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Baby, I might lose my mind
Maybe I might lose my head
But one thing I'll never do
Is swallow my pride crawlin' back to you
Baby, I'm burning our bed
There used to be a time when you were everything
My flame through the night
You got me hot
Then you blew me out
Like this match I'm about to light
Oh, oh, oh
You can tear my heart to pieces
Left me standing in the cold
Burning Our Bed-Alice Cooper
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Hermione woke up the next morning with a new idea. Maybe she could be happy with Sirius?
It was a strange thought, one not even she herself encouraged. Mostly because of his age and his reputation. She wasn't so sure she could trust him, especially because she already had newfound trust issues after Ron. But ever since they'd married, Sirius had been nothing but nice to her. He wanted her to be happy.
She sighed and looked at the man sleeping next to her. She'd lost her mind. She really must have. She blamed Ron. Shaking her head, she got out of bed and wandered to the library, locking herself in. She knew it was time. There she sat, going through her every memory of her and Ron's time together. And each one she made the most unimportant thing to her. She got over it. The memories meant nothing. It had been long enough, her time carrying around these memories. She needed to free herself from them, erase them. She needed to get over Ron. It was unhealthy, her strange obsession. She was only hurting herself.
"Dollface?"
Hermione jumped and her heart hammered in her chest until she realised it was just Sirius.
"You alright, dollface?"
Hermione rested her head on her knees, staring out the window, avoiding Sirius' gaze. "I'm fine. How did you get in here? I thought the door was locked."
"I unlocked it," Sirius admitted sheepishly. "I got really nervous that you, well..."
Hermione knew what he meant.
"I'm okay, Sirius. Really. Just thinking."
Sirius sat down across from her. His heart thudded harder the closer he got to her. "About?"
She shrugged, still avoiding having to look at him. "Ron."
Sirius sighed.
Hermione shook her head. "It's not what you think. I'm...I'm trying to get over him."
Sirius couldn't help a lopsided grin. "Are you, now?"
Hermione nodded.
Sirius reached forward and ruffled her hair before standing up. "Good for you, dollface. You're too good for him."
Hermione smiled gently. "Thank you, Sirius."
He stood there for just a few moments more, having to nearly rip himself away from the floor just to leave the room.
Hermione sighed and returned to staring out the window. This was it. She wasn't going back to Ron. As far as she was concerned, they had no history anymore.
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Hey! I might post more, but I need to study for a trigonometry test... Bluck. Please review! ^^ If you feel like it, that is. ^^