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Chapter 3

The First Girl

"Why her?" James questioned.

"The idea isn't to go seek out girls…" Remus explained.

"Because I said so and oh well." Sirius answered both his friends, waving them into silence much like he had done to Brook. "Now you two go hide behind that tree and watch me from a ways away."

"Why can't we go with you?" James asked, not wanting to be caught hiding behind a tree with Remus spying on Black.

"Because I can't work with you two breathing down my neck!" He explained, shooing them off again.

"Fine…" James grumbled un-happily, stalking off towards the tree with Remus.

With his best mates out of the way Sirius ran a hand through his hair and gave an attractive smile, as if practiced. Not that he needed it. Finally ready, he walked towards the pretty girl reading. Clearing his throat as he got nearer, it looked as if he was going to start talking. Then he continued on by to a blond Hufflepuff doing some potions essay.

"'Ello love!" He greeted in a friendly, if not suggestive, voice

The girl's cheeks immediately flushed a bright pink "G-good morning Sirius." She replied with a stutter.

Black smiled as he seated himself next to her. His quest was already finished and the girl had passed with flying colors, but that didn't mean he couldn't have a little fun first. "Meggie, isn't it?"

"Maggie"

"Yes, yes Maggie dear! How are you this beautiful morning?! Well… of course it pales in comparison to your own beauty." At this compliment the girl's cheeks reddened immensely, amazed that someone like Sirius Black would pay her the slightest bit of attention. He had her exactly where he wanted her.

"Th-Thank-you…" She stammered out after a few flustered attempts. Of course, the Casanova of Gryffindor wasn't finished yet. There was still some fun to be had.

"Meggie darling, you've been in my head constantly this past week. I can't believe I've never noticed your perfect face before, but the moment I did I knew it was, dare I say it, love…" Sirius continued on with a dramatic flair. The girl didn't even open her mouth to correct her name again, awed by the young mans charming features. "Alas, you have been out of my sight and away from my longing touch. But, in your absence I have come up with the only remedy for my aching heart. I have written you a poem, would you mind if I recite it for you? I have read it over so many times the words are imprinted on my heart, the same pitiful thing that has been dieing without your life-giving smile." For most, this would be seen as overkill, but for Sirius Black, it was what was expected. The young man was famous for making every girl feel as if the universe revolved around her, if only for a little wile. He paused for a few moments, waiting for the girl to reply. Obviously not one who was used to so much attention, even if she did hail from the 'hott house' as many had dubbed it over the years.

The poor soul was lost for words. Of course she had secretly always been one of the masses who would sit and watch the handsome Gryffindor as he went about his daily activities, but she had never imagined the prince to approach her directly, let along know her name… sort of. As you could tell from Maggie's reaction to the boy's well-known attitude when it came to any girl, she had never been the smartest cookie, which only made Black's job just that much easier.

The Hufflepuff finally replied with a stiff nod, realizing he was waiting for some form of acknowledgment. A darkly charming smirk spread across his lips, knowing the girl would take in anything he might say. He could list off a number of insults in some poetic way and all she would hear is a choir of angels, though really, what else was he to expect? Cursed with his god-like features, he had always proclaimed. But he didn't have any plan on insulting the girl, only a real git would do something that stupid.

"So sweet the hour, so calm the time,

I feel it more than half a crime,

When Nature sleeps and stars are mute,
To mar the silence ev'n with lute."

Sirius began in a loving voice, well practiced with this set up by now. It really wasn't that hard to list off poetry and make it sound romantic. Just say it slow with a good tempo, and make sure you say it with plenty of meaning. Remus had taught him that much, a few years ago when he had seemingly innocently questioned his friend about the topic.

"At rest on ocean's brilliant dyes
An image of Elysium lies:
Seven Pleiades entranced in Heaven,
Form in the deep another seven:
Endymion nodding from above
Sees in the sea a second love."

Every muggle movie he'd came across that had something to do with romance ended up with someone saying some big sappy thing about love or whatever to win over the other person, often times in a form of poetry. Young Sirius had figured that if it worked in the movies, it should work in real life too, right?

"Within the valleys dim and brown,
And on the spectral mountain's crown,
The wearied light is dying down,
And earth, and stars, and sea, and sky
Are redolent of sleep, as I
Am redolent of thee and thine
Enthralling love, my Meggieline."

He had come across this specific poem while sorting though a few books he had 'borrowed' from Rem and Evans. He figured, if they got to remember something in the movies, then why shouldn't he be able to do the same? Of course, most of the girls he would try this one on wouldn't have heard of it before, so what did it matter if they thought he wrote it just for them? Wasn't it every bird's fantasy to have a charming, good looking bloke such as himself write poetry for them? In reality, Sirius was doing them all a favor, so he never felt any type of guilt about it. And just to make it a little more personal he would substitute their name for any in a poem, he thought they might get a little suspicious if he went off calling them 'Adeline' or whatever the name had originally been. People were always telling him to use his great memory for something other then memorizing the answers off the test next to him; this was just his way of taking their advice.

"But list, O list, - so soft and low
Thy lover's voice tonight shall flow,
That, scarce awake, thy soul shall deem
My words the music of a dream.
Thus, while no single sound too rude
Upon thy slumber shall intrude,
Our thoughts, our souls - O God above!
In every deed shall mingle… love."

With every line he slowly moved closer and closer to Maggie, her cheeks reddening even further every time. By the time he reached the final line, his lips were a few centimeters away from the side of the Hufflepuff's face, the feel of his breath sending a visible chill down her spine. He had made sure to give a good pause before the final word for proper dramatic effect. The girl's head started to move slightly to face the notorious player, eyes closing as if to receive a kiss. Though, Sirius took no notice of this slight shift and pulled away quickly standing up and walking away with a decent swagger to his step. He took a moment to glance back at the girl, seated beneath the tree, giving her a suggestive wink once he made sure she was looking at him, but of course, what girl wouldn't look at him? Forever the cocky one, Sirius let a large smile brighten his face as he turned back around.

James and Remus were quick enough to join up with their friend once again. James approached with a roguish smile and a clap on his friend's shoulder with Remus trying to decide if he ought to look horrified or amused. "Padfoot, you bloody git, that poor girl almost fainted!" He complimented with a laugh, trying to keep his voice quiet enough to prevent the girl from listening. Though he highly doubted she would really comprehend it anyhow.

"I think she might have…" Moony muttered under his breath, something between a sigh and a chuckle coming out with it. The three glanced back at the girl as she continued to stare out before her with a stunned look. Sirius raised a brow at her reaction, wondering if he laid it on too thick.

"Think she's alright?" He questioned in a somewhat worried tone.

"Brilliant mate, just brilliant. Where the hell did that poetry come from any road?" James butted in, unaware of the slight change of topic.

"I'm not quite sure… I can't even tell if she's still breathing anymore…"

"Can people faint with their eyes open?"

"Now, I knew you could chat up a girl, but really, that was surprising. She didn't even notice you called her by the wrong name!"

"You know what… I actually don't know. I'll have to ask Madame Pomfrey about it."

"Damn man, stop her! She looks all creepy… like a zombie or something! You know, one of those old horror shows were everyone becomes brain eating freaks with that really blank on their face."

"And then… haha… all that crap about not being able to live without her… And… oh lord… comparing her to a beautiful day, priceless!"

"Sirius! This could be serious! I don't want you going around putting poor girl's into commas or something with that rubbish of yours!"

"Rubbish? I got it out of one of your books!"

"Do girl's really buy all that? Maybe Evan's would think it sophisticated and what not…"

"My books?! You mean you're the one who got peanut butter in all the pages?! It's all sticky now!!"

"Peanut butter? What are you talking about? That wasn't me!"

"Yea, I think she'd like some poetry. But she's a smart girl, so I'd have to be real careful, she'd probably know it already. Yea… smart, and beautiful, and sweet…"

"… what do you mean it wasn't you?"

"I mean I hate peanut butter! It's all… sticky and messy! … and…. and… ew mate, you have unknown peanut butter in your books! That's just… nasty!"

"And she's real funny once you get to know her, and those wonderful green eyes, and did I say she's sm-"

"JAMES!"

Author's Note: Heya everybody!! So, so sorry it's been so long since I last updated. I've been way too busy and haven't had any time to finish up chapter three. I tried to make it kinda long to make up for it, not sure how well I did at it though. I really hope you enjoy reading this, because I had a lot of fun writing it! Specially at the end -smiles- Anyways, just want to say that Maggie's... oblivious manner is in no way shape or form a personification of how I view Puffs. In fact, they just might be my favorite house, seeing as my favorite and oldest character is a proud Puffle -beams-! So... yes, power to the Hufflepuffs! And... all that jazz. Please comment!! I promise to update real soon if people show and interest! Such a needy writer aren't I -laughs-?