I like this one :)
last update of the day for this story.
Myrtle knew she cared for Sirius Black. She feared just how much she cared for her fellow fifth-year because she knew his ways. Myrtle knew he would only hurt her; she could not take any more pain.
While eating that fateful March morning, Myrtle found Sirius Black standing before her. She had raised her eyebrows in confusion; Sirius had never seemed particularly keen on having their friendship known about publicly.
Myrtle didn't expect him to ask her to accompany him to Hogsmeade. She did not expect him to ask her—quiet, nerdy Myrtle—on a date. She did not expect it and so she stuttered out a no and fled.
Myrtle skipped lunch that day—wary of the unwanted stares she was sure she would draw. She had tried to find Sirius all day to explain to him but she couldn't find him. At dinner, she felt the stares of others on her and she heard their sniggers. She had expected those reactions. It was when she heard that name whispered in hushed tones that her stomach dropped and her heart thumped loudly in her ears. She looked up and by chance she met his eyes.
Moaning Myrtle.
Moaning Myrtle.