Wanting Sirius Black was like licking an icicle.
He was there, cool and tempting and beautiful, and then suddenly as soon as you drew close he was gone. And you had to wonder if you'd ever really had him in the first place.
You knew it was wrong. You always knew it was wrong. Lily Evans and Sirius Black simply didn't go together. The names crashed together like cymbals, and there was no love, but only intrigue. Like this was a game you were both dying to play.
And you did, until he disappeared under your touch. And you lost.