The others don’t quite understand just how difficult this is going to be for them. Even innocent little Elsie thinks that losing her virginity to Peter Pettigrew will be an easy task; she hasn’t even taken into consideration the fact that Peter hasn’t even spoken directly to a girl in at least five years. Lily is especially nonchalant about the dare—which she shouldn’t be. Has she bothered to think about the fact that James will never leave her alone after this?
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying that this is going to be a piece of cake. Except that I totally am. Sirius is a whore, and everyone knows it. He’ll do anyone at anytime and not care about anything. And that’s why I chose him, and not Peter frickin Pettigrew.
I pushed back a strand of honey colored hair. Originally my hair is a deep brown, but it felt only right to practice my beauty charms and make it lighter, considering my oh so sweet disposition.
Right on schedule, my dark haired hunk stepped out of the History of Magic classroom, and bumped right into me. My books went everywhere. This moment was expertly planned and I’d spent at least two days practicing my book scatter. Now this plan rested squarely upon Sirius’s shoulders. He, according to my research, would bend down and assist me in picking up my scattered belongings, of course. Except, there was always the option for him to stroll about, muttering a brief apology before turning around, and walking away.
But I’m beautiful, and therefore the only option was to help, in his eyes. I’ve got the boy narrowed down to a science.
His hand, outstretched, held my transfiguration text book, along with a pen. I gently reached my hand up and acquired them. I’d never actually spoken to Sirius, except for in second year, when we were partners for a potions lab. I’d taken a liking to him, but as soon as that project was over, his shoulder had turned cold to me. Now it was time to extract revenge. After all, hell hath no fury than a woman scorned. And oh have I been scorned…
I lifted my head to give my radiant smile, the one I’d actually degraded myself enough to practice in front of a mirror. It was just innocent enough to look great, and hot enough for him to be pleasantly intrigued. His eyes widened just a tiny bit, and a smirk broke out upon his face. He looked very nice, his uniform not perfect by not messily put on either.
“Thank you,” I said in a slightly higher tone than my usual voice, I tried to put sweetness into this first comment. Attracting someone is a planned process.
“Hey, no problem! Do I know you?” He asked. I smiled and tilted my head to look at him. His voice was nice, slightly lower than James’ and his eyes were a shade lighter than Peter’s.
“I’m Camilla Hollisander, Gryffindor.” It was common knowledge amongst the students that when introducing yourself, it was only polite to inform the other of your house.
“Sirius Black, Gryffindor,” He smirked. He took a small step back and started to scan my face, my body, and then my overall presence. “I think I recognize you…”
“I believe we had potions in second year together…” His face lit up slightly as he recounted. I smiled, almost feeling my plan work.
“Yeah, I think I’m starting to remember. Are you coming to the common room?” He asked. I nodded. “We should go together! It’s the least I could do, after walking straight into you like that…”
I smiled brightly, nodding, and tucking my arm in the nook he created with his elbow. The other girls were probably just introducing themselves to the concept of this dare, whereas I was fulfilling it.
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