Full Summary: She’s a studious, rule-following, prim-and-proper, always-doing-what’s-right, needs-to-let-her-hair-down model student. He’s an arrogant, self-centered, trouble-making, never-can-get-enough-of-himself, infuriating pig. When Avin and Sirius Black meet, it’s hate at first sight…or is it?

Author’s Note: This is a story I’ve been working with another fellow authoress, unfortunately, I haven’t heard from her for some time. So instead of letting this story go “unread” I’m presenting it here. Since there’s more than ten chapter that’s already been written, there's no worry of "running to an end" - as of yet ;)

As for to the story itself, we’ve tried to veer away from the usual Sirius-likes-girl/girl-hates-Sirius cliché by adding a certain twist: Sirius finds the OC, Avin, to be just as infuriating as she does him, if not more! And let’s not forget the fact that he finds himself falling for Avin’s best friend…

All parts in Avin’s POV are written by me (Noc007).

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Chapter One

Routines

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I don’t get it, I just don’t. How could one single person have such an effect on a large percentage of girls in this school? What exactly am I talking about? I’m talking about the fact that Eve, my best friend in the last five years in Hogwarts, is accompanying me to Professor McGonagall’s class only to tell me about the little encounter she had with this person.

“Oh you should have seen him!” she practically squealed. “He’s so better looking up close...”

“Eve, you are sounding like such an idiot!” I finally exclaimed as I stepped in front of her, only to have her practically crash into me. “Just stop it!”

She stared at me for a second or two before speaking. “But he’s Sirius Black,” she replied meekly.

I groaned. “You weren’t like this before this majestic person spoke to you,” I said. “Now look at you; where’s the Ravenclaw smartness that you are proud of?”

“Okay, fine. I’m sorry for bothering with such news,” she said; I could finally see she was getting back to her old self… “But really, wouldn’t you have felt the same way if he talked to you?”

I scoffed at this. “He’s just a good-looking person with no brains whatsoever. I don’t see why I should go mad over that,” I said as I continued my way towards the classroom.

“Gotcha, so I should see you in the common room then?” she called out, apparently not following me.

“As usual,” I replied before stepping inside of Professor McGonagall’s classroom.

The reason why I was in such a hurry (well, not too much of a hurry) to arrive to McGonagall’s classroom was that she had personally requested me to be there before a certain time. I didn’t know why, but I didn’t see that it was my business to ask.

“I was beginning to think that you weren’t going to come,” I heard McGonagall say from the back of the classroom.

I turned to see her carrying three large books in her arms and a stack of parchments with the other. Apparently, she was busy — but that’s the reason I came.

“Will you please start correcting these papers?” she said, handing me the stack of parchments. “I’m trusting you enough that your intelligence will come to play when grading them,” she said as she walked past me towards her desk.

I looked down at the first parchment and could clearly see why she would say something like that, for what I was holding was a stack of the first years’ quizzes.

“In any case, the answers that belong to those quizzes are on top of my desk,” she said as she placed the books she was holding in one of the desks before walking towards the door. “There’s a staff meeting in three minutes and I need to get going; I’m going to have to leave you to keep watch over the two students who’ll be coming for detention.”

I must have really looked shocked or something when she said this, for she then followed to explain the simple procedure of detention: I was to do nothing. They knew what to do, therefore, there should be no problem whatsoever.

After McGonagall had left for the meeting, I began correcting the quizzes on one of the desks in the front row.

Why was I doing this? Well, I found it to be quite helpful and not to mention fun as well. Besides, there’s nothing much to do around Hogwarts besides homework or chatting about with friends and/or flirting with guys, which I absolutely find ridiculous. Of course, Eve doesn’t think of it that way but this is me, which she obviously accepts or is tolerant with my way of thinking. Either way, I’m doing this for me and for no one else. After all, it is always good to have recommendations from professors when studying for a career.

I was already on my fifth quiz when I then heard the door of the room open and knew it was them. So I casually looked over to see whom they where, only to see that it was none other then the boy all girls are fawning over and his friend: Sirius Black and James Potter.

Just great, out of all days, I had to be alone with them. Well, it is detention, so nothing should happen.

“Boys,” James Potter said, throwing himself into the empty spot on the couch beside me, “I don’t think we’ve met our quota this week.”

Remus Lupin didn’t even look up from the book he was reading as he sighed, “And what quota would that be, dare I ask?”

James cast a crooked grin in my direction. “Our detention quota, of course! It’s already Thursday and we have not landed ourselves in one single detention!” He looked thoroughly ashamed of the fact. I could sympathize with the poor bloke.

“‘We’ being you and Sirius,” replied Remus. “Though it seems foolish to you, there are actually some of us in this building that appreciate our education and don’t want to ruin our chances of actually getting out of here with decent grades and in seven years.”

I had to chuckle at that. I kicked my feet up on the table in front of me and ran my hands through my dark hair. “Are you suggesting that James and I are flunkees?” I feigned shock and hurt at the very thought. “However annoyed with us the teachers may be, I know for fact that often times their teacher lounge discussions lead to how brilliant and clever James Potter and Sirius Black are, and that they have great potential — ”

“ — if only they’d shape up,” James and I chorused, breaking out into a fit of snickers.

Remus rolled his eyes and said dryly, “But why on earth would you want to do a silly thing like that?”

“Aw, buck up, Moony ol’ pal!” I got out of my relaxed position and squeezed myself into the spot beside Remus. I plucked the book from his hands and tossed it behind the couch. “The ladies will notice you eventually. Maybe if you took a leaf out of mine and James’s book...” I pushed him back down again as he stood to retrieve his tossed story. “You and Pete should both try it. Take a trip on the wild side...be daring!”

“Besides, the ladies like ’em bad.” James came up on Remus’s other side. The boy in the middle attempted his best to look like a poor, caged animal.

“Don’t they ever. Now come on James; let’s wreak havoc.” I stood and stretched. “Last chance, Remus. You can still come with us if you like.” Already anticipating his response, I picked up his book and dropped it in his lap. Before even a word left his mouth I crowed in a sing-song voice, “Suit yourself.”

Out in the corridors, James and I discussed the many ways to land ourselves instant detention.

“Dungbombs?”

“Unoriginal.”

“Toads in McGonagall’s desk?”

“Below our standards.”

“Let some of Professor Kettleburn’s grindylows loose in the school?”

“Nah, if someone gets hurt, we’d be risking expulsion.”

“What about Snivelly?”

“Good looking.”

James held out his hand and caught me in the chest. “What?” he screamed, looking as though he might loose his lunch at any moment.

“Her,” I said, unconcerned. “She’s pretty good looking.”

James followed the direction I was staring. “Oh...” he panted. “You scared me there for a moment, buddy.”

A girl in Ravenclaw robes was walking the opposite direction as us in the halls. With a quick glance at my reflection in a nearby window, I strode toward her, all confidence and poise. I flashed her a winning smile. “Hey there.” Nice and smooth. “What’s your name?”

She began to twist her blue and silver striped tie with her fingers. She ducked her head and her sandy hair covered her soft eyes. “H-hi Sirius. I’m Eve.” She looked up again, all smiles. Not bad looking at all, I thought approvingly, not bad looking at all...

“Well Eve, me and James here” — I grabbed James by the elbow and pulled him to my side — “were just looking for a way to stir up the place a bit. But we’re stumped, you see, and we need a suggestion.”

Eve looked genuinely surprised. Her thin, pale eyebrows were raised. “And — and you’re asking me?”

I shrugged. “And why not? You’re a clever Ravenclaw. Surely there have got to be some brilliant ideas within that pretty little head of yours.” I reached out a hand and gently tugged a few strands of her hair.

Sometimes it pays to be cautious around Ravenclaws. They, more than any other house, are sometimes wary of mine and James’s flirting. But Eve seemed more than pleased. Flirtatiousness glittered in her ice-colored eyes as she crossed her arms over her chest and chewed her lower lip thoughtfully. “Well...” she said after a moment. “Is there anyone you particularly dislike?”

James and I shared a devilish glance. “Is there ever!” he exclaimed, thinking, of course, of Severus Snape, a.k.a. Snivelly.

Eve’s grin widened. “Well, you didn’t hear it from me, but I think something he might dread is being locked in the girls’ loo.”

With a shout, I clapped her on the back. I had to be gentle about it, of course; girls, for some reason, aren’t too big on the whole back slapping thing. “That’s perfect! What a blow to his pride!” I looked at James. “Let’s get to it! Precious minutes are ticking away. We’ve got to hurry if we want to squeeze our detention in today and get another one for tomorrow!”

As I expected, a certain amount of awe showed in Eve’s eyes regarding our blatant disrespect for authority. One would think that Remus and Pete would finally get the hint: Girls always fall for the bad boys!

“But remember,” she called after us as we dashed down the hall in search of Snivelly, “you didn’t hear it from me!”

Typical Ravenclaw. Not wanting to ruin a spotless record. But for those wistful blue eyes that were watching me, I was game to agree with anything. “Sure thing, Eve! The teachers will never torture your name outta me. See ya around!”

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“That was rich!” James exclaimed. “I will never forget the sound of his weak little fists pounding pathetically on the door. Priceless!”

The door to McGonagall’s classroom appeared at the end of the next hall as we turned the corner. “My ribs still hurt from laughing,” I confessed. McGonagall had deducted house points and shrieked until her face turned an interesting shade of purple, but it was all worth it. Snivelly wouldn’t be able to walk the halls for weeks without getting mocked. Oh yes, James and I had made sure there was an audience present.

James shoved open the door and prepared for our grand entrance. The brass knob collided with the wall and resulted in a crash that no one nearby could miss. We would have the attention of McGonagall, all right.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” James began in his deep announcer voice, right after spelling his wand to act as a microphone, “please put your hands together for Hogwarts’s resident Trouble Makers, the Detention Room Kings, the Makers of Mischief, the ones, the only...Siiiiiiiirius Black and Jaaaaaaames Potter!”

We strutted in to imaginary applause. I bent low to bow to McGonagall at her desk, only —

“You’re not McGonagall,” I said bluntly to the girl sitting at her desk. She looked to be about my age and was sporting Ravenclaw regalia. I didn’t even bother finishing my bow. “Who are you, and what are you doing in here?” I stopped suddenly and made a face. “Don’t tell me you’re here to baby-sit us?”

A/N: Reviews are always appreciated!