Lipstick

"Harry," said Sirius, opening the door of the small classroom where they had agreed to meet. "I'm glad you came. I have something very important to tell you."

"What?" asked Harry, looking mildly perplexed.

"Well, I have to admit, I haven't been perfectly honest with you. There are some things I've chosen not to tell you in the past, mainly because I felt you couldn't cope, but I now think you ought to know."

Harry's face visibly fell, and he began to look angry.

"Well, what is it?" Harry snarled through clenched teeth, "What is so important that you kept it from me? What could be so earth-shatteringly amazing, so entirely complicated, that I'd be unable to cope with? I've known you since I was thirteen, you're my godfather." He looked down at the floor, seemingly close to tears. "I never kept anything from you." Harry's voice was hoarse, as though he was trying to fight the anger and sadness he obviously felt.

"I'm sorry, Harry," said Sirius in a tone that suggested he was sorry but his situation was unavoidable. "I'm telling you now, isn't that ok?"

"No." Harry's voice was rising and octave each time he spoke. "No. It's not ok. You kept something from me, Sirius, and you lied to me. THAT'S NOT OK!"

"If you'll listen, I'll try and explain. It's been hard for me."

"I'm not sure I want to hear this. In fact, I don't, so goodbye." He slammed the heavy oak door in Sirius's face. Sirius took a deep breath and set off down the corridor, purposely amplifying the noise his footsteps made, hoping that Harry would come after him. He could have guessed that Harry's reaction would not be a good one, but he had really needed to tell him. This was so important, Harry needed to know.

When he was absolutely sure that he was not being followed, Sirius doubled back a few corridors and slipped into a broom cupboard. It was not dark, but he still could not find what he was looking for. Then, something gleamed behind the shelves piled high with outdated textbooks.

"Did you tell him?" asked a high, cold voice that came from the corner of the room.

"No," replied Sirius, "I couldn't. He wouldn't let me."

"Well, that's the last time he'll get to hear it from you. Soon the whole world will know. Now, let me have a look at you." Sirius ripped off his long black robes, revealing a pair of tight leather trousers that clung to his slender legs and a satin black shirt. The other person made a big job of unbuttoning the shirt, shrieking with delight as each button came off. Soon they were all undone, revealing a brilliant six-pack. Then, the other person stepped into the light. He was clad in an emerald-green jumper and a Slytherin tie. Below the waist, however, he wore a shiny red mini-skirt, a pair of sheer silk stockings and red knee-high boots which went perfectly with his slim frame, blond hair and pale features.

"If Harry doesn't want to hear it from you, that's his problem," said Draco, but Sirius's only reply was 'You forgot the lipstick'.