A/N Hello, everybody! I have returned with what will be a two-shot about Sirius and Marlene. It takes place in the Marauders Monday Magazine Verse, as you may or may not recall from the last chapter (assuming you have read the story) Sirius and Marlene get in a huge blow-up. If you have not read the story, you may want to do so to prevent confusion.

Thanks to All Reviewers (In Advance)!

Dedication: To all my fellow Sirius/Marlene fans. Merry Christmas! And Happy Holidays!

Disclaimer: I only own Marlene's siblings together with do I need a pen name. The song is Story of Us by Taylor Swift, which I definitely do not own.

"Marly, this is getting just a little bit ridiculous." Dorcas Meadows remarked to her best friend who was currently determinedly staring down at an ancient runes text book that was definitely upside down.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Marlene replied, still not looking up from her book.

"You have barely said three words to Sirius since your big blowup-"

"Blowups. Plural." Marlene replied tersely, finally removing her eyes from the book and huffing noisily in anger. "I refuse to be the one to apologize for this, Dorcas, I gave him another chance after the first incident, and then he had to go all Neanderthal on me again, as if I don't get enough of that as it is with my brothers, and maybe it wouldn't be so bad if he liked me. But he doesn't. And I'm tired of waiting around for him."

"So, instead you're going to throw away your friendship with your oldest friend, because the two of you are too stubborn for your own good?" Dorcas demanded.

"I need to go talk to Professor Kettleburn about an assignment." Marlene said abruptly.

"That's not an answer, Marlene." Dorcas said sternly.

"I'll see you later." Marlene answered determinedly not noticing the pair of gray eyes boring into her back from across the common room.

I used to think that one day we'd tell the story of us,
And how we met…

"Honestly, Sirius, you know I don't like to boss you around-"

Sirius gave his friend such a look of incredulity that James was forced to amend his statement.

"Well, at any rate, I don't like to talk about feelings," Which was true enough. "That's more Remus' thing, you know? But, I have to say that I think this fight you're having with Marlene is really just getting a tad ridiculous. No offense. But why don't you just go apologize or something."

"I'm not going to apologize for something that wasn't my fault." Sirius replied firmly. "I was just looking out for my friend, and the fact that she made this into some conspiracy where I'm trying to control her, doesn't make this my fault."

"Fine, whatever," James said with a shrug. "But don't come crying to me when you're upset because you aren't speaking to your oldest friend anymore (1)."

"Whatever. I don't even miss her." Sirius muttered.

James snorted in disbelief. "Keep telling yourself that. Do what you want, just don't let it affect my championship Quidditch Team, or I will end you, painfully."

"If you will excuse me, I have a date to be getting to." Sirius proclaimed as he rose from his seat.

"You're ridiculous."

"Can't hear you." Sirius yelled, already half way across the common room.

And how the sparks flew instantly
And people would say they're the lucky ones

"This is fun." Brevis Birch, a Gryffindor chaser, whispered to Marlene's oldest younger brother Marcas.

Marcas grimaced in response. "This reminds me of when they were eight and they got in a fight over the best Quidditch team. They didn't speak for two weeks, at least not directly."

"Max, would you be so good as to inform the open side beater, that I've seen six year old little girls with broken arms with better aim than him, and that if he wants to win he should really get that sorted out." Marlene called to her youngest brother.

"Marlene says that you hit worse than a six year old girl with a broken arm." Max informed Sirius brightly.

"Well, maybe if our blind side beater weren't playing as though she were actually BLIND, I wouldn't have to zip across the entire field trying to pick up the slack." Sirius shot back. "But I understand if she just isn't strong enough to hit the heavy ball, being so very petite and all."

"You son of a bitch." Marlene exclaimed zooming across the field on her broomstick.

"I never denied that," Sirius said with a smirk. "Is that your idea of an insult because it leaves something to be desired."

"Go dtachta na péisteoga do thóin bheagmhaitheasach (2)." Marlene spat back. "No, that is my idea of an insult."

Across the field Marcas and Maxwell looked half stunned and half on the verge of uncontrollable laughter. "Dude, you don't even want to know what she just said to you."

James seemed to finally snap out of whatever trance he had been in prior to this because he flew between them and gave them both his sternest I-am-Supreme-Dictator-of-Quidditch-and-I-Will-Actually-Disembowel-You-For-Interrupting-My-Practice-Glare, which would scare most people but didn't seem to faze either one of them. "That's enough. I am not going to have you two interrupting my practice, if you can't get along then get out."

James seemed to expect that they would sheepishly apologize or at the very least just remain silent, instead a heated 'fine,' burst out from both beaters and they descended to the ground and stormed out of the stadium.

"What are you all doing standing around?" James demanded of the remaining players. "Get back to work."

I used to know my place was the spot next to you,
Now I'm searching the room for an empty seat

Cause lately I don't even know what page you're on

-Marlene-

Ancient Runes was one of Marlene's favorite classes, or at least it used to be, out of their friend group only she and Sirius had opted to continue to the N.E.W.T. level, which was normally more than okay, because Marlene had a lot of fun working on translations with Sirius, which usually involved finding new and creative ways to tell Slytherins that their mothers were having affairs with the gardener. However, now that she and Sirius were not on speaking terms the class was looking to be a lot less fun.

"May I sit here?" Marlene asked quietly.

"You're not going to ask me about carrots again are you? (3)" Caradoc Dearborn asked warily.

"Cross my heart, hope to die, stick a Knarl's needle in my eye." Marlene promised.

Caradoc eyed her strangely, but nodded his acquiescence. "Is there any particular reason you're not sitting with Black?"

Marlene snuck a glance over her shoulder to where she knew Sirius was sitting, if she had looked a few seconds earlier she would have seen a vaguely hurt expression on his face, which had been quickly replaced with an obviously jealous glare. Instead of seeing either of these things she saw Sirius in the process of chatting up Emmeline Vance, laughing loudly at whatever it was she was saying to him.

-Sirius-

"You're looking especially lovely today, Vance," Sirius said bestowing his most charming smile on the Ravenclaw girl.

"Sod off (4)." Emmeline replied with a scowl turning back to the essay she had been reading over.

Sirius laughed loudly. "Oh, Vance, you slay me,"

"I wish I could." She said narrowing her eyes at him.

"You don't mean that," Sirius proclaimed easily. "You would be lost without me."

"I have an idea, why don't we try it; you disappear just as long as it takes me to miss you." Emmeline suggested hopefully.

"I could never allow you to go through so much torment." Sirius exclaimed chivalrously.

"I really wish you would."

-Marlene-

"We had a disagreement." Marlene replied after tearing her eyes away from Sirius and Emmeline.

"I can see that." Caradoc agreed. "About anything in particular? Because, I have to say I've never seen you guys not speak for this long."

"I spoke to him three days ago." Marlene replied.

"Oh, really?" Caradoc asked.

"Yes," Marlene confirmed. "I told him that I hoped worms choked his worthless behind."

Caradoc actually laughed at that. Across the room Sirius glared.

Needless to say, by the end of the lesson neither Sirius nor Marlene knew what they were supposed to have learned that day.

Oh, a simple complication,
Miscommunications lead to fallout,

"Hello, Marlene, may I sit down?" Remus requested politely. Marlene heaved a sheaf of books out of his way and gestured for him to sit.

"What brings you to my neck of the woods?" Marlene inquired. Ever since she and Sirius had gotten into a fight, Sirius had been keeping to one end of the common room, and Marlene to the other, while their friends went back and forth between them.

"I was just hoping to have a friendly chat," Remus replied innocently.

Marlene leaned back in her armchair and crossed her arms. "You were hoping you could convince me to make nice with him."

"He happens to be your oldest friend, Marlene," Remus countered sternly. "I can't even believe the two of you are fighting over something like this. Is pride more important than your friendship? Because I can promise that if you don't do something soon that's the only thing you are going to have left."

"He seems perfectly happy without me," Marlene replied, her face carefully blank.

"Is this about Ancient Runes?" Remus asked his eyes widening slightly in comprehension.

"You heard about that?"

"Yes, I did, and I get that you were probably hurt by whatever happened with Emmeline, but you know she can't stand Sirius."

"It doesn't matter," Marlene waved off his explanation. "If you'll excuse me, I have a date,"

"You two are without a doubt the most stubborn individuals I've ever met." Remus exclaimed.

"Look, Remus, I get that you're trying to help, but you don't need to, Sirius and I will either make up or we won't, and that's for us to figure out." Marlene answered as she rose from her chair. "Anyway, I really need to get going, I want to change before I meet Vernon."

Remus actually groaned aloud at that. "Of all people you're going out with him."

"I am not having this conversation with you," Marlene replied.

"You're just like Sirius, you know," Remus shot back.

"Can't hear you." Marlene called sprinting up the girl's staircase.

So many things that I wish you knew
So many walls up, I can't break through

"Hey, Dorcas you don't happen to know where Marlene is, do you?" Sirius asked shifting his weight nervously from one foot to the other as he wanted for a response from the blonde haired girl.

Dorcas looked uncomfortable. "It's like this-"

"She's with him, isn't she?" Sirius' face turned cold.

"Don't be like that Sirius," Dorcas began. "She misses you."

"Forget it." Sirius shook his head. "I have to go."

"Do you want me to tell her you were looking for her?" Dorcas asked hopefully.

"No." He turned on his heel and stormed out the portrait hole. Dorcas met her boyfriend's eyes across the room and exchanged a look of mutual grievance.

Now I'm standing alone in a crowded room
And we're not speaking

"That is the third time I called your name, Mr. Black, is it really that hard to pay attention?" Professor McGonagall question warily.

"I apologize; I was simply lost in your eyes." Sirius replied in his most charming tone.

The transfiguration professor was not amused. "Detention, Mr. Black and do try to pay attention."

James paused in his task of covertly flirting with his girlfriend just long enough to exchange a wince of sympathy with his best friend.

"Miss McKinnon, are you perhaps able to answer the question?" McGonagall asked directing her attention to where Marlene was sitting with Dorcas. Dorcas ordinarily sat next to Remus, but had been forced to give up sitting with her boyfriend after it became clear that Marlene and Sirius were no longer willing to sit next to each other.

"I'm sorry, what was the question again?" Marlene asked sheepishly.

"Is it honestly that difficult to pay attention to what I'm saying, or were the two of you out late last night pranking unsuspecting first years…again?" McGonagall looked expectantly from Sirius to Marlene and back again.

"Actually, she was busy making goo-goo eyes at Bludstrod last night," Sirius answered.

Marlene scowled. "How exactly is that any of your business?" She had turned bodily in her seat to stare back at him over Lily's head.

"Whatever. Do what you want. See if I care." Sirius replied.

"That's quite enough from the both of you. Miss McKinnon, you can join Mr. Black in detention for the next week. Eight o'clock."

And I'm dying to know
Is it killing you like it's killing me, yeah

Sirius Black was the kind of person who laughed at the idea of detention as a punishment. But this time sitting in an empty classroom alone with Marlene was making for agonizingly slow torture.

McGonagall had set them to writing an essay (five rolls of parchment) about why they should pay attention in class and why their personal business should not be a topic of discussion in class.

He peaked a glance at Marlene, she was twirling one of her curls around her index finger as she scribbled on her parchment, (literally probably scribbled, because she had atrocious handwriting). He remembers squinting at the notes she would pass him in class, and he misses his friend just that much more.

He wondered if she misses him too, or if she's happy with Bludstrod. He unconsciously tightens his hand around his quill and he hears an ominous snapping noise.

"Son of a bitch."

"Here," He never even saw her get up. "I have an extra one." She added handing him a new quill.

"Er, thanks."

She nods without meeting his eyes and retreats back to her seat.

They work in silence for the rest of the night.

And I don't know what to say since a twist of fate,
When it all broke down

"Where is Dorcas?" Marlene demanded.

"I think she and Remus went somewhere." James replied.

"I gave him my quill today," Marlene exclaimed.

"Uh, what?" It wasn't often that James Potter was confused, but at this moment he was.

"We were fucking best friends, and today I could barely hand him a quill,"

James' mouth formed a round 'O' of recognition. "You're talking about Sirius."

"Of course I am." Marlene replied staring at the bespectacled boy like he had four heads. "There we were sitting in detention, and all of a sudden he snaps his quill, and I give him mine, and do you know what he says?"

"Uh, no?"

"He says 'er, thanks,'" Marlene exclaims like it's a curse word.

"And, that's a bad thing?" James asks looking puzzled.

"Yes, it's a bad thing," Marlene snaps. "You don't know how hard it is, it's so hard,"

"Handing people quills?" James is honestly really confused at this point.

That was obviously the wrong thing to say because all of sudden she's crying, and James is standing there awkwardly patting the top of her head, with no idea what to do, fervently wishing that Dorcas, or Remus, or Lily, or really anyone besides him were here, because he was never any good at comforting crying people.

"Uh, what the fuck?" The newcomer looks from the crying Marlene to James and back again.

James never thought he had been so grateful to see another person in his entire life.

"Here, take her." He all but shoves the crying Marlene towards her brother and sprints for his dormitory. "See you later Marlene, Marcas."

And the story of us
Looks a lot like a tragedy now

When James gets to the dormitory, he finds Sirius sitting in the dark staring at the ceiling in silence.

"Are you alive?" He asks cautiously.

Sirius shoots him a poisonous glare that James decides to interpret as "yes," rather than the "what the hell have you been smoking," manner in which it was intended.

"You're not going to cry are you?"

"Seriously, James, are you drunk?" Sirius shoots back.

"No," James replies. "As it happens I just encountered a very distraught individual, and-"

"Mars is crying?"

"Who said that?" James counters.

"What's wrong with her?" Sirius asks. "Not that I care or anything."

"You're ridiculous."

"Just tell me why she was crying."

"I never said she was crying." James counters.

"Don't make me hurt you, Prongs."

"I don't even know," James finally said. "It had something to do with a quill."

"Are you sure you're not drunk?"

"Positive, although right about the time she started sobbing all over me, I wished I was." James responds. "Apparently, thanking a girl for a quill is a bad thing to do, you should really stop doing that, Padfoot."

"Fuck." Sirius curses. "I didn't mean to make her cry."

"I feel like I'm missing something here." James looks honestly confused about what exactly makes quills worth crying over. "What about a quill is so, uh, depressing?"

"It's not about the quill, James."

"I don't understand you people." James frowns.

"I'm tired of this, Prongs." Sirius admits. "I hate this, I hate fighting with her."

"Then stop." James says simply.

"It's not that easy."

"It really is," James replies. "Just go down there, march up to her, and tell her you're sorry."

"This wasn't all my fault." Sirius says stubbornly.

"Maybe not, but it was at least partially your fault, which means that there is no reason why you shouldn't apologize, and every reason why you should, starting with the fact that you do not want to throw away this friendship."

"I'm going to bed."

"You're an idiot."

"Can't hear you." Sirius calls through the now closed curtains.

Next chapter…

A/N Review!

Sirius and Marlene met at a Quidditch Match when they were six, the actual scene is in my story 'Dreaming with a Broken Heart.'

Go dtachta na péisteoga do thóin bheagmhaitheasach-May worms choke your worthless butt.

During first year in Charms class Marlene is partnered with Caradoc for cheering charms, and asks him whether he has ever fed carrots to a deer. This actual scene is in the story Si Fecisti Nega, If you did it deny it, by do I need a pen name and I, co-authored under the account SiRiUsLyInSiRiUsDeNiAl.

Emmeline has hated Sirius since that same charms class during first year.

Anyway, Merry Christmas, everyone! Next chapter will be up soon since I am on break until January 8th. :D