'And he's the best fuck that ever walked. He's beautiful - rich, in money and everything else; he's a rockstar to boot, trapped in the body of a fighter. And how he fought; at a state of turmoil with himself - somewhere inside his soul that only she...
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'I'm overrated, desecrated Still somehow illuminated I know I've got a screw loose Just meet me in the bedroom I know you did this, what a punk You would never sell out Just like i did in playboy That was art, it didn't count
The pornorific girl is me I came and, oh no, I faked it He's still tied to the bed Adorable, affordable Guaranteed discretion In the story of my life You'll barely get a mention'
There was something spiritual about getting drunk alone. Every alcoholic must've said that once, but Hera didn't mean it in that way at all; drinking alone didn't have to be as sad as society made it out to be. She loved to get drunk — sometimes with friends, sometimes not — and listen to her favourite acoustic mixtape; though it may seem reclusive, and certain aspects of it definitely were, Hera found it almost romantic.
It had been about two weeks since she last saw him, but Hera was back and feeling bolder than ever. She figured it best to leave Harry and Sirius to their disagreements — if she started getting involved, no good would ever come from it, and one of them would always feel ganged up on.
Hera knew she wanted to protect herself, and as Sirius was her key to that, she figured hanging out with him, taking him out every once in a while, couldn't do any harm.
"You came, " Sirius noted dazedly as he opened the door for Hera, her face brightening as he did so.
She laughed at the double meaning, "Of course I did — thanks for being patient, "
Patience was a funny word considering they had arranged for her to meet him at four in the afternoon, but it was two in the morning before Hera showed up — punctual as ever. She couldn't think of a better way to spend her Saturday — well, now Sunday, and was sure Sirius shared her sentiment.
Sirius grinned, his tongue in cheek as he shook his head, "It's not like I had anything better to do, " He pulled her out of the doorway and walked her up the narrow staircase, his hand letting go of hers as he didn't need to direct her anymore.
"Where are you taking me, you deviant?" Hera said coquettishly, working up her charm purely to make fun of him as she sensed Sirius found her the slightest bit obnoxious, maybe even demanding, attention-wise. But all that only spurred Hera on in that she should go out of her way to impress him.
