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To love, or not to love

Chapter 5: Cold, cold Christmas – part 1

"Finally home!" Sirius said, making a gesture to the middle-sized bedroom, with a huge amount of quidditch-posters on the walls.

"You mean -finally back to James´ bedroom?" James asked sarcastic.

"Oh Prongs. Try not to be too happy, its getting annoying" Sirius answered even more sarcastic.

James and Sirius had just arrived to Potter Manor, where Sirius spend all his vacations (the alternative was the Black House, where nobody normal, would like to spend any time at all).

The two boys had been send up to James´ room, to unpack all their clothes and schoolbooks (well, the schoolbooks of cause stayed in the luggages, as Sirius said; We almost know the whole syllabus, so why make homework?).

Sirius took his luggage, opened it and turned it upside down.

"That would do" he said.

"A nice, and easy way to unpack stuff".

James just gave him a glare.

"Ouch Prongsie! If a glare could kill, I would lay down dead on the floor right now."

"Oh, shut up Padfoot!" James said irritated.

"I see, we are still being mad over the little mistake I made with the stupid fireworks?"

"Yeah, you've figured that out. But if you're so clever, how come that you've forgot such a simple thing, as buying some fireworks?"

Sirius made a face "well, there's a lot of things to think about when you are in your sixth year!"

"Things like staring at Liza Hopkins legs in her new miniskirt?"

"Yeah, things like that, its very distracting!" Sirius said, acting frustrated.

Suddenly a voice resonated from the staircase; "Boys! Dinner!"

Sirius rubbed his hands, and with a hungry expression, he almost ran out of the room.

James shook his head. Typical Sirius, when the subject 'food' was mentioned, he was in his right element.

Later at the evening, the two boys again sat in James´ room.

There was a embarrassing silence, cause James refused to say anything, while Sirius kept on coming up with lame jokes.

"Oh come on Prongs! Are you gonna be mad at me forever?" he moaned after a while.

"yup"

"Pleease, Prongsie! Don't be mad! I promise to be a good boy from now on"

James raised an eyebrow.

"Well, at least I'll try!"

James waited a second before answering.

"Well, that'll do".

Sirius made a realised sigh.

"Ore, maybe not. Promise that you'll NEVER forget anything that important again! And make my homework's in Herbology the next month! Hate that subject…"

Sirius glared.

"Okay then… but you know that I'll just copy Moony anyway, right?"

"Yeah, I know, but then I don't have the trouble doing that" James grinned.

"Well, now you're good again, we should really do something constructive! Maybe figure out what our next brilliant prank should be?" Sirius said with a big smile.

"Good idea! Lets do that. AFTER you've figured out how I'm gonna get Evans to forgive me!"

"Erh, that's a hard one you know! We really screw up with that firework message!"

"Not true! YOU screw it up!"

"Okay then, but anyway, she's REALLY pissed of now! She'll probably hate you into the next two millenniums!"

James made a annoyed face.

"Yeah, I noticed that when she run out of the Great Hall, Smarty!"

Sirius stocked out his tongue.

"Just send her a bunch of flowers? That works on movies" he said (A/N I know that movies are mugglemaid things, but I suppose that the magical world have something familiar. Why should they miss out of all the fun? )

James face cleared up.

"Good idea Padfoot! Who would have thought that YOU should come up with something clever like that?"

"I know! I'm brilliant!" Sirius said, not catching the sarcasm in the last line.

"So that's what we'll do! Send her flowers!" James said enthusiastic.

The next day the two boys went to a muggle- florist, to boy some flowers.

They entered the shop, and a bell ringed upon their heads.

"so… which ones to choose?" Sirius asked with a little voice.

Cause in the shop, a beautiful sight waited (or at least they would have thought that it was beautiful, if they were girls). The whole floor was covered in buckets of flowers in different colours, and on the walls there was even more on shelves.

"well, I hope that you know anything about flowers, cause I don't!" Sirius said.

"what about those?" James said, pointing at some white flowers standing in the corner.

Suddenly a voice sounded. "Can I help you?" said a middle-aged muggle-woman, who was wearing a dirty apron.

"I want those flowers" James said, pointing at the white flowers.

"Oh, good choice young man. Lilies is always a good thing to give"

James and Sirius looked at each other. Lilies! It seemed that fate had popped in…

Phew… another chappie´s done!

I know that it's a bit crappy, but I thought that it was a long time since my last update, so I just split the chapter up in two parts. Heh..

I'll try to get the next one up in short time

By the way, I'm looking for a beta reader for my stories. As you can tell, I'm not the best speller in the world… If anyone's interested, just drop me a message

Ann