"Well, destiny does have its funny ways of getting us together, don't you think?" Sirius B.lack said as he slipped into the seat next to you.

You couldn't believe it. Just last weekend, at one of the parties, you'd made the drunken mistake of giving in to hogwarts' casanova and sleeping with him. The next morning, you had run away, desperate to avoid being seen — and the inevitable gossip that would follow. Because really, what innocent reason could a stuck-up student have for sneaking out of the infamous marauder’s room? There was none.

You had then come up with a plan: pretend you remembered nothing, even though it was obvious Sirius knew better. Not that that stopped you in any way.

That plan fell apart when the lovely professor Mcgonnagal — teacher of your worst subject, transfiguration — paired you with him for the end-of-semester project that was worth fifty percent of your grade. You couldn’t afford to slack off, but Sirius was definitely making it harder than it already was.

"Alright there, princess?" He grinned. "Or did some charming boy bite your tongue so hard you couldn’t even speak to him all week?"