Black has been giving me these looks all day.
I can't possibly accurately describe them, but I'll try.
There I was, sitting in Potions and minding my own business grinding lacewings, when I felt someone watching me. I already knew who it was, but I turned to look anyway. And he was staring.
Eyes wide. Face blank. Mouth slightly open. And when I met his gaze, the corner of his mouth quirked up into a grin.
I know what that look means. I see first years giving him that look during meals.
He's enamored with me.
What is in the Gryffindor water?
I've come to terms with my feelings for him, I think. I know I do have feelings for him, and I know that (as much as it scares and disgusts me) I can picture some kind of relationship with him.
I don't know how to approach it though. I could just find him in the hallway and start snogging with him again. That's been effective in the past, at least. But will he take that seriously? Has he taken that seriously?
I know we talked (or at least started to) but I'm not sure everything is clear between us. I suppose I'll find him and we'll have a talk. He has a free period now, just as I do. I can't very well go looking for him in the Gryffindor common room though, so I head off for the library in hopes that for once he'll be there.
And, magnificently, he is. Sitting in a corner, staring blankly at an open book. He's not even trying to look like he's reading; it's sad really. I sit down across from him without him realizing it. Frustrated at his attentiveness, or lack thereof, I reach over and slam the book shut.
Not only do I get a glare from the librarian, but he jumps and lets out a particularly feminine yelp. I smirk at him and tell him so. He's trying to glare at me for disturbing him (and perhaps for the insult to his manhood) but he's not doing too well. He hasn't perfected it like me, so I show him how it's done. But he just grins.
The nerve of that Gryffindor bastard!
Ignoring him, I clear my throat in hopes that the words will just stumble out and make some sense. Unfortunately when I open my mouth, nothing comes out. I shut it and effectively make a prat of myself.
But apparently we were on the same train of thought.
Oh bloody hell.
I think Sirius Black just asked me to be his boyfriend.
Well, was it worth the wait? I lost my interest in the story for a while, then reading HBP inspired me to write again. I still love Snapey. Who else does!