Still no guesses about the title? I'll give you a clue, the moon is Remus

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Black caught up with me as I started climbing the staircase. He didn't say a word, just shrugged off his trademark leather jacket and handed it to me. I was about to refuse ( I wasn't cold, in fact I was probably warmer that he was) but one look at his face told me it was better not to argue.

Besides,( and I hate myself for saying this) his shirt was still soaked from the rain and more than a little see-through.

Crap, that meant mine was too.

I slung it around my shoulders and hurried up the stairs, hoping against hope that no-one would see us. Especially not Peeves. After hours, (McGonagall) soaked to the skin, (Filch) alone with Sirius Black (his groupies) and wearing his jacket (Lily). To name but a few of the people who would lynch me if they saw me.

We reached the portrait hole without incident and I knew it was too good to last.

That didn't stop me hoping though.

I said the password and the portrait was about to swing open when he grabbed my elbow and pulled me back. I wretched my arm away and turned to face him in defensive mode, scowl, hands deep in pockets. I could feel something in one of the pockets and I drew it out just in time to see Black turning deadly white and gulp...Nervously? Since when did Black do nervous?

I turned the two pieces of parchment between my fingers. The first was completely blank and ragged but I could sense that this piece of parchment was not all it seemed. Well, I have my secrets, you can keep yours.

I stuffed it back into the pocket and unfolded the other. Black looked like he needed to toilet, hopping from first one foot then the other, looking everywhere but at me.

Frankly he looked terrified.

I turned the parchment over and stared down. Sirius Black was staring back at me. A very familiar Sirius Black. A Sirius Black half smirking, half serious. A Sirius Black with a thick charcoal line down the centre of his face.

THAT DIRTY ROTTEN-

Hang on. It was months ago he'd nicked my pad, he'd been carrying this around with him for 4 months? I didn't know whether to be furious or mortified. I went with the furious-better to stick to familiar territory.

"What the hell do you think you are DOING?" I screamed at him. I'm not very original, I say the same thing every time I argue with him but I was humiliated. Taking that picture of something we both knew he could never be.

He didn't shout at me or hit me of even smirk.

"I can be like that if you wanted."

"DON'T YOU DARE MAKE FUN OF ME!" I think I need counselling.

My spell was deflected by his non-verbal one so it hit the Fat Lady who swung open with a squeak. Not even the loud music was enough the mask our, okay, my raised voice.

Now I think back at it we must have looked so stupid.

Dripping onto the carpet. Me trying to kill him again while wearing his own jacket. Black silently deflecting my hexes, refusing to fight back.

I remember vaguely out of the corner of my eye seeing Lizzie standing on a table with Remus, a glass of what looked like firewhiskey in one hand, singing a duet between hysterical giggles and hiccups. Jazz was making out in the corner, Alice was dancing with Frank and Max was discussing the match with one of the chasers. I guessed Lily was up in the dormitory hiding from James.

All that stopped however when my screams met their ears.

You know the general thing I was saying "How DARE you STEAL from ME! Then FOLLOW me and RESCUE ME WHEN I DIDN'T NEED RESCUING!"

Then I punched him in the face.

Ok maybe I was being a little melodramatic but the sight of Sirius- I mean Black with blood running down his face was satisfying. Really satisfying. But then my annoying little voice kicked in and I bit my lip. The power of my punch had not only floored him but his nose had made a sickening crunching sound as my fist had connected with it.

Merlin's Y-fronts!

I rushed forwards but I think he must have thought I was going to attack him again or something because he stuck out his foot and tripped me.

Fortunately for me, I had a soft landing

Unfortunately for him, I fell straight on top of him and my knee sort of, well, I think you probably guess. Twice in one night, I'm not surprised he went cross eyed.

I did my best tomato impression.

Gales of laughter from the common room almost masked the only thing that could have made this whole escapade anymore humiliating. The five scariest words in any language across the globe.

Minnie's crisp voice "Miss di Angelo, Come with me."

Oh Crap.

And that is how I found myself in Professor McGonagall's office. Black was in the hospital wing and I was seated on a hard wooden chair in front of the scariest teacher in the entire school's desk. I defiantly know who got the better deal out of the two of us.

Minnie surveyed me through her glasses and sighed.

"Have a biscuit."

I did my best fish impression.

"Have a biscuit."

I took a jammy cauldron. (I've met newts and ginger or not they don't deserve to be made into cheap imitations. Newts are passionate, newts love Shakespeare and fine art and justice. I went to one of their courts of law once as a witness and for a cold blooded amphibian they looked downright murderous.)

Minnie took a chocolate chip owl and said "You need to stop this absurd fighting. I don't understand why you hate each other so much. I know he baits you but why do you have to respond?"

I thought about, I honestly did.

"The hours are good?" I grinned hopefully. "Mainly I think it's just habit now."

Minnie looked ready to bang her head against the wall, her voice became a lot more crisp and a lot less understanding.

"Well, as docking points and detentions don't seem to work we'll have to try something else. I think if Black and you were to work together on the next potions assign-"

I jumped to my feet, knocking over the chair,

"NO! Are You Insane? He'll Kill Me! I'll Kill Him!. Either way I won't get out of it alive! You WOULDN'T, YOU CAN'T! I'll...I'll... I'll appeal to Dumbledore!"

"Sit down Miss di Angelo. It was the headmasters idea in any case. And after that escapade outside the common room..."

I sank back onto the chair that Minnie had restored to its upright position with a flick of her wand. I seriously thought I was going to be sick.

I think she must have noticed how green I'd gone because she added in a kinder tone, "It's only until the Christmas holidays start in 3 weeks. I'm sorry Arty but this is the only way. I have already spoken to Professor Slughorn and Mr Black. Everyone else will have the choice who they go with."

She smiled at me "That is all Arty, you may go."

I stood up on shaky legs and trailed back to the common room. Heads turned and the volume dropped to hushed whispers. I shut it all out a climbed the girls staircase. I had a best friend to get back.

I opened the door. Lily was sitting on her bed reading but she stood up when the when I entered. There was an awkward pause, then,

"Sorry" We both spoke at the same moment. Then we were hugging and laughing and I was more than a little teary eyed. We collapsed onto our beds and I smiled up at the ceiling and Lily glanced at me.

"Did you see his face when you got him in the jewels? Again. What's that the 9th time this term?"

I gazed back at her and grinned, "The tenth" and we both started laughing.

Tomorrow could wait. I had my best friend back.

I could survive anything.