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Sirius was high as a kite, without even smoking anything. His brains produced the pot naturally, and lately, he was depressed as fuck.

"Fuck. I'm depressed as fuck."

Sirius wished he could just get Hermione out of his brain. But he kept hearing her voice shouting "Ron, Ron RON!" The bloody red head's name as Ron Fucking Weasley thrust into her.

Sirius gripped the rests of the chair, trying to breathe in deeply.

Merlin, help him. He wanted to break Ron's neck. Even though Hermione had always been Ron's girlfriend, not Sirius's. Despite the fact that their short break up had happened before, before she moved in, and Hermione was never his girl, not Sirius's. Hermione had just come to stay with him at Grimmauld Place temporarily, but was definitely, definitely, not his girl. Not Sirius's.

Sirius gripped his wand and raised it to his temple, considering removing the memory of Hermione from his head. It was easier than obliviation and it would be like he'd never met her. Like he never met the brunette bookworm who was slowly driving him crazy.

"Fuck her. And fuck Ron. They can have each other."

Sirius threw the glass of fire whiskey into the fireplace and watched the unused alcohol feed the flames. Sizzling and sending up tiny sparks.

"FUCK RON WEASLEY. Yeah, Hermione fuck him like a whore."

Sirius hissed and cut his hand against one of the shards.

Fuck. He was done crying over this bitch. He was Sirius Black, he had about 300 people on his Tinder app waiting to hook up. So what if they were muggles. So what if they didn't care about him or know a thing about his personality or what his heart was actually like.

He was fucking done feeling bad about Hermione and shagging Dolores Umbridge to take away the pain.

Fuck both the slags. He was done with them. Done.

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