Sirius Black never ever, ever, ever lied to James Potter

He told him that he was the one to accidentally set his trunk on fire right before they left for the holidays.

He told him that he wasn't a fan of Mrs. Potters cooking.

He even told him that he had shagged his ex-girlfriend only two weeks after their summer breakup.

But there was one secret that Sirius would take to the grave. Even on pain of torture, the truth would never come out.

As far as the world was concerned, nothing had happened that night.

The only living, breathing soul that knew about his secret was a one Miss Lily Evans. Mostly because she was his secret.

In his defense, it was before they were so happily in love and frolicking around the castle like a perfect little couple should. And it had been to help! Really, it had.

The corridors of Hogwarts always seemed twice as dark when one as trying to see who else was there. Sirius melted into the shadow between two paintings when his curiously strong ears picked up the sound of someone running. He held wand fast merely because of instinct; he couldn't go out causing trouble- the others were expecting him back in the common room as soon as he finished his part of the prank. He waited with bated breath.

"Who's there?" whispered a tiny voice from some ways off. Sirius relaxed drastically and lowered his wand, allowing himself to collapse against the cold stone wall. Confidently, he made the end of his wand glow dully and stepped towards the stalk-still silhouette of Lily.

"Evans, rule number one of sneaking around: you never ask 'who's there.'" he informed her. Lily ducked her head into the light to get a better look at who was confronting her. Relief took over her nervous expression and she gave him a huge smile.

"I wasn't worried. I just made work to put a bunch of Slytherins in their place."

"And by 'in their place' you mean…"

Lily fiddled with her wand bashfully, tapping one toe behind her other foot and giving him wide, innocent eyes.

"Let's just say I'll be in deep shite if I get caught by a professor tonight. I'm not even on patrol."

Ah. A great appreciation for James' feelings sprung up inside of him. The foxy little red-head was Maraudering for lack of a better term.

"What about you?" she asked, nodding her chin at him expectantly. Sirius returned her knowing look with a trade-mark smirk.

"Let's just say you're not the only one that would be in deep shite."

She made a sound of understanding and together they began to make their way down the dark hall.

"Well I suppose it would be terribly hypocritical of me to give you detention, huh?"

"Not to mention you'd have to report that you were out past midnight and not on patrol."

Lily gave an over-dramatic sigh. "I do hate all that paper work. Really though, you didn't see me tonight. I'd really rather not have to own up to that little, er...Incident."

Sirius pressed her to tell him what had happened because his burning curiosity wouldn't allow him to let go of the fact that perfect Prefect Lily Evans was not only out of bounds, but had gotten into a tift with some Slytherins and won.

She was reluctant at first but, come on, he was Sirius Black.

It was an impeccably vague story of which she left out the beginning. Somehow, a confrontation with Rosier had come about, soon followed by one with a surprised Mulciber and then Avery. Sirius listened with wide eyes, nearly steering himself into a suit of armor as she explained her brilliantly-timed hex and clever, wordy escape.

"Well," he said with a dignified cough and righted the armor. "I'm pretty sure I should give you a telling-off for not getting your arse out of that situation but… I'm honestly too impressed."

Lily glowed at what she apparently deemed a grand compliment.

"Now it's your turn, Black."

Sirius opened his mouth, a sharp remark on the tip of his tongue, when the distinct sound of footsteps sounded. From around the corner ahead of them, a very dim light had appeared. On instinct, his hand flew to his pocket. Right. Peter had the Map. He was sure it was a professor approaching by the light, but it made for highly inconvenient planning an excuse when he didn't know which one.

Lily obviously didn't have any experience with getting caught.

"Oh God, oh God, oh God," she was muttering frantically under her breath, looking back and forth frantically. "I can't get caught like this, Sirius. I just can't. Ooooh they'll know it was me, they will, I'm sure of it. If it's McGonagall! She'll know I did it. Merlin, Merlin, Merlin."

Exasperated, Sirius put out his wand and forced Lily to look at him (or at least in his general direction) with both hands on her shoulders. The light was fast approaching from the opposing hall, nearly on top of them.

"We need an excuse Evans. Do you trust me?"

"Uuuh…"

He didn't wait for her answer. He pushed Lily back into the wall, mouth descending on hers in a hard kiss. Lily gave his chest a good punch.

"What the bloody hell?" she hissed.

"Make it look believable you idiot," he whispered back and moved to kiss her again. his hands tangled in her hair more to force her head to an easier angle than to revel in how soft it felt sliding behind his fingers. Taking his advice, Lily allowed herself to wrap her arms around his waist. Sirius, finding the situation beyond amusing, took her lip between his teeth, earning a shocked gasp. In retaliation, Lily grabbed his hips angrily and pulled them torturously into his.

Where the bloody hell was that professor?

Not that he wasn't thoroughly enjoying current events but… well… he was enjoying current events.

A bit too much.

"My word!"

Lily made a good show of giving a little shriek and fixing her shirt that didn't actually need fixing. To her credit, she pulled of the ruffled, post-snog look very…

Very…

Oh… oh Merlin... He just snogged his best mates' girl. And liked it. The look of sheer terror on his face had the minute Divination professor suddenly going back on the 'harsh' threats he had ignored and assuring him.

"Now, now, I was young once, too! Back to the Tower for the both of you."

Sirius felt feverish and even put a hand to his forehead for good measure as they walked. This was bad. This was bad, awful, terrible, deadly. Why did he never think things through? Wasn't that what Moony was always lecturing him on? Merlin. Oooh…

"Sirius?"

Slack-jawed and wide-eyed, he looked to Lily's amused expression. The safety of Gryffindor common room did nothing for his nerves. He had just betrayed James in the worst way. He'd kissed the love of his life before him. And liked it.

Lily either wasn't aware of his inner turmoil or found it very musing because instead of consoling him (like she should, in his humble opinion) she threw a wink over her shoulder as she climbed the girl's staircase.

"Not bad."

That little minx was going to kill him.

Pages: 4

Words: 1,221
Disclaimer: Don't own
Notes: For Whatchoofelloverfor for giving my other story such sweet reviews
It didn't come out quite as I had hoped and it could probably be turned into something way funnier, but here it is!

(Also, I hope everyone can understand that at the end, Lily isn't flirting, she's teasing because he's quite obviously distressed)