My Black Heart... | ON HOLD |

Firewhisky saves us all...

When you arrived upstairs, you flopped onto the bed and put on 'Nothing to do with love' by Halestorm as you began to write a letter to your brother Ben Granger. You knew your niece Hermione was coming to Sirius' home and wanted to assure Ben that his daughter (whom you had never met) would be save. Finishing the letter, you signed the letter and placed it into an envelope and gave it to your owl 'Wentz' named after Pete Wentz from Fall Out Boy.

Shortly after your tawny owl flew out of the window, you heard someone stomp up the stairs and forcefully fling the door open. It was an apparently moody Sirius, who kicked the dresser as he came in.

"What's wrong?" You asked.
"The ginger bi-" Sirius began but stopped as he noticed Molly had followed him and was now glaring at him angrily.

You rolled your eyes and got up off the bed and grabbed Molly by the arm, pulling her into the hall.

"Look Weasley. I don't like you, Sirius doesn't particularly like you either but for God's sake, quit arguing with my fiancé" You told her, releasing your grip and walking back into your room.

"She'll be fussing over Hermione tomorrow. Hopefully she'll lay off you" You said to Sirius who had calmed down now (hopefully).

"I can't wait" He laughed, humourlessly.

You smirked and shut the door again, soundproofing the room (oh my gosh this sounds like I'm leading up to something dirty, I'm not! I promise). You selected your favourite song from your collection of rock music which turned out to be Panic! At the Disco's 'I write Sins not Tragedies'.

As the music began, Sirius summoned a bottle of Firewhisky whilst you sung along with the "Haven't you people ever heard of, closing the goddamn door?".

You spent the night headbanging and dancing to Panic! and Fall Out Boy with your ex-convict...

That's it for this chapter, yet again, anything you recognise I don't own. Comment what you think, I appreciate it!