Every Entry
Disclaimer: Everything you recognize is JKR's.
A/N: There's only going to be two chapters in the story xD
I'm looking for a beta, since my work really needs editing. Oh, and please review ^^
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Chapter One:
"Minerva, won't you accompany me to the Auror Ball?" Sirius asked, taking her hand, and kissing it lightly. McGonagall giggled. "Why, of course I will, Siri-kins." She cooed. Sirius smiled, as he leaned in to kiss her.
"NO!!" The words escaped his lips, as Sirius Black sat upright; his sheets wrapped him, making it hard to move. He wrestled with them for several moments before he realized that he wasn't in McGonagall's arms.
Colour tingeing his cheeks, he stood up, and managed to remove the scarlet sheets that were wrapped firmly around his body.
"It was a dream, it was a dream…" He kept repeating to himself, but couldn't help shuddering. He'd almost kissed his bloody teacher. He didn't know how it happened.
First he'd been dreaming of rubbing invisible ink on James' glasses so he couldn't find them, but then the glasses had turned into a couple of eggs.
So Sirius had taken it as his duty to return them to the Kitchens, but when he got there he realized that he wasn't a student anymore, he was an Auror. The Kitchens had been transformed into a ballroom, and McGonagall had been there -Sirius shuddered again- dressed in black velvet dress robes.
Shaking his head, he got out of bed. That's what happened when you had too much butterbeer before going to bed. Or at least, Sirius thought it was butterbeer. Could've been Firewhiskey.
A few minutes later found him still in the dormitory, except with dripping hair. Who'd been the stupid bloke that'd made the floors stone? Didn't he know that stone floors were murder in the winter?
His feet would freeze and he'd never be able to walk again, if he didn't get a move on. Quickly grabbing some socks, not noticing that they were two different colours, or that they were Moony's, Sirius covered his feet.
Getting dressed, he stood in front of the mirror, startlingly gray eyes staring back at him, a comb in his hand. He lifted it to his hair, but before it even came close to his ebony black hair, he dropped it. "Why mess with perfection?"
He grinned and winked at his reflection, before he stepped out of the 7th years' boys dormitory. Bounding down the stairs, he smirked. "Morning everyone. I know you were missing me, so I decided to grace you with my presence." His smile faded as he realized that the common room was empty, save for the sleeping figure in front of the fire.
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It was a bright and sunny day. Few clouds dotted the endless span of blue sky. Even though it was early in the morning, students were taking advantage of the good weather and most were outside. Except for ---
"Minerva, darling! Of course I had a reason to…transfigure dear Snivillus." James Potter was leaning casually against a desk, in the Transfiguration class.
Catching the glare in her eyes, he quickly amended, "Snape. Dear Snape."
As McGonagall turned around to pick something off her desk, he made a gagging motion.
Dear Snape? Dear Merlin, the things he said to get out of detention.
"So, what was the reason that made you turn Mr. Snape into a sheep, and then charmed him to sing `Baa baa black sheep?"
James grinned charmingly, hazel eyes twinkling. "Why, isn't it obvious? I visited a few muggles that live in Godric's Hollow and I heard it. I was just dying to hear it once more."
He put on his innocent-I-didn't-do-anything look.
"And who better to help me get over my misery than Snape? After all, know what a… talented singer he is."
McGonagall rolled her eyes. "Potter, that look doesn't work on me. And that isn't at all a good reason for you to hex Mr. Snape. Detention, my office, next Saturday."
James sighed woefully. "You used to be so fun, Minnie," he said, getting up and walking towards the door.
Professor McGonagall glowered. "Don't call me that, Potter!" She almost shouted after him. Really, he and Sirius Black infuriated her so.
James sauntered down the hallway, whistling cheerfully. Only one detention. Not bad for a morning's work. Heading towards the common room, he approached the portrait.
"Bullocks." James whispered at the Fat Lady, and she glanced down at him.
"Why hello, James dear! How are you? You've forgotten all about me? You never chat anymore."
James smiled. "I would, but everytime I want to, you have company." She beamed at him. "Well, I'll just have to keep my schedule free for you, then wont I?"
James grinned as she swung open to reveal the Gryffindor common room. It was mostly empty, except for Sirius. "Morning mate. Didn't know you could function this early."
Sirius glanced up. "Well, I'll have you know, my body functions at my will! Sometimes." He jerked his head towards the only occupied chair in the room. "Evans is asleep. Want to wake her up?"
James' mouth quirked into a smirk. "Maybe I'll kiss her awake. Then stay out of reach from her. She's got quite an arm. I think I've been slapped enough to last me a while."
Sirius stood back as James walked forward, silently but surely. He was leaning over to press his lips to hers, when he paused, a breath away from her very kissable mouth.
"Padfoot, come here!"
Sirius, who had been watching from afar, impatiently awaiting for Lily's shrieks, moved towards James, asking, "What's the matter, mate? You can see down her shirt? You found out that Evans has a moustache you can see from close up? I knew she looked too good to be true!"
James shot him a look.
"Alright, I'm sorry. So, what is it?"
"Look!" James said, picking up a leather bound book, lying next to her. "Are you thinking this is what I think it is?"
"A book?" Sirius' brow furrowed.
"Not just any book! It's Evans' journal!"
Padfoot's eyes widened. "So we take it, and then we charm all the sixth year transfiguration textbooks so they have pages from her journal in it?"
James shrugged. ""I just want to read it. You know, to see if she's mentioned me in there."
"Jamesie, you're losing your edge. She's cast a spell on you." Sirius' features contorted into a disgusted look. "You look practically lovesick."
James rolled his eyes. "For one thing, don't call me Jamesie. And secondly, I do not look lovesick. I'm merely curious as to what females write in their journals. It just so happens that I found Evans' and not some other bird's."
Padfoot nodded, grinning. "Right. You're as bad at lying as Wormtail is. He tried to convince me that the thing under his bed was a sock. It was moving, for Merlin's sake. Socks can't move by themselves. Nor do they hiss. I think it's a crème biscuit gone bad. The house elves won't clean it up. I have to say myself, if any of us do suffer from temporary loss of mind, and touch it, it would make excellent ammunition against Snivillus."
James nodded absently. "That's great. I'm going to take this up to the dormitory and read a couple of entries."
He picked up the book and carried it upstairs. Would he finally learn all of Evans' secrets? Maybe he could blackmail her into going out with him.
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A/N: Please R/R. I'll probably have the next chapter up by later today, or tomorrow.
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