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Of Stolen Kisses
"Stolen Kisses". Don't be fooled. It's not nearly as romantic as it seems. I should know, he's the one who kissed me. I'm Janelle Marriot and welcome to my life.
Of Social Faux Pas'
Sherlock Holmes meets Sleeping Beauty, or the fainting-after-kiss-notso-pretty-female fatale. Pathetic isn't it?
Of Impressive Reasoning
Word of advice: Make sure you don't randomly kick strangers in the shin when they are not appearing to kill you. Really. It gets them quite angry and then, if they weren't murderers before, they certainly will be now.
Of Flying Forks
He's seriously delusioned. There was no way I was going to let Sirius Black tutor me in Potions. No way. Even if I got a T.
Of Party Invitations
The only reason why he's so pissed off that I refuse to go, is this; Sirius Black cannot take rejection. And I, for the life of me, can't quite comprehend why a rejection from the 'resident lunatic of Ravenclaw' would grate him so. He's mad. Completely.
Of Practicing the Basics of Human Kindness
Of course, his stupid party was on everybody's mind... it was just another testament to how bloody annoying the boy is, even though he really is far nicer than common perception. And did Lily Evans really just talk to me?
Of Fake Boyfriends and Girlfriends
“I adore you, Janelle.” He takes my hand and brings it to his lips. He looks unexpectedly vulnerable. “Forget Yanover. In all my life I have never been more certain than I am now. I am certain that I need you, Janelle. Please say you need me too.”
Of Public Break Ups .... or not.
November 11. Day 1 of Hell. Why? Sirius Black and I are boyfriend and girlfriend.
Of Social Interactions On Many Levels
Day Two of being 'off the market'.
Of Sexy Boys and Drunken Rants
And I push him off of me and finally, finally spot Sirius Black apparently looking for me too. Or I think he is or maybe it is that perpetually lost look he always seems to have.
Of Many Broken Things
The Aftermath of the party. Not nearly as glamorous or dramatic as they make it out. But I did wake in a strange bedroom with a shirtless Sirius Black but I ran off so....
Of Black Brothers
Well I've woken up from my supposed coma. A day later. And I have guests. My favorite band of brothers. NOT. The Black Brothers. (They're very white) Sorry, see? I'm delusioned.
Of the Sudden Appearance of Unexpected Drama
Harrassed by Sirius's ex-girlfriend and friends and hit in the head by a FANGED frisbee and getting accused of 'fraternising with the enemy', obviously my day is going great. I didn't know it was only going to get far far worse.
Of Enraged Quidditch Mania
You think it's funny but it's not. You think it's romantic but it's not. Believe me having two fit boys fight about you is not, I repeat NOT funny or romantic at all. To put it plainly, it sucks.
Of Just Friends
SIrius Black is pissed at me. And I just told him off for walking too slow. Crap sticks. He's glaring at me. He really needs to stop doing that because I am feeling pretty shady right now as it is. Two weeks of him ignoring me, this is not good.
Of Silent Confessions
I didn’t see clearly. For a brief second I saw myself with him, I saw myself falling for him, saw it so clearly that my own ignorance led me to believe he felt the same. I didn’t see clearly.
Of Lies, Lies and more lies.
Okay, I know it looks bad. I mean you can't blame me. I think I have deep feelings for his brother alright? And he was just there, looking like his brother and mocking me and I lost it. Completely.
Of Things Getting Out of Control
“You’re going on a date with Yanover?” James exclaims.
Of Hospital Visits Gone Wrong
Eli is gay. Sirius Black is a jerk and at the present time my head hurts. Also I stink. I am in a foul mood and ready to murder Sirius sodding Black.
Of Ripped Seams
He came through the door and I swear my breath stopped. I stopped breathing. And then I remembered that I hated him and I try to breathe again except I realize I can't. He's here and I wish I could breathe.
Of Shocking News and Black Coats
“Is that what you’re trying to do? Get Marriot to believe in herself?” Regulus snapped. “Stop trying to play God.”
Of Forgotten Wedding Dates and Distractions
I was too caught up in Sirius’s pretty face telling me to meet him at night that I completely forgot about my sister’s WEDDING?! What would happen if I didn’t show up to meet him? Would it matter really, would it make a difference? Why did he want to talk to me now? Did I get him pregnant?
Of Weddings and Black Dogs
And suddenly it's then I realize what I was supposed to say. Say to Sirius! His demand that I just say it. Say the words that my sister spoke so effortlessly, so sincerely, so without doubt or misgivings or misterpretations, just say it!
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