Sirius crept quietly around the desks to get a better look at the new girl, Macy. She was positively angelic, but definitely only in looks. As he was staring, she pointed her wand at Professor Spindlier and causally flicked it, causing her to rise up into the air and start singing loudly about 'Uncanny Annie' who, it turns out, was a rather peculiar witch from North Ronaldsay, a small island off the coast of Scotland. 'Uncanny Annie' had a very beautiful sister and she spent her life trying to invent a spell to make her gorgeous sibling less so. And finally after 47 years she conquered her quest, but unfortunately she accidentally killed herself the next day so had hardly anytime revel in her glory. By the end, Sirius was laughing so hard that he slipped out from his hiding place and found himself rolling on the floor. Fortunately, he was not the one doing this, so it went unnoticed by Macy, who was not laughing but simply wearing a self-satisfied smirk. When the bell rang a few minutes later, Sirius let her go ahead so that he could think up a plan of action. He hurried to catch up with Remus, James, and Peter to see what they thought he should do.

"Bloody hell mate, if you can't get a girl, its hard luck for the rest of us. You've had about half of them already, though, so I could see how it might be getting a bit harder!" James always was good at giving out at advice, Sirius thought dryly. Remus was far better.

"Easy; just go up and introduce yourself. What's the worst she can do… turn you down?"

"Crap, she could turn me down! What's that like?" He turned towards Peter with an inquisitive look.

"I've had a girlfriend," the poor boy said indignantly

"Sorry Peter, mate, but imaginary ones don't count" Sirius said with a snort

"So any way, I'm going to do it now. Wish me luck. Merlin, if only I had some Felix," he added as an after thought, "Maybe I can sneak down to the potions storeroom and nick some!"

"NO!" said Remus and Peter.

"Hell yeah!" exclaimed James

"Just go."

He hung back behind the rest of the group then fell into step with Macy, who was on her own looking quite miserable.

"Hey, Macy is it?" He pretended not to know that much about her, as he did not want to seem desperate. Not that he was; he could get any girl in Hogwarts, but somehow it seemed like there was something different about this one…

"Yes, who are you?" she looked down her nose at him, which did not improve his spirits at all.

"I'm erm… I'm Sirius Black," he stuttered. A funny look flashed momentarily over her face, so he asked, "Sorry, do you know me or something?"

"Yeah, I've heard of you," she glanced around at the crowd, which had started to gather around, and was mainly made up of Sirius' ex-girlfriends. "Your that boy who lost his virginity in the second year aren't you?" A playful yet malicious smirk threatened to creep across her beautiful face.

"Well, I'd prefer to be known for my other triumphs, but yeah I suppose that was me," Sirius admitted, not quite sure if he liked where this was going.

"Wasn't it in the astronomy tower with that slutty seventh year?" she asked evenly. A pretty girl ran from the crowd with her face in her hands, she was the 'slutty seventh year!' Macy didn't even look round.

"So what if I did? What, are you jealous?"

"If you think I'm jealous then you're more bloody deluded then I thought, and that's saying something!" she scoffed. A couple of people laughed but instantly stopped as Sirius reeled around to glare at them. They scattered, as he was also known for his extremely bad temper and used his fist and wand before thinking. He breathed heavily trying to calm down, and then turned back around to face Macy with a cheeky grin. He had spotted something to use to his advantage.

"Accio Condom!" a small square package zoomed out of her breast pocket.

"Not mastered the contraceptive charm yet, eh?" he mocked. For the first time Macy blushed, and tried to snatched it back.

"Give it to me!"

"Now why would I do that? So tell me, with whom were you planning to use this? Someone you already know or maybe someone you're planning to get to know?" he threw her a sexy smile and raised his eyebrows suggestively; her only retort was a withering look.

"Oh Sweetie, let's not fall out. Not with the poor astronomy tower waiting. It has come to expect me there every Saturday!" Now when his audience laughed he turned around and bowed. When he turned back to her, there was a slight smile on her lips. She leaned in until her mouth was nearly touching his ear.

"Alright then, see you there. Saturday night. Eleven o' clock," she whispered.

"WH…what… See you… Saturday night…" Sirius spluttered.

"Yes, Saturday night at eleven. Don't be late, as I'm a very busy girl," with that she turned away, looking as though she had merely agreed to meet up for lunch, not to have sex with him.

By the time Saturday had come around, he was a bag of nerves and had tried to calm them by sleeping with many good-looking girls, his cure for everything. For the first time ever, his cure hadn't worked. Ten-thirty came and Sirius stood up from his spot on the Common Room couch, hitting a first year around the head absently. His eyes were wide with terror as he turned to his friends.

"Flaming hell, I can't do it, I really can't do it. Please don't make me James and this is your entire bloody fault Remus you told me to talk to her -"

"I didn't tell you to pinch a condom from her pocket and show it to everyone in the vicinity," Remus said calmly, not looking up from his book. Remus Lupin had retained his innocence. It wasn't as if he didn't have the chance, he just did not feel ready. Also, he had begun to think strange thoughts, thoughts that unnerved him. Most of these thoughts contained a certain friend of his who was more sexually active than a bunny in heat. Lupin looked up at his friend, a pinching feeling engulfed his chest, and his stomach felt hollow, painful and exhausting. He wanted to get his mind off it right now. He looked quickly around at a fifth year girl who had been staring at him; Remus stood up and swaggered over to her,

"Hi, I'm Remus, erm, Remus Lupin. What's your name?"

"My names Sahara, can I help you?" she asked, looking up at him through her lashes.

"I was just wondering what you're doing tomorrow night maybe we could go for a walk or something you know get to know each other and stuff….but if you don't want to, erm fine yeah, I'll just go. Sorry to waste your time. Bye!" he finished quickly, hardly bothering to separate the words and went to dash back to his dormitory, but a soft warm hand grabbed his wrist and pulled him back so they were inches away.

"I'd love to Remus. I'll meet you here at eight o'clock, okay?" she breathed seductively, and then she turned away and rejoined her friends without a second glance. Slightly dazed, he staggered back to his chair where all his friends stared at him, positively gob-smacked. He had only had one girlfriend before, and Sirius had pushed them together. This was certainly an improvement. After watching several minutes of silent staring between Remus and Sahara, Sirius turned around and walked towards the portrait hole.

"Where you going?" James demanded. Sirius kept going and said just one short word.

"Macy."

The walk to the tower seemed longer than it had ever been before. He slowly turned the corner and stopped at the bottom of the stairway, staring at the solid, stonewall as though it would give him answers, to stop him from liking her so much. This feeling didn't belong to Sirius what was this, Sirius Black would never love. Surely not. Wait a minute, though, was this love or was it lust? Was it love or lust that surged through his veins and arteries? Love or lust that electrified every nerve in his hands and feet? Love or lusts that made him crave her touch more than the air in his lungs? He looked down at his watch and was alarmed to see that he was already five minutes late; he had a sudden urge to run up the stairs just to stop her from worrying about him not turning up, but his feet seemed reluctant to leave the ground. When he eventually did reach the top, his hand hesitated just above the handle. What if she was playing a trick on him and waiting just beyond this door was a massive crowd of people ready point and laugh at the hormone-raging sex-addict? He was wondering how many people he could curse at once when, of its own accord, his hand jumped to the heavy bronze door handle and pushed it open. Macy stood with her back to him gazing out on to the dark lawn through the long, pointed, gothic window,

"I thought you'd changed your mind," she said, her back still towards him.

"Well I thought you were playing a trick on me…you're not, are you? 'Cos if you are…"

"I'm not," she breathed. "The truth is… I've sort of, you know…fallen for you" she now turned around to Sirius, contemplating him thoroughly like he was in the direct line of an x-ray. He took the opportunity to stare into her enchanting eyes, "In divination class, remember?" She took a few steps forwards.

"Yeah, I remember. I asked Remus who you were, he told me you're quite the rebel!" he closed the gap considerably so that their bodies were almost touching, electricity flying from one to the other, "And you said those things about me…"

"I'm sorry about that, but you have to admit…" he could now feel her warm breath on his neck, as she was quite a bit shorter than he was. "…thirteen is a bit young." Then the space was closed and her soft, feathery lips touched his. He pulled away and caressed her cheek with his finger-tips, her hands slipping beneath his robes and t-shirt to slowly slide up and down over his torso. His other hand was now in Macy's hair, and they kissed again, but this kiss was deeper and much, much more passionate. After several minutes (or it could have been hours, Sirius couldn't tell anymore), she started to unbutton his robes and slid them off his broad, muscular shoulders; he in turn did the same and proceeded to lift her shirt over her head. Her chest was heaving with every breath. She was wearing a black, lacy bra, and her breasts were stark white, longing to be touched underneath. Her stomach was perfectly toned, and he paused for a second to take in her beautiful, mature figure, then he remembered something.

"Have you, you know, had…sex before?" he asked nervously.

"Course I have." And she kissed him again, her tongue sweeping around his mouth

"Are you…sure…you…want…to?" Sirius gasped in between fresh bouts of battles between each tongue.

"Uh huh," was all Macy managed to say before yanking off his t-shirt and undoing his trousers. Soon they were both completely naked. Sirius kissed her neck and proceeded down her body, his tongue skimming her hips and thighs. Very soon it became obvious that Macy hadn't exactly been as good at telling the truth as she was at kissing.

"Macy, I thought you said you'd done this before?" he said over her moans of pain. She sat up and told him, firmly, to carry on. Therefore, reluctantly, he did. Soon the cries of agony turned into cries of ecstasy, and she pressed her lips on his to stop from waking the entire castle.

When they had finished he held her shivering body close to his and kissed her neck and shoulders. He thought back, it had been clumsy but beautiful, perfect and right. With her, sex was not dirty, but pure and white.

"Why didn't you tell me you were a virgin?" Sirius whispered.

"I thought you only went for sluts and whores, I've only had one boyfriend but we never got passed second-base," she admitted shyly. Sirius chuckled.

A/N- It will probably be a while before the next chapters up. I'm not sure if i wrote that on the 1st chapter... :s! Very busy and i am sort of in a block as to where to go with this story. But check out my other fic- 'For Merlin's Sake Ronald' and leave a review...for both of them!

"You might not have as much experience as the others but you were without a doubt the most amazing. Honest!" he added seeing the look on Macy's face.

"Well I've never had anything to compare it with have I?" she muttered whilst nibbling his ear affectionately.

"I have had plenty to compare, and you are the best!"

"How many?" she whispered, stiffening. Her face had turned stony.

"How many what?"

"Girls, how many girls have you slept with?" there was a note of deep jealousy in her throat. Sirius sighed, calculating whether the truth would cause too much damage. No, she deserved the truth, he decided. Besides, he knew she would find out anyway.

"I slept with five in my second year, they were all older girls. Only three in third year, that was the first seventh year. Twelve in the fourth year, including my first girl friend, and (promise you won't tell anyone this?) but thirty girls in my fifth year. And seven so far this year," he finished counting them off on his fingers.

"Okay, one: you only had your first girl-friend after already shagging 19 people and two: we've only been here five days and there have been seven already?!"

"I was nervous about tonight…" was his poor defence.