Heather spent the next few day’s in the hospital wing, recovering from her vision. Her friends came and visited her as often as they could. The odd thing was that there was one person that visited more often than her friends was her worst enemy. Sirius black. He brought her the homework, and they did it together. For a relationship that had started out so horribly, it had definitely blossomed into a beautiful thing. She learned more about Sirius everyday, and the more she learned, the more she liked. The same thing went for Sirius. He had apologized over and over for his mistreatment of her, and it had taken her awhile, but she had finally forgiven him. On the day she would go home, Sirius came to visit her during lunch.
“Brought you some pumpkin juice,” Sirius said, grinning. Heather laughed lightly and took it. Madame Pomfrey hadn’t allowed Heather any other drink than water. Sirius, however, managed to bring her stuff every time he visited. While she sipped her drink, she eyed Sirius thoughtfully. He stared in confusion.
“What?” he asked self-consciously. He checked himself. Sirius Black? Self-conscious?! Never! Heather just continued to stare. He frowned in consternation. “What is it? Am I growing a third head or something?!” she smiled at that.
“I’ve been wanting to ask you something, but didn’t really think it my business. But I guess since you know my secret, I won’t feel guilty. All the girls say that you’ve dated all kinds of girls, but you’ve never told any of them that you loved them. Is that true?” she asked. Sirius nodded.
“Yeah,” he said. She nodded. “What? Do you want me to lie to them?!” he asked incredulously. Heather laughed.
“That’s not what I meant. I actually admire that. Most guys would lie and say it just to get the girl in bed with him,” Heather said. Sirius face went somber.
“Did a guy do that to you?” he asked, and then something just short of fury bubbled inside of him. Heather shook her head, and she watched him sigh in relief. “You know, Heather. I like you a lot,” Sirius said boldly. Heather frowned.
“No, Sirius, I don’t think you do,” she said sadly.
“I don’t?” he said in confusion, wondering why she would think that.
“You don’t really want to be with me. All you want from me is sex, and I’m not that kind of girl,” Heather said. Sirius’ eyes filled with a world of hurt.
“Is that what you think? Do you think I like you because you’re the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen? Well, if you think that I think you’re beautiful, you’re right. But if you think that’s the only reason I like you, you’re mental.” Heather still didn’t look convinced.
“How do you know it’s not just powerful lust?” she asked. Sirius looked into her eyes.
“I have been in the broom closet with loads of girls. I won’t lie to you and say I’m a perfect innocent. I’ve had my fair share of sex. I’m an idiot, what can I say? I’m addicted to that happy feeling, like I’m accepted for once in my life. But all I have to do is see you smile and I get that feeling multiplied by hundreds,” he finished. His heart did a flipflop as he realized that he had just spilled his emotions. Never before had he revealed his true feelings for a girl. But then again, never before had he had feelings like these to reveal. He stared at her, his heart at her disposal.
“Sirius...I don’t want to hurt you but...I’m not ready...” she said, struggling to get the words out. She liked him, she really did. She maybe even loved him for all she knew, but she hated revealing it. It hadn’t taken her long to learn never to trust somebody with your emotions in the orphanage. She just wasn’t ready to trust him like that yet. Only yesterday had he refused her company for her surname. She needed time. She was so afraid that if she didn’t act now, however, he would get bored of waiting for her and leave her forever. She stared at him, waiting for him to tell her that, never mind, if she wasn’t ready, then he didn’t want to deal with her.
“I’ll wait until the day before my death for you,” Sirius said, and, feeling very unsure of himself, he left. As soon as he was outside the room he closed his eyes. His heart was pounding. Never before had he loved a girl. Now he did, it was the most precious thing, fragile, and rather painful at this point. He smiled rather wryly. Sirius Black was ‘Whipped’ as Remus put it. He decided to go and practice Quidditch for the next game against Slytherin in a few weeks. He was the best Beater they had, and couldn’t let his skills waver.
Heather leaned her head back against the headboard as Madame Pomfrey bustled in.
“Is he gone, then?” she said sweetly to Heather, who nodded. Pomfrey smiled. “Such sweet boy. I think he fancies you, dear,” the young woman said with a slight wink. Heather laughed, and smiled broadly. But just then, the door to the outside opened. Heather turned green at the face of Lucius Malfoy. Madame Pomfrey smiled. “My, you are popular! I’ll leave you two alone,” she said.
“Madame Pomfrey!” Heather said urgently. She was going to ask her to get rid of Lucius. Lucius shook his head, running his finger across his throat indicating that she would pay dearly if she did anything. Heather shook slightly.
“Never mind,” Heather said sadly, and Pomfrey left.
“Very good,” Lucius said, coming and sitting on the edge of her bed.
“What do you want?” Heather seethed, moving away from him.
“Why, I came to see if my sweet cousin was feeling alright!” he said innocently. Heather glared. “What happened to you?”
“I ate too much at the feast,” Heather said.
“What really happened to you?” he asked getting slightly angry. Heather glared.
“I just told you!” she said irritable.
“Don’t tempt me,” Lucius said sharply. “Bella said you stopped her from...her work.”
“And I’ll do it a hundred times over. Leave him alone,” Heather said threateningly. Lucius laughed, leaning closer to her.
“What’s this? Are you threatening me?” he asked, his hand coming to rest on her shoulder. Heather didn’t say anything. “I didn’t think so. Now, I want an answer. How did you know that Bella was going to do that?” he whispered. Heather remained silent, just glaring. Lucius glanced at Pomfrey’s office, making sure they couldn’t be seen, then he grabbed a handful of her wavy hair, pulling her face inches from his. “What happened to you?”
“I told you. I ate too...” but Heater was interrupted when Lucius back-handed her across the face. She stared in shock, her eyes watering. Her face stung badly, and she was sure he had loosened some of her teeth. She looked up at him, terror obvious in her face.
“I will find out what you’re hiding from me. If I don’t the Dark Lord will. You will join us in the end. You’re a Malfoy. You’re destined to be a Death Eater.”
“Go to Hell,” she whispered. Lucius gritted his teeth. Still holding onto her hair, he threw her away from him, and walked out the door. Heather let the tears come as she laid a hand gingerly on her smarting cheek.
A/N: yes, this chapter was a little short, and I'm really sorry about that. I'll try and get the next chapter out ot you as soon as possible though. Thanks for reading! I hope you'll take the time to review!
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