Authors Note: I don't leave disclaimers because they're pointless. I'm not J.K Rowling.
Sorry for the short first chapter. It was just a test of sorts. Sorry, also, for the tenses. I tend to switch a lot. I'll try not to. The thing is, is that I test each kind to see which one feels comfortable for the story.
They'll switch from time to time.
Sirius to Hermione I guess.
And maybe some innocent bystander. I don't know.
He didn't love her
But he wanted her.
"Sirius?" A soft voice broke his train of thought, and he had to take his unfocused stare off of the window to turn towards the brown-eyed beauty that was behind him. He already knew that voice.
"Yes." He says stoically.
"Dinner's going to be ready in five minutes. Mrs. Weasley made pot roast." He can feel her hand on the back of his chair.
"It sounds delicious, as everything Molly makes is. But I'm afraid I'm going to have to pass." He fixes his stare back out the window
"Why?" She sits herself down on the arm rest of his comfy chair. He could feel her body heat.
"Not hungry." He swallowed.
There was silence for a moment and he could hear her breathing. He tried not to look at her, but her leg was inches from his.
"Sirius, what's wrong?" She breathed
"Nothings wrong."
"Yes there is. You're not yourself lately." She said.
He was tempted to say that he hadn't been himself for sixteen years.
"And how would you know if I'm acting like myself or not?" He asked
"I know you. You don't isolate yourself like this from the others."
She obviously didn't know him at all.
He took his steely gaze from the window and moved it up towards the girl near him. This was supposed to be a stolen glance for himself. He wasn't expecting her eyes to meet his.
She blushed, and looked down at the floor. She looked so young, so chased and innocent.
He shouldn't have been thinking of her the way he was before. She was merely a child.
He got up, suddenly uncomfortable at the close proximity of her body. He didn't want to think of her that way again.
But at that moment, when he lifted his bottom out of the chair and rose to full height, Hermione got up and touched his forearm.
"If you need to talk, I'm here." She whispered. He nodded and brushed past her, trying to ignore the feeling of her touching him.
He went to his room, trying to push the thoughts of her fingers out of his mind. Her touching him made him weak.
He was a weak man.
It had been a long time.
It had been too long of a time and guilt immediately washed over him for longing for the touch of not a woman, but a child.
But she was a woman.
He closed his eyes, grasping the bridge of his nose. He was beginning to get a headache.
He laid himself down on the lumpy mattress with the tattered blanket.
Slumber enveloped him.
00000
" You're a sick pathetic sod Black! I'ma make you squeal like a fucken little pig."
"Die Motherfucker"
"Black, you like it don't you, you sick fuck?
Die motherfucker!
Murderer
You deserve what you get you sick fuck.
I'm going to slit your fucken throat while you sleep black
You know you like it Black. And you know how I like it when you scream.
000
His body jolted, waking him from his sleep. He was breathing heavy, cold sweat coated his chest. The hissing continued within his head.
Before he knew what he was doing, his feet connected with the floor and he went for the door.
The hall was empty, the moonlight streaming from a window at the end. His headache hadn't subsided.
As if in a trance he turned the corner, past Ron and Harry's bedroom and Ginny's own room. Molly's snoring from down the hall filled his ears. He bit back the screams in his head. They were getting louder.
His hand grasped a door knob, the metal cooling his sweaty palm. The hissing and screaming in his head unbearable, making every crevice ache and twist with torment. He twisted the doorknob and opened the door.
He entered.
And suddenly there was silence.
000
How do you think?And all this from a fashion magazine article titled "Young, pretty things." I like this story so far, so I think I'll keep it, though I don't know how long it will be. I have to keep up with my other stories though, so when I get to this, I get to this. I'm not going to rush.
Review, I'll update again sooner……………
Later kiddo,
Irishsodabread
