Disclaimer: See Chapter One.

Chapter Five

Mon Chéri

"Lily! Lily Evans! LILY!"

Camille rushed into the girl's dormitory, looking very much like she had just walked through one of the school ghosts. Lily, who had left James sorting out the Quidditch tryouts saying she was tired, looked up in alarm as her best friend barrelled into the room, shouting her name.

"Whoa, Millie! Calm down, what happened?"

Camille looked at Lily as if she had just realised she was there, her blue eyes darkened somewhat and the rosy tint of her cheeks gone completely.

"Camille?" Lily stood up, only using her full name if something was wrong, and something definitely was wrong.

"I...he...me...Sirius...flutter...queasy..." Camille collapsed onto Lily's bed face first, burying her head in the pillows. Lily raised her eyebrows, and sat down beside her.

"Queasy? Mills, what's wrong?"

Camille shook her head, groaning into the scarlet cushions on Lily's bed. Lily chewed her lip, and stroked her friends head.

"Come on Millie, tell me what happened," she soothed, moving back as her friend pulled herself into a sitting position. Camille looked thoroughly distraught, all colour having drained from her face, and her hair hanging limply. She took a deep breath, and with pleading eyes, said, "He said I had pretty eyes...and I got butterflies".

Lily gaped at Camille, her emerald eyes widening considerably. Camille groaned, her head falling into her hands.

"Oh," was all Lily could manage.

"What on earth is wrong with me!?" Camille suddenly cried, her head snapping up, "This is Sirius! How could I fall for this?! Pour lui?! Je suis si stupide! Papillons! Pourquoi papillons?! Pourquoi moi?! Je suis un tel imbécile! Je suis -"

"Okay, speaking a language I don't understand sweetie," Lily placed her hand on Camille's shoulder, fighting a grin, "Now tell me what happened".

Camille's shoulders sagged, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. With a quiet, almost frightened voice, she told Lily what had happened after she and James left.

"...and then he said we should get to know each other, as if he was reading my bloody mind! Lily help me! I can't have...feelings...for Sirius...even if it is just...squirminess..." Camille trailed off, her head falling into her hands again. Lily shook her head, chewing her lip.

"Has something changed, I mean, you've never felt this way before," she asked. Camille shrugged.

"I've always known he was handsome...I just never really noticed he was...until this afternoon".

"Ahhh," Lily nodded, "I see what's happened. You took a good look at him, something you haven't done since..."

"Since second year," breathed Camille, "When I fancied him...oh dear lord! No, Lily, please no!"

Lily laughed, but quickly stopped, and wrapped an arm around her friend's shoulders.

"Stop worrying! Just because you're somewhat attracted to him doesn't mean you have to do anything," Lily tucked a strand of Camille's hair behind her ear, "It'll pass, trust me".

Camille's face adopted a hopeful expression, and she smiled weakly, "Really?"

Lily nodded, "Really. Every girl had felt an attraction to Sirius, heck, even I have. But I got over it, most do. Sirius is quite choosy when it comes to girls, so not a lot of them get to act upon their feelings".

Camille nodded, but looked unconvinced, "But I told him I'd hang out with him...what if he's...I dunno...chosen me? What am I supposed to do then?"

Lily smiled sympathetically, "Refuse his advances, it's actually quite easy...I would know, I've had six years practice with Potter".

Camille gave a watery chuckle, "It's not that he's a bad person...he just treats girls bad. I don't want to be another notch on Sirius Black's bedpost".

"Good!" said Lily proudly, "You're worth more than that, just like I don't want to be another notch on Potter's broomstick".

Camille smiled, but shook her head, "I'm afraid that broomstick has had your name on it for years, you know you're the only one for him".

Lily rolled her eyes, and smiled a little, "If I believed that, I wouldn't have rejected him".

"He's a good bloke Lily, a little childish, but he has a good heart. He likes you, heck, the boy loves you...you should believe it".

Lily watched Camille for a moment with a strange expression, then shook her head.

"Let's not talk about boys, alright. How about we have a sleepover tonight? Get the girls together, nick some food from the kitchens, raid Theresa's chocolate stash. Sound fun?"

"Very," Camille grinned, running a hand through her hair, "You're right. Nothing has to happen, it'll pass".

Lily nodded with assurance, a small smirk playing about her features when Camille turned to put away her cloak and scarf.

~*~

Death Eater Attack in Yorkshire Leaves Twelve Dead and Four Missing

Minister for Magic Millicent Bagnold confirmed this morning that the attack by He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Names in Yorkshire last night has left nine muggles and three wizards dead, with four confirmed to be missing. The attack happened at around eleven thirty last night, after alarms were raised near the village church. Aurors arrived immediately on the scene, to what was described as 'utter chaos'. The names of the dead and missing have not yet been released; however Minister Bagnold has confirmed that an entire family of witches and wizards has gone missing. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named...

Camille chewed her lip, and leant away from Lily's copy of the Sunday Prophet, her heart racing. There hadn't been an attack for quite some time, over a month, to be exact, however she and the rest of the magical world had known it would only be a matter of time. Lord Voldemort was become more aggressive in his quest to 'purify' the wizarding world, and it seemed the end was nowhere near in sight.

"It's awful," Lily whispered, her face paling, "Do you think it'll ever end?"

Camille glanced up to the teachers table, not surprised to see Professor Dumbledore and several other teachers in deep conversation, copies of the Prophet held in their hands. The Headmaster looked tired and weary, his eyes dull and his wrinkles more prominent.

"Someday, we just have to hope soon, I guess".

"Look at the Slytherins, smiling away, oh how I'd love to shove my wand –"

"Mary," Lily said in a warning tone, "Don't let them get to you, it's what they want".

Mary cracked her knuckles threateningly, and looked away, mumbling something that sounded like a rather detailed threat of what she'd do if she got her hands on Slytherin seventh year Jessica Harker. Camille chuckled weakly, and glanced down the table, where James and Sirius were making rather crude hand gestures towards the Slytherin table. She sighed, and turned back to her breakfast.

"Oh my!" cried Isla, causing Camille's head to snap up. She followed her friends gaze, and shrieked with laughter. Snape and his fellow Slytherin seventh years, along with several students that looked to be from the year below had jumped to their feet, crying out in shock. Their hair began to grow at an alarming rate, joined quickly by thick eyebrows, flowing, full beards, moustaches and ear hair to boot. Camille began to weep with laughter when she spotted Rabastan waving his hands around frantically, his dark hair now well past his waist. The Great Hall rang with laughter, the loudest from four boys halfway down the Gryffindor table.

"POTTER! BLACK! LUPIN AND PETTIGREW! MY OFFICE! NOW!"

Camille and the girls turned to see Professor McGonagall marching from the teachers table, past the girls and towards the Marauders, who doubled over and crying with laughter.

"Aww, come on Minerva, it's just a harmless hair growth potion, no damage done," pouted Sirius, tears of laughter rolling down his cheek.

"Yeah Minnie," grinned James, "Frankly, I think Snivellus looks loads better with a full head of that greasy – "

"Enough!" hissed McGonagall, "Get to my office before I dp something I will regret!"

"But you'd regret it, wouldn't you Minerva," Sirius winked cheekily. Professor McGonagall looked ready to explode.

"Move," she hissed.

The Marauders stood up, still guffawing loudly, and filed out of the Great Hall, a tight lipped Professor McGonagall following them stiffly. Camille glanced at Lily, who until then, had fought desperately not to laugh. The shared one look, then fell into bouts of giggles, their laughter doubling when Wilhelmina Logue tripped over her platinum blonde beard and fell into a livid looking Regulus Black. Professor Dumbledore fired several loud bangs from his wand, calming the students, though Camille was happy to his mouth twitching as Professor Slughorn rounded up his affected students and ushered them out of the hall.

"You know, even though that was utterly childish, I have to admit, those four are growing on me," giggled Lily, picking up her goblet and chinking it against Camille's, all worries of the recent attack pushed to the backs of their minds.

~*~

Mid-week, and Camille found herself once again stuck in the library, poring over various text books, her hand aching from the amount she had written. And yet, she was still nowhere near finished. Cursing the man or woman who had ever created homework, she barely noticed a boy slowly walking up to her, hands jammed in his pockets and eyes casually surveying her.

"Burning the midnight oil?"

Camille jumped, and looked up to see Sirius Black smiling down at her. She exhaled loudly, and nodded.

"I'm sure Slughorn gave us extra for that little stunt you and your minions pulled," she said bitterly. Sirius chuckled, and took a seat next to Camille, leaning over and studying her essay.

"It's six scoops of beetle eyes and then stir counter clockwise," he pointed to her mistake, "Stirring it clockwise will make it explode".

Camille quirked and eyebrow, "And you would know that how?"

Sirius chuckled, "We told Peter that once. It was funny".

"You trick your own? Are any of us safe?" joked Camille, correcting her mistake.

Sirius shrugged, "Depends how nice you are to us," he winked as she looked up, and ignoring the pleasurable squirm in her stomach, Camille rolled her eyes.

"Did you want something?"

Sirius leant back in his chair, tilting it back on two legs, "You said we could hang out, and we haven't yet, I was wondering why?"

Camille chewed her lip again, and turned her attention back to her essay, "I've been busy. Homework, prefect duties and such..." she trailed off, feeling quite uneasy.

"Oh, well, let's do something now," Sirius grinned, "Talk, or something".

Camille frowned. Talk? Sirius wanted to talk?

Deciding she was thoroughly sick of potions, Camille set down her quill and turned to Sirius, hoping she could keep any blushing to bare minimum.

"Okay, what do you want to talk about?"

Sirius watched her for a moment, then smiled a rather charming smile.

"Let's start with you, tell me everything there is to know about Camille Bellegarde".

Camille quirked an eyebrow, but decided to humour him.

"Well, there isn't much really...I was born in France, moved to Lulworth when I was two...that's when I met Remus –"

"Remus? Remus Lupin?" frowned Sirius.

"How many other Remus' do you know?" Camille smirked. Sirius chuckled.

"Fair point, I just didn't know you'd known him that long".

Camille nodded, "Yep, best friends. But he moved when he was six, we still kept in touch though. He was my first friend at Hogwarts, obviously, until I met Lils and the girls, and he met you lot".

"Sorry for stealing him," Sirius pouted, making Camille's breath quicken.

"It's...uhh...fine, yeah. Well anyway...my dad's French, but my mum was born in London, she wanted us to go to Hogwarts, said it was the best magical school there was".

"I agree with your mum," grinned Sirius, "Do you visit France often?"

Camille nodded, "Normally in the summer we go and visit my grandparents, that's always fun, unless Rodolphus and Rabastan are there," she added bitterly, not missing the face Sirius pulled at the mention of her dear cousin's names, "What about you, I'm afraid I don't know much about you either".

Sirius' eyes seemed to darken a little, but he smiled nonetheless.

"Nothing much to me. I'm a Marauder, trouble maker, scally wag, call me what you will. I'm more interested in you, if I'm honest," Sirius winked at Camille, and she felt her cheeks warm considerably.

"Oh...I'm...I'm not that interesting".

Sirius shook his head, "Course you are. You speak French, don't you? Say something, I've never heard anyone speak French before," he batted his eyelids a little, and Camille giggled.

"Vous êtes certainement beaux, Sirius. Si seulement vous saviez," she said a little breathily.

Sirius' eyes seemed to glaze over a little. A silly grin played about his features, and he moved closer to her.

"My my, I think I'm going to like hearing you speak like that".

Camille's heart began to race. He was close, very, very close. Her breath hitched in her throat, and she quickly jumped back. She thought she saw Sirius frown for a moment, but when she looked again, he was merely smiling.

"What did you say?" he asked.

It was Camille's turn to smile. Of course, she wasn't going to tell him what she had said. She adopted her most innocent look, and said, "That's for me to know, and you to spend many sleepless nights wondering about".

Sirius blinked, then smiled devilishly, "So it's like that, is it? Well then, keep your secrets Miss Bellegarde," he winked, "But you do look very sexy talking like that, I hope it won't be the last I hear".

Camille was very aware she was most likely as red as a tomato right now, but she didn't care. She and Sirius were flirting without abandon, and Camille was thoroughly enjoying it.

"We'll see," she said, a mysterious smile forming, "Depends on what I get in return".

Sirius made a low, growling noise in his chest, and licked his lips unconsciously, "Whatever over you want, mon chéri," Sirius winked again, and stood up. Camille watched him leave, her breath shallow and uneven.

"Oh please, please let him not have listened to a word I just said!"

~*~

Camille was confused. Confused, dazed, annoyed, flattered, happy, sad, angry...almost every emotion imaginable, all at once. Clearly Sirius wanted something from her, she wasn't stupid, what she was confused about was why now? Why, in their last year, had Sirius Black taken a sudden interest in her? She looked no different from last year, she hadn't gone out of her way to talk to him, or get to know him. It seemed that one minute, she and Sirius were almost strangers to each other, the next, they sitting in the library flirting and talking about her.

What was even more confusing was that Camille had enjoyed it.

Sirius Black had a reputation, a well known one at that. He was renowned for his ability to woo a girl, go out with her and end things with her in the space of three weeks. And yet, he still had his admirers, though they had dwindled in recent years, but he still had them nonetheless. It had all started back in his second year, when the Marauders had suddenly gone from four friends to four inseparable brothers. Camille wasn't sure what had happened to make them like this, and had never pried, but at around this time, their popularity seemed to double, as did their attention from the girls.

At first it was harmless, no twelve or thirteen year old wants a meaningful relationship, so nothing was thought of it. But as time passed, Sirius became harsher in his break-ups; he would cheat on girlfriends, make up excuses to dump them then be seen with a new girl the next week. He broke many hearts, especially as he got older, and yet, the witches still came flocking.

Luckily, Camille's crush on Sirius happened before all of this, and so she was one of the only girls not affected or sucked in to the charm of Sirius Black. She didn't have a problem with what he did, apart from the times he did it to Mary, Isla and Theresa, but they didn't seem all that bothered anyway. She'd never really given Sirius Black a second thought, but if she was ever asked 'would you go out with him?' her answer was a resolute no. The reason? Sirius was a male whore.

So why now had her opinion changed. Why now, only two weeks into term, did she find herself blushing when he smiled at her, or clumsily drop something when he spoke. Why did she feel queasy when he laughed at something or want to run when he walked towards her? What had changed? That was what Camille was confused about, and why had Sirius chosen her.

She hadn't seen him flirting much since they got back, which was very strange. Usually the lack of girls he experienced during the holidays made him quite eager to spread his charm within the first couple of weeks, but so far, Camille had seen him wink, flirt, smile and use his charm on only one girl; her.

It was too much to think about all at one time, and Camille was beginning to get a headache. Brushing it off, and chastising herself for reading too much into the situation, Camille vowed to strengthen her resolve, and fight off the charms of Sirius Black.

But that was easier said, than done.

Camille always enjoyed going to watch the Gryffindor Quidditch team's tryouts. She was a fan of Quidditch, not a diehard fan like Theresa, but she enjoyed the game. She usually went with Remus, Peter, Theresa and Mary, who went to cheer Sirius and James on; however this year, Camille found herself being joined by Lily Evans and Isla Hudson as well.

"Tell me again why you're coming?" Camille asked as she wrapped a scarf around her neck. The weather had turned cold again, and rather windy.

Lily shrugged, pulling a hat over her head, "I'm Head Girl, it's my duty to oversee any school activities".

Camille exchanged a knowing look with Isla; there was another reason Lily was going, and she was sure it had something with a certain chaser/captain on the team.

"Alright then, Isla?" Camille glanced at the blonde, who blushed a little.

"Don't want to be left out," she mumbled, picking up her gloves and pulling them on. Camille looked between her two friends, and smiled. They were such terrible liars.

"Well we'd better get going, don't want to miss the action," Camille winked at the two, then left the dormitory. At the bottom of the stairs, Remus was waiting for her, wrapped up against the cold. He looked terribly ill, his face was pale and he looked awfully tired.

"Are you sure you don't just want to get some rest?" Camille said worriedly. Remus shook his head, and smiled.

"I'm fine; just have a bit of a cold. Peter and the girls have already gone down; I thought I'd wait here for you".

"Meaning you want to talk to me," Camille grinned and started for the portrait hall, Lily and Isla talking in hushed whispers behind her.

Remus chuckled, "You know me too well. But can you guess what about?"

Camille rolled her eyes, "A certain grey eyed boy with a tendency to be a little...too attracted to the opposite sex?"

Remus laughed, and pushed open the portrait of the fat lady for Camille, "You're certainly perceptive today. So, what's going on between you two? Sirius hasn't shut up about you, it's 'Camille this', and 'Camille that', and 'oh, Camille spoke French to me today, she was so se – mph".

Camille pressed her hand against Remus' mouth, flushing furiously.

"Finish that sentence and you'll never see the light of day again".

Remus chuckled, and gently pushed her arm away, "Alright, alright, just tell me what's going on. I didn't think you were much of a fan of ol' Sirius".

"Neither did I," Camille mumbled, causing Remus to quirk an eyebrow, "We've just been hanging out a bit lately, that's all".

"Every night since Wednesday," Remus smirked as Camille shot him an angry look, "Hey, we're not pranking anyone at the moment, what else am I supposed to do with my time?"

Camille glared at her friend, and shook her head, "Nothing's going on, we're just friends".

"Friends who flirt, blush and grin lovingly at each other," teased Remus. Camille huffed; well aware she was blushing, and shook her head.

"Think what you want Lupin, we're friends, nothing more".

Remus held his hands up in his defence, and grinned, "Sorry, I seem to have touched a raw nerve".

Camille rolled her eyes and pushed open a hidden door she knew to be a shortcut, "So...what's he been saying about me?"

"I knew it!" Remus cried triumphantly.

"Oh shut up," Camille snipped, with a hint of a smile, "Just tell me".

Remus grinned, "Just the usual. That he never knew how beautiful you were, that you're really fun to be around, you make him laugh, and 'oh, those eyes'," he trailed off, chuckling. Camille continued to scowl as they exited the castle and made their way to the Quidditch pitch. She glanced being her, Lily and Isla still whispering, and smirked.

"You know who has even prettier eyes?"

"Who?" asked Remus distractedly. He was looking to the sky.

"Isla".

Remus stopped, his face paling a little and his eyes widening. Camille turned, and gave him a pointed look, before laughing loudly, and linking his arm.

~*~

"...Gibbs! Only the beaters use bats!"

James seemed to be at his wits end with his team. In fact, Sirius was sure in a moment, he'd be pulling out hair. The handsome boy chuckled, and sped over to his teammate.

"Need some help, Prongs?"

"Get them off my field before I murder them," hissed James, "Anyone trying out for seeker come on up, chasers, take a break".

Those trying out for the available chasing position grumbled a little, but descended to the ground. The three Gryffindors out for seeker this year rose, and sped towards James.

Down in the stands, Camille, Lily and the others watched the tryouts, occasionally pointing out their favourites or commenting on a particular move they found impressive.

"The turn out isn't too bad this year," Peter commented, "Last year only two people showed up".

"I think it's because James is captain," Isla mused, fiddling with her gloves, "Look at his fan club over there".

"Where!"

The entire group turned to look at Lily, eyeing her strangely. The red head merely shrugged, and turned away, and Camille was sure it was to hide a blush. Odd.

Camille turned back to the game and searched the skies for Sirius. He was hovering near one of the goal posts, waiting for James to release a bludger. He looked rather marvellous on his broom, his face set in concentration, his shaggy hair blowing ever so slightly in the light breeze. Camille's cheeks tinged pink, and she quickly turned away.

"I don't think he saw you staring at him," whispered Remus with a sly grin. Camille shot him a glare, and continued watching the three seekers trying out as they scanned the pitch for any sign of the little golden ball.

Back in the air, Sirius spotted Camille watching the seekers. Grinning to himself, he pulled into a dive, heading straight for them.

"What on earth is Sirius doing!" cried Mary, her eyes widening. Camille turned to see the laughing boy bombing towards them, his face alight with mischief. The girls screamed, and ducked as he sped over their heads, turning sharply and then hovering just above them.

"Padfoot you idiot," Remus snapped, helping a flustered looking Isla up, "Stop showing off".

"Can't help it," Sirius called, staring unabashedly at Camille, "Gotta make myself look good," he winked at Camille, who flushed red, much to her annoyance. Shooting her a cheeky grin, Sirius sped back off into the game, leaving the entire group staring in amusement at Camille.

"What," she said, fighting a grin, "If he wants to make himself look good, he can".

A/N: And there is chapter five! I hope you like it :)

Now, I'm not French, and my knowledge of the language is based on memory of high school lessons, so I'm afraid an online translation was used. I do hope I didn't butcher such a romantic language too much. Basically, all that was said by Camille was her annoyance of feeling 'butterflies' for Sirius. The other part, well...that may crop up later in the story :)

Anyway, as I said, I do hope you enjoy the chapter, and the story as a whole. I've put alot into it, so it makes me feel wonderful when I get feedback, and my dear readers seem to be enjoying it thoroughly, which makes me feel even greater! I know one of two of you said it was extremely mean of Sirius, what he's doing, and I must say, I wholly agree, however, what goes around comes around, so watch out Black! XD! As for whether he'll end up liking her for real...well, if I told you that then there would be no point in reading, would there? :)

Of course, a massive thanks to all those who read and reviewed the last chapter, I'm so glad you're all enjoying it, and I haven't had any complaints about spelling or grammar (two of my weaker points), so I'm over the moon!

The next chapter will be up soon, so keep reading, reviewing, and I look forward to posting again soon!

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