Doesn't Ring a Bell

It was the next morning at breakfast. Katrina had talked things over with Sirius, and he'd promised to behave himself from now on, and Emma had come down from her crazy soap opera about office supplies. Emma was reading her Transfiguration textbook; she wanted to learn how to turn water into wine, that age-old spell she had heard so much about.

"Hey, Emma, can I borrow your Transfiguration textbook? I need to study," Sirius asked her.

"You only want the book because I'm using it," she countered. "Observe: Peter isn't drinking his drink." Emma took Peter's pumpkin juice.

"Hey, that's my drink!" said Peter indignantly.

"Gimme the drink, gimme the drink!" Emma handed Peter's drink to Sirius, who promptly threw it at Peter when he realized he didn't actually want it.

Sirius then spotted a bowl of fruit.

"Hey, bananas!" he said excitedly. He immediately unpeeled one and started deep-throating it. The others watched in awe.

"Erm, Sirius?" asked Remus tentatively. "Do we want to know?"

Sirius shook his head solemnly and ate the rest of the banana.

"Hey, James?" Sirius asked, wiping his mouth with his sleeve. "Don't you have a Quidditch match today?"

James looked around. "SHIT!" And he took off.

The others finished their breakfast pretty quickly and walked down to the Quidditch pitch, where they found seats right in the middle of the grandstand.

"Hey, you guys, I'm gunna visit the little girls' room before the match starts, k?" Emma said.

They nodded absentmindedly, eyes on the players warming up for the Gryffindor vs. Hufflepuff match. Hufflepuff were usually hopeless but this year they had put together a really good team. Emma pointed at her bag. "Stay," she said firmly, before squeezing along the aisle, avoiding most of the guys with grabbing hands.

Snape, who was sitting behind them, but slouching in his seat so they wouldn't recognize him, slowly pulled her bag over the back of her seat and hid it under his own. The others, eyes on the game, did not notice Emma's bag running away - or rather, sneaking off.

Snape shimmied along his aisle - he really didn't care if he missed the game; he didn't give a shit about Quidditch - and took Emma's bag back to his room. He estimated he would have about a half hour to execute his revenge plan on Remus for that time in the Great Hall, with the stripping and such - he knew he would only have such a short time because James, insufferable, puffed-up Gryffindor that he was, was a very good Seeker.

Emma came back to see the players just lining up to start.

"Excellent," she whispered to herself, "I haven't missed anything, then."

She looked around to see Remus, Sirius and Peter with their eyes still glued to the field. Her gaze then fell upon her seat, and she saw that her bag was no longer there.

"Damn, disobedient bag..." she muttered.

She decided to forget about it for now - one of the guys had probably taken it as a joke - and settled down to watch the match. She saw Katrina furiously hitting Bludgers at the Hufflepuff Chasers - man, that girl had a deadly arm. She had already knocked two of them off their brooms, and it was only the first five minutes! Hufflepuff tried valiantly to win, but, despite the improved skills of this year's players, they were still no match for Gryffindor. The score was 120 - 30, and that was before James caught the Snitch. The final score was 270 - 30. Hufflepuff didn't take it so well. Emma watched them storm off the pitch in disgust; one of them even broke her broom and shouted that she resigned, since they were so hopeless. Emma looked around.

"Hey, have any of you guys seen my b-" She spotted her bag lying underneath her seat. "Erm, never mind, guess it was here all along..." she said confusedly.

They went down to congratulate their friends on a great game as they came out of the changing rooms.

"Hey, nice Bludger work out there, babe; remind me not to get on your bad side," Sirius joked to Katrina, who was looking flushed but pleased at having caused some physical injuries to other people. She grabbed his arm.

"Come on, you. I got some energy left to burn still and you're gunna help me get rid of it." Katrina then dragged Sirius into the broom shed.

"Er...what are they doing?" questioned Peter.

"Honestly, Pete, how naïve are you?" asked James. "They're obviously in there having hot, crazy, naked sex right now, to burn off Katrina's excess energy."

"No, they're not," Emma interjected. "Katrina told me she's not going to sleep with Sirius for a year or so, see how seriously he takes her."

"Really? Well then, what are they doing in there?" James asked, looking bewildered.

Emma shrugged.

*******

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Sirius asked sincerely.

"Yeah, I've waited my whole life to do this and, well, you're the only person I could ever consider doing it with," Katrina answered breathlessly.

"I mean, it takes some flexibility and endurance," he explained.

"I know, I'm ready," she responded.

"Okay, do you want me to start?" Sirius asked.

"Yeah, I think that would be best," Katrina answered nervously.

"Okay then, ready?"

"Yep."

"Right...left hand blue."

Katrina put her left hand on a blue circle on the white mat.

"Your go," she said.

"Yep, right foot red."

"Right hand yellow."

"Left hand green."

"Left foot yellow."

"Right foot blue."

"Oh man, I can't believe you've never played Twister before!" said Sirius, laughing; Katrina's hair was tickling his nose.

"I know, everybody I know has played it and say they are too old to do it, so I had pretty much resigned myself to going through life Twister-less, then you came along!" Katrina replied, her voice slightly muffled where her face was pressed into her arm. "It's your turn, by the way," she reminded Sirius. Holding his wand in his teeth, he pointed it at the spinner.

"Oh great, left foot yellow," he said, sighing. He attempted to get his foot under Katrina, where the yellow circles were.

"Quit it, you're tickling me!" gasped Katrina, for Sirius's foot was, indeed, rubbing lightly on her stomach, making her giggle.

"Oh really?" He grinned mischievously.

"Sirius, don't you dare, that's cheati- Sirius! Stop! You're going to make me f-!" They both came crashing down on top of each other, laughing hysterically.

"Wow, I can't believe I spent my whole life without the thrill of Twister," Katrina panted incredulously, lifting herself off the floor - and Sirius - and dusting herself down.

"Until now, that is," Sirius amended.

"Yep, until now," she agreed.

"You wanna play again another time?" he questioned, smiling.

"Most definitely," she agreed enthusiastically.

"Man, I never thought I'd find a girl who liked playing Twister," Sirius said, shaking his head disbelievingly. "You are by far the most unusual girl I've ever met; that's why I like you so much."

Katrina smiled, packing up the game.

"Better than all the beautiful people you've met?" she asked curiously.

"Er...beautiful people?" Sirius was now very confused.

"You know...popular people, the ones that fit in," she explained.

"Oh, them. No way, those guys are just sheep; they're so boring. You're something special," he reassured her, smiling.

"Well, isn't this a side of you I've never seen before," Katrina teased him, straightening up.

"Yeah, well, it's not a side that I generally let show," he said, slightly uncomfortable that she should make him act like this.

"Hmm... Maybe you should." Katrina left it at that. "Come on, slow coach, the others probably think we're having hot, crazy, naked sex in here," she said, unknowingly quoting James.

"Haha, yeah, silly friends..." Sirius picked himself up off the floor, finally, and followed Katrina out the shed door.

"Whoa...how long were we in there?" he asked, blinking. The sun had started to set, causing a pink-purple light to wash over the grounds.

"No idea, but this is really pretty, huh?" Katrina mused. "Pink ain't so bad like this..."

"Yeah, and the purple - purple is my favourite colour..." Sirius said dreamily, staring over the grounds.

"I know it's cliché, but do you wanna sit here and watch the sun go down?" he asked, shuffling his feet, only to look up and see Katrina already sitting on the grass, staring at the horizon. He sat down beside her and nervously put his arm around her shoulders. She snuggled into him. This was a gentle, vulnerable side of Katrina he had never seen before. He guessed they'd both learnt something today.

*******

When they finally arrived back in the common room it was to find Emma, Peter, Remus and James all gathered around the one table. Emma casually looked up.

"I just saw you naked," she stated, matter-of-factly.

Sirius spluttered.

"Hey, Sirius, remember how your mother used to drop you off at daycare with me?" James asked. "Well, my mother took photos of you...look." And he showed Sirius a picture of him running around a sprinkler completely starkers, nothing but his birthday suit on.

"JAMES!" he bellowed, grabbing the book and chasing James round the common room, beating him over the head with it whenever he caught him. Emma laughed. "Hey, this is better than the movies! Who wants popcorn?" she asked, reaching into her bag to pull out her wand for some popcorn conjuring. As she was getting it, several other items fell out. Remus picked up a piece of paper curiously. "What's this?" he asked.

"I...don't know," answered Emma honestly, shrugging.

"Dear Emma, thanks for the wild ride last night, I didn't think anybody could ever be that flexible. Can't wait to see you again; here are some more condoms for you, maybe you can practice before tonight and put it on me yourself instead of making me do it,"

Remus read out. James and Sirius stopped acting like idiots to see what the hell was going on. Katrina picked up a pack of 'family sized' condoms, and the little plastic bag that had also fallen out.

"P.S. - I'm giving you back the ones from last night so you can dispose of them; I don't want anybody to know anything," Remus finished.

Moments after picking up the plastic bag, Katrina shrieked, and dropped it back to the floor like a hot coal.

Remus looked up at Emma, disbelief and hurt etched in his features.

"Emma..." he asked quietly. "What's going on?"