Meant to Be (A Marauders Fan-Fic)

Everyone knows the Marauders, James Potter, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, and Peter Pettigrew. But they don't know about us. The times when the Marauders haven't played the prank that got them into shit, we have, but we intend to go all out his year. I am part of a group, or pack of troublemakers. My name is Pitch, and I am a Miscreant...


11. 10|| Just a Date

~the day of the date~

Pitch's POV

   I shot out of bed when my alarm clock went off and jumped on Arty and Lily to wake them up.

"Wake up fools!" I screamed. "I have a date and I need your bloody help!"

   With that, I sprinted to the bathroom to shower. I used my favourite lemon scented shampoo, and orange scented body wash, which made me smell like a citrus garden. I loved it. When I got out, Artemis was standing there, looking very businesslike.

"Lily helped you with Halloween, I'm helping you now. No arguing," she stated, before dragging me to a dressing table. I was plonked down on a stool, and Arty got to work. She magically dried and straightened my naturally straight hair, which I pointed out to her.

"Paws, I know what I'm doing. Now shut up and keep still," she growled.

"Okay, okay. Jeez, what twisted your knickers in a knot?" I asked, but she just ignored me and carried on with the beautifying process. She spread a hint of red lip gloss on my mouth, and gave me a smokey effect around my eyes. A bit of blush, a touch of bronze near my eyes, and voilá, beautiful.

"Now, a decent dress," Artemis said, more to herself than me. She rifled through her trunk, pulling out dress after dress until...

"Perfect!" she exclaimed, holding up a strapless knee length black dress with a white band around the waist.

"What about my scar? I'd rather people keep thinking it was make-up, and no one can see the ones on my back," I said. She shrugged and cast a glamour on my shoulder and back, covering any sign of scars. I slipped the dress on while she looked for some shoes, surprised that her trunk held so many things. It was kinda scary, until I realised, we're magical, probably some sort of Expansion Charm. Eh, I was never the smart one. That's Lily's job.

"Here, put these on. You'll look alright in them, I think," she told me, throwing me a pair of black ballet flats. I slipped them on, and luckily, they fit.

"It's a good think you have big feet," I muttered. Artemis started laughing.

"Well, you know what they say; Big feet..." she began.

"Big shoes," I finished, and we both collapsed laughing.

"Come now. Don't mess up your make up. Just let me cast a charm on it so it won't run..." she took out her wand and I closed my eyes so she wouldn't poke them out. A warm feeling covered my face, and vanished as quickly as it arrived.

"Okay, you're all set. Have fun with Black!" she exclaimed. I chuckled.

"Yeah yeah, Arty. See you later," I said, walking out the dorm. Butterflies filled my stomach as I walked to the common room. t was an unusual feeling, and I wasn't really keen on it. I stopped on the last few stairs and did a double-take. There, standing in the common room waiting for me, was Black, and boy did he look fiiiine! He was wearing a black T-shirt (Hee Hee, black on Black... Blackception!), and a pair of dark jeans. His hair was neater than usual, but still pretty messy, and he had a silver chain around his  neck.

"Wow, Pitch, you look... amazing!" he gasped. I grinned.

"You aren't too bad yourself, Black," I replied casually. He rolled his eyes.

"You really are an idiot. I don't know why I'm going through with this," he said, shaking his head. I punched his shoulder lightly and started walking past him.

"Face it, I'm simply irresistible," I shouted.

Sirius' POV

   She looked great... which means this will be a whole lot easier for me to play along with. I mean, sure, it was pretty cruel of me to pretend I'm in love with her, but who cares. Money and sweets are much more awesome than one random girl. Besides, I've got the choice of any girl in Hogwarts. I can sleep with them without the trouble of... ugh... commitments.

"Pitch, wait up! I'm supposed to be taking you out, not the other way around!" I shouted, running behind her in the middle of Hogsmead.

"Then hurry up, Black!" Pitch called over her shoulder. She did stop though, and when I caught up to her, she was leaning against a wall.

"You couldn't have gone too far. You don't know where I'm taking you," I gasped, trying to catch my breath.

"Well, for a star Quidditch player, you really are unfit," she chuckled. I groaned.

"It's supposed to be a date, not a bloody workout!" I protested. She laughed.

"Okay okay. take me where we have to go."

With that, we linked arms, and I lead her to an Italian restaurant, not far from The Hogs' Head.

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