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Wake up the dawn and ask her why
A dreamer dreams, she never dies
Wipe that tear away now from your eye

Chapter Two : Million Shades Of Midnight Black.

Lily's point of view

Maybe I shouldn't have been. Surprised I mean. It's not like Black to go after a girl. Sure he's a womanizer. But it's always the girls who run after him. Other that me of course.

Okay, so this far I know I've been a total wuss, but I'm not always a sadist. And it's not even that I don't like to socialize. I just don't like to socialize with these people.

"Aren't you gonna go after her? You, know to check she gets back without blowing up half the castle?" I asked, not concerned at all. All I actually wanted was for him to get lost.

"You, I and all the people in that castle know I'm not going to do any such thing." He came and sat by me on the log as if sitting next to labeled losers just before midnight beside the lake was something he did everyday.

I shrugged and looked back at the beautiful view in front of me. "True. But I really wish you would because even though I don't like the people occupying it, I do have a soft spot for the castle."

"Is that true?" he mocked me. "The famous ice princess actually has a soft spot?" He continued when I just smiled n did not reply "Though that was a nice way of saying 'I would rather enjoy the view alone, if you may'"

I feigned surprise and put up a hand from the trunk to my heart. "So you aren't as ignorant as I though you were." I then proceeded to say as in making an announcement, "Famous, thick head, Sirius Black, can actually read between the lines."

Beside her Black gave a bark like laugh. "hear, hear" he said between them.

I picked up a stone and threw it towards the lake. It skipped eight times before it sank. Black stared at me. I could just tell. I could always when someone's looking at me and since not many people were around it had to be Black.

"It's rude to stare."

Silence.

"You should stop."

More silence.

I gave up n turned around to look at him. "What?"

He smirked having won and finally looked away towards the lake. "Let's play something."

"Uh-hun, sure, okay, will do, why not?" I said really fast. "After you answer my question."

"Well, shoot then."

"Why are you here?" He opened his mouth but I cut him off. "I mean, here.. with me? You know, because last time I checked I wasn't exactly the most loved one around."

He was silent for a few moments. "You know what Lily?"

"Hmm?"

"I don't know." He said shaking his head a bit. "And, honestly I couldn't care less. Everything in the world doesn't have a reason."

It was my turn to shake my head and turn toward the lake. "I disagree. I believe everything has a reason. We just have to look for them. That's what like is about. Hope. Hope of discovering a secret that opens a million other questions. Everything does have a reason, Black. We're just too naïve to see them."

Neither of us looked away from the lake but I could hear the smirk in his voice when he spoke next. "Is that so, Miss Evans? Then, pray tell me why do people love? Even when they know, somewhere deep down, it's not going to last? Why do hearts have to break? Why do we make some people our priority when we are on their option? Why do people come so close when they know they have to fall apart? Why?"

He had a curious tone that told me that even though we were talking about something deep he wasn't anywhere near emotional. Just philosophical, I guess.

"Risk. There is a price for everything. People look for true love and they're willing to risk getting hurt. They want someone to depend on, to lean on when things get hard. Someone who would pick you up when you fall and encourage you enough to try again. Many times we love people who don't love us back. That isn't heart breaking because all you should care about is that you love them and that they are happy. There was no condition made before you fell for that person that he would love you back. What is heartbreaking, though, is not loving at all."

"Shakespeare?"

"Tennyson actually."

"How does it go?"

I remember doing this from when I was younger. I had never been a fan of either Barbies or Basketball. It was just Literature for me. Before I thought more into this I recited from memory,

"'Tis better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all."

Come up on different streets they both were streets of shame
Both dirty both mean yes and the dream was just the same
And I dreamed your dream for you and your dream is real
How can you look at me as if I was just another one of your deals ?

"Hmm. That's good." He sounded as if he was talking about his favorite type of tea.

"It's beautiful. Poetry is an art that comes from the heart." It's something I feel strongly about. I think my tone makes it clear.

"Who wrote that one?"

Asshole. Asshole and his cheeky smile.

"I still don't get the point of this conversation. Are you drunk?" I asked. That would explain his abnormal behavior towards me.

He turned around and looked at me. His expression didn't change. Before he was looking at the sea as if trying to figure out its purpose, its depth. It's history. Now he looked the same way at me.

It didn't bother me.

"Maybe. Does it bother you?" he asked.

"If it doesn't bother you, why the hell would it bother me?"

He didn't say anything. Kept looking at me the same way. I turned around again and studied the forest and the swaying of the trees with the wind.

I thought about his eyes. Grey pools so deep you sink if you're not careful. The held stories of betrayal, of sorrow, of terrifying things. And of something familiar. They were eyes that held knowledge, understanding, wisdom that was gained too quickly.

But the most of indifference.

I never imagined eyes so conflicting.

He forgot about the game. Or maybe changed his mind. It's a good thing because then I got to spend the next to hours sitting there thinking.

With him sitting right next to me.

I got up to leave with out saying anything. He didn't look in my direction. I turned away and starting walking away with a whispered "good night". He didn't reply.

But I think he heard.