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Evacuate The Dance Floor by thesinandthesinner
Chapter 3: The Jive Aint't My Vibe
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The weekend passed by without any major incidents (minus the standard chaos the Marauders usually caused) but no one was sent to the Hospital Wing this time.
Lea and Lily were hunched over their books in the library on Monday afternoon unbeknownst to them that the four golden boys of Hogwarts (well three golden boys and a tag a long) were sitting a few tables away and deep in the middle of what they deemed a serious conversation.
“So…you finally get her,” Sirius commented quietly as he sat back in his chair.
“Yeap. Kind of. More or less.” James looked at said girl with thoughtful eyes.
“Yeah right. C’mon Prongs, she barely even looks at you otherwise.” Remus snorted. He looked at his friend with a flat expression.
“Not true! She’s….amicable enough when we’re doing our Head Boy and Head Girl duties.”
Peter rolled his eyes and tried to focus on the essay topic before him. “Describe the Advantages and Disadvantages of Using Non Verbal Spells in Direct Combat.” Professor Longstreet always gave the toughest essay assignments in DADA. He shook his head. Maybe he could copy off Remus later on.
“You mean she tolerates you.” Sirius gave his mate a pointed look.
“No! One time we were patrolling the corridors after hours and we caught this one fifth year couple snogging out in the open and instead of offering my usual sarcastic, witty comment I was an adult and everything and reprimanded them. Maturely!”
“Really? And?” Remus asked dryly.
“And she smiled at me!”
Sirius gasped and clutched his hands together. “She smiled at you? Really? How many times?”
James slapped him three stooges style. “Shaddup. It’s progress.”
“Uh no offense, but she didn’t look exactly thrilled to be your dance partner.” Peter butted in.
He was met with a glare and he shrank back. “The point is, she doesn’t want me to curl up and die, like she did last year.” James announced.
“Yeah big deal.” His best friend waved a dismissive hand.
“Ok Mr. I’m-Awesome, how does it feel like to be paired up with the girl who broke your nose?” James taunted. Remus and Peter sniggered. Sirius furrowed his eyebrows.
“Hey, at least she likes me!”
James sputtered. “PA HA!” Even Remus looked at him incredulously. “Get real Padfoot. Lea fancies you as much as she fancies spiders buttered into her toast.”
He fell quiet for a long time. This troubled him. The very idea that a girl, with breasts and everything, could not like him, was well, absurd. Every girl liked him. Or at least most of them did. And those who didn’t, never really told it to his face! Normally this wouldn’t trouble him. He’d usually go to said girl and charm the skirts off her, take her out on a date to Hogsmeade, may or may not snog her and then usually, they’d be good.
At least, that’s what he did with the small 1% of the school’s female population who did happen to air their dislike for him. And that 1% had now turned to 0.5%.
For some reason though, it bothered him that Lea didn’t like him. He had always thought they were mates…more or less. In a strange way at least. He always thought her cool attitude towards him was just her personality. She was very enigmatic towards everyone and he automatically assumed that was just her nature.
He must have been quiet for a long time because James waved a hand in front of him. “Uhhh, earth to Padfoot? Padfoot do you read me?”
“Yeah. I’m still here.”
Remus gave him a sympathetic look. “Look mate, it’s not your fault. I think. This in fact, may be a good thing. You need to be taken a notch or two.”
Peter nodded. “He’s right. Even Prongs here has deflated his head a bit. I mean, c’mon, Lily smiles at him for Merlin’s sake.”
“You, my friend, have been served.”
“This is impossible. And I Sirius, Black, will conquer the impossible.” He hotly declared.
“And how, pray do tell me, plan to conquer the impossible? Rappel down the girl’s tower, break into her room and ravish her until she falls in love you?” Remus asked sarcastically.
“Hey, I only did that once. And Hestia fully agreed that it was a good move. She was impressed!”
“Yeah and when you told this James who was with Lily and Lea at the time, Lea looked at you as if you were the most pathetic thing on earth.”
“Well, I’ll get her to like me then!”
“What, you’ll imperio her?”
“Course not. I’ll do something…I’m just not sure yet.”
James looked at him with utter disbelief. “Face it Padfoot. This time, you don’t get the girl, and that’s that. Never in the last six years has she ever shown any interest to you.”
“No. The story is far from over. It’s just beginning. And it’s not like I like her. I just need to make her like me. Or at least not hate me.”
His mates looked at him. He looked at them back with a determined, cocky expression on his face. Sirius always got what he wanted. Sooner or later.