Black Desire
“You’re a lucky bastard,” Sirius said. James chuckled, deciding not to reply. They were gazing out over the courtyard, where students were milling about until the end of their break between classes. “How?” Sirius continued. How, indeed. How had James managed to get Lily Evans to agree to date him after all this time? What had James done to change her mind? James was still riding the high he’d felt when Lily had said yes. He glanced sideways at Sirius, his best friend of six years at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. “Hell if I know,” he said honestly. “All I know is that she seems to have come around after Snivellus called her ‘mudblood’.” “Fuck that greasy git,” Sirius hissed. He paused. “On second thoughts, let’s not.” James laughed. At that moment, the …