Siriusly Deluded

We all know that Lily had a lot to do with James' change in behavior, so what about Sirius? SBOC, Marauder era. Mainly fluff, with some subtle humor. Better than it sounds. (According to my reviewers at ff.net, I make fluff cool/interesting/intriguing)

Sirius and his estranged (female!) childhood best friend are forced to complete a Muggle Studies assignment concocted by their crazy old professor..."Suddenly her thoughts jumped to Sirius. She angrily wondered why she was in the library on a Friday night, researching for their project, while he was probably in a broom closet with that Hufflepuff girl, researching her tonsils."

Sirius and Lauren set out to work on their project, but they have much bigger issues than trying to catch a fish from the Hogwarts lake sans-magic.

...he looked at her with those puppy-dog eyes. She tore her gaze away from him, wondering if he knew that he was absolutely irresistible when he did that. Then she dismissed the thought. Of course he did, he was Sirius Black, the biggest flirt in all of Hogwarts.

Sirius blinked, and suddenly realized.he was afraid of being...that. Just the word scared him. The thoughts spun faster and faster in his head. Yes, that was why he had done so many things in his life...

Sirius wasn’t surprised to see that James hadn’t even waited for him to give the verdict. He was shocked, though, when he saw him sitting close to a blushing Lily Evans, whispering in her ear. How could he have missed that long-due development? He definitely planned on asking good ol’ Prongs about it. Later.

Lauren narrowed her eyes, thinking about giving him a slap in the face. Then she decided against it, since he would probably consider that an invitation to do the same to the place where his hand was currently resting. She moved her hand quite quickly to his shoulder and looked up at Sirius expectantly.

She was winded as she was knocked to the ground. Once she caught her breath, she opened her mouth to scream, but she stopped the sound when she realized that the animal wasn’t attacking her. Rather, it was…licking her?

Until that point, Sirius had just planned on dancing innocently with her. He knew she was a little wary about public displays of affection. But the game had gone too well, the music was too loud, and she was just too damn close. All his predispositions flew out the window.

Sirius, who had decided many years ago that he preferred muggle music, mainly to annoy his parents, knew just about every Christmas song ever written. Apparently, he had taught the Marauders quite a few of them.

Up in the seventh year boys’ dormitory in Gryffindor tower, all hell was breaking loose. Peter, who was not going home over the break, was sleeping, his loud snores muffled by the pile of clothes that were covering him. Remus was amusedly watching James and Sirius chase each other around the…space that they had the nerves to call a bedroom. Clothes were strewn about. Pillows were on the floor. A picture of Lily Evans was stuck to the ceiling…

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas...but how well is Sirius going to handle staying at his first steady girlfriend's parent's house over his favorite holiday?

“Well…uh,” Sirius stammered. He really didn’t know what he was going to do after graduating. He wasn’t aware of any professional pranking service he could join. He was intelligent, yes, but he was more than a little on the lazy side when it came to schoolwork. He got bored easily, too…Wow, he was sounding more and more impressive by the second.

Sirius was having some major doubts about his suggestion to go ice skating as he headed to the ice-skating rink. Falling on his arse onto a slab of freezing cold ice in front of a ton of people…was not exactly his idea of fun.

“Alright,” Sirius said as he watched the door swing closed. Then he exhaled loudly, reaching a hand up to run it through his hair. He drew it back in disgust, however, once his fingers touched the pasty mass on top of his head. After hurriedly making three sandwiches (two for him) and performing more than a few scouring charms, he headed upstairs. He was definitely in greater need of a shower than she had been.

Sirius groaned as his pillow moved underneath him. Then he was confused. His mind was still foggy from sleep, but he was pretty sure that his pillow usually didn’t move. He was too tired to care, though, and he had been having a very nice dream, so he used his hands to try to keep it in place.

She didn’t know where he got the idea to wear those flannel pajama pants without a shirt, but it was the best idea he’d had in a while. And his hair was messed up—either from sleep or her having run her hands through it the night before, she wasn’t sure…He looked absolutely adorable.

Sirius found himself wishing that he transformed into a kitten rather than a dog…and reminded himself that thoughts such as that were not very manly…and therefore that desire would not be voiced to anyone. James just wouldn’t understand how much he wanted Lauren to cradle him in her arms at that moment. Well, maybe he would…except it would be Lily doing the cradling.

“They’re slippers,” Sirius answered embarrassedly. Well, actually, they were puppy-dog slippers, which the other Marauders had bought for him as a gag gift when he’d finished the Animagus transformation. He’d actually grown quite fond of them over the past four years, and guiltily so.

Sirius really didn’t have a choice. It wasn’t snowing outside and the existing blanket of white on the ground was getting rather dingy and slushy. James would hex him if he started working on the motorcycle without him, and as much as he would have liked to, he couldn’t spend the whole day lying (and occasionally doing a few other things) in bed.

Maybe this wasn’t one of his better ideas (since Sirius never had a bad idea, of course). It was absolutely crawling with people. The crowd on the rink was so thick that Sirius could barely see the icy floor. And to make matters worse, there was a disproportionately large amount of children there. Why, Sirius couldn’t surmise. It was ten o’clock at night. Didn’t these kids have bedtimes?

She soon discovered that she really did like sledding, as she did anything that involved Sirius’ arms wrapped around her. They spent the rest of the afternoon racing down the hill, laughing, kissing, and generally tumbling around in the snow.

Sirius had stolen her ice cream cone and was holding it high above his head while she jumped up to unsuccessfully recover it. Then after a reflective pause, she promptly stole his and ran away, laughing delightedly. He shrugged and glanced down at the cone in his hand, about to eat it before he threw up his shoulders resignedly and ran after her down the street. Soon, they both came back to the front of the store, with her happily eating her ice cream and him staring down at his now ice-cream covered shirt in shock.

"Sirius, if I can concentrate with you smelling…the way you smell...I mean, not in a bad way...your cologne…and when your hair falls into your face…and when you’re biting your lip because you’re thinking really hard…then you can.”

Sirius was startled out of his deep sleep by the sudden loud noise. He looked around, disoriented. After the thunder, he had heard something else that sounded like it came from in the room…right next to his bed. And he could swear that the curtain in front of his face was moving slightly… ‘I’m gonna die,’ he thought...

A very Sirius Valentine's Day...enough said. Hope you like :)