I don't wanna be bad, I just wanna be bad enough for you.
The sound of a slap echoed off the walls of the stone corridor, and Sirius' head whipped to the side. Anger flashed inside of him and he clenched his jaw, trying his best to quench it. After all, he'd been asking for it.
"How dare you," she hissed, making to slap him again but he grabbed her wrist before she could.
"How could I what, Shafiq? Shag you like you've been begging me to for months?" he spoke with a prominent amount of arrogance in his voice, causing her to laugh cruelly and rip her arm away from his grasp. Ignoring the fact that it was likely throbbing, she took a step closer to him, making them stand almost toe to toe.
"You know, you want to be the opposite of them, of all of them…" she spoke while trailing her fingers down his arm, causing goosebumps to rise on his skin. "But you're just like them. I almost thought I was speaking with Reg," she abruptly stopped and stepped away, walking down the hallway with an extra sway in each step. "You deserve your surname, Black." she called behind her, echoing off of the walls, the sentence biting in a way that only someone who had been around his family all of their lives could cause.
After standing there for a moment, he slammed his fist into the stone, ignoring the pain that went shooting through his fist - Merlin knows he can handle pain by now. He swiftly exited the corridor, heading towards the Gryffindor common room in a storm, talking to himself angrily.
"What happened, Sirius?" Remus asked when Sirius slammed the door behind him when he entered the common room, ignoring the protests of the portrait. He'd stopped muttering a bit ago, and had taken to roughly raking his hands through his hair to release his anger. He flopped onto the couch by the fire that was always left vacant for them. Sighing angrily, he put his hands over his face, muttering something that sounded suspiciously like "batshit crazy".
"I told you not to shag Slytherins, they're crazy, the lot of them." James spoke coolly, messing up his hair when Evans' head snapped around to them.
"Severus," she started in and Sirius interrupted quickly.
"I don't care about your slimy friend, Evans, I just got equated to a Slytherin." he groaned the last word and they could only vaguely make out what he said through his hands.
"I thought she was a good shag?" Peter piped in and Sirius rolled his eyes, uncovering his face.
"It doesn't matter if she's a good shag, Peter, she called me a Slytherin. A Slytherin!" he threw his hands up dramatically, causing everyone to roll their eyes, besides James. He looked at his best friend with a sort of sadness in his eyes - he made a joke about the entire thing, but he knew how deeply it hurt being equated to his family. After a few minutes of just the popping of the fire, Marlene spoke up.
"Perhaps if you didn't sleep around as much as a Slytherin, you wouldn't be equated to one," she spoke calmly but she knew that her words would hurt him, causing him to narrow her eyes at her as she walked away. "Grow up, Black." she threw the words over her shoulder, but the wink that she gave him spoke the complete opposite. She didn't want him to grow up: she wanted him to keep doing what he was doing, but to try harder. To keep going. He wasn't there quite yet.
"What a bitch," James said lightly, causing the rest of the group to make a noise of agreement, even Sirius. Even though he was positively enamoured with her, even he could admit that she was a bitch.
For the rest of the night, the group chatted lightly and joked around, planning various things around the castle, but being told he was a part of his family remained in the back of Sirius' mind. Once Remus and Peter went to bed, James decided to bring up what had happened earlier.
"Are you still doing this for her?"
"Of course I am," Sirius responded immediately, looking at his best friend like he was an idiot.
"She's a slag, Sirius. There's no point in becoming an ass just to get her. She's not worth it."
"Of course she is. It's the principle of the thing, James," Sirius explained and James rolled his eyes, not quite believing it. "I can't do things halfway, Prongs, I'm a Black." Sirius flashed a grin at James and James smacked him on the back of his head as he went to bed, causing Sirius to laugh loudly, jolting some almost asleep third-years awake in the corner.
Sirius told the truth, however; he couldn't do things halfway. But he didn't want to be an ass. He would stop sleeping around as soon as he got her, of course.
Blacks always get what they want, and Sirius wanted her. He was on the right path, if that wink told him anything… he just had to suppress his morals in order to carry out his mission.
And carry it out, he would.