A/N: thanks to everyone who reviewed, although a few more would have been nice... I hope this chapter will give you a better Idea of what the fic is about, really.
Nearly a week after I got back home, I went to see Remus. I was bored, and I missed everyone from school, but mostly him, and someone I never would have expected – Mr. Sirius Black. Shocking, eh? So anyways, Remus and I went to Diagon Alley, where we ate lunch and walked around for a while. He was leaving with his family for France the following week, and I needed his advice… NOW.
"So, how are the guys doing?" I asked, innocently.
He seemed to get it immediately. Maybe it was the fact that I was blushing. Maybe it was just that Remus can read my mind at this point. "Oh, the usual. James got himself a girlfriend, and Sirius got himself ten or so. Although, apparently Sirius is really upset with his parents. They're making him go to this big Black Family Reunion later this month. And I don't know… Sirius doesn't like his family at all… But I guess you knew that."
"Oh, poor Sirius," I replied, feeling a pang of hurt for the poor guy. "You know, I wouldn't mind seeing him." I paused again, as Remus looked at me as if I was insane. "I think… I think I might like him."
"Really? Sirius?" Remus sounded shocked, I thought, and I smiled at him, as we kept walking down the endless cobblestone street.
"Yeah," I answered. "Merlin. I like Sirius Black. I'm screwed, aren't I?" I knew a hell of a lot about Sirius Black. I couldn't count the times I'd found him in a broom closet with a different girl, or the times the first years had sat up 'till midnight in the common room, talking about which one of them he was going to fall madly in love with. And he was a prankster. He was friends with James Potter. He was the type of boy I never would have expected to like in the least. But then, he did have a nice body, a nice face… great hair. He was aesthetically pleasing.
Remus just laughed. "Well, you know what? I'll drop a couple hints to him that you like him, and you should come to this party at Potter's on Saturday. It'll start about seven. Oh, and his parents will be there, so just tell your parents that if they ask. Oh, yeah. And just flirt with Sirius a little, and he'll probably ask you out. Oh, and wear something hot, and I'll try and keep James from drooling too much."
"I don't think that's possible," I retorted, laughing at his last remark. "But I'll see you there. Potter still lives in the same place, I assume," I continued, watching Remus nod. I had been there once before, on a garden tour. I hadn't expected it to be James Potter to greet me at the door and lead me through his mansion of a house, where his mirror told me I needed to lose a few kilograms. He was quick to tell the mirror to shut the hell up (only he used coarser language to do so) and leave me in the garden with the rest of the group. I suppose his parents didn't see him fly out his bedroom window on a broomstick half an hour later, when most of the backs were turned.
I was disappointed, but I had to leave – I had to get fitted for this awful taffeta dress that my dear sister was requiring me to wear at the wedding of the century. I knew it was costing both my parents and her fiancé, Vernon, a fortune. I hugged Remus goodbye, and disapparated. Within moments, I was back in my bedroom, where a copy of Cosmo laid open on my bed. What on earth was I going to wear to this party?
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Okay, I don't get upset easily, right? And when I do, I don't really show it. But Remus came back from his rendez-vous with Evans. I was interested, sure, but Remus wouldn't really talk about it. Until I asked if they were going out. And then he got all pissed off at me and told me that Evans liked Sirius (in his super calm, why-on-earth-do-I-do-this voice) and that she was coming to my party on Saturday.
Sirius, of course, didn't believe Remus when he told him this. Lily Evans is the image of perfection – she doesn't go out with guys like us. But then, maybe she's craving danger. What I don't understand is why she went for Sirius – he's the worst of all of us. I would have thought that she would have gone out with Remus, only because they're always hanging out, and I don't know. I just would have thought that she would have gone out with him. I mean, I know she hates me, but at school, she's always telling off Sirius. And he's always disrespecting her. So I don't see why she would want to go out with him now.
So anyways, I was sort of mad. Evans preferred Sirius over me. That was when I decided I needed to find someone else to replace her. After all, when had Evans given me the slightest invitation to go after her? Well, loads of times, really, when she smiled at me at the hall, or when I surprised her by doing something nice and she would get all, 'Oh my God, you're not who I thought you were' on me. Without actually giving me anything tangible.
So, I was an idiot. (Hasn't changed much since then, let me tell you.)
So I was gonna change that. I was gonna go out tonight, find a hot girl, flirt with her like crazy, dance with her, whatever. And I was going to invite her to the party that Saturday. And piss Evans off. Or keep my mind off of her. Whatever.
Before the night of the party, I was going a little crazy. I wanted to know what would happen. I wanted Sirius to stop looking in the mirror, smiling, and giving himself the thumps up.
I don't think I even really believed Remus until Lily showed up, wearing a jean skirt and this low-cut black tank top. She was impossible to ignore, given the way she was flirting with Sirius. I could have sworn I saw them kissing in the corner later on, despite the half-lit atmosphere of my basement.
It wasn't until a little later that Annette arrived. She came up behind me, breathing a hello into my ear. She was tall – model tall, with this thick, wavy blonde hair that came halfway down her back. Right now, she had pulled it up into a loose bun, I noticed, as she let go of me, and I offered her a butterbeer. She accepted, smiling at me, licking her lips… We got to talking… I wasn't interested in anything she had to say, really. More in what she was (or rather, wasn't) wearing.
We danced for a while, eliminating the need to discuss anything for a while. She was a good dancer, and a great kisser. And I was forgetting about Evans and Sirius and all my other problems. No wonder Sirius never worried about anything. I could have the time of my life screwing girls I'd never care about. And I would never really worry about being rejected because these girls didn't matter to me. It was all perfect.
Finally, we left the dance floor, to get another drink. This time, I took a firewhiskey, as did she. And then she asked, "James, can I see your room? I mean, you've seen mine, so it's only fair…"
"Sure," I responded, letting my hand slip from her waist to her hip, letting her know just what she would be getting herself into if she was going up to my room.
She took my hand, and we left the basement without anyone noticing. And we went up to my room. I was certain I had that stupid grin on my face that Evans used to hate so much. But Annette, apparently, liked it. Because the moment the door was shut behind us, she was all over me. I had her pressed up against the wall, like I had done with so many other girls in broom closets, glad my tongue was as flexible as it was. And then she pulled away for long enough to nudge me towards the bed in the center of the room (the one against the wall belonged to Sirius). I went willingly, as her fingers attacked the buttons on my shirt, and I left a few marks on her neck.
Having gotten my shirt off, the girl pretty much attacked me. I figured she had to be either really drunk, really eager to get into my pants, or I had really nice abs (which I do, by the way).
After a few minutes, I heard a very familiar voice outside the room, but I ignored it, instead continuing to feel up this girl. I couldn't even think of her name at the time.
"Sirius, are you sure this is okay?"
"Yeah, it's fine," he replied, as the door opened. And the lights went on, and I saw Lily Evans and Sirius Black in the doorway. Lily, for one, looked furious, and Sirius looked almost proud. I was more worried about Lily at the moment.
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