Third Year
And I think you're seeing right through me, that baby this ain't like the movies. And I want a love like the movies. -Movies/ Conan Gray
Mary liked being kissed.
When her lips met his, softer than most boys, full and waiting, she felt worthy, she felt calm.
But she knew that wasn’t what it was supposed to feel like.
He cooled her down, he did exactly what he was told to, but she felt nothing for him.
And she wasn’t exactly blind, she realised he felt nothing for her as well.
Still, Mary clung to him like a lifeline, knowing all the while that Sirius didn’t love her, and she could never love him.
When she looked into his eyes, pretty and perfect, startlingly grey, she could only imagine deep green.
When his hair brushed her cheek, black and curling, almost like hers, she longed to feel instead, silky smooth, bright colour.
But she pushed the thoughts back into the depths of her mind.
There was nothing she could do- nothing either of them could do.
All she and Sirius had was each other, really.
All they had was a bitter knowledge of what they could not feel, and a hope that, if they just kept doing what they were meant to, things would be right.