Disclaimer: The Characters and the magic of the Harry Potter world were created by the all powerful J. K. Rowling. I just come up with interesting 'what if' scenarios and post them on the internet and wait for reviews that will boost my self-esteem.

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It was love at first sight.

Well, I can't speak for him, but for me . . . it was like time had stopped and all was perfect and right with the world. As he stepped into the train car, he brushed his long fingers threw his chin length, black hair. A pair of the smokiest blue/gray eyes I had ever seen made contact with my warm golden ones. Then my angel spoke to me, my heart skipped a beat and my palms became sweaty. His beautiful voice stopped speaking . . . I hadn't caught a word of what he said.

"Hum?" I asked, not trusting my voice. Afraid my current desire to kiss his soft-looking lips would be spoken.

"Do you mind if we sit with you?" He asked again. For the first time I noticed his friend, who looked like he was in dire need of a hair brush. It seriously looked like a small black animal was attacking his head, oddly enough it suited him.

"Oh! Sure, I mean, I don't mind!" I blushed as he sat across from me and his friend sat next to him.

"Hi, I'm Sirius and this is my best mate James," Sirius said. Then he waited for my name with a pause.

I looked at my lap; took a deep breath and spoke my first actual words to him. I hope he loves my voice as much as I love his, I thought. "Remus," I whispered. I saw confusion in his beautiful eyes when I looked up. Apparently I hadn't spoken loud enough. I swallowed the large lump that had formed in my throat. "Remus . . . Remus Lupin," I said a little louder.

His confused frown turned into a small smile. "Remus Lupin," my love whispered loud enough for me to hear. I shivered in delight; I absolutely love it when he says my name.

"Well, hello Remus Lupin," James said with a large smile that didn't effect me as much as Sirius'. "What house do you want to sort into?"

I told them I wanted at least Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw, I knew I wouldn't get Gryffindor. My mom has always told me how smart and kind I am. But I knew I'd end up in Slytherin and I told the black haired boys as much. What I didn't tell them was how I knew I'd end up there. It's because of my evil blood. I'm tainted, bitten by a werewolf when I was six. There's no way the clean houses would want something so dirty in their rooms.

James went on about how he knew he would be in Gryffindor. He became rather big- headed and full of himself. James knew what he wanted and he knew he'd get it. Not only did he state the fact that everyone in his family was Gryffindor, but also counted off all of his personality traits that corresponded with the Gryffindor traits.

He shut up when Sirius smacked him in the head and told James to shut his cocky trap. Sirius' words, not mine. Then Sirius told me what house he wanted. I was trying to pay attention to him as he said he too would most likely be a Slytherin because of his blood-line. I would love to be in the same house as him, in the same common room, same bedroom, same bed . . . NO! I mustn't think about THAT! I need to get my mind out of the gutter. I was blushing as I pushed the image of Sirius and me kissing feverishly in a bed.

" . . . . Gryffindor; that's the house I truly want," the object of my day-dream was saying. It was then that something, I'm not sure what, but something seemed . . . I don't know . . . off: out of place, wrong, odd . . . dirty. I didn't realize it until we were falling asleep in our dorm.

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James, Sirius and I were sorted into the same house to my utter amazement, Gryffindor. We were even in the same bedroom, (sadly it's only one per bed) along with a chubby boy named Peter. (The fifth bed was empty.)

I was laying there in my bed with a full stomach and my new best friends near by. I could hear James' loud snores, Peter mumbling in his sleep, and Sirius I believed to be dead. He wasn't making a sound at all; I could not even hear his breathing.

Sirius . . . he is perfect, I thought. My ears are sensitive and I'm easily woken by most noises. I took my wand from my night stand and put a silencing charm on Peter and James' beds, as I do with my mother's room.

Peace and quite. . .

As I sat my wand down I glanced over at my sleeping beauty. I lay back down thinking of how easy it would be to slip into his bed and start kissing his moist lips and sucking the wet muscle in his mouth. In my mind: I'm in his bed trailing kisses across his jaw, then nipping and sucking the smooth skin on his neck. Sirius' head is back and he's moaning my name. I crawl on top of him, straddling his hips. "Oh, Sirius," I whisper as we look into each others eyes, his glowing gray in the moon light. This is the only time in which I like the moon. I whisper his name again, loving the way it feels on my lips. Now I'm kissing him again, putting all of the passion in my heart in to the kiss that tastes like milk-chocolate. Oh, how I love chocolate.

The growing pressure in my pants causes me to grind my hips down on his.

That's where my dream ends. Reality comes crashing down on me as I groaned at both the heat that was racing to my groin and the fact the Sirius is a BOY!

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