I was feeling guilty. Me, guilty? That was practically a sign of the apocalypse. I don't do guilty. I especially don't do guilty when it comes to obnoxious Puffers with serious anxiety disorders. I mean, I didn't owe her anything. If I didn't want to tell her that she was being cheated on then I shouldn't have had to. I told her that I'd prove to her whether or not Sirius was a cheater. That just meant that I had to get him to cheat on her so she could witness it firsthand. It didn't mean that I had to bring up old affairs. I was doing nothing wrong, but at the same time if I wasn't doing anything wrong then why did I feel guilty?

It wasn't like the Puffer and I were friends. She'd stopped practically hyperventilating when we were in the same room together so I suppose that could be consider sincere improvement for her but we weren't by any means friendly. I only saw her when I gave her updates on the Sirius situation and the rest of the time we weren't even pretending to acknowledge each other's existence. I had no reason to feel guilty. It didn't concern me. If she had a cheating boyfriend then it wasn't my fault or my problem.

I kind of, sort of, felt sorry for both of them though. I mean, she was way in over her head and he had noble intentions but a sex drive that made him act like an idiot. There was probably not a worst match in Hogwarts but yet they still found each other. Of all the Marauders she chose to date she probably had found the one who was the most different than herself. Lupin or even Pettigrew would have been a better match for her than him.

Speaking of Sirius, I don't know how it happened. First he was Black, a guy who I'd never really interacted with much, and then he became Sirius, the guy who sought me out of every nook and cranny I found myself in just because he was bored or lonely at the moment. Honestly, it was like he was some bloodhound who could follow my scent anywhere. Once he found me skiving off Potions and taking a nap behind a tapestry. Let's just say that waking up to the feeling of someone watching you sleep is creepy as hell.

I had told the Puffer that this was going to be a marathon, not a sprint but I didn't know how much longer I was going to survive. It was too confusing to play the double agent in a failed relationship. I mean, it wasn't like they weren't going to break up without my help. Unless they became one of those perpetually unhappy married couples that eventually slept in different beds. Actually, given the Puffer's anxiety issues I doubted that they would have ever shared a bed even if they were married.

Just because they were doomed for disaster didn't mean that I wasn't still obligated to show her that he was a no-good cheater. Well, just because he was a cheater didn't mean that I couldn't enjoy myself. I mean, there were some definite advantages and perks to being friendly with Sirius. I generally enjoyed his company and there were certain instances where the little things he said and did made my heart spasm in my chest. Though there was the added stress, the bonuses generally outweighed the consequences.

I don't know why Sirius ever chose this life for him. I mean, we both were cut from the same cloth in the sense that neither of us were built for celibacy. Some people could handle it without a second thought but we weren't that kind of people. Part of me was torn of whether or not to feel sorry for him. On one hand it was his own fault that he was in this position. But on the other hand he had only been dating her for Potter. Poor Puffer. That blow to her self-esteem was something she was never going to recover from.

I understood in a way why he cheated. The physical toll it could have on someone who was used to having sex at will to go to being completely deprived must have been intense. I mean, this couldn't have been a lifestyle choice that he was willing to make.

I didn't know what to make of the entire situation. I mean, how screwed up of a relationship can you have? I'd never seen one quite so dysfunctional and for me that was saying something. After all, I was the product of a pureblood, loveless marriage. I think I must have been a test tube baby because there was no way that my parents ever consummated their marriage. I try not to get all philosophical about my upbringing, mostly because I try to repress those memories, but if I had to guess then I'd assume that my parents' relationship had an impact on my outlook on romance and it wasn't a positive impact. Maybe that impact was what made celibacy impossible. That'd explain why both Sirius and I acted like sex addicts. Rumor had it that we'd come from similar backgrounds and I wouldn't have been surprised. After living with parents who can't stand each other it must have been hard for him to have a loveless relationship of his own.

He was a cheater and I knew that. I knew that he and I could never be more than a bit of sexual tension and perhaps a good snog for my efforts or if I was really lucky a shag. That was all I could have expected from that relationship. I knew that I needed to just focus on my objective and get through my last year in one piece. However, my mind knowing something was different than it wanting something. Even though I kept repeating to myself that once a cheater always a cheater it didn't totally persuade me. What I really needed was a sexual outlet. I mean, that's all this was, right, sexual tension? Well if that was the case then it could be cured with a simple venting of my sexual frustration. A good romp every once in a while wasn't going to endanger my mission anyways. I mean, maybe me coming off as unattainable would be even more enticing to him.

Now the biggest problem I was facing was the fact that I didn't really know anybody who I could get away with having a casual fling with. I mean, as much as men want to put it off as them being natural at being able to shag without any attachment they weren't necessarily as good at it as they said. Or at least most of them weren't. I guess that just meant I needed to be more selective about who I chose.

I had a few male mates. A few of them were already romantically involved with other people and I didn't need any more cheating drama in my life. It was bad enough having to deal with the Puffer and Sirius' drama. I just needed to find myself a bloke who I could stand, that wasn't going to take us shagging as a sign that eventually we were going to get married and that would satisfy my pending lust. Honestly, how hard could it be to find a guy who could do that for me? Apparently it was harder than expected considering the one bloke who surpassed all of my requirements was the one guy I was trying to de-lust myself of.

Of the five males I was friendly with (not including Sirius), two of them had girlfriends, one had a severe case of chronic acne, one was definitely not going to sexually satisfy me and that left one last candidate. His name was Riley and he was the epitome of nonchalant coolness. He was the kind of bloke who wouldn't even act like an afternoon romp ever happened after it was over. He was physically attractive and he could probably quench my craving. He was absolutely perfect for what I needed.

So with a target in mind my sights narrowed in on and I was completely blind to everything else except my mission. I liked to call it "Operation: If I Don't Get Some Soon I'm Gonna Go Crazy and Kill All the First Years" or just "Operation: Get Some" for short. Now I just had to find a way to get into his pants without coming off as pathetic or needy.

The first step to my operation? My favorite pair of what I liked to refer to as "Shag Me Pumps". They were a bold red color and, not to come off as egotistical, but damn, they made my legs look good. My Shag Me Pumps and a nice well-fitted skirt and I was practically golden.

I always knew they worked whenever I wore them because of the reaction I got whenever I wore them into a crowded room. There was the general male jaw-dropping and an occasional dropping of dishes but my favorite part was when jealous girlfriends would smack their gawking boyfriends. There was nothing more addicting than the feeling of power that came from all the attention these shoes brought me.

I generally kept them for special occasions. I mean, if I used them all the time then they'd lose some of their novelty effect. That was why when slipped them on for the first time of the year I was anxious to see if they still had their full effect. When I walked into the Great Hall for breakfast I was reassured that they hadn't lost any of their power. In fact by the time I got to my seat at the Gryffindor table I'd grabbed quite a few impressed and intrigued looks, not to mention caused several boyfriends with wandering eyes to get their unimpressed girlfriends to loudly voice their protest over the attention I was getting.

I felt most empowered by the shock, wild eyed expression from a certain Sirius Black when I took my usual seat next to him. I had to fight back a victorious smile. "Didn't your mother tell that staring is bad manners?" I questioned him coolly. "Speaking of your mother, she's a charming woman. Tell me, was she born without a soul or did hers just shrivel up from not being used and fall off?"

He shook his head wildly, like he was trying to shake this off, "I'm pretty sure she was born without."

"And so is having a soul a recessive gene or did you buy yours on the black market?" I inquired nonchalantly.

"Huh? What?" Yep, Mr. Black was definitely easily distracted that morning.

"Clark!" I heard the Hell Spawn Ginger angrily exclaim.

"Yes, Hell Spawn?" I greeted her with a polite smile.

"What are you wearing?" she demanded, her hands on her hips. Dear Merlin, she looked like a little McGonagall.

"Clothes."

She scowled at me, "Barely. And what are you wearing on your feet?"

"Shoes."

"Clark, I'm not in the mood for your bullocks right now! What have I told you about wearing those shoes?"

"That they bring out the color in my eyes?" As much as I knew that getting into it with Evans was a bad idea that didn't mean it was going to stop me from telling her that she needed to get the stick out of her arse. I could only take so much of her "I'm the Head Girl and therefore I rule the world" mentality.

"They're against school uniform! And take that skirt off! We're a school, not some corner that you can sell yourself at!"

Oh and what a golden opportunity the little Attila the Ginger Bitch had presented me. I got to my feet, "Fine." I unsnapped my skirt, pulling it off and throwing it at the bitching ginger. "Happy?" Before I gave her the chance to respond I nonchalantly walked out of the Great Hall, proudly listening to the numerous cat calls and wolf whistles that followed behind me. Sometimes it was good to be me.

I returned to my dormitory, knowing better than to chance the sexual harassment and numerous detentions that would await me if I went to my lessons skirt-less. I decided that the heels might just add something a little special to my school uniform. It'd be like "School Girl Gone Bad" and what guy didn't feel his trousers twitch at school girl fantasies?

I was loudly applauded when I came down the dormitory stairs to the Common Room. I sauntered up to Riley, who was nonchalantly leaning against the Common Room wall. "So guess what I heard?" he commented unconcernedly.

"That McGonagall and Slughorn are secret lovers? Sorry, love, but that's old news," I replied with equal nonchalance.

"No, that I missed quite a show at breakfast," he answered with an amused look and a twinkle in his eyes. "I have to admit I'm a little jealous that every other bloke in Hogwarts got to get your knickers except for me."

Ooh, well this was going a little faster than expected. If I'd had known all I had to do was show a little bit of skin, or rather lace, to get his attention than I would have done this ages ago. "Well maybe if you're a good boy I might give you an encore performance."

He raised an eyebrow in surprise, "Well if that's the case than I can be a very good boy."

"Well then I guess I'll just have to believe it when I see it," I retorted calmly.

"Well how about you skive off lessons with me and I'll show you how good I can be?" he suggested.

Mission successful. I bit my lip to add to the naughty school girl vibe I had going on. "Well if you put it like that then how can I say no?"

A/N:

I'm not really sure how this chapter turned out like this. I just started writing and all of a sudden BAM! Cherry turned into a sex addict. It just kinda happened… Oops? Personally I like the development. I also liked the comparison between her and Sirius about their messed up home lives being part of the reason that they can't do celibacy. More on that to come.

Evan