Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be
Dedication: To Laura, who's sick so near to Christmas.
Day Seventeen
Lily once told me that boys never fall in love with girls, they just pretend to for the sex. She says that girls always shower love on the object of their affection, but boys never reciprocate. At the time I had a feeling she was at the 'Time Of The Month', so I nodded and said yes and gave her chocolate to placate her. Looking back on it though, I think she may have been right.
Boys only fall in love with boys.
And it's just my luck that I'm one of those boys. I've fallen for Sirius and it's all because of a fucking cat (I actually hate cats) and a kiss that might have been but wasn't.
From what James says, this will hurt. (But then if boys never fall for girls, how would he know?) It probably will hurt, you know with all of the feelings I'll have and crap like that.
I'm more than a little angry at this situation. I mean, he's done seven or eight nice things this December and I've fallen for him. Damn heart, damn mind, damn endocrine system.
Sirius walks into the room and smiles. My heart twangs.
"Happy bloody Seventeenth." I mutter to myself.
"What?" Sirius asks, clearly confused.
"Nothing." I sigh. He looks puzzled but hands me a new quill.
"Happy Seventeenth." He says, smiling again. After more heart twanging, I manage a thank you.
Yeah, it's sudden. But I like it!