Sorry, it has been a whole week since I last updated but I have had simply tonnes of homework

But the new chapter is here finally.

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I look into the mirror and groaned. I looked like hell on a bad day.

"You look like hell on a bad day." Don't murder him, murder always makes loads of tedious paper work and Minnie will have to mention it when I am trying to get a job.

We had managed to make our way from the tangled heap on the floor to the bathroom, with lots of swearing on my part and lots of smirking and suggestive comments on Black's, that the room had grown over night.

I had looked into the mirror and wished I hadn't, I'm surprised it didn't crack. Even I can't get only an hour and a half hours sleep and look my best, I know, I'm surprised too but that's the way it is.

My face was a particularly unpleasant shade of parchment and my hair was lank, uncontrollable, and badly in need of a shower I knew I wasn't going to get. My eyes seemed even more abnormally large in my pale face and the bags underneath them were so huge I could have stored all my school equipment for the day in them. And probably some of Lily's stuff too.

AAAAHHH

I fished out my wand and, unsuccessfully, tried a number of charms to reduce the hideousness of my face. 20 minutes later I excepted defeat and instead turned to the large bag of war paint that everyone seems to give me and that I have absolutely no idea how to use. I could tell beside me Black was getting bored. In the 20 minutes I had been staring at myself he had got dressed, done his hair (this took at least 15 of his allocated time) and done the charms essay that was due in today and that I had done last week in the gloriously Sirius Black free library with Lily.

I didn't want to have to lower myself to having to ask Black's help on something, but he had had so many girlfriends I guessed he would know what to do, and I was desperate.

I grabbed a handful of mascara sticks, lipsticks, eye liners, eye shadows, foundation, curlers and some other unrecognisable objects that I thought were make-up but could have just as easily been implements of torture. (I should know, Jazz got it into her head to 'do me up' for a party in the common room once and I ended up refusing to go as I was covered in burns. Rule 121234. for dealing with my friends- Do NOT let Jazz near the straightners.

"HELP!"

"You're the girl, in your genes or something to know how to do make-up."

"How sexist is that? I never wear make-up as you very well know and I have no ruddy idea how any of these work!"

I can never be bothered to wear make-up. To me it is half an hour that could be better employed swimming or drawing. Plus when I go swimming it would all run anyway and I would then have to waste another precious half an hour re-fixing it again. I can't be bothered with all the hassle.

Black just shrugged and started making different coloured bubbles pop out of the top of his wand.

I snatched up a piece of parchment and hastily scrawled.

'Lily, get your lazy arse down here pronto, big disaster. I need support.

Arty'

I whispered a couple of words and the paper folded into a tiny model boat which sat in my hand at 2 inches high. I blew on it and it sailed out of the room.

Black raised his eyebrows. "A boat? That's so last year."

"Oh yeah?" I shot back. "And what would you use? A cat?"

He looked offended. "Not a cat, horrible scrawny things."

That's the other thing I forgot to mention. I know all about the Marauders little excursions on the full moon. I had stumbled across it quite by accident 2 years back when I had almost bumped into a half visible stag. (I'd been on my way back from the lake at the time- I'd been invited to a mer party, let me tell you, a drunk mermaid is quite an impressive thing to see.)

I never told anyone, not even Lily, though.

The answer to my note arrived 5 minutes later with a sleepy eyes Lily.

But even a sleepy Lily still has a brain that works faster than mine does when I'm fully awake and has had two very large mugs of coffee.

"You do know that it's only quarter to seven." She said acidly as she began pulling clothes out of my trunk. "We could have had at least another 15 minutes in bed before having to get." She advanced on me and yanked to torture equipment out of my hands.

Did I mention that Lily's not exactly a morning person?

Half an hour later I was dressed, make-upped and my hair had been fought into something recognisable as a ponytail. In fact, as I screwed my gold hoops into my ears (don't you dare call me a chav!) I had to admit, I looked good. Not fantastic but good.

Lily had put a silencing charm on Sirius who had sat and sulked on the edge of the bathtub, (Seriously, a bathtub? Was Minnie actually even more insane than she pretended? I was going nowhere near a large amount a water with Black in tow. Look what happened last time. I got me into this mess and I dread to think what could happen if it happened again) pouting cutely, then proceeded to perform several spells on my face which returned it to its normal hue.

The image in the mirror had changed rather dramatically. My eyes didn't look like two black eyes anymore, in fact, they look sort of...Normal. My hair was curling over one shoulder and my lips were deep red. And I had now missed the start of breakfast. And I really, really needed the loo.

Lily nodded her approval (you could just tell she had wanted to do me up all year) grabbed her bag and exited the room, yelling over her shoulder that she was going to breakfast.

Breakfast. Gulp.

Okay, get the toilet thing over with and then you can have coffee. Lovely coffee, make it all seem better.

Firm, collected, I would be strong and not let him humiliate me.

"Ineedthetoilet."

"Huh?"

"Do I need to stun you or will you turn around and let me gotothetoilet?"

He just stared at me in complete bewilderment for about a minute before comprehension dawned and he began to howl with laughter. Yes, howl. And I wonder why his animagus form is a dog?

Give me strength. please

"SHUT THE HELL UP!"

He managed to stop squawking with mirth just long enough to gasp out, "You? You need the loo?"

Then he started laughing again.

I punched him in the face.

That shut him up.

He turned his back on me and nursed his black eye as I sat down on the loo.

I couldn't do this.

My bladder was saying otherwise.

"Haudsanuso." I pointed my wand at his back. I had no idea what the spell did but on her way out Lily had scribbled it down on the back of my note and whispered- 'For emergencies.'

Get it over with.

"Don't you DARE to turn around!" I warned Black but he didn't answer me.

"BLACK!"

He still didn't turn around, almost like...He couldn't hear me.

THANKYOU LILY- YOU ARE A LIFE SAVER!

5 minutes later the dreadful deed was done and I muttered the counter-curse.

He turned and looked at me, "Are you going then?"

I stuck out my tongue at him (Childish I know but I felt better now) "Been."

He looked confused but shook his head and grabbed his charms essay. I elbowed him in the ribs to let him know I was moving and knelt down to lace up my knee high converses. Yes, I always wear my converses with my skirt. It's the difference between looking beautiful and clever in pumps (Lily, Lizzie and Jazz) sporty in ankle converses (Max) and being just different (Moi!) in a freaky way.

Right, breakfast now.

Finally!

I debated the best ways to get revenge on my way to breakfast when the idea presented itself to me in the form of Charles Briggs.

Briggs is the Marauders biggest rival in the looks department. Sort of pretty boy looks, I tend to go more for ruggedly handsome and dark but I have to admit he is good looking. Not in a weak knees way like Sirius but still good enough to be considered a major catch.

He had large blue eyes and blond hair cut really short. He's ripped in a 'I always work out' way instead of the lean athletic frame I prefer.

But what he has in looks he doesn't have in brains.

He's a Hufflepuff.

Not that I have anything against Hufflepuff's or anything but Briggs is a bit of a womanizer, gets the poor unfortunate victim swooning, then dumps them a week later. Not completely dissimilarly to a certain dark haired boy I happen to be attached too.

Perfect revenge.

I pretended to stop and stare at Briggs and gulp a few times. That was more than enough to get Sirius's attention. I gave a girly giggle that I'd never actually given before (I'm not sure if I got it right, it sounded a bit breathy but that's how Jazz always does *shrug*) and twirled some hair around my finger, letting my fringe hide one of my eyes.

Black was looking at me like I was an alien.

I was staring really hard at Briggs, then started like I'd forgotten who I was attached too.

Comprehension was dawning on Sirius's face.

I snatched his hand and dived into an alcove behind a suit of armour.

"What are you doing?"

"Tying my lace." I murmured, still trying to sound husky, while fiddling with the bottom of my shoe.

"Your laces do up at the top of your knees. And they're not undone. And why do you need to tie your laces behind the suit of armour.

"No reason," That came out a bit shrill. But it wasn't my fault.

This wasn't such a good idea after all.

Sirius's thigh was digging into my own.

"Unless it's something to do with a certain, twat outside?"

I was scarlet. Damn Black. JUST MOVE!

I think he must have taken my blush for confirmation as he scowled.

"He can do so much better than him."

"Oh YEAH?" Jazz always defends what hanger-on-a she has at the time so I guess it's normal to go psycho whenever someone insults them. "And who would be a better choice? You?"

I put as much sarcasm as I could into the last world, then felt my whole stomach drop as his face fell.

Damn it.

Then the smirk returned as he stood sharply yanking me to my feet.

"Yeah."

What have I got myself into?

He seized my hand and spun me out from behind the armour so I turned on the spot, his hand holding mine above my head, and fell into his chest, his arms around my waist, mine around his neck. And I couldn't help myself, I was laughing.

"We'll just have to change your mind about Briggs then won't we?" His breath was cool against my ear, making me shiver and my knees go weak.

I could feel my heart pounding my head was screaming that he was going to kiss me. Sure, I was laughing but I couldn't kiss Sirius. I couldn't.

But I really wanted too.

I spun away from him, laughing slightly too loudly, my smile slightly too bright.

Inside my heart was breaking.

"Gotcha!"

I smirked triumphantly.

He gaped at me.

I just wanted to get away from the guy I was falling for.

Cos now I knew what that squirming feeling was in my stomach.

'My only love has sprung from my only hate.'

Shakespeare didn't know how right he was.