Chapter 4
Thanks for playing the game

Bon-Bon proved any doubt in me wrong about my gown. When Tuesday, the day of the party came, she presented me with a lovely baby blue, strapless, dress. It came just slightly above my knees, was tight around my breasts, and baggy around my thighs. It made my eyes stand out.

That morning I had gotten up extra early to do a hair straightening charm. That was when magic was aloud outside of school. Those were the days when you could have had your wand out at a young age and people wouldn't think you were up to mischief. Those years didn't last much longer.

Mum had did what she always had done when ever her and her friends got together; hope that I would find out from someone, get dressed up, make a quick appearance, then sit around in the kitchen by myself and wait for them to leave. The first time I saw her that afternoon was when the fireplace bell rang.

Great joys, Mrs. Snape was the first to arrive.

Mum came quickly, but not loudly, down the stairs. She was in a black, sleek dress.

"Martha how are you?" Mum said.

Mrs. Snape had such a horrible voice like sand paper, "Fine, fine."

"Please do come in. Belle, get out here!"

I could not repeat Mum's moments of walking face and still looking smart. Instead, I ran in. You could tell Mum did not approve, but she bit her lip from saying so.

"Martha you remember my daughter, yes?"

Mrs. Sanpe stepped closer to me. That woman appears to have another scar on her face, but I couldn't possibly have seen why she was so accident pro, "How are you, sweetie?"

"I'm good,"

"How was school this semester?"

Adults were so incredibly boring! That's all they ever wanted to talk about, how you were and school as though their small minds couldn't think of anything else worth while. I used to hate adults. Everything about them, from the way that they talked and dresses down to every detail in there body shape. They were dull, and demanding. They could never do anything themselves, no, ether the children or house-elves had to do there every command at the snap of there fingers.

"Fine, I got all O's on my finals. How have you been around the house?"

"Oh, you wouldn't want to hear about that sort of thing. Its adult business."

That's another thing. They treat kids like idiots. I can't say that I never did the same, but to say its all 'adult business' is full of bull shit. To this day I still think that a child could understand most things better then an adult. Adults look at things logically, and create reasons why things could never happen. But a child could think anything, have the most hope in life and be fine. They are really the ones who understand what it's like to live.

"That must be interesting," I said.

"Nothing that would be of your concern, but thank you for asking."

The fireplace rang again. Mrs. Black, and Sirius. He didn't appear rather comfortable in the outfit that you could tell Auntie made him where. I almost let out a burst of laughter just to see him.

Mum made me stick around until all of her horrible people came before letting Sirius and I alone.

"Now go up stairs to your room and play nicely," she told us. How much more fake can you get?

We did as we were told and walked upstairs. I should have noticed that the air felt a little thicker, or that the color was a little brighter. If I paid more attention maybe then I could have saved myself. But I didn't own a time turner back then, so forget that idea of going back. In fact I still don't own one. If I did, well things would be a lot different then they were know, for one thing I would have told myself right then to turn around and to join Mum at the dinning room table. To be bored with those women who talk onwards about nothing worth any interest would have been better then this.

We got to my room, and I'm sure he doesn't remember it, since the last time he was in it we were about seven years old. I should have known something was up also when Mum let me go into my room alone with a boy my age.

"Sit down," I said. Well I think I said it. He didn't hear it, but he did move to the desk chair, so I must have done some indication of putting your rear end to a soft pillow.

"Sooooooooo…" I stammered. Could that have been any more acquired? No.

He inhaled. "Look about the other day-"

"What about it?" My voice nearly leaped on top of him. I just really wanted to know what he was thinking. It must have been obvious by now that he knew that I liked him since I didn't owl him yell at what he had put me threw. I don't think the game was invented to cause such a problem. It must have been more for the witches who like to hook up with someone on the weekend, then the next day it's like 'Who are you?'. I'm not like that. Not then, not know. If a guy kisses you its because he likes you in some way.

"About the other day," He started over. "I didn't know what came over me."

"Yea?" He told me this already. What's taking him? I wanted to rip the thought out of him just so I could know.

Sirius looked so nice. Who ever picked out his outfit had nice taste. But it was the boy inside the robes that made me squirm. His hair fell into his eyes as he turned to look out the window. How much I wanted to be the one to pull back his hair, gently touch it with my fingertips, and become so close to him that it would burn.

"I don't think we should do it again." That wasn't what I expected.

The wording was all wrong. "Do what?"

"On the train-"

"Yes, I know on the train. What about it? Tell me already!" I didn't want to hear it, but I rather that then have the slightest amount of hope in me.

"I'm sorry that I lead you on. I just wanted to prove something to Prongs, he thought I didn't have the guts to do it,"

"What?" I still didn't believe what he was saying. I wasn't understanding it at all. I still thought that any second he would take me in his arms and ride me into the sunset.

"I don't like you. I don't want to go out with you. What ever we did on the train was all spur of the moment. It wasn't meant to happen it just did."

His words weren't calm, more hard then soft. My heart never felt so heavy, and I was so close to tears.

I didn't dare to say anything. I just stood there. How could I have been so silly into thinking he could like me back? I really was the thickest person alive.

And he looked happy about it too. As thought he realized the one thing that would get to me the most and have the power to use it against me.

I wanted to see him dead at that second. No, I didn't. That would mean that he was gone. But wasn't that what I wanted? It still confuses me to think about this. I should have yelled. Screamed at the top of my voice. Slapped him. Told him how I really felt about him, how to me it wasn't just a game. But I'm not a Gryffindor. Maybe that's why he is. He was too brave to send me a letter saying to go away, he came to my house, ready to face me and he did so.

I hated him.

I whisked threw my last breath before I broke out in sobs, "Yea. Sure. I get it. I feel the same way. It was just something I had to do, or else Cay would have killed me later for it. She was just doing it so I could…I don't know. Get along better with her boyfriend's friends?"

"Yea. I did it for Prongs and Mooney. James would have never let me forget it though if I didn't, you know, kiss you. It's a guy thing,"

I used all my strength to keep the tears from flooding out. I had to, "Totally understand."

"So when we go back to Hogwarts this year, it will be the same, right?"

No. It couldn't be. I wanted it all to be different. For me to come back a different person so that way he could like me, "Yea."

"Great," that's all he could mange to say.

"I think I hear Mother calling me. I have to go." I had to escape.

Now normally I would rather Avada Kadva myself then be thankful enough to sit with Mum during her tea parties, but I was desperate. I needed some useless fact to come into my mind.

I slipped down stair, and sat in one of the empty seats. The ladies looked up at me. Well it was the first time I ever joined them.

"Hello." I said again. I was going to die.

Mum knew better then to scrawl at me in front of anyone, but I could tell that the house was going to shake later for me interrupting them.

"Bell, hello. Where is my son?" Auntie said.

"He's somewhere around the house." I tried to smile. I really did.

"Oh, well any way. As I was saying, I can't believe it! This Voldemart person is really becoming a ripe politician!"

"I know. I wouldn't be surprised if we have a new Minster of Magic once the children graduate school."

I was only half paying attention. Waiting for the time to pass. Any reason to stay away from Sirius was needed. They seemed to have been there for hours going on about politics, and how the wizarding world is going down the drain due to the 'uncultured' new music.

The sun was setting when they finally decided to leave. I was sitting in the chair for five hours straight.

Aunt Black called from the staircase, "Sirius! Get down at once!"

I heard him calling from a distance, "Coming!" I never heard him call her Mum.

He walked passed me in order to get paste the fire place, a smile perched apon his face, after what he did to me? So what if it was just a silly game. I thought it meant something to him, I thought I meant something to him. Who was I fooling? He just wanted a kiss. It was only a game, just as it was only a kiss. It was only a kiss…it was only a kiss.

Burn in hell Sirius.

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A/N: Sorry about not updating for a while on this story (I know it was only like a week, but it feel so long for me) I was working on a FanFic for School of Rock, When SeptemberEnds(u can read that if ur ever bored 2. I'm so proud of it, and no one reviewed 4 it yet :.( lolx)

So this chap was very well forward, and rather fast moving. To fast?

Did ya like my refrince to Mr. Brightside? xI LOVE THE KILLERSx

I'M PHYIC, and rather syco, but lets not go into that! There will be some defiant changes in Belle soon b/c of this.
Okay, u heard my babblings. U know what to do.

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