Summary
"Let me be absolutely clear about one thing: I did not fancy Sirius Black. In fact, I'd rather have a fascinating fixation of fanged puffskeins than him." Sirius Black was everything she despised and more. And yet, she couldn't help noticing him. Constantly. Repeatedly. All the time. Her life was supposed to be simple; then why was he so insistent on making it anything but? (M-Era)