A/N: Yes, this really is Amelia publishing her first Harry Potter fanfiction. Basically, I got inspiration for a Sirius/OC one-shot when I was on Tumblr and saw a post about Harry describing kissing Ginny and how it was "better than firewhiskey". So read and review ok :) (it's a lot of dialogue, I know and I apologize)

Warning: There's some swearing... if you don't like that then oops.

Rachel Fredricks was sitting in the crowded Three Broomsticks with her fellow sixth years and friends Lily Evans and Dorcas Meadowes, the three of them patiently waiting for their other friend Marlene McKinnon to haul her bum to the bar already so they could all go to Honeydukes.

Though, in all honesty, the girls already knew there was no point in waiting, because Marlene was not "waiting" with the Ravenclaw a year ahead of them.

"Let's just order something," Rachel suggested. "You woke me up at five in the morning because you couldn't decide what to wear, so you owe me."

"I didn't wake you up," Dorcas said. "My cat did." She ordered three firewhiskeys anyways.

"Yeah," Rachel replied. "Lily and Sniffles the cat ruined my soundless sleep. The situation is that much better."

"It was an important matter," Lily defended.

"Lily, you should know this by now, but I'll tell it to you again," Rachel started. "At five in the morning, nothing is important. I could have You-Know-Who creepily looming over me and I still wouldn't give a rat's ass."

Dorcas rolled her eyes. "You wouldn't care because you wouldn't notice. Sniffles was on you for twenty minutes before you finally woke up."

"And?" Rachel asked. "Are you jealous of my sleeping abilities?"

Lily snorted. "The only reason you sleep like a hibernating bear is because you stay up until three in the morning," she said. "You don't have a boyfriend, you have no excuse to stay up that late."

"You don't have a boyfriend," Rachel stated.

"I don't stay up until three in the morning either," Lily replied.

"… Touché."

"Well, hey Lily," Dorcas started. "What if there's something good ol' Rachel isn't telling us? What if she does have a boyfriend?"

This time, it was Rachel's turn to snort. "Right, sure I do, Dorcas," she said. "Need I go through the list again?"

"Well, don't go saying no one would date you!" Dorcas exclaimed. "You know that's not true."

"I don't particularly care," Rachel replied. "I'm just not interested."

"And the boys at this school aren't of particular attractiveness," Lily supported. "Potter being the worst."

"No one mentioned James, Lily," Rachel said with a small smile on her face.

"I did," Lily replied smartly.

Rachel smirked evilly, "Exactly."

Lily rolled her eyes, but even in the dim light of the Three Broomsticks, Rachel saw her cheeks tint red. Rachel smiled a bit at her success as the three mugs of firewhiskey they had ordered earlier appeared in front of them.

"Anyways," Rachel started. "Back to Lily's point, there really aren't any fit boys in this school. Not even any particularly bright."

"Well, if we're talking about looks, there's always Sirius Black," Dorcas mentioned quietly, already fully aware of the oncoming storm.

"Oh, don't you even get me started on Black," Rachel said. She shook her head harshly and took a strong sip of her firewhiskey. "That twat threw my book bag in the lake and planted doxies on my bed curtains. If I even see or hear mere mention of him…"

"I'm just saying he is attractive," Dorcas said. "And, according to most of the female population of this school, a great snogger."

"Next joke please," Rachel scoffed. "Do you honestly believe everything that comes out of these girls' mouths? And—"

"Including the size of—"

"—honestly, how good of a snogger can he be?" Rachel finished.

"Oh, you'd flip a table or something if I told you what Irene Thatcher told me," Dorcas said quickly. "You honestly wouldn't be able to handle it."

Rachel rolled her eyes and laughed. "Oh please, you're acting as if it's the end of the world," she said. "Come on, try me."

Dorcas hesitated before sighing and saying, "Irene got back one night looking like she just got mauled by a bear and—"

"Mauled by a bear, such talent at snogging," Rachel commented sarcastically. Dorcas glared at her. "Yes, do go on."

"Anyways, I was the only one up and she just stumbled up to me with this huge smile on her face and said 'I just snogged Sirius Black in a broom closet,'" Dorcas said. "Which, personally, is not as far as Gertrude Miller got, but moving on. I played along and asked her how it was and she said, word for word, 'it was better than firewhiskey'."

That was enough to make Rachel choke on her own firewhiskey.

"I told you you couldn't handle it," Dorcas said smugly.

"I'm sorry to break it to you, but Irene is stretching the truth here," Rachel said once she regained her breathing. "Nothing is better than firewhiskey."

"Does it bother you that you haven't snogged him?"

"Oh, please—"

"Or that something could be better than firewhiskey?"

"Shut it!" Lily exclaimed. "We'll figure this out when Marlene gets here. She snogged him, right?"

"Well… yes, last year," Dorcas said simply. She gave Rachel a challenging look. "Problem with that?"

Rachel returned the look. "No, of course not."

They sat in silence and, in her bout of anger, Rachel even ordered a second mug of firewhiskey. She was going to regret the decision the next morning, but for now, she didn't really care. Fortunately, Marlene did eventually arrive, clothes and hair askew. Just as expected.

"So, now that you are here," Rachel drawled in her drunken state. "We need to ask you something."

Marlene raised her eyebrows and smiled slightly as she sat down at the table. Dorcas watched with anticipation and Lily bit her lip nervously.

"Is that twat of a human being, Black, a good snogger?" Rachel asked clumsily.

Marlene looked taken aback, but not phased. She was always the cool, calm, and collected one. "What brought on this topic?"

Rachel clumsily gestured towards Dorcas. "Ms. Meadowes over here says that Thatcher told her that Black is a mighty good snogger. Better than firewhiskey, she says."

"Well, I wouldn't say better than firewhiskey," Marlene replied. "He's fit, and it was one of the best snogs of my life, but not better than firewhiskey. Nothing's better than firewhiskey."

"Ha!" Rachel exclaimed loudly, causing Dorcas to jump in her seat. "He's not better than firewhiskey. So, in concluding—"

"Conclusion," Lily interrupted.

"Yes, thank you Lily," Rachel said. "In conclusion, he may be fit, but he's as dumb as a post and his snogs are not better than firewhiskey," Rachel finalized. She paused for a second and then frowned. "Wait a second, what exactly were you trying to prove?"

Dorcas smiled slyly. Whenever she did that, Rachel thought she could be a Slytherin. "Well, I brought Black up because you said you weren't interested in anyone," Dorcas started. "And, personally, you and Black would fit like a wick and a flame."

Rachel choked on her firewhiskey, for the second time that day.

"What did you just say?" she asked sharply.

"Dorcas is right," Marlene spoke out suddenly. "You both are a lot alike."

Rachel turned to Lily in desperation. Lily bit her lip nervously. "I'm no good at lying," she said.

Rachel groaned in frustration and let her head fall on the table. She couldn't believe she had wasted all that time to find out how good of a snogger Black was, only to have her friends tell her that they think her and Black would "work". And she was drunk. How about no.

And it's not like she actually believe he was a good snogger.

Or even looked fit.

Because that would be just plain ridiculous.

"I'm going for a stroll," Rachel mumbled as she stood up from her stool and stumbled out of the bar.

She walked around Hogsmeade for a while, not very steady on her feet. Most of her surroundings were either blurry or multiplied several times. Once she reached the Shrieking Shack, she decided to sit down on a nearby stump. She couldn't walk around drunk much longer. Rachel rubbed her cold hands against her face, trying to wake herself up. She gave up and looked up towards the forest behind the shack.

And that was when the snowball hit her.

Straight in the face.

She yelped loudly as she fell backwards, her back taking most of the damage, and rolled of the stump until she was lying face-first in the snow. She angrily scrambled up, but she stood up too quickly and immediately got dizzy and started to fall again. Except this time she was suspended in midair.

Rachel yelped once more and jumped away, stumbling a bit and almost tripping over her own feet. She tried to blink out her drunkenness. The air before her shifted to reveal a smirking Sirius Black. Her confusion quickly boiled to a flashing hot anger.

"You swine!" she shrieked. She charged forward and pushed him with each insult, "You twat, scoundrel, and arrogant bastard!"

Sirius laughed loudly, only making Rachel angrier.

"What do you find so funny?" she demanded. "You've caused enough damage to me this week and you try to ambush me like a six year-old when I can't even see straight!" Her words were meant to come out sharp, but because of her drunken state they came out quite slurred.

Sirius cocked an eyebrow and smirked. "Someone's drunk, I see," he said. "And if you really must know, I enjoy knowing that I can make you angry so easily."

"Oh, please, don't patronize me," Rachel sneered. "I can smell the firewhiskey on your breath from right over here."

"Ah, but I'm not drunk," Sirius gloated.

Rachel eyed him carefully before retorting, "Fuck you, Black."

"Stingy, I see," he remarked.

"Always, when it concerns you."

"Oh, well, I guess I'll leave you then and I won't tell you why I decided to 'ambush you like a six year-old'."

Rachel didn't reply. Her face showed no emotion. Sirius turned to leave. Rachel bit her lip. Her curiosity always came back and bit her in the ass. She rolled her eyes and sighed as she said, "Well, what is it, you chav."

Sirius turned around with a mischievous smile and walked back, taking his sweet time. He walked back slowly, and when he reached Rachel, he pulled out a cigarette. Rachel felt her anger bubbling again.

She slapped his hand and the stupid thing fell in the snow, "I hate smoking," she said.

"Aw, but that's why I was doing it, love," he replied, that stupid smirk still clouding his face.

Rachel glared at him. "Just say what you have to say, you sodding idiot."

Sirius smirked and leaned in close to her. He was so close she could see that his eyes were truly grey, not black, as she previously believed. She could see every wrinkle of stress in his forehead. Rachel tensed up.

"Marlene has a bit of a big mouth," he whispered. She could feel the smell of firewhiskey on his breath as he spoke, but the realization of what he said came much more quickly than his alcohol breath.

Her eyes widened as she stumbled back and muttered a low, "Fuck off," before turning and walking away.

This was not good. She could already imagine the rumors tomorrow. Rachel the Slag tried to jump the infamous Sirius Black. She hated him. Why would he be so cruel to her?

That's when her left arm was yanked, she was spun around, and Sirius' warm lips found hers.

It was nothing like she expected. She expected him to be sloppy and rough. When Sirius Black chose his girls, Rachel was sure he didn't bother with quality, mostly because a lot of them were easy. But he was the exact opposite. It was an unbelievably gentle kiss from the prime Beater of the Gryffindor team. Gentle, but firm and sure. And so amazing that it felt like there were little sparks of electricity dancing along her lips.

And, as much as she hated to admit it, it was much better than firewhiskey.

And he was quite fit too.

A/N: Yeah, it's terrible. For the record, they're all sixth years and all in Gryffindor :)

-Any grammar issues?
-If there are any Whovians out there... spot the Doctor Who reference ;)
-My friend Rachel actually forced me to make her the OC... How was the character? (the real person is truly amazing, I guarantee)
-Favourite part? Least favourite part? Anything you hated?

Amelia :) xx