Denial is First Step to Acceptance

21. Detention in The Kitchens

GUISE GUISE. DONT SHOOT ME. IVE BEEN ABANDONING THIS YEZ. IM SOLLY.

I woke up feeling dreadful. One, because of yesterday, and two, I had slept in my own puddle of tears. I opened the hangings quickly and found everyone had left.

I changed out of my clothes and was taking of my bra *cue the nose bleeds boys* off, when I heard a stir and a “holy shit!”. Sirius was sitting in bed staring at my bare chest. That’s right. Bare chest, my bra had fallen of when I turned around. Well, I did what a non-whore would do when facing this problem infront of an extremely hot guy, put aside the fact that I finally realised he was the guy I liked since my second year here. I covered myself up with my school shirt.

“I thought you were... um, gone with the other guys...” I said.

“didn’t feel like going.” Sirius said.

“Look Sirius! I really--” I started.

“No, just. No.” Sirius said, and changed infront of me, picked up his bag, and left, his face back to its emotionless self.

I finished changing hurriedly, my shirt still rumpled, skirt folding up from hastiness, and several buttons undone and my tie slung around my neck.

“Sorry I'm late sir!” I huffed, once I got to the Potions dungeon. Everyone was staring.

“it’s the next one Ms Potter.” Professor Kennardy said, pointing to her left.

“Right. Sorry Professor Kennardy.” And left the teacher and second year students to digest my rumpled look.

“Sir! Sorry I'm late!” I repeated, this time, in the correct room. I tried to pull my skirt down.

“nice of you to join us Ms Potter.” Professor Slughorn said. He gestured to the empty seat. In which, coincident-i-think-not, Sirius sat alone at the back, holding his head with his hand.

“Yes sir.” And I walked through the centre to the back, trying to fix my clothes.

I couldn’t do my tie with one hand, so I left it and dropped my bag in between Sirius and I. I couldn’t do my tie, my fingers fumbling all over from the people staring at my bad-girl look. Sirius glanced at my now knotted tie and beckoned me to come closer. I leaned in and he fixed my tie, with surprising elegance. There were several murmurs and giggles all around. Sirius shot a dark look and continued to rest his head in his hands.

“Now, I am sure most of you know this potion, Veratsium. Who can tell me what it does?”  Professor Slughorn said once it was silent again.

Everyone raised their hands up except Sirius and i. We were both daydreaming, both our eyes misty and dazed.

“Ms Potter? Mr Black? Not paying much attention in class?” Sluggy said, to which we continued to daydream.

Slughorn pursed his lips and said, “Dentention, both of you. Go to Professor McGonagall now.” And he held out two detention slips. We weren’t aware of our detention, until James and Remus stood up, dragged us out, hung our bags on us, and pushed us to Slughorn. We bumped into each other and woke from our day dream. We looked at each other and said “Sorry.” Before  flushing red.

“Sir? What’s up?” I said, slightly dazed.

“What’s up, Ms Potter, is you and Mr Black will be spending two nights now, in detention.” Professor said, unhappy about the lack of concentration.

“Oh.” We both said. We blushed. Again.

We grabbed the slips and walked out, fixing our bags.