Are You Sirius? (Harry Potter Fanfic)

Stinker

"I do not fucking hate my younger brother!" Sirius glared at her. "Bloody hell!"

"Not so loud," Serenity said, her voice slightly raised.

"It's not as if your mom's here still, and I can get caught!"

"My little sister's still here, and she could very easily tell either my mom or my older sister that you are in here! And what do you think will happen then?"

Sirius glared. His nostrils flared. His hands clenched at his side, opening and closing a couple of times as he attempted to calm himself down. He finally crossed both of his arms and legs as he sat on her bed, glaring at her, thinking of what to say while she glared back from where she sat in her computer chair, perched in front of the shelf containing the books which declared his supposed hatred for his younger brother.

And she said nothing, which in turn only made him even angrier.

Finally, he said, "Your books are junk."

"Excuse me."

"If they say that I hate my brother, then they are a bloody lie!" Sirius snapped, trying to be careful to keep his voice down.

And she glared. Oh, how he hated how that girl glared at him. It reminded him of how Lily would glare at James, yet he didn't have a crush on this random Muggle girl, unlike that situation. She was beyond irritating. But what she said next only served to make him even angrier. "Then you're in denial."

"Excuse me?"

"Because my books aren't lies," Serenity said, glaring at her, hunching over with her books on the shelf behind her, as if she was determined to protect some form of treasure. And in a way, they were, as they supposedly contained stuff regarding the future that Sirius was not to know.

And oh how he knew she was right about finding out about the future and changing it, how it can have unintended consequences. "They're bloody lies if they say I hate my brother."

"No, you're in denial that you hate your brother," she said.

"To hell with the consequences of knowing the future! It doesn't always end up being negative consequences." He glared. "I am not in denial about hating my brother. There is nothing he could possibly ever do that would make me hate him." Sirius smiled at her, almost daring her to reveal something, anything that would prove him otherwise, which in turn would mean he wouldn't have to try and get past her to see the books. "So there."

"Yes, there is," she said.

And suddenly, Sirius felt ill, thinking that there was something which could possibly make him hate Regulus. "What? What could possibly happen to make me hate Regulus?"

Her mouth opened as if to answer his question, her facial features softening, reminding him of the girls at school who would spazz out whenever someone famous was mentioned that they happened to like.

"Oh. Great. I'm now equivalent to some famous celebrity posing in magazines that the girls go gah over."

Serenity flinched, her facial features sharpening again as she pointed her finger at him. "I'm not falling for that!"

"Excuse me?" Sirius lowered his hands to his crossed legs, far from amused by the girl's actions.

"I'm not revealing stuff you don't already know in the books," Serenity said. She let out a sniff. "But you should already know, or you an idiot?"

"Apparently, I'm an idiot for not figuring out something that you oh Queen-of-the-Crappy-Books thinks is so obvious."

"The Harry Potter books aren't crap!"

"Your Harry Pooper books are definitely crap!"

"You!" Her teeth clenched. Her hands clenched at the edge of her chair, though Sirius had to say they clenched even more. "You're a jerk! A major jerk!"

"Oh, didn't your books tell you that already, Ms. Smug-Because-I-Know-the-Future-and-You-Don't?"

"Of course they did, just as they told me you're some kind of pervert, you pervert!" And now she was yelling despite moments before telling him she didn't want her younger sister finding him there.

"I am not a pervert!" He pointed at her, that arm resting in his other hand while attempting to pull a rather smug look expected of anyone who was a Black—except perhaps one Regulus Arcturus Black who couldn't pull such a look to save his life. "If I were, I'd be flirting with you instead of arguing with you!"

"You're not flirting with me because I'm ugly!"

And he glared at her, not seeing it. Yet, not seeing it told him one thing, and that one thing wasn't something he was in the mood for. "Oh. Great. I'm dealing with one of those girls with self-esteem issues regarding her looks. Yippe."

"See! You think so!"

"Stop speaking for me! That just goes to show how crappy your stinky books are!" Sirius snapped. "And there is absolutely nothing that could make me hate Regulus! Nothing, nothing at all!"

"You hate your entire family."

"What?" Sirius narrowed his eyes, not following her logic.

"You say as much in the books," she said.

"That I hate my family?"

"Yes!"

"Oh yeah. Because me hating my family means I bloody hate Regulus! You know, you're quite the moron, but I honestly don't like you!"

"Because I'm not pretty!"

"Would you stop that already! I hate you because you keep insisting that I hate my kid brother despite me saying I don't, which shows just how crappy your stupid Harry Pooper books are! And you call me a jerk, but you're the crappy person insisting that I hate one of the people I care a whole lot about, insisting it's all in those precious, stupid books of yours!"

"You jerk!"

"You bitch!"

And with that, a look of shock appeared on her face.

He sat there, not caring at this point as she'd managed to say something of him that outright insulted him—the idea he could hate Regulus. He smirked. "Okay, the real bitch is my old lady, you know, and that would definitely make me a son of a bitch, but that should make it quite clear not to mess with me when it comes to Regulus. Got it?"

"Hi," said a voice at his elbow, making Sirius let out a rather undignified yelp as he moved away from the voice.