Chapter Seven

'WHY'S SIRIUS SO BLEEDING MELODRAMATIC?'

"Sit in silence for three hours? What's that prat trying to do, make you insane?" Sirius snarled, detest and hatred deep within his voice, "Probably, Snape hates all the students - except for Slytherins." Emily answered with a light shrug.

She stood up to grab her bag of toiletries when Sirius pulled her back down, grabbing at the hem of her skirt.

"H-hey! Stop pulling at my skirt you perv!" Emily wailed as she slumped back onto the bed, "What else? What else did he make you do? A slime-ball like him would have made you do something else," Sirius asked her, there was something different about his tone of voice, something that made Emily blush, but she wasn't sure what it was.

"Absolutely nothing, all he made me do was sit in silence." Sirius raised his eyebrows doubtfully. Emily sighed, "Sirius, I can promise you now that's all he made me do,"

"Whatever you say Emmy," Sirius shrugged, allowing her to stand up. Emily rolled her eyes and grabbed her bag of toiletries from the floor where she threw them that morning, "I'll be back," Emily said, pretending to be Arnold Schwarzenegger, "That was the worst impersonation ever," Sirius scowled, pretending to be insulted, "Like you could do better," Emily laughed and she locked herself in the bathroom so she could get changed.

"Hey, Emmy, do you know Harry Potter?" Sirius asked over the sound of running water, "What, the-boy-who-lived? Sure I do, he's best friends with Ron Weasley, right?" Emily asked, turning the tap off and putting her toothbrush back in her small bag, "I think so," Sirius replied, "Then I know him,"

"Think you could tell him I was here?"

"Will I fuck; you're supposed to be on the run,"

"But he's my godson,"

"So? I'm trying to protect you here and all you want me to do is tell Harry Potter that you're living in my dorm. Great conversation that is, 'Hey Harry, haven't spoken to you since the summer, just thought I'd tell you now being as you'll find out sooner or later as he's going mad, Sirius is living in my dorm.' Not really the best thing to say, is it?" Emily complained, her voice going up an octave. Sirius laughed quietly to himself, "Why'd you have to be so melodramatic?" He asked her.

"I'm not being melodramatic, I just care about your safety," Emily grumbled, changing into her pyjamas quickly. "Oh, so now you care?" Sirius mocked her, "Oh shut up," Emily muttered as she unlocked the door and threw her small bag of toiletries into the corner by the door leading to the Head Girl and Boy Common Room.

She entered her dorm and Sirius' eyes went wide. "What?" She asked, not liking the way that he was looking at her, "Nice," He grinned at her, and she rolled her eyes.

Emily was wearing short-shorts that showed off her slender legs and a long shirt (which used to belong to her brother) that stopped just below her knees. It was red with gold stripes – The Gryffindor house colours.

"Say what you want," Emily shrugged, sitting on the end of her bed, "The shirts not mine," and she flashed him a cheeky grin. Sirius pulled a face and Emily just laughed.

"Your boyfriends' shirt?"

"Hah! I wish,"

"Fred's?"

"Nope,"

"George's?"

"Not at all,"

"Then who's?"

"My older brothers,"

"Oh," Sirius nodded, and Emily swore there might have been a tint of jealousy in his tone and facial expression – like he wanted her to be wearing his shirt. "And you said I was being melodramatic," Emily laughed, smirking at him, "Me? Being melodramatic?" Sirius questioned, "As if,"

"Oh you so was!"

"No I wasn't,"

"Yes you was,"

"No I wasn't,"

"Yes you was,"

"No I wasn't,"

"Yes you was,"

"No I wasn't!"

"Oh Sirius you so was! Don't lie!" Emily sniggered, which earned her a pillow in the face.

"Thanks for throwing the pillow at me," Emily grumbled, rolling her eyes. Sirius merely smiled. "So what's on the agenda for tonight?" He asked, placing his arms behind his head, "What're you talking about?" Emily sighed, "I don't want to be bored out of my mind, so what're we going to do?" Sirius importuned, sounding excruciatingly childish, "Homework maybe?" Emily suggested, cynicism tinted in her voice, "No thanks," Sirius groaned, rolling his eyes, "I'd rather have fun, not die of tedious, mind-numbing crap,"

"Oh really? Well what do you have in mind then, Mr. Melodramatic Black?" Emily questioned, raising an eyebrow.

Good question Emily, what does he have in mind?
Well, i can tell you all now that i haven't the foggiest :D

I really need to plan these things through before i go ahead with them XD

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Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter; which is a really big misfortune. If i did own it, i'd be in my own personal heaven :'D

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