I tried to concentrate. Tried to. But Sirius won't let me. Not that he's doing anything noticably distracting. He's just sitting there, scratching his chin occasionally, tapping his fingers on the desk, blowing a hair from his face. The seconds ticked by, and I couldn't start my assignment. He absentmindedly ran a hand through his hair. His perfect, silky-to-the-touch hair. Not that I ever wanted to touch it. No, I have never harbored secret desires of touching Sirius Black's hair. Never. Ever. NEVER, I SAY! NEVER! He blew a hair out of his face again and I could feel his breath against my cheek. I shuddered, for no reason. And then I cracked.

"Could you stop doing that?!"

Sirius smiled. "I didn't know I distracted you, Minnie." He lightly traced a circle on the back of my hand with his finger and was pleased to see my reaction. That is, me yanking my hand away. He smiled and grasped my hand again, this time brushing his lips lightly against it. I frowned at him, but I felt my stomach lurch.

"Sirius! Cou-"

"Shh," he said, smirking, "this is a library Minns."

"Shut up," I muttered angrily.

"Yes, that's what I just told you to do."

--

For some reason, I found myself in Sirius' company more and more. And this time, he wasn't even stalking me. I was with him because...well, because...I'm not sure exactly.

--

So, I was sitting, scratching Padfoot's head when I saw Remus, James, and Peter come over, all looking completely bewildered. Remus looking more tired than usual today. I blinked.

"...Hey...?" Padfoot looked up at them, almost questioningly. Remus bent down to my level and motioned for Padfoot to walk over to him. Padfoot obeyed.

"Padfoot." He barked, and licked Remus' face. Like, all over Remus' face. Remus did not look amused. "Padfoot, what did we tell you about bothering girls?" If a dog can look insulted, Padfoot looked insulted. He stalked over to me and sat down on my lap, defiantly. James didn't say anything this whole time, just looked a bit curious. And Peter was standing there, confused. Maybe I should say something.

"Erm...so he's your...dog?"

They looked to each other, as if trying to explain.

"We adopted him," Remus started.

"Yeah," said James, "we found him on the grounds and decided to keep him."

"He likes to run around, so we let him out of the dormitory...all of the time," Peter added.

"And now here he is, bothering you. So, we're going to take him now and-"

"He's not bothering me," I blurted out. I kinda liked having Padfoot with me. He was...comforting. And fluffy. Comforting and fluffy. Like cotton candy. Except he pees. And cotton candy does not pee.

"Umm..." The boys looked at each other again, silently deciding what to do. James and Remus seemed to be arguing with their eyes, and Peter's were just following them, like a tennis match.

"Fine," said Remus, sourly, after about a minute or two of silent insistence on James' part. "Padfoot can stay. But he has to come home when the sun sets. I heard there are werewolves out on the grounds and tonight's a full moon." I quirked an eyebrow at Remus. Not because he seemed to be talking more to the dog than to me, but because of his emphasis on those certain words.

"Remus, are you...afraid of werewolves?"

He blinked. James and Peter seemed to be trying very hard not be break down laughing. And I was not understanding any of it.

"Sure," said James, grinning widely, "he cowers from werewolves. Can't stand the ugly sight of 'em," he snickered. Remus looked annoyed and jabbed James in the side with his elbow.

"Yes," he said in a flat tone, "I'm frightened of werewolves." Peter and James grinned broadly. Padfoot's tail was wagging.

--

So, it was another snow day and Sirius and I had made a habit out of getting up early on said snow days to throw snow at each other like wild beasts. It was fun. Especially that time when I shoved a chunk of ice down his pants. He got me for that one but it was so worth it.

Seven o'clock. Perfect. I set to work on my fort when I felt something cold collide against my neck. I turned around. There was Sirius, fort already set up complete with ready-made snowballs. That cheater. We'd made a silent pact. But of course, he was Sirius. Nothing was official unless you wrote it down. I grinned.

What ensued next would be known as the Chaotic Snow Day of Hogwarts. I believe the teachers still talk about it.

Well, it turns out one of Sirius' stalkers had decided to get up early in the morning to break into Gryffindor tower and watch him sleep. Halfway to the tower, she spotted him heading outside. She watched him from some bushes while he built a snow fort. Then, fifteen minutes later, I walk in, unable to see Sirius because he was hiding inside his fort. He bursts out, throws a snowball at me, and I attack him back and we're both rolling in the snow, laughing our heads off. We play around for another hour and a half while rabid Sirius fangirls gather in the bushes, some with binoculars. And those are the mildly scary ones. It was when I almost fell, and Sirius caught me, that sent them off the edge. They ran at me, angrily screaming their heads off and I stood there, eyes wide, and completely glued to the ground. Sirius saved me. By stepping in front of me. And they all stopped. Like, immediately. And started to fix their hair. Seriously. Siriusly.

"Alright, alright," he said, "calm down." The girls only got more frantic in their last minute hair-brushing. "I realize that with the rumors, you all are--" And then, failing to make themselves look any better, they sabotaged someone else's look. They started scratching each other with their extremely sharp and manicured nails. And, when Sirius and I tried to sneak past them, they saw. Sirius grabbed my hand and we ran, the fastest we possibly could, into the castle.

"Where are we going?" I yelled over the noise of the fangirls pursuing us (or him, really).

"Just trust me!" he yelled back.

He led us past the Great Hall, turned a few corners and ran straight into...wait, who was that?

"REGULUS!"

Right. Of course. He looks exactly like Sirius. Exactly.

"What?" he asked, looking annoyed. Sirius looked around. The screaming girls were just rounding the corner. He grabbed his brother's shoulders and turned him so that his back faced the fangirls. "Stay like that!" he yelled, grabbed my hand again, and we were off. Regulus was attacked by fangirls. That thought he was Sirius. I feel bad for him. For the next several hours, angry, insane girls turned the castle upside-down searching for one Mr. Black. And it wasn't Regulus. We hid in the kitchens. Sirius said it was a Marauder secret and I wasn't supposed to tell anyone. I wouldn't have anyway.

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A/N: Ah, fangirls. Heh. Regulus. :D