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Naked by BlackRain

Format: Short story
Chapters: 3
Word Count: 3,452

Rating: 15+
Warnings: Strong Language, Scenes of a Mild Sexual Nature, Substance Use or Abuse

Genres: Drama, Romance
Characters: Sirius, James, OC
Pairings: Sirius/OC

First Published: 02/21/2011
Last Chapter: 02/18/2012
Last Updated: 02/18/2012

Banner by harrylilyjames@TDA. Third place winner of Houlestar's This is Not a Song-Fic Challenge.

Marlene and Sirius. Sirius and Marlene. The couple that keeps Hogwarts gossip mill going.

Chapter 3: James and Mary.

So this is the last chapter. Please let me know what you think~.




Image by GinnyPotter25 at TDA.



James Potter. December 15, Seventh year, 1977.


“I want it bad, bad romance” Lady Gaga- Bad Romance.



Talk about bad relationship. Sirius and Marlene. Marlene and Sirius.

Sirius has a huge apatite for trouble. He loves it, he’s alive because of it.


But Marlene’s just too much.


One moment their happy and the next Marlene starts her monologue about how everything sucks, about how she needs more.


But now, right now, they are snogging in the common room. Few moments ago Marlene had all Hogwarts hating Sirius, but now she’s melting in his arms. This should be R rated.


I glanced at Mary, Marlene’s best friend. She shook her head. She doesn’t agree with their relationship. And I agree with Mary. They are no good for each other.


For a month I was looking for a way to help my mate. He said he needs no help, just Marlene. They both said that “Love is like lightning, you get struck once and baby it kills you”.


This is shameful. I don’t want to tell it, but it’s true. It was Peter’s birthday and I was in Honeydukes, in the section where you can buy cards. There you could also buy funny mugs, gifts. There were signs hung on the wall. Like “You don’t have to be a madman to work here, but it helps”. Or “Just because you’re paranoid that doesn’t mean they’re not out to get you”. Nonsense, but sometimes there are good ones. And why not? I don’t think it’s more expansive to print truth than nonsense.


In short, I saw this “Love is not obsession. It’s determination.” And will you say? I stood there shocked. I stood and watched. It was perfect for Sirius. He CAN decide not to love her! I bought him that sign...And got punched in the face…


I stopped trying.



Mary McDonald. December 15, Seventh year, 1977.

“I want your drama, the touch of your hand.” Lady Gaga- Bad Romance.



Uh. They are at it again. Snogging. And after that there will be louds of tears. Want to know why are they back together again?


Siren boy. That’s what he is.


At first Marlene didn’t notice it. For several weeks her support was as strong as a rock. Sirius is a bastard, a prick and a hypocrite, she is innocent. This was obvious. However, the winds started to change. Of course, Sirius sometimes was a prick, but it’s all a lie. We must be compassionate. It’s not his fault. Marlene is a liar.


No one told that to Marlene, but she started to notice that her statements about his guilt, betrayal, had lost its decent support.


“Act like you’re angry,” I told her in the ear this morning, when we saw him smiling hopefully. Marlene stopped and gave him a look that would melt a rock and turned her back to him. Therefore, only I saw his reaction. What I saw in his face was not anger, arrogance. Something happened. His eyes turned red, he started biting his lip. I saw a wounded heart. He was suffering. After all, I and James agreed to keep them apart for their own good.


I instinctively stood between Sirius face and my friend, as if in order to protect her from the song of pain.


How come I didn’t understand this sooner? He was vulnerable. Just like Marlene and I really like Marlene, I thought as I dragged her away from that evil boy. For few weeks Sirius was suffering and he looked terrible. What has changed? Ha. People like season have the ability to change.


I walked while I was peeking over my shoulder to see if the tears were running. I bumped into Marlene.

“What are you doing?” She was angry.


“I was looking if that bastard wasn’t following us.” I said quickly. She was suspicious. I tried to drag her away but it was too late. She was him.


“What does that mean?” She asked strictly when we were alone.


“Nothing. An act.”


“He was crying!” She said surprised, shocked.


“You saw it?”


“He was crying for me…” she said, longing for him.


“Stop it! He’s not worth it.” But she was sure he loved her. All her instincts told her to hug him, kiss him.


I was annoyed, but not surprised. Everything seemed so futile. Marlene wasn’t even suffering. I myself was suffering much more, few time in a year, when I had to dump one of my boys with no rational reason, most of the time just because I was bored. My heart shattered into little pieces every time. And it was even worse if I was the one who got dumped. Yes, sometimes I was dumped.


However, such a maniacal interest in one who is no good for you, and in my opinion, Marlene doesn’t even love, is sick. After all, we all just want to play. Right?


I don’t understand her. I don’t understand him…But they are happy… for now.