Title: Flittering
Rating: T
Pairing(s)/Character(s): one-sided Dorcas Meadowes/Sirius Black, Sirius/Emmeline
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em - not making any money off 'em. Dern it.
Word Count: 604
Summary: Dorcas finally makes up her mind, but it's too little, too late.
Notes:
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry: February Event: Singletons' Problems - 10. When that person you thought would be in a relationship after you gets a boyfriend/girlfriend
Big Damn Prompt Race Competition: 23. Character: Dorcas Meadowes
Dorcas Meadowes was used to having all of the guys' attention. She was always considered the prettiest one. The most approachable. The friendliest.
She had her pick of the guys if she wanted to have a boyfriend. But she enjoyed flirting, playing the field, and not settling down to just one guy. Unless it was the right guy of course.
Sirius Black was the right guy. She wanted him with a burning intensity and she'd forfeit all of her current fun if she could possess him in a way no other girl did.
Dorcas started hinting subtly that she was interested in him. She was sure it wouldn't take much to pique his interest. In class, she'd casually brush her hand along his arm when she passed him at his desk on her way to her own desk. If she had to hand him something, her fingers would linger on his just a moment too long. And when they talked, she made sure he was aware that he had her sole attention.
Still, he didn't take the bait, and instead, he continued treating her like a friend.
Dorcas' face screwed up as she thought about what she could do. She tried fluffing her hair and wearing more makeup, but he didn't treat her any differently. When she wasn't wearing her Gryffindor robes, she made sure her clothes were a bit more revealing. After all, he was a man, and he would certainly notice if she was showing more skin. He looked, but he didn't approach her about going on a date, or even just falling into bed for a bit of fun.
She was getting angry. Why wasn't he making his move? All guys wanted her, so why didn't Sirius realize how lucky he was that she chose him over her other admirers?
One day, she got her answer in the form of Sirius kissing Emmeline Vance on the Quidditch field.
Dorcas watched the scene, frozen in place, from where she had been walking towards him, hoping to finally capture him once and for all.
"What?" she asked disbelievingly.
There was no one around her, so of course, she didn't receive an answer. Emmeline wasn't hideous by any means, but she didn't compare to Dorcas when it came to looks. That was something Dorcas was one hundred percent sure about.
So, the question remained. Why was Sirius kissing Emmeline when Dorcas was ready to be taken by him?
That night, she approached Sirius on the way back from the Great Hall after dinner. "Why?" she demanded. She didn't elaborate on it; she was certain he would know what she was asking.
Sure enough, he did. "Emmeline is sincerer. She doesn't play with other guys' emotions for fun. Dorcas, you go from one guy to another, and you never care if you hurt them. I want someone I can trust, and that will never be you."
It wasn't said cruelly, but it still felt as if a sword had gone into Dorcas' stomach. 'I can't be trusted? I just play with others' emotions?'
She never thought of it like that, but from an outsider's point of view, she could understand how it would look as she flittered from boy to boy. "I decided I wanted you," she finally answered
Sirius' eyes were hard. "Yeah, but it would only be until you got bored. I don't want that kind of flakiness in my life." And he walked away from her.
So, because Dorcas couldn't make up her mind, she lost out on being with Sirius to Emmeline. And she had no one to blame but herself.