Holidate

Ch. 5 Easter

Warnings: Swearing and drinking, they fight

Unfortunately I hadn't found anyone between St. Patrick's Day and Easter, but really, I couldn't confidently say that I had been trying. I was too distracted and angry at Sirius to do anything. I was sure that the alcohol that night had intensified everything and yet there was still a sour taste in my mouth whenever I remembered it. All it made me feel was sadness that he thought that way about me. Just when I was starting to get used to him and his ways.

Easter was at Goyle Manner and for some reason I was scared to see Sirius. I still had his leather jacket, but he hadn't sent an owl about it. I wondered if he wanted to forget our last conversation just as much as I did. I didn't bring the jacket to Goyle Manner. Firstly, because I couldn't let people see me carrying it around as if I cared about him, and secondly, he probably would have worn it just to spite me. So it stayed at home, resting on the back of the chair near my desk.

I was wearing a fitted white dress that fell just around my knees. It had a strap on one shoulder with a bow on the same side and I paired it with shimmery heels.

It was a bright sunny morning and the house was filled with flowers and eggs that had been charmed to open as tiny chicks popped out while lively music played in the background. The sunlight was streaming into the open entertaining space and there was chocolate strewn around the place for people to take and I thought that I was in heaven. I went to grab a chocolate before I was interrupted.

"Where's my jacket?" I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms over my chest, as I turned to the familiar voice.

"I burnt it." I hadn't, of course. I just wanted to spite him. He gasped dramatically.

"You haven't." He was wearing nicer clothes today and I foolishly thought I was having a good impact on him. His hair was smooth and fell in soft waves and he was clean shaven, showing the defined angles of his face.

"And what if I have?" He knew I was joking but I wanted him to humour me.

"I'd have to excuse myself and go cry in the bathroom." It wasn't his best and I didn't laugh.

"You seem mad at me." I started walking further into the room, I stole a chocolate egg from one of the server's platters along with a glass of champagne and was unwrapping it as we walked. When I didn't answer he continued. "Why are you mad?"

I didn't want to tell him that I was upset because he insinuated he hated me. He'd probably laugh and say that was one of the nicer things he had said to me. I also didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that his words had upset me, so I settled with, "because you're an ass."

"What's new?" People were walking around us, chatting and laughing and for a moment I forgot to stress about people watching us.

"Sorry, it's just really hard being the golden child," I spat at him, repeating what he had called me the last time I saw him.

"This isn't still about St. Patrick's Day is it?" I gave him an innocent look as I started eating the chocolate and he scoffed, "I was trying to be nice."

"By saying you hated me?"

"I definitely did not say that," he scoffed again as if I was being ridiculous and it made me feel flustered.

"Well you insinuated it." My eyes were wide in disbelief and he frowned at me.

"I don't think you understood me," he stressed, "I was trying to be nice."

"Well it didn't make me feel good about myself." He rolled his eyes at me and I frowned.

"I think you're overreacting." He said it so nonchalantly that it took me a second to realise exactly what he had said.