Too Perfect
A man with shaggy uncut hair and stormy grey eyes downed yet another shot of some faintly glowing bitter tasting liquid, the name of which he had forgotten five shots ago.
It doesn't matter.
He leaned back against the cool wall of a darkened corner. His eyes scanned the room, stopping briefly on a boy with incredibly messy hair and a girl with dark red hair dancing close and laughing as they stumbled every now and then. They were never good dancers. His mouth twitched upwards as he saw another somewhat pudgier man with straw colored hair passed out lying on the pool table.
It was then he saw it. A flash of long wavy blonde hair and then he heard that bloody laugh. There she was, in the middle of the room, wrapped around Gideon Prewett, smiling lazily up at her partner. Her fiancé. He refilled his glass once again. They had just announced their engagement tonight. It was disgusting to watch. Prewett cleared his throat, grinned proudly, and then tightened his hold on her, as those horrible words spewed out of his mouth.
Somehow, her green eyes met his own for a moment and her smile faltered. His face remained impassive. Stone. Memories painful and sweet filled the space between them. Stolen kisses, subtle touches, half murmured words, shared glances. Their relationship, if that's what it was, was always a side note. Tucked in the shadows, but constant. The duties of the War, family, friends, seemed to overwhelm it, so it was left to be over looked, shoved into the back of their minds. They never once said I love you. Sirius always thought it was understood.
Then it came to that three month mission. Distance wedged between them, and so when he came back things were changed. And that was that. Soon, she was seeing Prewett while he looked on and continued with his usual mantra: It doesn't matter. But now to see Marlene McKinnon, a fiercely independent free woman chained to Gideon bloody Flawless Prewett, he felt sick.
If it was anyone else perhaps he wouldn't be sulking in a corner, drinking as much as he could, and would be able to wish them the best. The fact was, Gideon was too perfect. His smile was too straight. He had endless patience. He was smart, reliable, witty, funny, but utterly predictable. Gideon would have never bought a motor bike. He would have never worked for years to become an animagus to run around with a werewolf. He would have never run away from home with only his wand in his pocket. He would've never taken the risk, pull Marley away from the man she was engaged to, and crush his mouth to hers.
The hard truth was Gideon Prewett could never be Sirius Black.