah crying and sighed.

"You told her the latest?" she asked Vivian.

Vivian nodded. "Isolde pointed out at dinner that it's really for the better…"

Lily tilted her head from side to side, considering this. "I mean, I suppose, in terms of what it says about the class of people Sirius is turning to…"

"What did James say?" Vivian asked.

Lily shook her head, sneering a bit. "I'm not speaking to him. He's only appalled about the Audrey Granada thing because she's a Slytherin, not because it's terrible or insensitive."

There was a knock at the door, and Lily deposited Savannah's dinner on her bed before answering it.

"Oh, hey, Mary," she said.

"Hi, Lily! Any chance you'll help me with potions? Alice and I are stuck on this one essay…"

Lily hesitated. "Maybe in a bit? Now isn't the best time…"

Mary nodded. "Sure, sure, just come knock!"

Lily nodded, too. "Can do."

She shut the door behind Mary and walked back to Savannah's bed.

"Who's that?" Savannah sniffed.

"Just Mary MacDonald. She and Alice need help on potions homework."

Mary MacDonald and Alice Robins were sixth-year girls who shared a dormitory with Tara Nevan and Evetta Niall. Mary was an avid admirer of Lily: she thought her beautiful, talented and utterly confident (all true enough). Mary had reddish-brown hair and freckles. She could get a bit clingy, and from time to time, Slytherins picked on her.

Alice was headstrong and intelligent, and aspired to become an Auror – something Lily was sure she would succeed at, just as she succeeded in all of her endeavors. Alice had short, dark, slightly curly hair and a pleasant, round face. Lily found her very appealing.

Thus, after Savannah had calmed down a bit, Lily walked down the hall to the sixth-year girls' dormitory.

Evetta Niall answered her knock. "Oh hey," she said. "Mary and Alice went down to the common room."

Tara Nevan stepped up beside her. "Hey Lily, is it true Sirius fucked Audrey Granada and Vanity Linus?"

Lily rolled her eyes. "Who knows what's true anymore."

Tara frowned. "It's a bit disappointing, isn't it? He's really lowering his standards."

Lily raised one eyebrow. "I take it that at least you are over him?"

Tara nodded briskly. "Oh, definitely."

Evetta giggled. "We're relieved neither of us went too far with him."

Lily frowned. "I suppose that is a good thing, yes."

They were all silent for a moment. Then Tara asked, "Is Savannah very upset?"

Lily nodded. "Obviously."

Tara nodded, too. "See how she likes it."

Lily was annoyed at that. "Oh, not you too! Blame the boy for once, won't you?"

Tara shrugged.

Lily frowned. "It's absolutely ridiculous, girls blaming one another when it's just immature boys screwing us all over!"

Tara almost laughed. "Easy for you to say! You've got Jamie eating out of the palm of your hand!"

Lily shook her head. "Oh, as if! I'm through with him; he's an absolute prat. He's appalled at Sirius sleeping with a Slytherin, and nothing else about it fazes him."

Tara shook her head, too. "No no, Lily, you've got it all wrong! Jamie's appealing to the side of Sirius he knows he can hurt! He couldn't yell at him for disrespecting a girl's feelings; he's been doing that for years, and Savannah's no different from anyone else."

Lily was confused. "What do you mean?"

Tara smiled wryly. "Don't you see, Lily? James would never, ever do something like that to you! It's not even a comparison, the types of relationships Sirius has with people compared with what James wants with you. He'll get furious with Sirius for sleeping with a Slytherin because it's really an affront to everything Sirius thinks he stands for. It's the only way to make Sirius feel any bit of shame." She paused, thinking, and then continued, "I mean, you know he was never ashamed of leading me on or trying to break up our friendship–" she gestured between herself and Evetta "–or anything like that! But if James only seems to get angry at Sirius for the most trivial aspects of a situation, that's because he knows that's all Sirius cares about."

Lily stared at her, considering this new perspective.

"Trust me, Lily, I grew up with him," Tara said. "Jamie's a good kid. Sirius has got loads of problems, but James is just a little boy who gets carried away sometimes."

-

Sirius lay on his bed, staring at the velvet hangings above him. Across the way, James lay on his bed, doing the same thing. Remus and Peter were in the library.

"Lily hates me now," James murmured. "She ignored me all through lunch and dinner."

Sirius didn't even get up. "Why?"

"She thinks I don't care that you've broken Savannah's heart."

Sirius closed his eyes. "I'm awful sorry, mate."

James didn't answer for several moments. Then he said, "Of course I care, Sirius. Of course I care."

Sirius nodded at the drapery. "I know. But it's not like we were you and Lily. It was never going to last forever. We weren't in love."

James heaved a very long sigh. "I know. But I suppose we aren't either."

Sirius sighed, too. "I really think I could love Audrey, James. I really think I could."

James almost laughed. "So why the hell did you go fuck a dirty, insecure tramp like Vana Linus?"

Sirius shook his head. "To try and get over it."

James frowned. "Why are you so afraid of love?"

Sirius shook his head again. "I don't know. Or I don't even know how to explain it. But Audrey could explain it." He sighed again. "It's all so fucking ironic."

James sighed again, too.

Sirius tried to laugh. "We sound absolutely pathetic, mate. Absolutely pathetically emo."

James let out a feeble laugh.

They lay in silence for a few more minutes. Then Sirius asked, "So what are you going to do about Lily?"

James didn't answer at first. Then he said, "What can I do, mate? I care that you broke Savannah's heart, but I mean…" he paused to think. "I mean, I care, certainly, but you're my best mate and I don't… I mean… there are some things I just let slide."

Sirius nodded. "I'm awful sorry, James."

There was a knock at the door. Neither of them made a move to get up. The knocking came again, more tentatively this time.

"Who is it?" James called tiredly.

"Lily," a muffled voice answered.

James sat up sharply, grabbed his wand from his bedside table, swept it toward the candleholders on the walls so that the room, which had been shrouded in darkness, was filled with soft light, strode to the door, and opened it.

"What's up?" he asked earnestly.

Instead of answering, Lily threw her arms around his neck and kissed him soundly on the lips.

James's eyes widened; he looked absolutely flabbergasted. Then he wrapped his arms around her and deepened the kiss.

Sirius, who had sat up, felt his body flooding with warmth. He grinned. "Get a room!"

James and Lily stepped back into the room. Lily gave Sirius a sharp look, but he could tell she was flooded with happiness, too.

"I'm fucking pissed at you, Sirius Black," she stated. "If I were you, I'd get out of this room before I curse your brains out."

Sirius grinned broadly at Lily. "Gladly."

He caught sight of a flicker of a smile on her face, but in the next instant it was gone, and she was still glaring.

He grinned still more broadly as he skipped from the room, turning once to catch James's eyes, which looked positively star-spangled.

Then Lily pointed her wand at the door, and it slammed shut behind him.

Well, Sirius thought, as he made his way down the stairs toward the common room, wondering how he would spend the rest of the night, at least it turned out well for those two.

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