A.N... Hello... anyone still out there? So ehm hi... hows it going :) I've dropped out of college so i think I'll have more time to write now... Long story... really long lol. Anyway I'm well aware this is late, I've had it written but actually went away for Valentines and didn't get to post it so here we go :)

Disclaimer: I do own Sirius Black :O jk... just a boyfriend that is eerily similar ;)

Hermione stared at the next picture for a few seconds before registering what it was a photo of. A woman's hand pointed daintily towards the camera, a can pulley wrapped around one of her fingers.

"Oh.." Sirius looked fondly.

"What..?"

"Sirius' rebellion against convention."

"Shut up Remus."

"Well it was hardly the epitome of romance!"

"Yea well Valentines is bollocks."

xXx

Red. Everything was fucking red. With hearts. Shoot me, he thought to himself scowling across the breakfast table at the sappy couple currently wrapped around each other. It was sickening. He was seriously considering locking himself in his bedroom for the day, only emerging for food like a gremlin.

"So Sirius. Whats your plans for today, got anything exciting planned for Dorcas?" Marlene smiled sweetly across the table. He was surprised she had extracted herself from Remus' tonsils long enough to ask.

"Nope."

"Oh...are you two fighting again?" the smile quickly turned to a frown of disapproval. Why would she jump straight to that conclusion? They weren't that volatile... were they?

"No, we just don't do Valentines day, " he shrugged nonchalantly... why was he even explaining himself?

"Why ever not? It's a day dedicated to showing the world how in love you are!" He could see Remus smirking from behind his girlfriends back. He knew the annual rant was coming.

"It's a consumer driven holiday designed to keep florists and greeting card companies in business, where single people are ostracised and desperate couples put on a happy front, just to blend in with everyone else. I don't need anyone telling me how or when to love my woman." he banged his fist on the table for emphasis.

"Sorry I asked."

"It's ok love," Remus soothed, "Not everyone appreciates romance."

"I know," she sighed happily gazing around the kitchen overrun with flowers, chocolates, balloons and stuffed animals and all the other assorted crap that came with the blasted day.

"Bleh. If you'll excuse me I have a rather meaningful date with my bed."

"And your right hand." Moony chimed in happily.

Sirius threw them one last disgusted look before slamming the door and locking himself in his room. Valentines... what a joke.

xXx

"SIRIUS ORION BLACK YOU SON OF A BITCH!"

"Why, what the old bat do now?" he looked calmly up from his place on the sofa placing his can of heniken on the shabby coffee table. He was way too used to people bursting through the door and cursing him out to even bat an eye.

"What?" Dorcas looked at him completely flustered by the turn in conversation.

"Never mind. To what do I owe the pleasure of your company and dulcet tones this evening?" he smiled charmingly at her.

"It's Valentines."

"I'm aware" he gestured around the flower covered surfaces.

"So.." she prompted gently.

"So?"

"We're really not doing anything?" horror evident in her wide doe eyes.

"Nope."

"But-"

"Look, you're the one who said you didn't want to do anything." he reasoned.

"Because I hoped you'd surprise me" she threw her hands up in exasperation plopping down beside him on the couch.

"You really underestimate how much of a fuck i do not give. It's just another day."

She stared at him in silence for a few moments.

"Fine."

"Fine?" cautious now Padfoot, what is she planning?

"Yes. Fine. You obviously want to break up."

"What?" he ran his hands trough his hair, the woman was insane.

"If you want to break up just tell me, I could still make the singles night down in "The Brew"."

"I don't want to break up with you. Jesus Christ Dorcas I love you!"

"Well it doesn't feel like it sometimes."

She had to be shitting him. What was it with this day that turned even the coolest chick into a needy wreck or bitter harpy...

"I'm sorry Dor, but I'm not like Remus. I won't buy you a florist or bombard you with chocolates. I don't believe in making a big deal out of just one day when i love you all year round."

"Then why can't you do this for me?" tears started to form in her eyes... it was heart wrenching. Why didn't she believe him?

"It's the principle!"

"Since when do you have principles?" he'd let that one slide.

"What do you want from me?"

"Just make me feel like you care." she murmured looking down at the worn carpet.

"You want me to prove how much I love you?"

"Yes."

"Fine. Let's get married."

There, he'd said it. The thought that had been haunting his mind for months. The silence that followed was deafening.

"Are you serious?"

"Yea, why not? I love you or, no bullshit. I want to be with you forever and if this is what it takes for me to keep you well then so be it." he pulled the pulley off his can and slipped it around her ring finger. "Dorcas Adrienne Meadowes, Will you marry me?"

"So you won't celebrate Valentines day but you'll marry me?" she looked at him in utter bemusement.

"Eh, yea..."

"You are so weird." She kissed him happily staring at her finger. "I love you too."

"So...Was that a yes?"

"Yes you moron!"

xXx

"So then he told me he couldn't live without me and slipped this on my finger, you know, so I can choose the ring myself. It was so romantic," she gushed happily to a beaming Marlene in the kitchen over their coffee.

"Padfoot, I never knew you had it in you," Remus pat him on the back still recovering from the shock.

"Moony, you really have no idea."