Disclaimer: So not mine...
Previously:
"I'm glad too," Skye smiled. "I'd miss your endless list of problems. Talking of," Skye smirked. "Care to explain?"
Harry's eyes widened in alarm. "Er," he began awkwardly. "Just forget I ever said anything."
Skye snorted. "Not likely. Now spill."
"Look, Skye, really, I appreciate..." Harry began, but was cut off by loud footsteps making their way up the hallway.
"Iris?" Skye asked, blinking.
Sobbing, Iris threw herself into her sister's arms.
"He has a new girlfriend," she sobbed into Skye's ear.
"Oh God," Skye breathed, hugging her sister tight.
"What's wrong Iri?" Harry asked in alarm.
"You wouldn't get it," Skye explained over her sister's head. "Just let me handle her this time okay?"
Slowly, Harry nodded. He seemed torn between wanting to help his younger sister and wanting to run as far away from Skye as possible so she was unable to question him further.
"Don't worry," Skye looked at her brother, seemingly hearing his thoughts. "We can talk later."
Harry rolled his eyes and groaned, before turning to leave the girls to it. Iris was still sobbing as Skye tightened her grip around her sister.
"Shh, sweetie," she whispered. "It'll work itself out."
"But it won't!" Iris howled. "He asked her out even after everything I've been saying to him this week."
"Oh, Iri," Skye said. "I'd tell you that you'll be okay but we both know it's a lie."
Skye held her sister until she finished crying. Pulling back, Iris wiped her eyes and the girls slid down to take a seat on the cold concrete floor.
"I'm sorry Iri," Skye murmured.
"It's okay," Iris tried to smile. "He obviously doesn't like me."
"I don't see why he wouldn't," Skye said honestly. "You're beautiful. Black hair that can actually be tamed, flawless skin and your eyes! I've always been jealous of your eyes. They're not hazel like Dad's and mine or green like Mum's and Harry's but they're a sea green, almost hazel but not quite. They're all your own and that's something special."
"You're just trying to make me feel better," Iris sniffled.
"No, I'm not," Skye assured her. "I really think you're beautiful; gorgeous."
"Look who's talking," Iris shook her head. "Perfectly amazing Skye. Red hair that's such a rich auburn, Dad's eyes that light up mischievously and twinkle when your excited or exceptionally happy, you're smart but not so smart you could be called a bookworm; it's just natural. And you're figure is perfectly toned from Quidditch. How the hell can I hope to compete with that?"
"You don't have to compete with me, Iri," Skye explained gently. "You're my sister. I am never going to take a guy off you. Besides, I have Draco. I love him so much. I don't want another guy."
"I should hope not," a voice behind them said.
"Oh, piss off Draco," Skye rolled her eyes. "I'm talking to my sister."
"Fine," Draco said, mocking hurt. "Here is was, trying to be the perfect boyfriend and I get told to piss off."
"I love you Draco," Skye grinned. "Now scram."
Draco shook his head. "Don't know why, but I love you to. Meet me during lunch at the lake, 'kay? I have something for you."
"Okay," Skye agreed readily. "See you then."
Iris watched after Draco with a sad expression on her face.
"I want someone to love me that much too," she whispered softly. "You're so lucky Skye."
"Someone will come along," Skye promised. "Because you're just that irresistible."
Iris let out a short laugh.
"No guys worth your tears," Skye said wisely. "And the one that is won't make you cry."
"That's the shittest line I've ever heard," Iris said, brutally honest. "Because out of all the guy's in this world, to find the one that's for you is going to take some heartbreak. And when you find him, he's going to hurt you until he realises it too."
"You talk like you've found him," Skye observed.
"I have," Iris whispered. "I really think its Dan."
"Oh Iri," Skye breathed, as Iris burst into a renewed round of tears. "You'll get through this; you're strong."
"Why would he do this?" Iris asked, looking at her older sister. "He seemed to really like me."
"I dunno Iri," Skye shrugged. "Sometimes boys are just idiots."
"I wish they wouldn't be," Iris muttered.
"Yeah, me too," Skye agreed.
The girls sat in silence for a while until Skye decided that it was time to get moving again. "Now," Skye said, eyes lighting up with an idea. "We are going to make him wish he had never looked at another girl."
Iris looked at her sister doubtfully. "Like that's going to work," she said.
"Come on," Skye insisted. "I'll help you with your hair and clothes and even a bit of makeup. That's all I'll change, I swear."
"Thanks for wanting to help, Skye," Iris began. "But I really don't want to."
"Look, Iri," Skye said. "What do you have to lose? Either he takes notice of you and he breaks up with his girlfriend or he still doesn't notice you and he stays with his girlfriend. You can only win."
Iris bit her lip, hesitating.
"Oh fine," she said finally and Skye squealed in excitement.
"You can borrow some clothes from either me or Ginny or maybe Rhia as well, and Hermione has the best spells for hair! Oh! And then I have the best eye-shadow to bring out your eyes..." Skye grinned excitedly. "I promise you won't regret this!"
"I already do," Iris mumbled.
A/N Aww, poor Iris...I know it's a bit more of a short chapter but the next one will be up soon; promise!