Yep, a really long chapter now. Hope you like.

R&R PLEASE!

I think it's amazing how I can face down a furious Lily, a big-headed Sirius, a livid Minnie, a greasy Snape, a lovesick James, a quidditch obsessed Max, a kick boxing Jazz, a scarily smart Lizzie, a herbology loving Alice, a food scoffing Peter, a slug club leading Slughorn and a exploding potion without batting an eyelid (Well, maybe except for the last one...And the furious Lily- When Lily's mad run for your lives) but seeing that double bed terrified me so much I almost had hysterics.

Fortunately (I don't think I could have ever lived down having hysterics of Sirius Black) Lily had brewed me up a calming solution so I didn't 'Piss yourself and have hysterics.' Her words not mine.

The second I shut the door I pinched my nose and glugged it down, ignoring Black's sniggers at my look of disgust. My usual feeling of wanting to hex him into next week vanished, leaving me feeling slightly dazed...Dazed but not bothered. It was a new feeling but not an entirely unpleasant one.

I pulled him over to our trunks that Minnie had some poor unfortunate (unfortunate because the poor thing actually had to go into the boys dorm without a gasmask) house-elf to pack and bring down. That potion was brilliant, I was so getting Lily to make it again, and I couldn't even be bothered about my pyjamas. I always get really hot at night so all I wear is an old blue shirt that just hides my knickers and I knew without this potion I would be so red you could fry an egg on my face.

But I just shrugged it on and let Black turn round. He wolf whistled and raked his eyes over me, but I just rolled my eyes.

"I like you better sedated, you don't hit me so much."

I hit him, couldn't have him think that I was getting lazy could I know?

I turned my back on him but because of the **^^!" 12 inches I kept getting hit with his clothes and I nearly overbalanced at least twice.

"Ready?"

"Ready."

I turned round and wished I hadn't.

"No Black, just no. You are not sleeping in the same bed as me IN YOUR BOXERS!"

I think the potion wasn't enough to keep me sane. Or my madness just exceeded normal limitations.

He did his insanely cute puppy dog eyes but I stood firm, I did not even consider letting Black sleep in the same bed as me in his boxers I-Okay I'm a big fat liar. But it wasn't my fault that-he-was-the-fittest-boy-in-the-whole-damn-school-when-he-did-that-face-and-he-didn'y-have-any-clothes-on-except-for-his-red-and-gold-boxers (How's that for supporting your house.)

I gulped and let my eyes flick over him.

oh boy

He smirked at me, "Enjoying the view?"

I scowled at him and bent over to grab a pair of shorts from his trunk, unwittingly giving him a great view of my butt. At the time I didn't know this, that was until he gave it a slap.

That was it, I was going to *^!*^ strangle him with his own shorts but before I could act on my highly entertaining (to me at least though I don't know if he'd take it the same way) murder plan he stretch out one finger and forced my chin up so I was looking up into those swirling grey eyes. Damn him, why does a guy with all the manners of a wart hog (get it?) get such gorgeous stormy eyes. I could almost feel myself drowning in them except for the whole not being able to drown thing.

It was with great effort (I swear it gets harder every time I look into them) that I managed to tear my eyes away from his and stared down at my bare feet. They were nice feet. With red toenails ( Jazz had had to tie me to the bed to do them).

I could hear him talking Do NOT Look Up!

The Sirius formula -no looking up + not listening = No blushing.

For a cold water amphibian I blush a lot.

"ARTY!" he yelled at me. Feet, look at feet. FEET!

"Why are you staring at your feet?"

"I'm not," I mumbled, I was doing my best tomato impression, I just knew I was, more potion QUICK

Keep looking at feet.

"Er, you are."

"Not."

I think I would have hit him again if I hadn't been so terrified that if I looked at him I'd do something really crazy like jump on him. Which I wouldn't... ever.

I think

"Erm, can we go to bed now?"

I buried my head in my hands and didn't answer.

"Please?" Damn it, I could tell that that uneasy grin he did was back.

I buried deeper into my hands.

"ARTY!"

"WHAT!"

"It's freezing just standing here!"

"No it's not!"

"Yes it is!"

"No it's not!"

"Yes it is!"

"No it's not!"

"Yes it is!"

"No it's not!"

"Yes it is!"

"No it's not!"

"Yes it is!"

"No it's not!"

"Yes it is!"

"No it's not!"

This went on for a while till Black's patience finally gave out. I didn't see it coming (my eyes were still firmly hidden in my hands) but I definitely felt it. He grabbed me around the waist and threw me over one shoulder and, gulp, and I could feel his abs rubbing against my stomach.

"Put ME Down!" I tried to scream, but the potion still had a little juice left in it and my voice came out as intimidating as a baby field mouse. So not intimidating at all really. Black dumped me unceremoniously on the bed and lay down beside mw.

Awkward.

"This is awkward."

"Shut up Black"

I could feel the seconds ticking by, I was going to be so knackered tomorrow.

"We could play I Spy."

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"Please?"

"I'm not going to change my mind."

"I can keep this up all night."

"I'm sure you can."

"Please."

"Will it shut you up?"

"Maybe."

"No."

"Why not?"

"It still wouldn't shut you up."

"Okay, I'll shut up after we've played it."

"Fine!" I snapped. I could almost imagine him jumping up and down, clapping his hands like a toddler on sugar rush.

"I spy with my little eye something beginning with S."

"Oh let me guess-Sirius?"

His jaw dropped, I could almost hear it land on the floor.

"How did you guess?"

I rolled my eyes.

He blew his hair out of his eyes- that-I-was-not-looking-in.

"Okay, my turn. I spy something beginning with B."

"No."

"What?"

"You didn't say it right! It's I spy with my little eye not just I spy! You've got to say it right!"

I was so going to strangle him.

"FINE, I spy with my little eye something beginning with B"

"A brilliant, beautiful, bachelor that's a backdoor milkman and-"

"What the hell is a backdoor milkman?"

" Someone who delivers that smooth white stuff to your back door."

I slapped him, hard, around the face.

"OW! Boisterous, beautiful-"

"You've already had that one." He scowled at me and pouted. Cutely

"Beautiful Black." He finished and grinned.

I closed my eyes, praying for strength and rolled onto my back.

"No."

"NO? There's nothing else in this ruddy room!"

"Bed."

Even though I was staring up at the ceiling I could tell he was scowling.

"That's boring!"

"Shut up Black!"

We fell silent for a couple of minutes, then...

"We could play hangman!"

I rolled back onto my side onto my side so fast I could have out moved Snape that time the Marauders cornered him in the entrance hall with a bottle of shampoo, and came nose to nose with him. Literally, nose to nose. And almost lip to lip too.

"Or noughts and crosses?"

"Black, you will listen to me and listen well if you fancy being able to make kids in a few years. I am stuck with you for the foreseeable future not from choice, there is no-one on earth I would want to be stuck with less, but from a spell. I do not think I can survive this is you are going to stop me sleeping every night. So there are going to be a few ground rules- DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"

He nodded mutely.

"1. At night you will not talk, attempt to make me play foolish games or distract me from sleep in any- BLACK STOP STARING AT MY MOUTH!"

"Wasn't"

Focus

"2. You shall not get detention while we are attached as I will have to sit in them too. 3. You shall not touch me in any way and say it was the spell- BLACK GET YOUR HANDS OFF MY THIGH!"

I slapped him around the face as hard as I could.

"Whatever you say Twinkle." And then he kissed me on my nose.

"BLACK!"

"Please, Twink, I'm half deaf already because of you and I need my ears to listen to girls saying how sexy I am."

"AAHHHH!"

I threw my hands into the air and rolled back onto my back.

I watched the embers of the fire glow and crackle, throwing shadows across the wall. I was not going to give Sirius the satisfaction of knowing I couldn't sleep because of him. I checked my watch, quarter to four, I was gonna be so shattered tomorrow. I rolled onto my other side and closed my eyes. It was going to be a very long night.

I think I must have finally fallen asleep about 5 because the next thing I remember was light streaming through the window on a white world. Snow! Finally, after all, it was only 3 weeks till Christmas.

I could just make out the snow capped towers from where I lay. It was so beautiful it could almost make me forget my troubles.

Almost.

I shook my head wondering why I was so warm and why something warm was circling my waist.

Sweet Merlin, please don't let it be...

I lifted the covers and looked down.

My shirt was tangled around my waist and Black's arm was wrapped around me.

Sweet Merlin, he was going to pay for that.

I psyched myself up and glanced at him.

MERLINS Y-FRONTS!

Shirtless, tousle haired, I could see his eyes moving under their lids as he dreamed. I wriggled out from his arm as fast as I could and jumped out of bed.

Or at least I tried to jump out of bed. I actually only got half way before being thrown back, yep you've guessed it, onto Sirius's chest. He groaned and fell off the bed.

Honestly, if this is how I'm going to get up each morning I'm putting down crash mats. I felt more sorry for Sirius though ( lack of sleep and coffee had melted what little reasoning power I have in a morning)- It can't be nice to wake up on the floor with me squirming on his very naked chest.

"I need coffee." I groaned.

Coffee would make it better, it would wake me up and put the world back into perspective and I would go back to hating Sirius instead of wanting to lose myself in his stormy silver orbs.

Coffee makes everything seem better, if a little blurry around the edges. I once drank over 2 litres of the stuff and the world was green for a week.

But compared to the mess I'm in now a green world be highly preferable