Sick Little Games

"Sometimes the hardest thing and the right thing are the same..." –The Fray

Sirius' POV

To be completely honest, I had no idea how I felt. I hated Amos Diggory. Always had. I knew I was the dark, hansom and brooding guy at Hogwarts, and he was the jock with the constant sleezy smile and his neatly styled hair. In the natural order of things, we are enemies. Of course. Which would explain why the fact that him and Jane had been together really pissed me off. First off, she was in my group. Not his group of giggly-girls with their lip gloss and their big hair. Sure, I had dated some of them, but I was the 'bad boy'; I could do what I want, date who I want. Diggory? He couldn't. He was preppy and perfect with his Stepford-life who would one day get himself a trophy wife in a house with a white picket fence, 2 kids and a dog.

So of course he couldn't date Jane. She would never go for that. And I would know that. She would want her independence, she would want an odd looking house with tall old brick walls covered in ivy and a messy garden full of wild flowers and rusted watering cans. Jane would want a pet goat or something like that, and secret passages and a bundle of kids to keep the place busy. So you see, it is obvious (to me) that her and Diggory are not meant to be.

But I hated him for more than that reason. Jane was growing on me. She had always been James' sarcastic sister who thought she was better than everyone else. But since that day over Summer when she helped me with my wounds, she was someone different. Someone who had a Gryffindor heart and would help anyone. Who was happy to be herself and didn't care about what people thought. It took me a while to figure it out, and I'm still not sure, but I think I might like her. As in like-like her. And it only dawned on me when I identified the emotion I felt towards Diggory; jealousy.

For the first time in my life, I was jealous of someone else. And of all people, him. The way Jane would look at him and blush. The way she would smile whenever someone said his name. The way she wore that stupid pewter heart around her neck. It made me hate him and envy him. And I spent nearly two months wishing she would dump his pathetic arse.

And now that they had broken up, I felt a new emotion; guilt.

The look on her face when she read that letter will stay with me until the day I die. It tore me apart inside and I wanted to do anything to bring her smile back. I wanted him to die for making her feel anything but loved and happy. I wanted to kill him. No exaggeration there; I seriously wanted him dead. Because how could he do that to her? A letter? For Merlin's sake, even I wouldn't do that. Ever. And I'm not exactly a super nice and thoughtful guy. But at least I have the balls to do it to their faces. And give a reason.

I have never seen James so pissed off either. If it weren't for Jane's penchant for revenge, I'm pretty sure James would have beaten him to death. And he would definitely have deserved it.

I looked at myself in the mirror and used some hair product to tame the fly-aways. I had to look good, after all I was going as Dorian Gray. The Dorian Gray. I'm related to him on my mother's side, and well, just the whole idea of my family is scary enough for Halloween. But I must say, I do look dashing. The whole open poetic shirt thing I'm wearing will definitely make a majority of the Hogwarts residents swoon.

Confident about how I look, I walk down to the common room, completely lost in my own thoughts. I already know how James, Peter and Remus are dressed; Peter Pan, astronaut and ghost respectively. Yep, I will way be the best looking out of us all. Haha. James in tights? It is just too funny to think.

Peter and Remus were already down in the common room, whispering about something. Probably about the whole Jane thing. But they stopped when I sat down with them. We sat in silence until James came down, looking very, very nervous. "Do I look alright?" He asked as though he was choking. "Do you think Lily will laugh at me?"

Remus chuckled. "You look fine, Prongs. She'll love it."

"Yep." Peter agreed with a grin on his face. "She may laugh, but at least you'll have her attention?"

James looked at him for a moment, as though not sure where he had come from, before turning to me. "Not a word, Padfoot. Not. A. Word."

Smirking, I shake my head. I've already teased him mercilessly about it.

We sat in silence for a bit, waiting for the girls. I'm kind of expecting Jane to come down with red puffy eyes in her PJs saying she is not going, but I also know she would never let him know that he got to her. She likes to be the strong one.

Eventually, the door opened and Dora pranced down the stairs in a ballerina costume. "Good evening!" She chimed, giving us each a hug. She amazes me. I know she cries every day, but she still faces everyone with a welcoming smile and sparking eyes. "You guys all look awesome!"

"Thanks Dora, you too." Remus muttered and I smirked. Oh yes, I can see where this is heading. She beamed at him before turning to face the stairs.

There was a clanging sound, a crash and I feared the worst. But that soon went away when Jane and... Lily came down the stairs. Jane was quite seriously the most amazing person I had ever seen. If it turned out she was some Greek Goddess, I would not at all seem surprised. It was quite the daring Grecian dress; it was obvious that all her working out paid off. But I'm not sure James is impressed with his sister looking like that. It wasn't like she was dressed like a tramp, not at all, in fact, it was rather classy.

Lily, on the other hand, was dressed rather... interestingly. No wonder James liked her; she is probably the only girl I know who would actually dress in a suit of armour. Yes, you read that right. A suit of armour. As in a knight. As in it is the funniest thing I have ever seen. A piece of red hair was sticking out under the helmet and her green eyes stood out quite a bit, so it was definitely Lily.

"Oh. My. Golly. Goodness." James said, staring at Lily. I don't think he has seen his sister yet. "You're my knight in shining armour!"

This is the part where I groan. Good job James, pretty sure you just ruined your chances. But no, Lily just laughed. "Apparently I am." Was all she said, but it was enough to make James go into a trance.

I took the opportunity to greet Jane. "You look lovely."

"Thanks, so do you." She whispered for no apparent reason, but it made my stomach drop.

"You alright?" I asked, looking into her eyes. I could tell she had been crying, but I could also see pure determination and a coldness that made me shiver. But for a moment it went away and I saw the hurt.

"I'll be fine." She said sharply, taking a deep breath. "I'll be okay."

I smiled comfortingly at her, and it was at the point where I was about to say something epically nice that James seemed to notice his sister. "Jane!" He shouted.

Everyone seemed to hold their breath, waiting for him to rage about how she looked. "You—" he began, before smiling. "are going to make him feel like the idiot he is."

Jane smirked. "Oh, I know."

Sure that there was no drama at the moment, we all smiled. It didn't matter that a certain Amos Diggory had hurt our dear friend; tonight was going to be a good night. I could feel it in my bones.

We walked down to the Great Hall as a group. Mostly; Dora was trailing after Remus, who seemed to be lost in his own thoughts. Peter and Lily were having a rather in-depth conversation about... well probably something nerdy. James was holding Jane's arm in his brotherly way, telling stories of some of the stuff we had done – sure, she already knew the stories, but it was nice of him to put in his two cents worth. Me? I just followed behind them, winking at the occasional girl and being my normal brooding self.

Finally reaching the Great Hall, I had to admit that James and Lily really had done an amazing job of the place. It had that haunted feel, with the candles and spider webs hovering and trays of little snacks floating around the room. I quite liked the dim lighting, and the fact that I looked way better than all the other guys in the room. Except for that kid in the bunny costume; he wins hands down. There were enough fairies though. And the princesses? Well they certainly outnumbered everything else.

Feeling like an idiot just standing there, I started conversation with a girl dressed as a cat. I figured she was a 6th year, and with the way she was giggling, I'm putting my money on Hufflepuff. The good thing? She was happy to just keep chatting to me, gushing about whatever girls gush about.

She wasn't bad looking, well, with the mask. But my mind was stuck on the Greek Goddess. Everyone seemed to glance at her every so often, as though their eyes were automatically drawn to her. But that is just the sort of person she is; Jane loves attention, and she somehow makes everyone else feel insignificant. Not me, of course. Nothing could make me feel insignificant.

A sudden silence, however, pulled me out of my thoughts, and I looked at the girl who was now staring where everyone else was staring; at superman (so what if I like comics) and Greek Goddess staring each other off. Pretty sure you could cut the tension with those scissors they give little kids that don't actually work.

"Hi Jane." Amos (superman) said.

"Oh, you." She replied nonchalantly.

Even if I wasn't on Team Jane, I would definitely agree that she was making him look very small. He looked like a little boy. No one seemed to know what was happening, because well, no one really knew about the letter.

"I have no problem that you broke up with me." Jane said smoothly, brushing a stray curl from her eyes. "The problem I have, Diggory, is the way you broke up with me."

I could tell people were itching to whisper to each other. But would they dare miss a second of the scene developing right in front of them? No way. It was far too amusing seeing a fuming Greek Goddess stare down a flustered superman who opened his mouth and closed it a few times like a fish.

"A letter?" She hissed, sparks all but flying from her eyes. "Ten words in a letter? Now tell me, Diggory? Was it ten words because you lack a sufficient vocabulary to give a reason, or was it ten words because more than that is beyond your brain capacity?"

Jane was definitely making a scene deliberately. She loved the attention, and publicly humiliating him was probably just step 1 in her master plan of revenge. Before he got a chance to respond, she smirked and carried on. "Actually, was it a letter because you aren't man enough to do it to my face?" Diggory was fast getting angry, and it was only making Jane carry on. "Are you a man, Amos?"

The crowd watching laughed and Jane sneered at him. "I don't think you are. You're a coward. No wonder you were never sorted into Gryffindor. Too stupid for Ravenclaw, in fact, too daft for Slytherin."

"Shut up." He forced through clenched teeth.

"Shut up?" Jane asked angrily, her hands forming fists. "You want me to shut up? Why? So that the next girl you date will be clueless about the letter you'll leave her? One day, Diggory, some girly isn't going to find that letter, and you'll be screwed."

He started to say something that only Jane could hear, but was cut short when her fist connected with his face. And just like that everyone was cheering. I will never understand that; girls always seem to stick by each other when they break up with someone (I would know), even if it is just for twenty minutes.

She turned around and eyed everyone with an icy glare before striding out of the Great Hall. Giving one last glare at Diggory, who was swearing with his hand held up to his eye, I followed her out.

Turning down an easily looked over corridor, I found Jane sitting on an old chair staring at the wall. "Jane?" I said softly, kneeling down next to her.

"Yeah?" She said, and in the dim light I could see tears running down her face. Damn it, she must be pretty angry.

"Nice show, love. Look into doing that for a career, okay?" I said, making her laugh a bit. Or laugh-sob, if that makes sense.

"I feel like an idiot." She whispered, let her head fall against the wall. "I want to scream and pull at his hair and curse him and hex him and feed him to the giant squid."

I didn't know what to say, so I just stood up awkwardly and pulled her into a hug. I half expected her to pull away, but she just stayed there, sobbing. Soon the sobs turned to jerky breathing, and that soon turned to just heavey, even breaths. And then she pulled away and looked at me, with her big, wet hazel eyes and her eye make-up running down her face. She brushed some of my hair from my face, still staring at me. And then she kissed me. Just moved in for it and kissed me.

Part of me wanted to stay like that forever; kissing Jane Potter. But another part of me reminded me that it meant nothing to her. It was just because she couldn't get this from Amos, so she was getting it from me. Darn it.

And so I made the hardest decision I have made in ages; I stopped kissing her and pulled away. Deliberately not looking at her face – I didn't want to see the disappointment and rejection I knew I would see – I stood up. "Not like this, Jane." I said firmly. "I'm not your rebound guy."

Jane say there, her head hung low so I couldn't see her face, and said nothing.

"You should go clean yourself up. Make him see what he is missing." I whispered, not comfortable seeing this side of her. This desperate, hurt and disappointed side. So I kissed her forehead, turned around and walked away.

And let me tell you, that was difficult. Jane was such a spirited person, and it killed me to walk away. "Don't leave me." I heard her whisper in a small voice that broke my heart, but I ignored it. She would thank me later.

I hope.

I re-entered the Great Hall, and everything seemed to have gone back to normal. Kind of. I had obviously missed something; Dora and Remus were dancing. As in dancing together. To some ridiculously slow dance. It was so weird to see; he towered over the little blonde. But she seemed happy, so that was good. Actually, she looked like Christmas had come early.

Shaking my head, I sat down with Peter, James and Lily. "Who've you been kissing?" Lily asked at the same time as James asked "Have you seen Jane?"

"She went to freshen up." I said to James. "And I have no bloody idea." I answered Lily. And it was true. That was not the Jane I knew. I had no idea who that was.

They all laughed at me and I shook my head. They must never find out; James would assume I took advantage of his little sister, Lily freak out and Peter... well he would probably figure it out anyway.

There was a comfortable silence, broken when James turned to Lily. "Lily, I know that I am wearing tights right now, and that you think I am an arrogant prat. But look at this!" he said, gesturing to the room. "This is our baby! Together we make things awesome!

So really Lily, will you be my other half? My knight in shining armour?" He took a deep breath. "My girlfriend?"

No one breathed. We got kind of used to his asking Lily out thing, but he hadn't for ages. And no one seemed to know how Lily would react. But she hadn't seemed to have reacted. She just stared at him through the hole in her helmet whilst poor James started to turn purple from lack of oxygen.

"He is turning purple, Lil." Peter whispered.

Her eyes closed then opened again, and I took the lack of response as a good sign. "Yeah sure." She said, lifting the helmet.

James sighed and his face went back to its normal colour. Five – four – three – two... hah, and James has just registered what her answer was. "YES!" he shouted, jumping up and nearly knocking her over with a hug. "I promise I will be the best boyfriend ever. I promise promise promise!"

He took a few breaths to calm himself down, and took an opportunity to sneer at Snivelius. "I must tell Jane." He muttered, still grinning like an idiot. He stood up, half stumbling, and skipped out the room. Sometimes I actually do wonder if he is homosexual. You know, the tights, the skipping, the hair product he uses to give his hair the defy-gravity look, the way he had his nails painted that one time, and how he kissed that one guy... yeah, you get the picture. But nay! Apparently he is straight... funny that.

The rest of the night went alright. No one saw Diggory, who apparently had a rather nasty looking black eye already. Jane made her presence know and made everyone else's self esteem plummet. Dora and Remus danced and danced and danced. But no, they aren't dating; I asked him. They just 'felt like dancing.' Hah. He just didn't want to enter something where he would be keeping a massive secret. And me and Peter? We held a competition to see who could make the most girls blush. Surprisingly, he won. And I have no idea how.

A/N

Howdy Ya'll! I'ma going to be more frequent with my uploading new chapters as of now. I have finished writing this story, so now I'll just update when I remember. Also, the title is a song by All Time Low.

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