Blue Suede Shoes
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Chapter 9
I can't win this war. I hurt Sirius, they attack. I date Sirius, they attack. I dump Sirius, they attack. Everywhere I turn, they are right behind me. I just got stabbed by a fifth year Ravenclaw with… yes… a pin needle. I could get a serious disease and die at their feet and they wouldn't leave me alone. These girls will not make up their minds! Do they or don't they want me with Sirius?! Are you confused? I'm confused.
It's been five days since Hogsmeade. In two of these five days, I've had Sirius trail three steps behind me to every class until I go upstairs to bed. The only privacy I had received in those two days is when I'm in bed and when I'm using the loo. He doesn't say anything, there's no expression on his face, and he just follows. It's like a serious James when he used to stalk Lily.
For the rest of the week, I've been playing yellow chicken. Every time Sirius comes into the common room, I find an excuse to leave. When I see him in the hallway, I have dropped to my hind legs and squatted to class to avoid his ever-searching gaze. And just this morning, I was sitting in the common room finishing up a Potions essay when he came barrelling down the boy's dormitory. I dove under the table and waited until he and Remus left the premises. Hannah rolled her eyes at my antics. I stuck my tongue out at her.
I've been avoiding the Marauders completely, which means spending less time with Lily and Hannah. They're getting a bit annoyed with me I think. Peppermint is my only friend in this world. She sticks with me… because I feed her but still!
It is now dinner time in the Great Hall on this beautiful Friday evening. I am sitting beside Victor and Frank a few seats down from where the Marauders, Lily, and Hannah are sitting. Tonight, I am eating chicken Gordon bleu. It is fabulous because of all the cheese! I love cheese, cheese makes life worth living! Yummy, yummy, my tummy is partying!!
"Practice should be fun in the rain." Victor muttered through a mouthful of chicken and cheese.
I nod vigorously. "I love the rain, it's all wet and cool and makes gigantic puddles to splash in with my yellow rubber boots!" I swallow some pumpkin juice.
"Yellow rubber boots?" Victor is looking at me funny, his mouth open showing me all his yummies inside. I copy him.
"Yeth yellow rubber boots." Frank looks away from us in disgust. Victor snaps his mouth shut as I grin.
"Being out in the rain will give you pneumonia. You can die from such a disease you know." Says Victor knowingly. I push my broccoli around my plate. There are dead bugs in broccoli you know, don't ever listen to anyone who says otherwise. I know their secret. I know everyone's secret. Muhahahahaha.
"You're most likely to die from a spell gone awry or a hippopotamus sitting on you or Peppermint biting your eyeball out of your socket and playing with it on the stone floor." I eat my potatoes. Victor is choking about now. Frank snorts into his glass. Hopefully he didn't snort any boogers in his drink. That would be so gross.
The lights suddenly dim to a spotlight between the Ravenclaw and Gryffindor tables. I slam my fork and knife down in frustration. What the heck! Here I am trying to enjoy a wonderfully prepared meal and someone is making it so I can't see what I'm eating! I could accidentally eat a piece of broccoli with a huge dead bug in it!!
Sirius' face pops into the single spotlight, a nasty grin on his face. His eyes drill into my head. Ah crap, what is he doing?
"This is for the special girl of mine." Sirius points his wand at his throat, magnifying his voice. Suddenly a guitar and drums are being blasted from out of nowhere, which is quite creepy. Frank splutters up his pumpkin juice onto Alice's skirt in surprise. Ah, that lucky girl. Then I notice Sirius' attire.
He's got his hair slicked back with a gallon of gel, wearing a tight white pant suit with the collar a long V- cut, showing off his ab chiseled chest (I'm not drooling, I checked), and… blue suede shoes? Oh my gosh. He wouldn't dare…
"Well, its one for the money," He would.
"Two for the show, three to get ready, now go, cat, go." He throws his head back, his arms swinging along with his hips, his eyes never leaving me, snapping his fingers. He's sauntering down the aisle.
"But don't you step on my blue suede shoes. You can do anything but lay off of my blue suede shoes." He raised a foot in the air, showing off bright blue suede shoes. They look very pretty. All the girls in the hall sigh in lust, the Slytherin girls turning away from the attractive sight in order to sustain their dignity.
"Well, you can knock me down," He punched a fist in front of him. "Step in my face, slander my name all over the place. Do anything that you want to do, but uh-uh, honey, lay off of my shoes. Don't you step on my blue suede shoes. You can do anything but lay off of my blue suede shoes."
Surprising everyone, he leaped onto the table, shaking his hips and his head. "You can burn my house, steal my car, drink my liquor from an old fruit jar." I cover my mouth with my hand as he danced his way up to me, snapping his fingers. Sirius Black is a really good singer.
"Do anything that you want to do, but uh-uh, honey, lay off of my shoes, don't you step on my blue suede shoes." He kneels down in front of me, I just notice all food has vanished. I never finished eating my chicken. My tummy gurgled softly, I place my hand over my poor empty tummy.
A finger hooks under my chin. His face is centimetres away from mine. "You can do anything but lay off of my blue suede shoes." He presses a kiss to my forehead. Rising to his feet, Sirius leaps off the table. Without turning around, he departs from the Great Hall. I stare straight ahead at Victor, frozen.
Hannah sidles up beside me. "What do you think?" She tosses her hair off her shoulder.
"He's insane. A menace." Victor grumbles, slurping the rest of his pumpkin juice.
"He's so romantic. To do something like that for his true love is so sweet! He's got guts and isn't afraid to show his love." Alice sighs, eyeing Frank in disdain. "Unlike some boys I know."
"Ah Alice!" Frank looks very pained right now. Poor boy.
"That was pretty brave of him." Lily states. James gawks at her.
"Hey! I've sung for you Lilikins!"
"But Sirius was on key!" Hannah smacks his head lightly. Lily frowns at her.
"James sings just fine." She kisses his cheek, James grinning like a madman. You can tell he's in love.
I scrunch up my nose in thought. "Should I go after him?"
"Yes!" Hannah and Alice screech at me. Ah the goodness of peer pressure.
I rise from the table. "Toodles. I have an Elvis impersonator to catch." I stroll out of the Great Hall.
"Sirius!" I shout outside of the fat lady's portrait. He turns around quickly, hope plastered on his face.
I breathe in slowly. "Katherine and Arlene mean nothing to you?"
He nods vigorously, like a toddler trying to prove to his mother he'll be a good boy while in the candy store. "They don't stand a chance against you." Ah, how cute.
I throw myself into his arms, planting a big wet smoochy kiss on his mouth.
Peppermint stared me with beady dark brown eyes, yawning widely. Since she's at eyelevel with me on my chest, it's a very intimidating sight. I yelp softly causing Sirius' chest to vibrate under me as he chuckles warmly. "Is Peppermint showing off her pearly whites?"
"Maybe."
Sirius runs his fingers absently through my hair. Since being with him, my hair always loses the elastics and clips that is meant to constrain its wildness. I gave up hunting my clips down after three hours of searching.
"So tell me," Sirius says, his arm tightening around my waist. "You didn't like my hair, which took me hours to prefect mind you, and you're not a fan of Elvis, why did you come after me? Was it the outfit?" His hair was way too gelled, the outfit would've looked better in black, his singing was amazing, and my new favorite song is Blue Suede Shoes. Big shocker, huh?
I laugh roughly, stroking Peppermint's soft fur and intertwining my fingers with his. "I liked your shoes."
He huffed, clicking his blue suede shoes together. He changed into jeans and T- shirt but kept the shoes without my asking. He's very well trained. "You like the shoes."
I press my face into the hollow of his neck, breathing in his spicy cologne. "Your blue suede shoes." And maybe his smile, but he doesn't need to know that.
The End.
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