“she hated him!"
sirius remembers a first year boy, starry eyed, breathless, gazing wonderingly at a grinning girl who looks delighted with the professor’s praise. he sees a black head bent studiously over his notes, hearts and initials and dreams scrawled over the edges of every page. he recalls a fifth year boy, pompous and desperate for scraps of attention, cut down sharply by a stormy green-eyed girl, stamping back to the dormitory and collapsing in tears. he sees a tired prefect with red-rimmed eyes apologizing to his softened counterpart, pushing his heart aside to become a worthy friend first. he remembers a frantic seventh year practicing his speech over and over and over– “what if she says no, what if she turns me down, why would she ever date me, why did i think this would work–” sirius remembers a glowing couple breathlessly twirling around the dance floor, wedding guests watching raptly on as fiery red bends towards tousled black. he sees a radiant couple looking incredulously at their first-born, a reflection of their sums, a promise and a melding of hearts, as they look to one another and smile: brilliantly, inexpressibly, achingly in love.
“…nah, she didn’t.”