Sirius Black rolled his eyes with an easy smile. She was being shy, how adorable. They would be perfect together.
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"Black, you idiot! You don't love me! I don't even like you like that!" she pushed him away.
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He planted his feet. He was bigger and stronger and he had no intention of giving up. She was lying, they both knew it. "Well, my dear, I happen to know you do like me that way!" Sirius announced.
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"Um, no, I don't think I do! Who even said so!?" she exclaimed, willing the blush away. Worrying that she may be overcompensating and he'd know the truth for sure. She was becoming distraught. She felt justified though; he was accusing her of wanting him. It was horribly awkward, the thought. Surely he was just messing with her.
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"Madame Aramita!" He exasperated, like that would be obvious and convincing. It wasn't his fault she was in love with him, and even less his fault that she'd managed to charm him as well. A harsh laugh slipped from between pretty lips.
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"The divination teacher?! You're joking," she frowned, he was picking on her. He thought they ought to date because of some crack pot psychic? Insane, she always knew he was absolutely insane.
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"No, she confirmed it even, said that we belong together!"
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She threw her hands in the air in pure frustration. She looked beautiful though, to him. With a violent shake of anger she turned on her heels. "Bye," she said through her teeth. She'd made it a few steps when his hand gently wrapped around her arm. Her eyes blurred a bit, angrily she turned her eyes to the ceiling. This wasn't working for her. "Don't tell me how to feel," She refused to meet his eyes. She wanted to refuse and deny him. He, who had wormed his way into her stubborn heart.
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He stepped forward, tentatively. It was strange for him to feel nervous about a girl. His arms looped around and held tight around her waist. He pulled her into this chest, his chin rested on her head, "I'm not telling you how to feel,"
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"Yes, you are,"
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"Okay, so I am. Let me rephrase, do you love me?"
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This wasn't fair. Then again since when was Sirius Black ever fair? She lifted her hand. Her thumb and forefinger measured out about a half-inch. He wouldn't get a straight answer if she could help it.
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"That's a start,"
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His lips pressed against her temple. He waited for any outward signs of anger to reappear. Moving on he kissed behind her ear. Her hair smelt sweet and flowery.
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"…Black…" she sighed, because, okay, maybe, yes, she did love him. She didn't want to trust him. Even after being friendly for years now. He was the marauder known for him fickleness with girls. She refused to be another. Her eyes involuntarily closed. Realizing what was occurring she turned quickly in his arms, she met his eyes sharply, "Do you love me?"
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"I wouldn't have done this if I didn't reciprocate, love," he grinned.
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"Will you say it then?"
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"I love you,"
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"Good," she whispered, she'd hold him to that later, for now she'd just kiss him.