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A/N :Well here it is! I told you it'd be up really soon! YAY! I really enjoyed writing as the girly Monique at last but pease forgive me if it's rubbish because I'm not too used to writing as Monique the girl. So don't judge too harshly and please leave a review! Mwah!!!

Monique paused from her girly bum shaking and turned round. She cleared her throat.

"Well, now that you ask…" she grinned. "YES! And I love being a girl again! Wooo hoooooooooo! I'm a gi-irl! I'm a gi-irl! And I kick ass at Quidditch! In your face!" Monique prodded James hard in the chest. "WHO'S A GIRL? MEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Lily then appeared and ran into her best friend.

"Finally! You're a girl! YAY! Girly nights! Girly nights!" Lily squealed. The two started to jump around squealing.

"WAIT!" Sirius yelled. The girls stopped.

"I knew it! I knew something wasn't right about you!!! You!!! You tranny!!!" Peter squeaked.

"Who said that?" Monique asked. Lily nudged her and nodded towards Peter.

"Where?!" Monique said.

"HIM! HIM! Monique you're such a retard!!!!" Lily yelled.

"Oh, the first year. Why are we listening to him?" Monique asked.

"I'M NOT A FIRST YEAR!!! I'M IN YOUR YEAR!!" Peter yelled.

"Yeah, nice try little dude. You barely look old enough to be a first year, let alone be in my year!" Monique scoffed.

"Monique, he's in our year. He's Peter Pettigrew, he follows Black and Potter around all the time," Lily said.

"Ohmigod! Really?! Ohmigod I totally don't recognise him! He seriously looks like a first year!" Monique hissed. Lily grinned.

"Well start recognising him!" Lily said.

"I'm Peter Pettigrew and I never trusted you! I never liked you for one second! I always knew there was something wrong with you!!" Peter squeaked.

"I'm Monique Illyria!!! I never knew you existed!" Monique said mockingly.

"Monique shut up," Lily said.

"I don't get it," James said. "So you swapped genders for a while to be on the team? What?"

"Ew no! I was a girl the whole time. Just a butch girl! With manly muscles and short hair. And it was all to prove to you, you numbskull, that girls play Quidditch just as well as dudes! If not better. Because we all know that girls are the more intelligent, more powerful and overall the better gender. I just proved it! And you can't chuck me off the team because I haven't done anything wrong!" Monique sang.

"Yeah, except for that whole turning into a boy thing," James said.

"I prefer turning into a butch girl or a girl who looks like a boy. Technically I was a girl because I didn't have a d-," Monique was interrupted.

"I think this is quite enough!" Professor McGonagall said. "You will not throw Miss Illyria from the team. She is a credit to the game."

"But Professor! She's pretended to be a boy!" Sirius protested.

"She had permission and help from Professor Dumbledore," Professor McGonagall said, smiling slightly. "I've been waiting for a girl to get on the team. And this is just her. If you dare get rid of her I will make sure you all get detentions for the things you think you've gotten away with right when there are matches!" She seemed to be glaring at Sirius and James the most.

"Thank you Professor! I shall make you proud!" Monique grinned. "Who's yo mama?! Mmmmmhmmm!" she clicked her fingers in James's face and spun round. Lily giggled and the girls linked arms and skipped down to the common room to start the party.

"I'm sorry but what just happened?" James said. Remus looked worried.

"What?" Sirius asked.

"That means she knows. It wasn't Malcolm that saw me that night. It was her," Remus said. "She wouldn't tell would she?"

"Well she hasn't yet so I doubt she will. Don't worry about it Moony. Come on, let's go to the party," Sirius said.

When the boys arrived in the common room, music was blaring, there were butterbeers scattered around and even a bottle of fire whisky. But Lily and Monique were nowhere to be seen.

"She's probably doing her victory dance," Remus snorted.

"Yeah!" Sirius laughed. His fangirls recognising his signature laugh all came buzzing around him like bees to a honey-pot. They fluttered their eyelashes and clung to his arm like limpets. But as silence swept the room he looked up from them to see why. It was as if light was shining down from heaven. Her hair was long and loose. Wonderfully dark and lustrous. She was definitely playing up to her long, leggy, lean figure. She wore a long, wine red dress that clung to her waist and flared out. It showed off her long tanned legs.

"Yes, I am a girl! I can finally wear a skirt!" Monique grinned. The house laughed and the party carried on.

"So Sirius, I was wondering, yeah, whether we could, like, meet up later. Maybe in the broom closet. I know it's your favourite place! Hey Sirius! Sirius!" the blonde called after him as he made his way over to the stunning brunette across the room.

"Hey," he said casually.

"Black," Monique regarded him. "Still think girls are only good as cheerleaders when it comes to Quidditch. Or if they just want to watch you 'flex your muscles'?" Sirius laughed and casually put his hand on her shoulder.

"No way, you're one of the best players I've seen," he smiled. Any other girl would've gone weak at the knees.

"You mean the best," Monique said. She picked up a couple of bottles of butterbeers and wandered over to Lily, handing her a bottle. The girls took swigs.

"I saw Black chatting you up there," Lily said. Monique spluttered and began to cough violently.

"As if!" she gasped.

"It was so obvious!" Lily said.

"No he wasn't! And I wouldn't be interested if he was!" Monique said.

"Whatever you say Monique, whatever you say," Lily said airily.

"Shut up," Monique snapped.

"It's nice to see the old you again. All stubborn and angry," Lily grinned and pulled a frowning Monique into a hug. "Come on, let's dance!" The girls made their way out onto the dance floor but it wasn't long before Sirius arrogantly stepped in. Monique rolled her eyes but carried on dancing.

"You're the first girl on the team," Sirius said.

"Oh really? I never noticed," Monique said sarcastically. Sirius chuckled.

"Now where's that friendly Malcolm I knew?" Sirius asked.

"It's called acting. Obviously you're never going to grow up to be Sherlock Holmes," Monique said.

"Who?" Sirius said.

"Never mind," Monique sighed. "It seems my wit is wasted on you."

"What wit?" Sirius joked.

"Shut up," Monique grinned, slapping Sirius's arm playfully. Sirius grinned at her. he quickly closed the small distance between them. Their lips were edging closer. But at the last minute Monique pushed him away, her hands on his chest.

"What's wrong?" Sirius asked.

"I'm not an easy girl to get you know. If a guy wants me, he'll have to try hard to get me," Monique said. "It's one of my principles." She grinned and walked away. She began to dance with some other Gryffindor. Just to annoy Sirius. And it definitely worked. He was seething.