U.F. in reverse

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The last tears fell down Sirius's face.

It was over.

Hermione didn't love him.

Sirius put down the phone, wiped away the wimpy, stupid tears from his eyes and picked up the muggle phonebook.

A slightly soppy, wet grin reappeared on his face.

Time to make prank calls and hit on random women again.

He has going to hit on anything that moved. Good times.

He didn't care about Hermione...in fact, he'd already forgotten her name.

Hermione, who?

Sirius wiped at his face and swore aloud. "Fuck. Merlin. Bitch. Fucker. Betrayer."

No, he didn't care. He didn't care at all.

Sirius threw on his jacket and headed straight to the nearest muggle bar.

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Muggle girls always loved magic. They were so easy to impress and didn't talk so much as Hermione. They weren't as opinionated as Hermione or argued about stupid stuff like SPEW.

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So what if Hermione couldn't appreciate him and prefered to run off with Harry-something.

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Sirius didn't need them. He didn't need their mocking laughter in his head while their lives were so happy and perfect together, meanwhile Hermione had just left him with a dagger in his heart.

He was fine. He was fine.

So what if his heart was bleeding?

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