Disclaimer: If you think that I own Harry Potter, you're seriously dellusional. If I think I own Harry Potter (or if I tell people I do), well then...heehee...I get to go back to the Funny Farm. :) Oh, P.S. I don't own that line from "Romeo and Juliet," nor do I own the bit from Pretty in Pink at the end, if you can spot either of them.
A/N: Yet another Ship List fic. If you don't know what ship list is, please see the author's note of my other SL fic, The Only One He Ever Loved.
Sirius dragged his feet down the hall. James was going to ask Lily out again today. What if she said yes this time? What then? James had asked 73 1/2 times in the past 6 years. What if 74th (1/2) time was a charm? Then where would he be? But Sirius could never tell James this, that would be betrayal. Tease, yes. Blackmail, maybe. But never betrayal. That's something weasles and rats do, like Snivellus and his crowd. Besides, dogs are often described as loyal, right?
But I'm not his pet, I'm his friend, Sirius thought. And Sirius Q. Black is NOT house-broken. He thought about this statement and how it would relate to his dog self. Wait a minute... Just then, James came plodding up to him.
"How'd it go, mate? 74th 1/2 time the charm?"
"What's wrong with me, Padfoot?" James slid down the wall and Sirius knelt next to him. "What do all those other blokes got that I don't?" He shrugged.
"Dunno." Maybe a deflated ego and a more than microscopic grade point average!
"I mean, what does it take to impress this girl!"
"Have you tried not trying to impress her?" James laughed.
"Now that's just crazy, Padfoot!" He shrugged again.
"I dunno, Prongs. Seems to work fine for the other guys."
"But what happened to them? All dead ends."
"How 'bout you impress her by not trying to impress her?"
"You know, be so down-to-Earth and blended-in that she'll notice you're not trying to impress her." What was he doing! We've gone into a death spiral! Pull up! Pull up!
"That's a great idea! Not! If I blend in, I'll just...blend in! And James Potter does not blend in!"
"Kay, Prongs." Somewhere between "not" and "if," Sirius had slipped into his own world of fantasies. A world with nothing but Lily and him. No James, no other guys, just they two. Alone forever. Forever sounded so appealing right now. Usually the thought of eternity frightened Sirius, but when it was eternity with Lily, it wasn't so bad. Even if it was the center of Hell, if it was with Lily, it might as well be a balmy summer's day.
"Padfoot? Sirius Black!" James yelled into his ear. Sirius snapped out of his daydreams with a jerk.
"Daydreaming about Juliana again?" James smiled wryly. Sirius nodded vaguely.
"Juliana, yeah. Right." Was he daft? He hadn't liked Juliana since their second year, when she spread rumors that he and James were gay.
"It's just...I don't know, Padfoot. I don't know what it is about her. I just..."
"Want to hold her and never let go? You want to see her everyday, just to know that she wasn't just some pleasant dream. There's this feeling of such hopelessness whenever you look into her eyes. Like you're falling and there's nobody there at the bottom to catch you...except her. And you just want to feel her in your arms, just once, just to know that she knows you exist. For nothing can be ill if your lady is well." This was all true for Sirius. James looked at him oddly. "Well, I've heard you say it enough." This was not. He'd never heard James ay any of it, except the bit about holding her in his arms, but James could barely remember what he had for breakfast. For all he knew, he'd said it a million times.
"Right." James nodded, but didn't look as though he quite believed Sirius. "Padfoot, are you all right?"
"Yeah, Prongs. Never better. Why?"
"It wasn't Juliana, was it?" Sirius quickly checked his watch.
"Hey, Prongs, I gotta get to Potions. I'll see you later." He quickly turned and walked off, before James could see him turning red.
On his way down the corridor, he bumped quite hard into someone. He quickly got up and started helping her pick up her things. He recognized the name on one of the essays that had fallen out of her bag and his heart gave a little jump as he picked it up.
"I'm so sorry, I wasn't paying attention," he mumbled without looking up.
"Oh, it's entirely my fau-" she looked at him. "Oh." He looked at Lily, offended.
"What'd you mean, 'oh'?"
"Well, I'm terribly sorry for that, seeing as I can't ruddy well be anybody else, can I?" he snapped. "Who were you expecting, the Queen?"
"Well, there are other people I'd rather have hurtle into me," she shot back.
"I hurtled into you? Whatever happened to 'it's entirely my fault,' eh?"
"Yes, it was entirely your fault. Whatever did happen to that?"
"I was quoting you, Evans! And watch where your going next time, will you?" He pushed past her.
What was that about? Well, she ran into me. You called her Evans, you ponce! Well, what else would she expect? If you want her to like you, start by calling her by her first name. Well, I don't want her to like me, do I? I dunno, do you? Sirius stopped short and thought about this. Did he? No, he decided. That would definitely fall under the category of betrayal. And I'd die before I betrayed James. But... There was still that little nagging voice in the back of his head. But she's beutiful, smart, funny, everything I want. And everything you're not. Besides, after the way you've been treating her the past six years, it's amazing she still puts up with you. But that's exactly it, isn't it? She still puts up with me. And I want her to keep putting up with me. So...what exactly are you planning on doing? I'll go back and apologize. Without thinking, he turned around. All he saw was a flick of red hair dissappear around the corner, and then she was gone.
"Stupid," he said aloud. Apparently, this was loud enough for Lily to hear. She poked her head back around the corner.
"I beg your pardon?" He looked up quickly.
"Not you, Lily." She nodded in a satisfied sort of way, and started back the way she came. She then realized something and turned around again.
"You just called me Lily." Sirius realized what he said and, if she hadn't been standing right there, would've palmed his forehead.
"Well, that is your name, isn't it?" Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!
"Well, yeah. But...but you never call me Lily. It's always Evans, or something."
"So can't I call you Lily if I want? Isn't that what you want people to call you?"
"Yeah, but since when did you do what I wanted?" He shoved his hands into his pockets and shrugged.
"I wasn't doing what you wanted. I just felt like calling you Lily. Nice change of pace, if you know what I mean."
"You're a horrible liar, Sirius Black." His heart nearly stopped. He worked hard not to let any emotion show. This was the first person ever to catch him in a dead lie. Not even James had managed it.
"What makes you say that?"
"Your eyebrows raise slightly when your lying. They always have." He tried not to stare at her.
"And why would you waste your time trying to figure out a person's tell signs like that?"
"So you admit it. You were lying."
"I never said that. And you're avoiding the question! Why do you waste your valuble prefect time trying to figure out such miniscule things as tell signs?"
"Well, I've got to catch you and your friends at it somehow, don't I?" She bit the inside of her bottom lip. Sirius smiled slightly.
"You're not the only one who can see tell signs, you know." He turned around and began walking. "You might want to get to class." The bell rang as he pointed up to the clock. "Wouldn't want a black mark on your record, now, would we?
Ta da! Yes, Hannah, this is all I've got. NOTE: This is not a one-shot. Just the first chapter, cuz there's a bit of blockage on highway one in my brain. A 16-wheeler has tipped over, spilling mapel syrup all over the highway and causing the people who commute to the "plot" centre of the "fanfiction" centre of the "writing" centre of my brain to get stuck in a very large, gooey mess. I'll try to update as soon as I can. If you've never read anything by me before, be warned, I have notoriously long author's notes. Please R&R.