A/N: Hola, Amigos o_o; Heh… That last chapter was a bit odd, no? Anywho! Continuing with the story…
Disclaimer: Characters belong to J.K Rowling, as I've said in previous chapters, and, since you're reading anything that has to do with Harry Potter, you should know that, you silly-willy! "Kiseki no Umi" belongs to Maaya Sakamoto ^_^; "Outside" is by StainD
Snuffles' Stay
Chapter Eight
Neither one stirred so much as an inch until late in the afternoon. Sirius was the first to crack open an eye; well aware of the lithe form curled up in his arms. He smiled, slightly remembering the previous night, and the words she had fessed. What exactly did she mean by 'Everyone I've loved has faded away from me?' Well, he figured, I guess that some people have. Harry's got Ginny to worry over, her Mum and Dad have the new babies to look forward to… So, in a sense, she was partially right. He gave a slight shrug and Hermione nuzzled her face further into his chest.
Sirius began to hum, deep in his throat. Halfway between, "Nobody knows the Trouble I've Seen," Hermione gave a stir and opened her eyes. "Good After-noon, Sleepin' Beauty!" he acknowledged, grinning down at her.
Hermione huffed indignantly. "Shut up," she croaked. "It's too early. My head's pounding horribly."
"Just the after-affects of your drunkenness!"
She bolted upward, Sirius' arms still wrapped around her waist. "My what?" she demanded.
"Your drunkenness! You know… you went over your limit with an alcoholic beverage, and thus, you became intoxicated," he added, with a malicious grin.
"Oh no… oh no, oh no, oh no!" She glanced up at Sirius with wide eyes. "What did I do?"
"Nothing, really. Just whined… Complained. You know… the things you do on an everyday basis."
Hermione's eyes narrowed dangerously. "I don't whine and complain on an everyday basis, I'll have you know! No, seriously… What did I do?"
"You just asked me not to leave."
"…Oh…" She forced a weak, half-assed smile. "Well, thank you for heeding my request."
"You're welcome."
Sirius decided not to move, slinking back against the warm comfort of her bed. "I really don't feel like getting up," he said. "Do you?"
Hermione shook her head. "Not as of now. I'm too comfortable." She laid herself back against Sirius' chest, taking in his body warmth. "Sirius?"
He had closed his eyes, holding her tight against himself. "Yes?"
"Well, I was wondering. What happens to you after this summer? Where will you go? What will you do? What purpose do you plan to fulfill? Why?"
Sirius widened his eyes a tidbit. "Well… I'm not sure. I suppose that I'll come back to Hogwarts with you lot and stay in the Forbidden Forrest, or my old perch in Hogsmeade. Who knows? Maybe I'll stay with you three in Gryffindor Tower this year, special permission from Dumbledore, or something. I really should write the old man!" He pinched the bridge of his nose, grinning. "Maybe I'll be able to stay in some poor, unsuspecting young girl's dormitory?"
Hermione twisted her torso and glared at him hardly. "…What?" she asked, a venomous side to her firm voice.
"I was talking about you, of course!" He chuckled softly at the bewildered glance on Hermione's face.
"I don't think Crookshanks would appreciate the lack of attention."
"He doesn't seem to mind it that much, now does he?" Sirius glanced down to the foot of the bed, where Crookshanks lied, curled up in a ginger ball.
"Because he figures that you're temporary."
Sirius arched his eyebrows, which seemed connect to his dark hairline. "Am I?"
"Well!" She, too, arched her eyebrows. "That depends, doesn't it?"
"On what?" he asked, a small grin tugging at his lips.
Hermione's cheeks flushed a light pink shade. "Never mind," she muttered, wiggling out of his grasp and scooting off the side of the bed. "I need to take a shower." She turned to face Sirius, face still pink. "I'll be out in a few minutes." Without gathering clean clothing, she walked into the shower, shutting the door what she figured was all the way.
Her bare feet padded their way to the clear-doored shower, and numbly-played fingers twisted the furtive knobs. Steamy-hot water poured from the faucet… She smiled, slipping off her soft clothing, and whipped her uncooperative hair. Without a back-glance at the slightly-opened door, she stepped into the shower and shut the clear door.
Ever since she was little, she had sung in the shower. It was like a bad habit; it followed her wherever she was. Where there was water, there was a tune… No matter what sort of tune it was. This time, it happened to be a Japanese Pop-song that she had heard a while back, not remembering where from.
"Yami no yozora ga futari wakatsu no wa
Yobiau kokoro hadaka ni suru tame
Kazari nugisute subete nakusu toki
Nanika ga mieru
Kaze yo watashi wa tachimukau
Yukou kurushimi no umi e to
Kizuna kono mune ni kizan de
Kudakeru nami wa hatenaku tomo"
Her voice flowed softly over the lyrics, giving a slow, humming-like warble over selective lyrics, carrying the lovely tune as in-tune as possible.
What she didn't know, was that Sirius was listening on the other side of the door.
"Nani o motomete dare mo arasou no?
Nagashita cishio hana o sakaseru no?
Toutoki ashita kono te ni suru made
Deaeru hi made"
The door swung open without the need of force. Sirius was staring at the door while it opened, and in his shock, didn't move his gaze away; thus, he was staring into the bathroom of a 17 year old adolescent woman, naked, with glistening water beads covering her slim body. And if Hermione had noticed, she hadn't really cared. That scared the shit out of Sirius.
He found it hard to tear his gaze away from the beauty before him. He even had to slap himself to gain control of his bodily functions again! He gave a slight groan, feeling the blood rush from his head, to his pounding heart, to his groin. Damn it, he told himself. That just -had- to happen, didn't it?
Hermione turned and gazed at where the door would usually be. Instead, she found the eyes, and the being of Sirius Black glancing back at her, and she instantly felt the heat rise to her cheeks.
She didn't stop singing, though. No; on the contrary. She just continued to wash herself, and sing, and reverted her gaze back to the shower nozzle.
Sirius gaped like a fish out of water, flopping its lips around in helpless glory. She didn't… mind? His eyes were wide in shock, his eyebrows were arched in unnaturalness, and his groin was almost as hard as a rock.
How much worse could it get?
*****
"Nagashita chishio hana o sakaseru no?"
Do flowers bloom from flowing blood?
Hermione really didn't mind him staring at her. It would have only been a matter of time, anyway? No, she thought, I'm not like that. But it's only human anatomy; female anatomy! It's not like he's never seen a woman before.
She dismissed his glance and continued washing her body with the large, pink pouf and the scented body-wash that smelled of Cucumber-Melon. To wash her chest, she arched her back, rubbing the pouf over her chest in soft strokes and slight circles, never minding the knowing glance of Sirius Black.
I can smell that from here… and it smells… really… really good. I've really… I've really got to stop looking at her! Turn… your… gaze, Mr. Black! He mustered one last, good size-up of her glistening female body, then turned and buried his head into her pillow.
Hermione stepped out of the shower, wrapped a towel around her soaked figure, and walked out of the bathroom, stopping at her dresser and bending over to open the drawer. She really… really… shouldn't have done that Sirius thought when he sat up, staring straight at Hermione's bum. He gave a sudden yelp.
"Hermione Granger! Don't… Stand up straight!"
Hermione figured that Sirius still had his face buried into her pillow, but when she heard his voice, she nearly jumped out of her skin. "Sirius! Don't… stare… at… my… bum!" She wheeled around real quick, blushing furiously, to find Sirius' head buried back into her pillow.
"You know, I can't HELP it, when it's right in front of my face!" he muffled through the pillow. Not that it's a bad bum, but… he thought inwardly.
"It's not MY fault that it's in your face! You really shouldn't… stare at me!"
"It's male testosterone!" Sirius growled, sitting up again, eyelevel with Hermione's chest. "Why are you staring at me like that?"
"I'm not staring at you in any particular way!"
"Yes, you are!"
"No, I'm not!" Yes, you are, Hermione… You are so flirting with him! Hermione told herself.
"You purposely left the bathroom door open, didn't you?"
"I didn't leave it open; you opened it yourself!"
"Why would I open it? To spy on you, lathering yourself up in the shower?"
"Why else? Your eyes tell me quite a bit." She glanced into his eyes, noticing the wicked flicker they mirrored. "I daresay you liked it!"
"Don't flatter yourself, Granger!" he growled again, his mind racing with a thousand thoughts that he -really- shouldn't be thinking. This was a 17 year old girl, in her prime. Untouched, unscathed, unspoiled… He gave himself a mental slap, a deep rumble escaping his lips.
"I wouldn't bother…" she said, closing her eyes halfway and glancing down to the bed. She turned her back to him, pulling out her clothing, and walked back to the bathroom door. "Since you've already seen me naked, I don't think it's any harm to do this here!" She threw off her towel, exposing her pale, slender body.
Sirius had to physically grab the bedspread to stop from leaping up and grabbing her. He watched her long, glistening legs as she pulled her panties over her bottom, adjusted her bra over her bosom, and slipped into her pants, and her shirt.
Hermione narrowed her eyes at him, turned her back to him, and walked to the door, muttering incoherently about him. Bloody git, looking at me like that… It's just a body! It's not like he hasn't seen one before, you know? Well, what do you know, Granger? It's probably been… No, don't think about that. That's stupid, Granger, really stupid.
She fixed her hair into a messy bun at the nap of her neck, walked into her main room, and stared at Sirius for a few moments. "Would you kindly like to explain yourself?" she inquired, giving him a curt, malice-filled smile. "I would appreciate it."
"I don't have anything to explain."
"I see…" She gave him a sweet smile. "No, you don't have to trust me with anything. I see how it is. I pour my heart out to you in my most vulnerable state, yet… that doesn't matter… Noo, of course not."
Sirius growled, and with a small 'pop,' transformed into his dog alter-ego. "I'm not going to explain a thing about myself right now."
"Fine!" She gave a protestant stomp, and with a deviant glare, she threw herself down the stairs. "Mum? Can we go somewhere tonight? And bring Harry and Ron? Please?"
"I… don't know, dear. It's… I just don't know."
"Please, Mum? I want… I need to, Mum, please, just this… one night…"
"How is Harry supposed to get here?"
"I have an idea…"
And with a pinch of Floo powder, her head was chatting playfully with a joyful Ron Weasley.
*****
Harry,
You'll never believe this, but Hermione's making us go to a 'karateoke' place. I dunno what that is, but it sounds kinda interesting. Some kind of Muggle place, I s'pose. You have to fly to Hermione's house, though. I don't reckon her Dad wants to drive all the way out to the Dursleys again!
Just wear the Invisibility Cloak; nobody'd see you… surely not those stupid Muggles who don't see anything right infront of their faces. Be at Hermione's by 2:30pm… We'll meet you there. Ginny's coming, too.
-Ron
*****
2:30 PM rolled around relatively quickly. The five of them were piled into the Granger's car and on their way to the nearest Karaoke place, with Ron and Ginny asking Hermione and Harry what the hell Karaoke was. Laughing, Hermione answered them.
"A Karaoke Bar is a place where Muggles gather together to sing popular songs, using only the lyrics that appear on a screen, that are on the 'charts' at the time. In Japanese, Karaoke means 'Tone Deaf.'"
"That's comforting, isn't it?" Ron commented, eyes twinkling. "Being in a Muggle building, surrounded by Muggles, listening to tone deaf gits belting out muggle music!"
Hermione stifled a laugh. "You'll see when we get there!"
They arrived, not much later, at the Karaoke bar. The five got out of the car, walked into the building, and sat at a table near the front of the stage.
Hermione grabbed a menu and thumbed through it, Ginny leaning over her shoulder and reading it as well. Ron and Harry were looking at a menu as well, Ron muttering, "What is that? Muggles have some strange names for things…" And Harry cocking up an eyebrow every now and then.
Surprisingly, even out of her shyness, Hermione picked out a song, gave it to the technical advisor, and stepped onto the stage after the person singing a horrible rendition of "Special" by Garbage, and waited, microphone in hand.
The song started up… slow, acoustic. She tapped her thigh, glancing around nervously, noticing Ron's sharp blue eyes on her.
And you bring me to my knees… again
All the times that I could beg you please, in vain
All the times that I felt insecure for you
And I leave my burdens at the door
I'm on the outside, and I'm looking in
I can see through you, see your true colors
'Cause inside you're ugly, ugly like me
I can see through you, see to the real you
All the times that I felt like this won't end… was for you
And I taste what I could never have… it was from you
All the times that I hide my intentions full of pride
But I waste time more than anyone…
But I'm on the outside, I'm looking in
I can see through you, see your true colors
Cause inside you're ugly, ugly like me
I can see through you, see to the real you
All the times that I've cried
All this wasted… it's on the inside
And I feel all this pain
Stuffed it down… It's back again
And I lie here in bed
All alone… I can't mend
But I feel tomorrow will be Okay…
I'm on the outside, and I'm looking in
I can see through you, see your true colors
'Cause inside you're ugly, ugly like me
I can see through you, see to the real you…
She held out the last note for a few moments, staring pointedly at a pair of dark eyes coming from a corner. Sirius… She was singing this song, pointedly, to Sirius, who was watching her from the corner.
Disclaimer: Characters belong to J.K Rowling, as I've said in previous chapters, and, since you're reading anything that has to do with Harry Potter, you should know that, you silly-willy! "Kiseki no Umi" belongs to Maaya Sakamoto ^_^; "Outside" is by StainD
Neither one stirred so much as an inch until late in the afternoon. Sirius was the first to crack open an eye; well aware of the lithe form curled up in his arms. He smiled, slightly remembering the previous night, and the words she had fessed. What exactly did she mean by 'Everyone I've loved has faded away from me?' Well, he figured, I guess that some people have. Harry's got Ginny to worry over, her Mum and Dad have the new babies to look forward to… So, in a sense, she was partially right. He gave a slight shrug and Hermione nuzzled her face further into his chest.
Sirius began to hum, deep in his throat. Halfway between, "Nobody knows the Trouble I've Seen," Hermione gave a stir and opened her eyes. "Good After-noon, Sleepin' Beauty!" he acknowledged, grinning down at her.
Hermione huffed indignantly. "Shut up," she croaked. "It's too early. My head's pounding horribly."
"Just the after-affects of your drunkenness!"
She bolted upward, Sirius' arms still wrapped around her waist. "My what?" she demanded.
"Your drunkenness! You know… you went over your limit with an alcoholic beverage, and thus, you became intoxicated," he added, with a malicious grin.
"Oh no… oh no, oh no, oh no!" She glanced up at Sirius with wide eyes. "What did I do?"
"Nothing, really. Just whined… Complained. You know… the things you do on an everyday basis."
Hermione's eyes narrowed dangerously. "I don't whine and complain on an everyday basis, I'll have you know! No, seriously… What did I do?"
"You just asked me not to leave."
"…Oh…" She forced a weak, half-assed smile. "Well, thank you for heeding my request."
"You're welcome."
Sirius decided not to move, slinking back against the warm comfort of her bed. "I really don't feel like getting up," he said. "Do you?"
Hermione shook her head. "Not as of now. I'm too comfortable." She laid herself back against Sirius' chest, taking in his body warmth. "Sirius?"
He had closed his eyes, holding her tight against himself. "Yes?"
"Well, I was wondering. What happens to you after this summer? Where will you go? What will you do? What purpose do you plan to fulfill? Why?"
Sirius widened his eyes a tidbit. "Well… I'm not sure. I suppose that I'll come back to Hogwarts with you lot and stay in the Forbidden Forrest, or my old perch in Hogsmeade. Who knows? Maybe I'll stay with you three in Gryffindor Tower this year, special permission from Dumbledore, or something. I really should write the old man!" He pinched the bridge of his nose, grinning. "Maybe I'll be able to stay in some poor, unsuspecting young girl's dormitory?"
Hermione twisted her torso and glared at him hardly. "…What?" she asked, a venomous side to her firm voice.
"I was talking about you, of course!" He chuckled softly at the bewildered glance on Hermione's face.
"I don't think Crookshanks would appreciate the lack of attention."
"He doesn't seem to mind it that much, now does he?" Sirius glanced down to the foot of the bed, where Crookshanks lied, curled up in a ginger ball.
"Because he figures that you're temporary."
Sirius arched his eyebrows, which seemed connect to his dark hairline. "Am I?"
"Well!" She, too, arched her eyebrows. "That depends, doesn't it?"
"On what?" he asked, a small grin tugging at his lips.
Hermione's cheeks flushed a light pink shade. "Never mind," she muttered, wiggling out of his grasp and scooting off the side of the bed. "I need to take a shower." She turned to face Sirius, face still pink. "I'll be out in a few minutes." Without gathering clean clothing, she walked into the shower, shutting the door what she figured was all the way.
Her bare feet padded their way to the clear-doored shower, and numbly-played fingers twisted the furtive knobs. Steamy-hot water poured from the faucet… She smiled, slipping off her soft clothing, and whipped her uncooperative hair. Without a back-glance at the slightly-opened door, she stepped into the shower and shut the clear door.
Ever since she was little, she had sung in the shower. It was like a bad habit; it followed her wherever she was. Where there was water, there was a tune… No matter what sort of tune it was. This time, it happened to be a Japanese Pop-song that she had heard a while back, not remembering where from.
"Yami no yozora ga futari wakatsu no wa
Yobiau kokoro hadaka ni suru tame
Kazari nugisute subete nakusu toki
Nanika ga mieru
Kaze yo watashi wa tachimukau
Yukou kurushimi no umi e to
Kizuna kono mune ni kizan de
Kudakeru nami wa hatenaku tomo"
Her voice flowed softly over the lyrics, giving a slow, humming-like warble over selective lyrics, carrying the lovely tune as in-tune as possible.
What she didn't know, was that Sirius was listening on the other side of the door.
"Nani o motomete dare mo arasou no?
Nagashita cishio hana o sakaseru no?
Toutoki ashita kono te ni suru made
Deaeru hi made"
The door swung open without the need of force. Sirius was staring at the door while it opened, and in his shock, didn't move his gaze away; thus, he was staring into the bathroom of a 17 year old adolescent woman, naked, with glistening water beads covering her slim body. And if Hermione had noticed, she hadn't really cared. That scared the shit out of Sirius.
He found it hard to tear his gaze away from the beauty before him. He even had to slap himself to gain control of his bodily functions again! He gave a slight groan, feeling the blood rush from his head, to his pounding heart, to his groin. Damn it, he told himself. That just -had- to happen, didn't it?
Hermione turned and gazed at where the door would usually be. Instead, she found the eyes, and the being of Sirius Black glancing back at her, and she instantly felt the heat rise to her cheeks.
She didn't stop singing, though. No; on the contrary. She just continued to wash herself, and sing, and reverted her gaze back to the shower nozzle.
Sirius gaped like a fish out of water, flopping its lips around in helpless glory. She didn't… mind? His eyes were wide in shock, his eyebrows were arched in unnaturalness, and his groin was almost as hard as a rock.
How much worse could it get?
"Nagashita chishio hana o sakaseru no?"
Do flowers bloom from flowing blood?
Hermione really didn't mind him staring at her. It would have only been a matter of time, anyway? No, she thought, I'm not like that. But it's only human anatomy; female anatomy! It's not like he's never seen a woman before.
She dismissed his glance and continued washing her body with the large, pink pouf and the scented body-wash that smelled of Cucumber-Melon. To wash her chest, she arched her back, rubbing the pouf over her chest in soft strokes and slight circles, never minding the knowing glance of Sirius Black.
I can smell that from here… and it smells… really… really good. I've really… I've really got to stop looking at her! Turn… your… gaze, Mr. Black! He mustered one last, good size-up of her glistening female body, then turned and buried his head into her pillow.
Hermione stepped out of the shower, wrapped a towel around her soaked figure, and walked out of the bathroom, stopping at her dresser and bending over to open the drawer. She really… really… shouldn't have done that Sirius thought when he sat up, staring straight at Hermione's bum. He gave a sudden yelp.
"Hermione Granger! Don't… Stand up straight!"
Hermione figured that Sirius still had his face buried into her pillow, but when she heard his voice, she nearly jumped out of her skin. "Sirius! Don't… stare… at… my… bum!" She wheeled around real quick, blushing furiously, to find Sirius' head buried back into her pillow.
"You know, I can't HELP it, when it's right in front of my face!" he muffled through the pillow. Not that it's a bad bum, but… he thought inwardly.
"It's not MY fault that it's in your face! You really shouldn't… stare at me!"
"It's male testosterone!" Sirius growled, sitting up again, eyelevel with Hermione's chest. "Why are you staring at me like that?"
"I'm not staring at you in any particular way!"
"Yes, you are!"
"No, I'm not!" Yes, you are, Hermione… You are so flirting with him! Hermione told herself.
"You purposely left the bathroom door open, didn't you?"
"I didn't leave it open; you opened it yourself!"
"Why would I open it? To spy on you, lathering yourself up in the shower?"
"Why else? Your eyes tell me quite a bit." She glanced into his eyes, noticing the wicked flicker they mirrored. "I daresay you liked it!"
"Don't flatter yourself, Granger!" he growled again, his mind racing with a thousand thoughts that he -really- shouldn't be thinking. This was a 17 year old girl, in her prime. Untouched, unscathed, unspoiled… He gave himself a mental slap, a deep rumble escaping his lips.
"I wouldn't bother…" she said, closing her eyes halfway and glancing down to the bed. She turned her back to him, pulling out her clothing, and walked back to the bathroom door. "Since you've already seen me naked, I don't think it's any harm to do this here!" She threw off her towel, exposing her pale, slender body.
Sirius had to physically grab the bedspread to stop from leaping up and grabbing her. He watched her long, glistening legs as she pulled her panties over her bottom, adjusted her bra over her bosom, and slipped into her pants, and her shirt.
Hermione narrowed her eyes at him, turned her back to him, and walked to the door, muttering incoherently about him. Bloody git, looking at me like that… It's just a body! It's not like he hasn't seen one before, you know? Well, what do you know, Granger? It's probably been… No, don't think about that. That's stupid, Granger, really stupid.
She fixed her hair into a messy bun at the nap of her neck, walked into her main room, and stared at Sirius for a few moments. "Would you kindly like to explain yourself?" she inquired, giving him a curt, malice-filled smile. "I would appreciate it."
"I don't have anything to explain."
"I see…" She gave him a sweet smile. "No, you don't have to trust me with anything. I see how it is. I pour my heart out to you in my most vulnerable state, yet… that doesn't matter… Noo, of course not."
Sirius growled, and with a small 'pop,' transformed into his dog alter-ego. "I'm not going to explain a thing about myself right now."
"Fine!" She gave a protestant stomp, and with a deviant glare, she threw herself down the stairs. "Mum? Can we go somewhere tonight? And bring Harry and Ron? Please?"
"I… don't know, dear. It's… I just don't know."
"Please, Mum? I want… I need to, Mum, please, just this… one night…"
"How is Harry supposed to get here?"
"I have an idea…"
And with a pinch of Floo powder, her head was chatting playfully with a joyful Ron Weasley.
Harry,
You'll never believe this, but Hermione's making us go to a 'karateoke' place. I dunno what that is, but it sounds kinda interesting. Some kind of Muggle place, I s'pose. You have to fly to Hermione's house, though. I don't reckon her Dad wants to drive all the way out to the Dursleys again!
Just wear the Invisibility Cloak; nobody'd see you… surely not those stupid Muggles who don't see anything right infront of their faces. Be at Hermione's by 2:30pm… We'll meet you there. Ginny's coming, too.
-Ron
2:30 PM rolled around relatively quickly. The five of them were piled into the Granger's car and on their way to the nearest Karaoke place, with Ron and Ginny asking Hermione and Harry what the hell Karaoke was. Laughing, Hermione answered them.
"A Karaoke Bar is a place where Muggles gather together to sing popular songs, using only the lyrics that appear on a screen, that are on the 'charts' at the time. In Japanese, Karaoke means 'Tone Deaf.'"
"That's comforting, isn't it?" Ron commented, eyes twinkling. "Being in a Muggle building, surrounded by Muggles, listening to tone deaf gits belting out muggle music!"
Hermione stifled a laugh. "You'll see when we get there!"
They arrived, not much later, at the Karaoke bar. The five got out of the car, walked into the building, and sat at a table near the front of the stage.
Hermione grabbed a menu and thumbed through it, Ginny leaning over her shoulder and reading it as well. Ron and Harry were looking at a menu as well, Ron muttering, "What is that? Muggles have some strange names for things…" And Harry cocking up an eyebrow every now and then.
Surprisingly, even out of her shyness, Hermione picked out a song, gave it to the technical advisor, and stepped onto the stage after the person singing a horrible rendition of "Special" by Garbage, and waited, microphone in hand.
The song started up… slow, acoustic. She tapped her thigh, glancing around nervously, noticing Ron's sharp blue eyes on her.
And you bring me to my knees… again
All the times that I could beg you please, in vain
All the times that I felt insecure for you
And I leave my burdens at the door
I'm on the outside, and I'm looking in
I can see through you, see your true colors
'Cause inside you're ugly, ugly like me
I can see through you, see to the real you
All the times that I felt like this won't end… was for you
And I taste what I could never have… it was from you
All the times that I hide my intentions full of pride
But I waste time more than anyone…
But I'm on the outside, I'm looking in
I can see through you, see your true colors
Cause inside you're ugly, ugly like me
I can see through you, see to the real you
All the times that I've cried
All this wasted… it's on the inside
And I feel all this pain
Stuffed it down… It's back again
And I lie here in bed
All alone… I can't mend
But I feel tomorrow will be Okay…
I'm on the outside, and I'm looking in
I can see through you, see your true colors
'Cause inside you're ugly, ugly like me
I can see through you, see to the real you…
She held out the last note for a few moments, staring pointedly at a pair of dark eyes coming from a corner. Sirius… She was singing this song, pointedly, to Sirius, who was watching her from the corner.