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I don't think I've ever been angrier at James Potter, and that says a lot. Here I am, with Sirius Black. And it wasn't like I was actually going to do anything with Sirius. But then, I walk into a room, and I see James Potter having sex with some blonde bitch. I felt my face heat up, saw him stop kissing her, and sit up. She had her hands all over his chest, looked like she was trying to get his pants off as well. Finally, he coaxed her hands off him for a moment, and met my eyes. He didn't look sorry in the least.
That was when I reached for the closest thing in reach – turned out later it was some sort of quidditch trophy. I was going to kill her – whoever she was. However, there's a reason I'm not on the quidditch team. I threw the trophy, and you could hear the impact clearly when it collided with James' head. He was knocked backwards, blood spilling from his nose onto the sheets. I didn't feel bad until he didn't get up.
The blonde girl shrugged, and left, saying to Sirius. "Have him call me. Or, if you want, you can call me." She winked at him, and I wanted to kill her even more than I had before.
She left, shutting the door behind her, and I approached the spot where James was passed out, the blood still running down his chest. I felt bad, though – I had broken his trophy in two. Well, if his head was really that hard, he would be okay, I figured. I was still angry at him, and at that girl. I was mad that he would lower his standards like that. And I was mad that he hadn't bugged me all night to dance with him. Hell, he hadn't even asked me.
I felt a hand on my shoulder, turning me back towards Sirius. "He'll be okay," he said, pulling me into his arms and kissing me forcefully. I heard a soft moan escape my mouth before doing a tongue trick I had learned just that year. It was one of those things that could make any boy go insane. It certainly worked with Sirius, because in a matter of seconds, it felt like, I was being pressed up against the wall, my legs wrapping around his waist as he kissed me. And kissed me. And kissed me.
And felt me up.
That was about when I started feeling like an idiot. I didn't even really know Sirius, and here he was – feeling me up in his bedroom. I found my way back onto the ground and pushed him away. "I like you, Sirius… but not that much. Besides, how do I know I can trust you until I get to know you?" It was sort of sneaky, but he accepted it.
"You wanna go out on Tuesday?" he asked, staring coolly down at me.
I had hoped he would ask – partly because he was hot, partly because I wanted to get back at James for sleeping with that girl without compromising my own morals. I'd just get as close as I possibly could without actually… doing it. I had to think about what I was doing here, in a bedroom with Sirius Black. Lily Evans wasn't supposed to do things like this. This was the sort of thing girls without morals did. Sirius Black was dangerous – he could convince any girl to sleep with him. Any girl. Maybe that was why he was so attractive to me.
"Sure. Send an owl with the details." So I walked downstairs and out of the house, disapparating home. I was a complete idiot – letting Sirius Black get that close to me. Hell, he probably thought I was easy or something. And what would James think? What did James think? Why hadn't he even asked me to dance that night? Why didn't he just come up to me and start dancing like he always did?
More importantly, why did he go for that blonde? James had always gone for the intelligent girls, the girls he would actually have a meaningful relationship with. What had changed to make him want to screw that slut?
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When I woke up the next morning, I had a horrible headache, broken glass in my bed, and dried blood on my chest. And I didn't know why.
After a long shower and finding the shattered pieces of an old Quidditch trophy on my floor, and fixing it before I got glass in my feet, I went to find Sirius. He was in the basement, magically cleaning up the mess left over from the party.
"Hey, Sirius," I said, cleaning a stain off the ceiling, wondering idly how it had gotten there.
"Hey… Where'd you find that girl? And how'd you get her into bed with you?"
"Wait, what girl?" I freaked out for a second or so – I didn't remember doing anything with any girl the previous night. But then again, that might explain the broken glass… No, because Evans had thrown something at my head. That explained a lot.
"The girl who was in your bed!" Sirius was clearly annoyed at me for forgetting this girl, whoever she was.
"Was she pretty?" I asked, sort of curious. It was weird, though. I always remember the girls I sleep with. I don't know why I didn't really remember this one. I remembered kissing someone, but I couldn't quite recall what on earth her name was.
"Yeah, she was totally hot. Not your type, though. She didn't look intelligent enough for you."
"Uhuh," I said, still trying to figure out the girl's name. "She was the one with the long, blonde hair?"
"Yeah," Sirius replied, repairing a broken vase that someone had obviously knocked over the previous night.
"Annette." That had been her name. Not that I cared about her name all that much. "I don't get it, though. Why did Evans get so upset with me for making out with her, if Evans hates me, and if she's sleeping with guys like you? I mean, that pretty much makes her a slut."
Sirius shrugged. "Maybe she just likes being the center of attention. And I mean, I sleep around, but I guess I'd be mad if someone I liked was sleeping around."
"But that's my point. Evans doesn't like me. She's going out with you."
Remus walked in. "Yeah, because Sirius can sleep with a girl without getting knocked out."
They cracked up, and I left to make sure everything upstairs was the way my parents had left it. I didn't intend on letting them find out about this party.
Making myself a cup of coffee and some toast, I felt my brain starting to return to normal. I hated Lily Evans right now. Why did she make it her duty to make my life miserable? Hell, she wouldn't even let me sleep with someone else in order to distract myself from her. And then what does she do? She goes and screws Sirius. And throws stuff at my head when I start doing what she's been telling me to do for years. Well, Evans, I hope you're happy, because I finally got the fuck away from you.
A/N: Hope you liked that chapter. I think I'm beginning to get a sense of the differences between Lily and James… Let me know what you all think. I still think I need to differentiate more between their writing/thinking styles… Any ideas? Please review.