Thank You's- (I have to do these every so often or I feel like a stingy ungrateful bitch.)

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Assuming Crap and Drinking Coffee.

The streets of Hogsmeade slowly but surely became coated in a thick layer of snow, while witches and wizards hurried past, collars up, heads bent against the icy chill, stumbling over the cobbled stones, weighed down by their bags of Christmas shopping. Several shop owners stood outside their shops, shovelling paths through the snow to their doorways. A rowdy group of goblins stomped into the Three Broomsticks, chattering loudly about bets and the latest odds. Outside the pub, Madam Rosmerta stood by the windows; casting holly and mistletoe trails across the window- frames, and humming absently to herself, before casting a mildly disapproving look at the goblins.

Sirius wandered down the main street, not completely sure where he was going. On one hand, he desperately wanted to go to Madam Puddifoot's and find Anya, but then again, there was the furious stubbornness he had had since he was a small child, telling him not to be a pushover. But slowly, his resilience was waning. Lily had yelled at him so much, drilled into him what an idiot he was being so much, without realizing what he was doing, he found his feet dragging through the snow to the café at the corner.


Lily trooped back into the Three Broomsticks, feeling absolutely furious, but rather pleased with herself. James' head flew up from the bar and he nudged Remus, quickly. Remus span around and smiled to him self before sidling away back to their table with Peter. Once again, James blessed Remus for being so quick on the uptake. It balanced out Peter's… gormlessness. Lily glanced around, and spotted James. She toyed with the idea of ignoring him, but her conscience got the better of her, and she walked to the bar.

"Where'd you disappear to?" he asked in a would- be nonchalant voice.

"I just went and spoke to Sirius." She said coyly. "Tried to knock a bit of sense into him about this whole Anya thing."

"And?" asked James interestedly.

"I think it might've worked." She said quietly.

"What did you say to him?" he said bewildered. She twirled a lock or her hair round her finger.

"It's more what I did." She muttered, before looking up and facing him. "I slapped him."


Sirius stopped outside Madam Puddifoot's and stared through the main front window, trying to look as inconspicuous as possible. Several witches bumped into him stumbling through the snow, and muttered their apologies before hurrying away. He stood completely still for a while, before taking a deep breath and walking to the door.

A ridiculously high-pitched tinkle was set off the minute he pushed the door open, and he sighed as several customers turned around. He walked to the counter, and Madam Puddifoot smiled at him.

"Yes, my dear?"

"Coffee please. To… to take away." He muttered absently, before turning around and glancing across the whole café. His eyes fell on a table in the corner. He blinked a couple of times. Before Madam Puddifoot's voice broke through his bewilderment.

"Anything else? Sir, anything else?"

"No thanks," said Sirius, still distracted.

He payed for his coffee and hurried outside, stopping a little way from the café to collect his thoughts, the coffee burning his hands. He didn't understand what he'd just seen.

Anya hadn't been there. Simon had been sitting in the corner by himself, looking bored, and slightly irritated. But Anya hadn't been there. She hadn't met him. She wasn't with him. As this thought dawned on Sirius, he span around, and set off back to the pub, unsure what he was doing. So lost in his thoughts, he almost failed to notice the tiny figure, curled up on a bench nearby, trying to attract as little attention as possible. Sirius walked past, but did a quick, half- hearted double take.

He froze.

Dark chestnutty waves of hair, falling over the cream hood of an amazingly familiar coat. That was Anya. He'd recognise her anywhere. Yet another mental struggle took place, before he walked towards the bench…


"You slapped him?" said James incredulously.

Lily nodded. "And told him how stupid he's being." She added. "And how he's going to lose her if he's not careful."

"I thought he already had." Muttered James.

"Oh, no, no. Anya's not interested in Simon. It's just a jealousy technique."

James turned around, suddenly struck by an idea. "What? You think that kinda stuff works?"

"It can. But only as a last measure. I think you should try everything else first."



"Even getting them drunk?"


Sirius sat tentatively down at the other end of the bench, and swirled his untouched coffee, staring, as thought it would tell him what to say to break the tricky silence. He opened his mouth several times, and all he got was a bunch of snow on his tongue. He cast a sidelong glance at Anya, but she was still staring straight ahead. Actually, she hadn't moved since he'd sat down. Maybe she didn't know…

"I know you're here." She said quietly, still without turning around. "I'm not ignoring you, I just don't feel like talking right now."

He nodded, and sat back, still holding his coffee.

"You gonna drink that?"

He smiled to himself and handed the coffee to her straight away. She took it, but didn't bother drinking it either. She just held it, warming her hands. He watched her for a little longer.

"Don't you wanna go somewhere warmer?" he asked after a couple of minutes of watching her involuntary shivers. She shook her head.

"Do you?"

"No." he said a little too quickly. He said it as though he had something to add to his answer, but had bit it down, leaving the answer oddly unfinished. As though he had more to say to her, but just couldn't. He hoped silently she hadn't noticed, but he knew it was pointless. She noticed everything about him. It worked both ways.

She stared at the coffee cup and a tiny smile crept up on her.

"You went to Madam Puddifoot's?"

He shrugged. "Yeah," he said, waiting for a scathing or inquisitive reply.

She didn't say a word. She didn't really know what to say. Other than she was totally freezing, and had changed her mind about wanting to go somewhere warmer. And she wasn't going to say that.

Sirius cast yet another look at her, and shook his head hopelessly. She looked an absolute state. Her hair was straggly, soaking, and lightly sprinkled with snowflakes. Her cheeks were overly- red from the cold. As was her nose. She looked frozen. Her coat was wrapped tightly around her; her knees were drawn up on the bench, her face partly hidden by her scarf. He'd never seen her look so awful. But he still couldn't stop looking at her. It was ridiculous.


"James are you trying to get me drunk?" snapped Lily.

"For god's sake it was a joke!!" he said back, pacifying. "Keep your voice down!"

Lily stared at him. "I cannot believe you." She said finally. James gave an exasperated sigh.

"I was mucking about! Why do you always think the worst?"

"Why do you think?" she hissed back.

"I don't know Lily!" he snapped back. "Why don't you tell the ignorant sleazebag?"

Lily looked furious. "Why do I always think the worst of James Potter? Let's see, maybe because he's a dick!"

"You don't give people a chance do you? You make up your mind based on a couple of selective situations, and refuse to budge after that, no matter what! It's pathetic! Why are you so scared of changing your mind about people?"

"Oh come on!" she said, still struggling to lower her voice. "Scared of changing my mind?"

"Yes!" he said earnestly. "You can't bear the thought of being wrong about a person! Why don't you just accept you can't always be right the first time?"

Lily stared at him. "You're impossible!" she snapped, before huffing and stalking to a table where Remus was sitting. James turned back to the bar grinning satisfied, and muttering to himself.

"Oooh, good comeback Evans."


"You look dead." Said Sirius.

"Thanks." She said, and he couldn't help laughing quietly.

"You need to go inside, you're freezing."

"I don't want to." She said simply. "It doesn't snow a lot." She set the now cold coffee onto the ground, and sat back on the bench, sighing, her breath starkly white against the air. He shook his head.

"You sure you don't wanna come inside?"


"You're mad."

"I've been told."



"I Know."


"I know. Lily told me."


"What did he actually say?" asked Remus, to a very irate Lily.

"He was just so… he got the wrong end of the stick, completely! He's so far off the mark, he, he's nowhere near the mark! …he cant even see the mark!"

Remus stared. James was incredibly good at winding Lily up, but somehow this time it was different. As though he had really touched a nerve.

"Yeah, but what's he actually done?" he asked again.

"Assumed a lot of crap." She said. "Which isn't true."

"You sure about that?" he asked shrewdly. She looked up at him.

"What do you mean by that?" she said cautiously.

"Well, you're getting pretty wound up about something, that isn't even true." He said serenely.

Lily didn't reply. Instead, she just looked over at the bar, where James was currently chatting up some fifth- year. She ignored the familiar twinge of jealousy, which had recently become more and more apparent, and turned back to Remus.

"He always winds me up. He's fucking brilliant at it."

Remus chuckled. "Yeah… Anya used to say that about Sirius… She still does actually."


"Lily told you what?" asked Anya.


"What's everything Sirius?"

"Why didn't you just tell me?"

"I promised."

"Yeah, but…"

"But nothing! I don't break promises!"

"But if you had just…"

"Broken my promise? I don't think so."

"But it's different."

"Why the hell is it different?" she asked incredulously, turning and facing him fully for the first time since he had sat down.


"Because what Sirius? Because it's you?"


She snorted. "That doesn't change anything." She said firmly. "It would still be breaking my promise."

"By telling me!"

"How does that make it different?"

"Because I fucking love you!!"

"Oh wow. Oh, that's really romantic Sirius."

"Well at least you know I mean it!" he yelled.

"Why is it every time we talk we end up shouting?" she snapped back.

He sighed exasperatedly. "You're fucking impossible to talk to, you know that?"

"Yeah, you tell me enough. It's my fault. As usual."

"Oh shut up."

"Don't be so fucking rude!" she snapped, suddenly standing up.

"Oh for fuck's sake, where are you going?"

"Away! Why the hell were you here anyway?"

"To keep you company! I wont bother in future."

"Oh wow, ouch… that hurt… NOT!"

Sirius watched her spin around and stumble through the snow. She was so immature it beggared belief. No one else would put up with it. No one else would be able to row with her like that. Wind her up like that. No one else would provoke that kind of reaction from such a normally demure person. No one else could do it…


"He's nice… once you get to know him, I suppose. When he's not putting on an act."

"Exactly. We see that every day. We see the arrogant, annoying James. But we see him when he's not acting. You're better off giving him a chance. He likes you so much." Remus looked at her seriously. "He really likes you Lily."

Lily sighed. "Yeah, but…"

"But what?"




Anya's figure was becoming smaller and smaller, until Sirius finally jumped up from the seat and stumbled through the ankle deep snow.

"ANYA!" he yelled, trying to catch up with her as quickly as possible. She didn't even register she had heard him; instead she continued to walk through the snow as fast as possible, absolutely furious.


She still didn't stop, and Sirius found himself cursing her for being so stubborn. He sped up even more, until he was almost level with her…

"ANY- oof!"

Sirius had gone to grab her arm, and in doing so had tripped in the now ridiculously deep snow, falling down and bringing her with him. She yelled as she fell, landing half underneath him, her elbow digging into his stomach.


Sirius spluttered as the snow flew into his mouth before propping himself up above her, and replying furiously. "Well, if you had stopped when I had called you this wouldn't have happened, would it?"

"Why the hell did you jump on me!?"

"I didn't jump on you! I fell over!!"

Anya lay perfectly still for a moment, the only sound Sirius could hear her shallow breathing… Then she began laughing hysterically.

Sirius watched her for a moment, before spluttering himself, and falling back onto her laughing fully now.

"You fell over?" she spluttered, fighting for breath. "You FELL OVER??"

"Yes! I fell over!"

She stopped laughing a little, and pushed him slightly, so he propped himself back up, lying over her. "You are such a dick."

"It's really hard to walk through the snow!"

"Well I was managing ok!" she said, still laughing a little.

"Well I tripped on something!"

"Tripped on what? The snow??"

Both of them began to laugh stupidly again, gasping for air, unable to move. Sirius struggled for a while before propping himself up on his elbows again. Anya fidgeted slightly underneath him, before freezing.

"What? What is it?"

She shook her head. "Nothing." She said quietly before leaning up and kissing him lightly on the lips, for no more than a second. She fell back in the snow, and watched his expression, which had become oddly closed.


He didn't give any indication he had heard her apology. Instead, he leant over and kissed her firmly on the lips, coaxing her lips apart. The snow was soaking into her back, and she pushed him over, so she was on top, running her hands through his hair. He wrapped his arms around her waist quickly, and deepened the kiss, ignoring the fact he was getting completely drenched. All of a sudden, he wasn't so cold anymore.

"Oh, don't mind me."

They pulled away quickly, and looked up to see who the speaker was…

A/N- mwahahaha! I always do that don't I? Leave updates for ages, then end on a cliffy. OMG I'm such a bitch! Anyway, can u plz review?