Chapter 51: Season of Giving

Sirius loved staying at the Potter's house. Here there were cookies baking, parents smiling, and a shed full of brooms. They didn't care if he didn't comb his hair, or if he ate too much bacon at breakfast. They were kind old people, and he always felt an odd feeling in his chest when they smiled and welcomed him in at the breaks. Like some balloon had been inflated inside his ribcage and threatned to burst.

He realized that feeling was what he was beginning to feel around Hermione.

"Think she'd like this?" Sirius asked as he looked at the two square mirrors before him.

"Hey! That's what we use," James huffed.

"Maybe she would...with me... you know. Talk. Communicate. Look at me and give me attention?"

"It's disturbing. You, floundering over a girl."

"She must really be part Veela," Sirius growled lowly.

"Oh yes, because we're all feeling that inexpiable sensation of unrestrained obsession like you," James answered, badly repressing chuckles.

Sirius felt his shoulders rise in challenge before they sunk with defeat, knowing James was right. Sirius almost wished it was like that, because then James would have offered her stay at his amazing household as well. It seemed that while Sirius had been the most doubtful before, he was now the most trusting.

"I know how it feels, man. You're going through what I did with Evens. Just ride it out."

"Girls suck bludgers," Sirius moaned in self-pity.

"That's why I say witches are bitches, no hogging on snogging, and best mates before potential dates," James chirped.

Sirius rolled his light eyes before: "Remus is right. If you spent any attention in school, you would pass your NEWTS without worry."

"And you? What's your excuse?"

"I'm a lucky dog."

"Your love life begs to differ."


Posted: 2.21.2012
Word Count: 300