Sírius always knew the girls ogled him for his handsome looks. Most of the time, he indulged it, pulling the girls in close with his charms and good looks. So it was never a shock when people saw him with a different girl every few weeks. A curly hair Húfflepuff who fell hard and was quickly cut loose, a mischievous Rávenclaw who was in it for the thrill, and numerous Gryffíndors who would kill to have another chance for him.

But he would never fall for any Slytherín. The likes of them always made him recoil from going anywhere near them, less he wanted to hex them for so much looking at his way. Though he knew some Slytherín girls were good-looking, like pretty scaled vipers.

He knew that his family would do whatever it takes for him to be married to another pure-blood. And he hoped to Merlin that if that day ever came, he rather befriend Séverus Snape than let that happen.

That didn't mean he couldn't appreciate the girls, especially the one that sat across from him in Potions class.

You were a sweet-looking girl, with wide eyes and a soft smile. Always focused on whatever Professor Slúghorn was saying or on what potion you were swirling the liquid inside the cauldron. But there were two problems. One, you were in Slytherín. There was no way he would try and go after you, especially with how much Gryffíndor and Slytherín loathe one another.

And second, you were one of the only very few people that were close to Severus- sorry not sorry, Snivellus- Snape. He sat next to you in Potions and with whatever spelled messed up with your mind, you were always chatty with him. Typical.

However, for whatever reason, he might indulge you for a while. After all, you were just another girl for him to pull in. He could take them out for a date or two before he went on to the next.

Plus, he was quite hard to ignore as he leaned against your desk and 'admired' your potion. For the first time in his entire Hógwarts year, ignoring Snape sat right next to you. "So, what does it take to get a date with you?"