Author's Note: So I've decided that every once in while I'm going to take a break from telling the story from Megan's P.O.V. and give you a chance to see what a different character is thinking. And this is going to be one of those chapters. This chapter will be told from Sirius's point of view, so you get to know what's going on in that screwy little mind of his.

For those who did not read the above, This chapter is told from Sirius's P.O.V.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

Chapter 4:

Waking up at six was bad enough. Being woken up by having a certain Potter scream in your ear was to be expected. But being woken up by having said Potter push you off your bed at six in the morning was a little much. "Merlin, I'm going to murder you Prongs." I muttered into the floor. I didn't move for a few minutes, just lied there face down. But Prongs had to ruin my quality time with the floor by kicking me a few times. Luckily, he didn't go as far as to kick me in a place where a man should never be kicked.

Slowly, I pushed myself up from the ground and said, "How much time do we have?"

"Not much, I reckon you better hurry, unless you'd like to go wearing that," as I stood up he gestured to my clothing. I stood wearing nothing, but a pair of boxers. "Although it may get Megan's attention, I don't think McGonagall will be too pleased."

I laughed, "I wouldn't get Roma's attention if I went nude, and I don't McGonagall would mind seeing my amazing body."

"Really? Do you want to test that theory?" James laughed.

"Which one?" I asked as I began to get dressed.

"Both."

I shrugged, "It's too late anyways, look I'm already fully clothed."

"Good now come on." He said with a role of his eyes.

"Hold on," I said quickly before stepping in front of a mirror to fix my hair. Not that it actually needed fixing, but just to make sure. A few mere seconds later I stepped away from the mirror, "Okay I'm ready now." As I got to the top of the stairs I heard a loud snore and asked, "Aren't you going to wake Wormy?"

"No," he said as we stood side by side in the common room, "he convinced McGonagall to push his detention to tomorrow. Said he had something to do today and that it would involve him getting a good amount of sleep."

As we speed walked to the transfigurations classroom I asked him, "So does Lily know about what you did to Snivellus?"

"I don't think so, but if she did she'd be madder at me for pulling the prank, than she would be for doing it to him specifically. They haven't really been friends since he called her a– well you know." I nodded as he went on, "So does Megan know you fancy her?"

Automatically, I answered, "No," before I could continue the question he asked fully sank in. "Wait, what? You think I fancy Roma?"

"Frankly, I do, and I think she fancies you back."

"What would make you get such a crazy idea?"

"Well, first off you've know her for what? A week? Two weeks? Maybe even three. And Moony told me you invited her to Hogsmeade."

"As friends," I defended.

I didn't have to look at him to know that he was rolling his eyes, "Okay, then explain why you've been coming up with practically any excuse to see her. For example, yesterday when you just had to go bug her for the transfiguration notes. Even though you and I both know you'd of been fine without them." I opened my mouth to speak, but was quickly cut off, "Plus, you act different around her."

"Do not!" I protested.

"Do to. Between you and me, you've been known to throw in immature and perverted jokes into conversations. Around her, you haven't been doing too much of that."

"Excuse me for being a gentleman."

"Pads, if there is anything you're not, it's a gentleman."

I looked at him with a look of false hurt, "Well thanks for that one buddy." From the look on his face he was going to say something, but it was my turn to cut him off, "Plus, like you said I've known her for three weeks. I'm still getting to know her, and she's still getting to know me."

"Is that relevant?" He asked right as we entered the transfiguration room.

I ignored his question seeing that both Megan and McGonagall had been waiting for me and James. "So what do you have for us today Professor?" I asked curiously as I made my way over to Megan.

"Today Mr. Black, you three will be copying lines."

This made me smirk. Copying lines was by far the easiest and best punishment McGonagall gave. And she usually came up with these oddly specific things to copy.

She directed us to three different tables where a few pieces of parchment and a quill were already given, and moved so we could see what we had to copy down.

'Never again will I use any sort of magic to change the color of another student's hair without their permission.'

See what I mean about oddly specific? It couldn't have been I will never change the color of someone else's hair or something simpler.

"200 hundred times, once you are done you may leave."

Even though copying lines was my favorite form of punishment it definitely wasn't any fun. After about 30 times or so my hand began to cramp, and I found myself having to take break every few lines which only made me have to stay there longer. And around 70 Megan began taping her foot. Maybe I was the only one who noticed because I was the only one who seemed phased by it. But I'd write a line or two, have a hand cramp, and then get distracted by Megan taping her foot.

Roughly an hour went by before James was done, and left. I only had 64 lines to go when he left. I was getting unbelievably antsy by the time Megan left, and I was all alone. But by then only needed to get through 21 more lines and I'd be free. When I had 10 left I debated even finishing it. How would she know if I didn't do my last ten? It made me wonder if she actually took the time to count and make sure there were 200 each. Ultimately I decided to test my luck, and just finish it.

Once I was done I just needed to find someone. I went approximately an hour and a half without talking to anyone, I felt like my mouth was going to fall off if I didn't find someone to talk to. Knowing that it was breakfast time, I went to the Great Hall. Even if one of my friends weren't there, there would have had to be at least one person to talk to.

I was happy to see that both James and Remus were sitting at the Gryffindor table. So I wouldn't have to resort to talking to someone I didn't know. For a split second I thought about sitting with Megan, but I knew that would only fuel the idea that James had of my fancying her.

"Hey Padfoot, finally decided to show up, I see," James joked as I joined him and my other two best friends for breakfast.

"I wasn't gone that long," I mumbled as I sat down in between James and Remus. I looked from James to Remus and asked, "So, you guys excited for Hogsmeade tomorrow? First date with Lily, you nervous Prongsie?"

"Me, nervous? There's nothing to be nervous about. Lily is going to love me no matter what," he answered overconfidently.

Remus laughed, "I wouldn't be so sure of yourself Prongs."

"And why is that Moony?"

"Because it's that immodesty that made Lily take so long to even agreeing to go out with you. Not that she's even agreed to do that she just agreed to go to Hogsmeade with you."

James ignored Remus's answer and asked, "Pads are you excited for tomorrow?" He had that smirk on his face that just told you that something wasn't right with his brain.

"You know I'm always happy to go to Hogsmeade."

"I think he meant spending time with Megan," Remus chimed in.

James nodded and I replied, "I get no more excited over spending time either of you two gits than I do over spending time with her." That wasn't necessarily true, but they didn't have to know that.

"Oh really? So if I told you she was walking over here right now, you wouldn't care?" James teased.

Impulsively I ran my hand through my hair and glance at her. She wasn't walking towards us. That made me feel just a bit embarrassed, but I didn't let it show.

"That right there proves that you fancy her."

"Honestly, Padfoot, you've paid her more attention than you have any girl that you've dated. I think I must agree with Prongs when he says that you fancy her," Remus added.

"Guys, she's nice, she's funny, and she's not terrible on the eyes. In fact I'd go as far as to say she's beautiful, but I don't fancy her. She doesn't fancy me. We're not going to go run off into a sunset and live happily ever after. We're just friends."

James smiled for whatever reason and said, "It's okay Padfoot, you don't have to admit anything to us. We already know the truth."

These were the people I called my friends, and they wondered why I liked spending time with Megan. Whom I did not fancy. I just thought it was nice to have her around. That was it.

End of Chapter 4

Short chapter, I know. I knew that this wasn't going to be a long chapter because originally this was going to just be about the detention. But then the detention turned into something that wouldn't even be worth writing about, so I had to add more to it. Anyways I hope you liked or loved, either or works for me, this chapter. Go ahead and leave a review telling me what you think. Also, so the next chapter will be the Hogsmeade trip, and I'm not sure when that chapter'll be up. I know it won't be tomorrow because I things that have to get done tomorrow. Maybe the day after if I can finish it by then.