Chapter 6- Denying Mine Envy

"It's as thought everytime I gaze at the reflection before me, an electric vibe in my head tells me he's still watching my every move."

'This is so pathetic.'

Lizzie set down the scarlet book and took a deep sigh. She gazed about herself, wondering whether she should clear the mess before her. It was not her fault that she'd decided to give reading a try to clear her mind, nor was it her fault that all the gothic-horror novels that littered the floor had not been successful in distracting her attention.

Leaning backwards, she rested her head upon the soft carpet of her dorm, trying desperately to focus as a million thoughts swirled about her head. In only a couple more hours, she would be meeting once again with her dreaded enemy.

Though she knew it would have to be sooner or later, the dread that bubbled in her veins did not cease. Little did she know that all she was really in need of was a long, relaxing nap. So when she unintentionally closed her eyes, Lizzie was not aware that the rest of her time would be spent in a deep sleep.

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"Lizzie, how about trying running around me rather than into me next time," a miffed Lucius Malfoy shouted at the girl who had just raced into him.

"SORRY LUC!" Lizzie managed to shout back at the blonde blur, while she ran in the opposite direction.

She was running so fast that she could not think from the lack of oxygen. Five minutes ago, she had awoken to find the clock reading 5:51, and after realising she was almost an hour late, she'd grabbed her bag and broke out into a run.

When Lizzie finally reached the third floor, she took out the map that Professor McGonnagall had given to her at breakfast. It contained arrows and direction keys that were designed to show where she was to go.

After pacing three times back and forth, a door suddenly opened, allowing her to enter the room of requirement that she had agreed to be in an hour ago. Lizzie quickly scanned the room that was covered with all sorts of transfiguration books, charts and models, but was startled to find herself alone amongst the mess.

'Great Lizzie. If you had not managed to doze off into your silly nap, then maybe you wouldn't be standing here and looking like the fool you are.'

Sad to admit that the voice in her head was indeed true, she turned around to open the door. But the strange thing was that the moment her finger brushed the knob, it had already anticipated her.

Lizzie quickly stepped back to take a good look at her dishevelled tutor, who seemed to be in the same breathless state that she had been in a minute ago.

"Sorry I'm late. Would you believe how long it takes to find a silly map that you just got in the morning?"

But Lizzie seemed to be at a loss for words, as she stood rooted to the spot. All she could do was look dumb-founded, while waiting for his words to sink into her head.

"Uuh,… yeah. Do you know how long I've been waiting for you in this stupid room Black? And don't think that just cause I'm behind in transfiguration that I'm dumb or anything, you could have at least wiped the lipstick off your mouth before deciding pop nip over," Lizzie shouted angrily, pretending to be extra-frustrated than she already was. Though she loved being angry at Sirius Black, she had to wonder why when she'd noticed the lipstick and lose clothes he was wearing, her stomach did a strange summersault.

'Probably hungry from the nap.'

She closely eyed Sirius Black as he walked over to a shelf and picked up a mirror that had appeared out of no where. He hastily wiped all the signs that showed he'd just come out of a snog-session, then with a satisfied smirk returned to pulling books out onto the table and turning them to the right pages.

'Oh brother.'

"So, we are now ready to begin our tutor session if you'd take your seat darling."

"Don't call me darling, bitch," Lizzie replied cockily as she took her seat, making sure to move it as further away from the table as possible. She looked back at the jock's face, who was sitting directly opposite her and grinning mischievously.

"Anyway, since you are so crap at transfiguration, McGonnagall's suggested we begin with the basics. We will start with transfiguring small objects into different shapes, and then we'll see if you are capable enough to move on," he ended with a fake sigh.

"I already told you to stop thinking I'm dumber than you, Black. I pretty much know all this stuff, so just cut to the new crap we've been studying this year. Oh, and that means I can see what you're hand is trying to do to my hair," she quickly replied before reaching out to twist his hand with a piercing grip.

The quiet 'owe' was all she heard before he started turning the pages again.

"Mice to rats?" he asked with a questioning look.

"Yep."

"Forks to spoons?"

"Yep."

"Flowers to cups?"

"Yep."

"Dicks to tits?"

"Ye-, haha, you're so not funny Black," she stated sarcastically while folding her arms.

"It's funny how many people think I am. But I suppose you wouldn't understand proper fun, or anything besides dark humour," he stated bitterly.

"I try."

"Whatever."

"Shut up and teach."

Gruffly, he started flipping through the pages of 'Transfiguration for Beginners,' personally thinking about owling a complaint to McGonnagall later on. It was funny, Lizzie thought, how badly he resembled a hungry dog when he was moody. But there still was that little dash of handsomeness that made him somehow attractive in that state.

'Wait, what am I thinking. It's Sirius Black! Ok, Lizzie, think something Black that reminds you of his name, like Black pudding (ugh!) or Black mould. Better even, Black poo!'

In a fraction of a second, a taunting smirk was plastered all over her face and she started to gaze at him with nasty eyes.

"Okay, I'm assuming you've not yet figured how to transfer the slightly more advanced stuff, like drink to fast-food for example. Are you looking at me like that cause I've still got lipstick on my face or something?" Sirius asked suspiciously, thinking Lizzie's nasty look was because of something she disgusted on his features.

Lizzie immediately flushed red, seeing that her plan to make him seem inferior had just backfired.

'Black poo. Black poo. Black SHIT!'

"Are you hot or something, because I don't mind if you want to take your robes off. I mean, it's not like we're in a formal lesson or anything, so you can take off whatever you want for all I care," he added innocently, turning Lizzie's embarrassment to anger.

"Don't raise your hopes Black."

"Damn," he muttered with a fake scowl.

The rest of the hour passed in boring transfiguration and when Lizzie had finally finished making her notes, she finally admitted that she was too tired to do the practical work.

"Nonsense. You know McGonnagall would kill me if we don't do it tonight," Sirius retorted as he set up the equipment they needed. Sighing aloud, Lizzie began to give her wand a try, while Sirius packed all the stuff they didn't need away.

After failing to get her goblet of water to look slightly like chips, Sirius finally returned his attention to her and was quite surprised by what he saw.

"No no, you're doing it all wrong," he began as he grabbed hold of her wand hand. He tried to demonstrate the proper way, and was quite oblivious to the fact that Lizzie's eyes were now resting on him instead of the goblet.

'Damn, he looks so good up close. Aaah!

Black poo! Black poo! Black poo!'

"All you have to do is put some grace into it instead of waving it wildly," he finished while brining his eyes to rest upon her face. For a few seconds, they stared intently at each other, barely even thinking about the situation at hand. But it was the sudden realisation that dawned on Lizzie that made her be the first to move away. Sirius immediately regained his composure, then quickly turned around to get his things.

"So, I suppose now that you've learned all this in one session, you'll be able to get the slightly more advanced stuff next time. Here's your bag," he stated as she took hold of it. They quickly walked out of the room together, and continued in a silent walk towards Gryffindor Tower. They were nearly there when Sirius turned his head to say something important, which Lizzie never got round to hearing in the end.

"Listen, -"

"SIRIUS! Oh, it's so great to see you're finally out of there. What are you still doing wither HER!" Diana Nebula shrieked as she quickly strode over to him. Gathering from the way she slung her arms around him protectively and started sticking her tongue down his throat, Lizzie came to believe she'd been the reason why he was late to the session.

Feeling a bit put off that he was letting her interrupt them, Lizzie stormed off without a word, all-the-while the boiling of her blood making her more frustrated.

'He's only a dog anyway.'

Once again, a great thanks to my reviewers, Sweet 16 movie buff, Harry-Potter-fan01 and Dark Kestrel. Just in case you're confused, Diana Nebula is the most popular girl in their year at the moment, and the rest of the characters below are going to be added on each page of every chapter from now on so that you don't get confused:

Eliza ('Lizzie') Potter: Main character or protagonist of this fic, also the twin sister of James Potter, and Harry Potter's aunt (in a fic to be published in the future!).

David Grimly: Hangs out with the Slytherins and Lizzie, and is their only friend in Ravenclaw.

Isabella Darkwell: a popular girl in Ravenclaw who's not really important, but fancies Dave Grimly even though he's out of her league.

Diana Nebula: Sirius' current girlfriend, most popular girl in school who also hangs out with Isabelle.

Jonathan Davies: Ravenclaw jock, also a friend of the Gryffindor jocks. In my world, he's actually Roger Davies' dad.

Nicholas Chang: Cho Chang's dad, also a Ravenclaw jock in Lizzie and James' year.

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