Chapter Three

I don't give a damn about my reputation,

I never said I wanted to improve my station,

And I'm only doing good while I'm having fun,

And I don't have to please no one,

And I don't give a damn about my bad reputation.

It was the morning of the first day of classes, and Evangeline was nowhere to be seen. Lily and Izzy had changed into their uniforms and left the dormitory, thinking that she was still asleep, due to her drapings being pulled shut. Usually, Evangeline would be one of the first students down to the Great Hall for breakfast, but not today. It wasn't long before the Marauders traipsed into the Great Hall, after Lily and Izzy, looking rather tired after their first night of pranks the evening before. The group of friends ate their breakfast quietly, due to fatigue, and wonder of where Evangeline could be, and why she was so late for breakfast. As their first class was drawing nearer, they had to finish breakfast, leave the Hall and disperse to class.

'Lily? Are you sure Angel was in the dormitory this morning?' Sirius asked the redhead inquisitively, as the group made their way towards their first class. He ran a hand through his thick, dark locks. 'It's not like her to miss breakfast – or be late for class, unless she's with us Marauders, of course, but that's different.'

Lily gave him an unsure glance. 'Well, the drapings were pulled around the bed, so I just assumed that she was still sleeping. And I didn't want to wake her because I knew she'd been doing late duty last night –'

'Late duty?' James asked, with his eyebrows furrowed confusedly. 'What the hell is that?'

'It's where you do Prefect Duty from ten to midnight, or after, it depends if there's trouble around the castle or not,' Remus answered, trying to stifle a yawn. 'It seems to me like Davies got Evie back for her little outburst in the Prefect Compartment yesterday by giving her late duty first night back. That's pretty evil if I must say – normally Head Boy and Girl do that.'

'What a bitch,' James stated, a glowering look overcoming his face.

'Well said, Potter. Well said,' a voice from behind them began. The Marauders spun around, recognising the contemptuous, arrogant tone immediately. 'That is, if you're talking about that beloved sister of yours, Potter.' A smug smirk dawned upon the face of the haughty Slytherin.

'Malfoy,' Sirius snarled. 'Where is she?'

'I'm afraid to say, I don't know, Black,' Malfoy informed them. He walked slowly towards them, until he was standing right in front of Sirius. He stared daringly into Sirius' eyes, the smug smirk never leaving his face. 'But I certainly do know where she was last night.' Malfoy wiggled his eyebrows suggestively; Sirius' jaw tensed as he glared angrily at the Slytherin. 'You see, Black, your girlfriend and I had a little … rendezvous … last night,' he said, brushing past Sirius' shoulder as he made his way past the Marauders. 'And yes, I forgot to mention...' He stopped and whispered, ' … she has very nice legs.'

Sirius snarled and lunged at Malfoy, but James and Remus quickly grabbed him. 'You better not have touched her, you bastard,' Sirius growled, pulling himself roughly out of James and Remus' grip, before shooting them a hostile look. He turned his attention back to Malfoy. 'See if you have – you'll find yourself no longer able to produce offspring,' he snarled, pointing his finger at the smarmy, blonde haired boy. 'Consider that a threat.'

'Oh, I'm so scared, Black,' Malfoy retorted sarcastically, sneering as Sirius attempted to refrain himself from lunging at him once more. Malfoy let out an imperious chuckle, and turned on his heel, leaving the Marauders watching him as he walked away. Suddenly, he stopped, and turned to face them once more, 'I'd keep an eye on that bitch of your's, Black. Wouldn't want her getting hurt now, would we?' He let out that same domineering laugh, before walking off down the corridor.

'That fucker – I'm going to bloody murder him,' Sirius swore angrily, diving his hand into the pocket of his robes and pulling out his wand. He stomped forwards, in the direction which Malfoy went. 'Wait til I give that bastard a piece of my mind. He won't be so fucking smarmy then, will he?'

'Padfoot – don't be stupid,' James said, pulling Sirius back. 'You know that's just what he wants. He just wants to get on your nerves 'coz he knows you'll react. C'mon mate, be the bigger man.'

Sirius stopped and stared incredulously at James. 'Who the hell are you and what have you done with James Potter?'

'I could say exactly the same thing,' Lily said, who was also staring at James in disbelief. 'Normally, you would be the one egging him on to go and hex the pants off Malfoy –'

'Does that mean you'll go out with me, Lilyflower?' James interrupted, immediately letting go of Sirius, and rushing to Lily's side with a dashing grin.

Lily wrinkled her nose. 'It most certainly does not. You have no chance,' she said, a repugnant expression dawning on her face. She narrowed her eyes before turning away from him. 'Now if you'll excuse me, I'm not being any later for class,' she said, striding past the Marauders. 'And Potter – ' she said, without stopping to look back, '– Don't ever call me that again.'

'She's so sexy when she's angry,' James sighed dreamily, and watched as Lily walked away.

Izzy rolled her eyes, and brushed past him, 'No wonder she hates you.'

James scowled, 'Don't say that! Everyone knows she's secretly in love with me.'

'Yeah, and Padfoot's the next Minister for Magic,' Remus snorted, following his girlfriend, leaving Sirius and James standing in the middle of the corridor.

'Oh, okay – leave me with Love Doctor over here,' Sirius called after them, nodding his head in James' direction. He shook his head at the state of his best friend, before grabbing him by the arm, pulling him out of his daydream and dragging him down the corridor. 'Seriously, mate, you're whipped and you're not even dating the poor girl!'

James sighed, a rather lovesick sigh. 'I can't help it! She has this – this thing about her that I really, really like. And, I don't know how to get her to like me! But, I'm convinced she does like me,but she's just hiding it – ' Sirius nodded, not believing James' theory at all, but he didn't think it would be best to make things worse by telling him the honest truth. '– And I think I know why she's hiding it.. because she's hated me forever! And, she's scared of changing that – even though she loves me now and everything – '

'Prongs?'

'Yes, Padfoot?'

'Shut the hell up.'

James groaned, 'You never listen to my problems.'

'Do you blame me? You're acting like a complete girl!' Sirius retorted. 'Anyway, Moony's the resident psychiatrist – moan about your problems to him. It's not like he's got anything else to do. I, on the other hand, am very busy these days –'

'Doing what exactly?' James asked skeptically. 'Molesting my sister?'

Sirius smirked, a suggestive expression etched on his face. 'Well, that and a few other things –' James shot him a look of disapproval '– I was joking! Jeez, take a chill pill!' Sirius exclaimed, rolling his eyes at James' protectiveness.

'Like hell you were joking, Padfoot. I've witnessed what you two are like with my very own eyes,' James replied darkly. 'And I don't ever want to see it again...' he said, looking into the distance, a slightly repulsed look on his face.

Sirius chuckled, 'We can't be that bad.'

James glanced at his best friend, and looked at him solemnly. 'Trust me, you are.'

'Well, just think – if your theory about Lily Evans is true – it'll be a matter of time before you become as close as Angel and me,' Sirius said, with a wily grin. It immediately faded as he watched James' eyes glaze over, and a thoughtful expression dawn upon his face. 'Oh God,' Sirius groaned, 'I shouldn't have said that – you'll wet yourself with excitement now... or worse.'

James snapped out of his daydream. 'Do you have no faith in me? I can contain myself perfectly well, thank you –'

'Oh really...?'

James shot him a questioning look.

'I seem to remember that time, last summer, at the b–'

'DON'T YOU DARE!' James shouted, glaring at Sirius, before glancing around and making sure that no one was behind them. 'I thought I told you not to tell anyone about that! You better not have, Padfoot!' Sirius couldn't contain his sly grin, but, did send an apologetic look towards his best friend. James gasped, 'Who did you tell? ... Oh, wait. You told Evangeline, didn't you?'

'You know what she's like, Prongs!' Sirius exclaimed. 'And she thought you were acting a bit suspicious...'

'I had to stand in the ocean for half an hour so no one would see and to try and deflate the problem, as you probably remember!' James hissed. 'And anyway, we were at the beach, so how is standing in the ocean suspicious?'

Sirius shrugged, 'I dunno.'

'I hate you,' James grumbled.

*~x~*

It was too bright, Evangeline thought. She could feel the sun shining onto her face through the gap in her drapings. It seemed like she had only got into bed half an hour ago, and she was rather unwilling to get up. Stupid, bloody Prefect duties. Ten more minutes, she thought, snuggling deep under the duvet covers, attempting to go back to sleep again. Though, it wasn't working, much to Evangeline's disappointment. She groaned, and kicked the duvet off. As she sprawled out on the bed, she slowly opened her eyes. It really was unusually bright for eight o'clock in the morning... and quiet. She slowly brought her wrist up to her face, so she could read the time on her watch.

Evangeline gasped, and shot out of bed, tripping over her bedsheets and landing on the floor with a thump.'Oh shit! Oh bollocks! It's bloody ten past nine!' she exclaimed, untangling herself from the sheets, clambering to her feet and running into the bathroom to wash.

Literally seconds later, Evangeline sped out of the bathroom, her face dripping wet. She sprinted towards the dresser where the girls uniforms were kept. As she pulled open the doors, the only uniform left was hers; she was extremely late. She quickly slipped out of her pyjamas, pulled her skirt on, then her socks, before slipping her feet into her shoes. After grabbing her shirt off its hanger, she put it on, although left it unbuttoned. She swung her tie around her neck, before grabbing her wand and putting it in one of the pockets in her robes. Pulling her robes off the hanger, she sprinted across the room, grabbing her bag on the way – luckily she had packed it the night before. Evangeline burst through the dormitory door and ran down the spiral stairs, taking two steps at a time – she was never late for Transfiguration – it was her favourite class! She dashed through the common room and swung the portrait open with such might that she thought it would come off its hinges. As she ran down the corridor, the Fat Lady's yells of protest could be heard in the distance. Evangeline sprinted down the corridors, to the stairwell, and ran down the stairs as quick as she could. Although, she felt the two months of no quidditch training was coming back to haunt her, as she found herself incredibly out of breath.

Finally, as she ran down the corridor, she could now see the door of her Transfiguration room. And without thinking, she burst into the room, swinging the door open. 'Sorry I'm late Professor. I – ' she stopped and stared into the room, realising that Professor McGonagall has been replaced with a blonde haired student. Evangeline scowled. 'What are you doing here? Where's Professor McGonagall?'

Portia Davies stared back at the rather … strange sight before her. Evangeline Potter looked a mess; her hair looked like a rats nest, she had bags under her eyes and she was barely dressed. 'Professor McGonagall is at a meeting and she informed me that she would be late for this class, so I took the liberty of supervising it for her. She was rather grateful for my offer. And, Miss Potter, perhaps you should dress yourself properly before coming to class,' she sneered; her nose wrinkled as she surveyed the girl standing in the doorway. There was a scattered chorus of wolf whistles and jeers.

Evangeline narrowed her eyes, before momentarily glancing down. Her eyes widened and she snapped her arms up to her chest. 'Oh bollocks,' she exclaimed quietly, as she quickly attempted to button her shirt up. Her fingers fumbled, and she skipped a few buttons. Growing aggravated, she gave up, and left her tie untied, before she walked towards her normal seat beside Sirius, ignoring the Head Girl, who was glaring dangerously at her.

'Your tie, Miss Potter,' Portia stated.

'Piss off. It's your fault I'm late anyway,' Evangeline snapped back, as she slouched into the seat beside Sirius. She continued to glare at the Head Girl as she took her books out of her bag and slammed them on the desk, creating an almighty noise. Then, she sat back in her chair, and crossed her arms, still staring angrily at Portia.

'I don't appreciate language like that, Miss Potter –'

'Well, I don't appreciate your existence.'

Portia Davies was livid. Her eyes were bulging, her facial expression was contorted into rage and the skin on her face was a hazardous shade of pink. 'Excuse me?' she screeched, staring at Evangeline like she was the daughter of the devil.

'You're excused,' Evangeline replied coolly. 'There's the door,' she said, gesturing across the room where the door was wide open. Beside her, Sirius was sniggering.

Portia Davies' rage was solely directed towards Evangeline. She uttered a strangled scream. 'YOU, POTTER, WILL BE LUCKY TO BE HERE TOMORROW IF I HAVE MY WAY! IS IT EXCLUSIVELY YOUR INTENTION TO MAKE MY LIFE HELL –'

'Not exactly, but it is rather enjoyable –'

'SHUT UP! I DID NOT ASK FOR YOUR OPINION –'

'But, you asked me a question. And I answered it. That's called being polite.'

'POLITE? YOU DON'T KNOW THE MEANING OF THE WORD, YOU INSOLENT, INSUFFERABLE, LITTLE BRAT! WHY ARE YOU SO – SO – SO IRRITATING –'

'Because I don't like you.'

'FIFTY POINTS FROM GRYFFINDOR!'

The class gasped; there was an outburst of fury from the Gryffindors. Evangeline gaped, and jumped to her feet in a blinded rage. Taking points from someone because of an opinion; how ludicrous! 'THAT'S HARDLY FAIR! I'M ENTITLED TO MY OWN OPINION!' she shouted angrily.

'Well... I don't like your opinion!' Portia hissed. 'I already know you have a bad reputation, Potter, but if you dare try to ruin mine by spreading lies to pathetic little friends, you'll pay for it. And I don't care how damned unhappy you are about it – '

'Miss Davies!' a bewildered Scottish voice exclaimed from the doorway. Professor McGonagall glanced between the two girls, her expression stern, and slightly irritated. 'What is the meaning of this?' she said, her austere gaze fluttering between Evangeline and Portia. 'I had complaints from other teachers that screaming and yelling could be heard from my classroom! Explain yourselves.'

'This – ' Portia snarled, as she pointed her finger directly at Evangeline, ' – This –'

'Person? Gryffindor? ...Girl?' Evangeline offered innocently.

'Enough, Miss Potter,' Professor McGonagall snapped, awaiting for Portia to continue. Though, it seemed that the Head Girl was having trouble to find the words.

'Miss Potter – yes, her –' Portia sent a glare in Evangeline's direction; the raven haired girl simply smiled back, '– she arrived late to your class, Professor – '

'I have a perfectly good explanation why.'

'And why were you late to my class, Miss Potter?' Professor McGonagall asked, as she turned to face the Gryffindor. The Head of House was growing rather tired of the antics occurring between these two young ladies; and the year had only begun.

'Well, you see, Professor, as I am a Prefect, I am given duties and such to fulfill. Although, on this occasion – last night – I was given late duty,' Evangeline explained; in the background she could hear Portia muttering angrily to herself. 'This lasted until 3am, and I only got to bed at half three. So, naturally, I slept in.'

'Is this true, Miss Davies?' Professor McGonagall asked; the Head Girl nodded. 'Is it not tradition that the Head Girl and Boy do the first late duties of the year, Miss Davies?'

'I was unaware of that tradition, Professor.'

'Then perhaps you should have paid attention last year as a Prefect, Miss Davies,' Professor McGonagall said unsparingly. 'You are excused, Miss Davies. I am no longer in need of your assistance.' It was rather noticeable that Portia Davies looked rather defeated as she practically ran out the door, her face flushed. 'Miss Potter, I would appreciate it if you could take your seat,' the Gryffindor Head of House said; Evangeline did as she was told. The Professor closed the door of the classroom, and made her way across the room to her desk. 'Now, in today's class – '

'Professor?'

Professor McGonagall sighed, and glanced down to see Evangeline Potter with her hand raised. 'Yes, Miss Potter?'

'Should points be taken from a student for having an opinion?'

'Certainly not.'

'The Head Girl took fifty points from Gryffindor because I had an honest opinion, Professor.'

Professor McGonagall raised her eyebrow. 'And what was this honest opinion, Miss Potter?'

'I simply told her that I didn't like her.'

'Fifty points to Gryffindor.'

Okay, it's officially been AGES since I last updated this! I'm so sorry! But, I have been rather busy... Anyways, I hope you liked the chapter! It's not as long as the others, but I think it's more entertaining. I had great fun writing it (: PLEASE REVEW, and tell me what you think! I apologize for how there is like no Evangeline/Sirius in these last couple of chapters. But, I promise to try and get some 'believable fluff' into the next one! Cheers, guys!