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"Sirius."

Something sharp stung Sirius in the chest. It felt like a light slap. He groaned and turned away. It was too early for this.

"Sirius." The person calling out his name sounded a little more panicked now. He felt a hand reach out and turn him back. A pillow hit him in the face hard and he woke up pretty much instantly.

"What the-" His eyes shot open and he went to glare at the person next to him but he stopped when he saw Kelsey Jones, half-naked, hopping on one leg as she pulled a sock up her feet while standing up. She stopped to throw a pile of clothes over at him.

"We're late. Hurry up!" She hopped on the other leg now, to repeat the same. Sirius slowly got up and sifted through his uniform. He noticed that her shirt was half-tucked into her skirt. Her robes lay over the edge of the bed in the Room of Requirement.

If someone had told him on the first day of classes that in a few months, he'd be jumping into bed with the literal enemy, he would have paid for their consultation at St. Mungos' psychiatry department.

But now as he watched her, hopping around the room in a hurry trying to put on that darn piece of clothing on her foot -how was it taking her that long to do that? - he realised that it had been a long time in the making. Probably since the moment she flipped him off on day one. A girl truly after his own heart.

When Sirius took no initiative to get dressed Kelsey looked at him only to find him staring at her chest already.

"Don't mind me. Just admiring the view," he drawled lazily, sitting back on the bed, as her hopping only made her chest bounce more.

"You perv!" she shrieked as she finally put on that sock.

"That wasn't what you were telling me last night," he replied, as images of their Tuesday night romp in the hay came to his mind. They had come a long way from their Saturday afternoon delight.

It had only been three days and they had given in again. Teenage hormones and whatnot. Sirius also found out that he could be quite persuasive especially when he had her keening in frustration as he teased her.

"Yes, well there won't be any of that if we don't make it to class. It's almost eight, you git!"

"WHAT?! Well, why didn't you say so?!" Sirius demanded. He got up and started throwing on his clothes in a random fashion.

"Oh, and you thought that I just happened to enjoy making a fool of myself?" she retorted in good fun.

"I mean, it wouldn't be the strangest thing you've done," he pretended to think. "Two words, Jones: Slobber. Chicken."

Kelsey groaned partly because he still happened to remember that ordeal and partly in frustration because she couldn't find the darn tie. She refused to dignify it with a response.

Kelsey saw a stringy material with a shine of yellow or was it gold, and grabbed it.

"I swear on sweet Helga's soul if we get detention because of this.." Without looking at it, she knotted the tie.

He didn't look at her instead, searching for the second tie somewhere in the room.

"..then I'll keep you entertained," he said. He found the other tie and put it on.

Not bothering to see how they looked, they ran a hand through their hair and threw on their robes over the uniform. They both left the Room of Requirement in opposite directions that Wednesday morning, rushing to grab their books from the dorms.

As they both ran to Potions class that morning, they stopped at the door as they arrived at the same time. All in all, Sirius' decision for a Tuesday night date had gone splendidly. He just hoped that he wasn't missed much.

"You look like shite, Jones," Sirius smirked at her.

"Ever heard of a comb, Black?" she said and walked into class with her head held high.

"I didn't hear any complaints last night when you had your fingers tangled in them," she heard him mutter under his breath as he followed her in. A smile tugged at the corner of her lips but she managed to stop it.

"Miss Jones, Mister Black," Slughorn greeted with a warning look five minutes into his lecture on Wolfsbane. "I'll allow it since it's just a little after class starting." He stared at them as they made their way to their respective tables.

"Where were you?" Astrid whispered as Kelsey put her books down.

"Just a little caught up," Kelsey mumbled, knowing that Lily was listening opposite them.

"You weren't at breakfast either," the red-head stated.

"Yeah. 'S what caught up means, Lils," Kelsey stuck her tongue out making her friend huff in exasperation. When Lily and Mary turned their attention back to the lecture, Kelsey winked at Astrid who got the message and blushed all the way up her cheeks.

Hot under her robes suddenly, Kelsey undid it and threw it over her bag on the ground.

"Um Kelsey," said Mary.

"Yeah?" Kelsey leaned over Astrid's notes to see where they were.

"Why are you wearing a Gryffindor tie?"

Kelsey's eyes shot up to look at Mary who was staring at the piece of cloth on her neck. She gulped and looked down.

"Kesley!" Lily chided in shock.

"Oi, what the hell mate?!" Across the room, Sirius suddenly got up from his stool, with James Potter holding on to Sirius' new black and yellow tie.

Lily gasped loudly drawing the entire class' attention to them. James too turned to look at them, his eyes bulging in shock when he noticed it.

"Students," Slughorn started but no teenager in that room was even looking at him anymore, their interest instead lying with the Case of the Mixed-up Ties. Watching the scene unfold in front of him, Slughorn sighed. He really wasn't paid enough for this. Yet, Dumbledore still refused to give him Professor Merrythought's old office.

No, this wasn't happening. Kelsey looked in horror as her eyes met Sirius' who looked just as uneasy there for a moment. He didn't say anything instead his gaze dropped to his tie on her neck and they understood what must have happened.

"Y-you, slut!" Not so unexpectedly, it was Dorcas who yelled that.

The harsh reality of why Kelsey had dreaded keeping it secret hit her.

It was good while it lasted, she thought, tears prickling at the corner of her eyes. Without a word to confirm or deny anything, she picked up her bag. She threw one last look over her shoulder at Sirius who stood frozen, opening and closing his mouth as if deciding to say something. But he didn't.

Sirius watched Kelsey run out of the room as whispers broke out.

"Students," Slughorn said more assertively this time, finally quieting them.

Sirius' hand shook a little as he loosened the tie on his neck, remembering the distraught look on her face.

Should he go after her?

Did she still want to be with him?

What if she changed her mind?

"Padfoot," Remus' soft voice interrupted his trainwreck thoughts.

"What?" Sirius rasped.

"Go."

That was all the encouragement it took to have him packing up his things on the spot. He got up but sat back down again, before addressing Dorcas:

"For the record Dorcas, slut-shaming is like such a turn-off," he hissed icily before finally taking off after Jones. He paused outside the class.

Where could she have gone?

The lake wasn't an option since it was still February. The classes would be filled. He walked down the corridor for a minute pondering it over.

He stopped and started running in the opposite direction. He knew where she was.

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Step 1: Change names and move to America

Step 2: Think of a new name

Kelsey bit the edge of her quill in concentration as she noted down meticulous steps to her latest plan to drop out of Hogwarts and assume a new identity. She leaned back against the stone wall of the empty Astronomy Tower.

Dottie. The name came to her. Tatty and Dottie. Maybe if she convinced Astrid to join her, they could be the magical version of Bonnie and Clyde.

Dorothy? Dorothea? She penned down the names.

Step 3: Teach Astrid about Bonnie and Clyde

After her initial mortification had subsided, she was left with fury, as came with anything related to Sirius Black and her. She heard the sound of footsteps climbing the towers and shuffled to stuff the parchment away in her bag.

She was a second too late as the paper was ripped from her hand and Sirius Black took the empty spot on the floor next to her.

"You left before I could stop you."

"How'd you find me?" She kept her head down. There weren't any tears but she really wasn't in the mood to look at his pretty face that moment.

"Figured it'd be the one empty classroom right now," he poked her trying to get her to look at him but she didn't budge. "Didn't take a genius."

"Clearly," mumbled Kelsey, earning a tongue click from Sirius. "What do you want?"

"Well, for starters you do still have my tie," he chuckled. That earned him a cold glare.

"I'm serious," she held the urge to roll her eyes.

"No, I'm Sirius," he grinned smugly. It earned him a small smile.

Kelsey sighed and leaned against the stone wall of the Astronomy tower.

"Why'd you run away?"

"Why wouldn't I?"

Sirius gave her an 'Are you kidding me' look before he looked at the parchment he had snatched out of her hand and skimmed it over.

"Dorothea? Really?" he held up the paper in disbelief. "Always so dramatic aren't you, Jones?" he scooted closer to her.

"Well, I do learn from the best," she replied. He raised an eyebrow to which she dared him to challenge her. Instead, he inched closer to her.

"Don't do that," Kelsey groaned, as deliberately bumped his hips into her.

"Do what?" he asked innocently.

"That," she said when he rested his head on her shoulder. "It's what got us in this mess in the first place."

"'By mess you mean?"

"My desire to wipe that stupid smirk off your face by smashing my face into yours!" she huffed.

"You wouldn't care to repeat that in front of Prongs and my mates now would you? I doubt he'll believe that you're crazy for me."

Kelsey scoffed, a little red at having revealed that. She needed to think of Step 4.

"I'd rather stab myself in the eye with a fork."

"Getting rust there, Jones. You used that one already in fifth-year." He had a dreamy glaze over his eyes suddenly.

Kelsey was this close to being embarrassed when she turned the table.

"Says the boy who's been secretly keeping track of things I say and do since fifth-year." It was her turn to smirk as his faded away. "I think that you're the one who's crazy for me," she teased.

"What?! No-" Sirius sputtered.

"Aww. Is ickle Sirius in wuv wiv me?" she cooed, her mood instantly brightening at his embarrassment.

"What? You must be barmy! Shut it or else.."

"Hmmm," Kelsey pretended to think. "Make me." At the very last bit, her voice dropped an octave lower.

"Fine," his lips barely grazed against hers as he watched her hitch her breath. Before she could figure it out he had her pinned under him after a masterful deployment of the most treacherous tactic- tickling.

She shrieked between laughs as he maintained his grip on her waist. From where he stood, it was the most angelic view. His heart tugged while he tried to name this feeling.

Kelsey snorted, trying not to choke on air as his hands by her sides assaulted her senses. It should be illegal to birth children this ticklish. She tried to swat his arms away but he kept on.

"Better give up Kelpie," he was hovering above her.

"Never in a million years."

Kelsey noticed that her heart seemed to be beating a little faster as he stared at her.

Sirius could have sworn that he'd stay like that if it meant watching the blush on her cheek.

"Admit it," his hands grazed down her sides. Even over the uniform, the contact left a warm tingling sensation. "You want me," he whispered the last bit once again dangling the temptation of his lips right above her face.

Kelsey was stubborn. It would be a cold day in hell before she broke first. "Maybe if you kiss me," she pouted.

Sirius smirked darkly, knowing the game she was playing. He slid a left hand down her body smoothly making her keen and bite her lip. Only they could go from arguing to discussing to whatever this was. He played with the hem of her skirt and his hand disappeared under it gracing him with a sharp intake of breath. Agonizingly slow he rubbed circles up her thigh.

"Then I guess we'll be waiting for quite a while then, won't we?"

And with that Kelsey almost hexed him when his hands moved, leaving a cold feeling of nothing on her upper thighs. She saw him get up, a tight smirk playing on his lips.

"You could have just said you wanted me," he pointed out.

"You could have just kissed me first," she replied breathlessly.

"I guess we'll have to see who breaks first." He eyed her sprawled on the ground.

She hummed in response as another idea came to her. Teasingly she closed her eyes and hitched up her skirt. With a shaky breath, she dragged her own hands up her thigh, following the same path Sirius had moments ago.

She opened her eyes expecting to see Sirius sporting the painful expression that accompanied a raging boner that she enjoyed taunting him with. She was met with nothing.

That jerk had left her high and dry!

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