Growing on me Sirius x OC

8) An ill-fated interrogation

ok, so I think things are going a tad bit too fast. like one minute they "hate" each other and now they're hugging but I promise I have a plan. Trust me and enjoy!

The aesthetic is from Pinterest, I'll try to make one myself for Jasmine. credits to the original maker of this one though.

How does one get over a crush? It should have been quite easy right? It is simply to stop liking someone. Can't be that hard, can it?

Wrong. It was very hard.

No matter how much I tried to convince the girls that it was not a crush they agreed only to shoot me knowing smiles when I so much as looked in his direction.

It was maddening.

I had fallen into some sort of pattern of denial that was broken when I realized something.

He was ignoring me, wasn't he?

I tried not to think too much of it but they couldn't all be coincidences could they?

He walked the other way when I marched towards him, he quickly exited the common room when he saw me entering, and he even charmed the teachers into changing our seats as far from each other as they could. (how did he manage that last one?)

What had happened?

Of course the curiosity was killing me so I resolved to ask him what was up. Making up my mind I waited until class ended and then started walking over to him. He looked back and noticed me. His eyes widened and he started walking faster. I narrowed my eyes and began to briskly walk with purpose. He looked panicked and started running.

What was the matter with him?! Why was he this against talking to me?

I stopped for a second, twisted my hair, and pushed it into my sweater. I wiped my sweat dramatically and started to run. I let out my war cry and he let out a scream while we began running through the halls of Hogwarts. I said excuse me's and pardon me's while pushing my way through seventh year's legs and running after him. I was starting to pant. My legs hurt. I really needed to work on my stamina. If my mother was here she would have told me to cut down on the amount of pastries I eat.

He looked back to see if I was gaining on him. I was actually slowing down. My hair had started to come out of my sweater in wisps and I was sure I looked crazy.

He saw my state and let out a self-assured grin while slowing down. It was the wrong thing to do. Filled with a sudden bout of adrenaline, I sprinted towards him and caught him by the neck of his sweater.

(his lines are in italics)

'What are you doing?'

'Conducting an interrogation of course.'

'Why?'

'Because, you, are hiding something'

'No, I'm not, what are you tal-'

'Do not lie to me.'

I said while looking menacingly into his eyes, he must have been scared of my fearsome persona because he backed away as far as he could. He gulped and looked around, calculating possible exit routes.

'If you even so much as try to run for it, I will, I will....'

I trailed off uncertainly. What could I do?

Noticing my dilemma, he relaxed and said confidently, 'You'll do what? stutter at me?'

I frowned and tried to think. What could I do? Then inspiration struck. I graced him with my evil smirk.