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finally! when they don't take them back<3
could you write an angst thing where reader finds out sirius only started dating her for a bet but she doesn’t take him back? like he admits to what happened and says he actually ended up falling for her but she decides to leave him anyways? idk it just pisses me off when the reader is so forgiving like i would never recover from that 💀
Liss is my Hufflepuff OC, lol. Hope you like it! Thanks for the ask♡.
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When you woke up that morning, you didn't have any plans to eavesdrop on your two best friends' conversation.
It just sort of happened.
The long, old and dusty tapestry covered your entire figure, from head to toe. A clammy hand was pressed against your mouth, as you listened to a conversation that was supposed to be private. The worn material was see-through enough to let you figure out who was who, and if their voices weren't enough, you recognized the yellow and red jumpers.
“Please tell me you are joking, Lilly. Please.”
“Liss, you can’t say a thing, less to y/n.”
Your stomach twisted in anxiety; They were hiding something, a secret.
“Lilly,” Liss spoke again, she was mad, you could always figure it out by how her accent deepened. “This isn't fair.”
“I know it isn't.” Lilly agreed with her, mirroring the other girl's frustration. “I overheard it from a conversation between James and Sirius.”
Your stomach made another painful jolt at those words, your boyfriend, Sirius, was hiding something, and not only your two best friends know, James, Lilly’s boyfriend, knew too. The loud click of the clock hung up on the stone wall was all you could hear for a few minutes, minutes that felt like hours.
“I'm going to tell her,” Liss said, scoffing loudly. “This farce needs to stop.”
“Hey!” Lilly grabbed her hand before the Hufflepuff girl could walk away. “Believe me, there’s nothing more I want than to tell her what's going on.”
“And then?!”
“It's not our responsibility, Liss.”
“But as her best friends—”
“Liss! Sirius is the one who needs to be sincere about this!”
So he was hiding something. The nauseous feeling only gained weight inside your stomach, all the way to your chest. Your lungs struggled for air, the whole hallway felt suffocating, and you could taste the vomit in your mouth.
“He’s not going to! He’s going to keep lying to her! Because that's what he's been doing the past three months!” Liss practically shouted.
Three months, three months ago Sirius asked you on a date.
Three months ago he kissed you next to Blake Lake.
Three months ago he asked you to be his girlfriend.
“What do you want us to do then?” It was Lilly’s turn to shout, swinging her hands in the air.
“For Helga’s sake, for being Head Girl you are such an idiot! We have to tell her Sirius is only dating her over a stupid bet he had with the boys! I don't give a fuck if it’s not our responsibility! She’s our best friend!”
And with those three words, your whole world shattered, just like your heart.
Over a bet.
One of them stormed away, quickly followed by the other, but it didn't matter much, all you could think about was those three words.
Over a bet.
You released a breath you didn't know you were holding. The world felt distant as if someone used a spell to stop time, even the seconds felt slow; The tears were silent but the thoughts inside your head were messy and loud. The anxiety, the shock, the anger, the sadness, everything was mixed, combined into this big, green monster that threatened your satiny.
With shaky steps, you walked towards Gryffindor’s common room, knowing that's where your beloved boyfriend was going to be. And he was, leaning against the stairs as he talked with Remus.
“So I told Prongs— Oh hey, doll.” He smiled the second he looked at you, a smile that faded when he noticed your teary cheeks, your puffy eyes, and how you carried your broken heart in the palm of your hand. “What's wrong babe?”
He sounded worried, but you knew better. It was a lie, just like everything else had been, for the past three months.
Remus gasped in shock when your hand collided with Sirius's pale cheek. The whole world froze again, but this time the sadness and anxiety were far gone, there was only anger.
“What the fuck—” Sirius started, but you quickly stopped him, pushing him. You were never the one for violence, but this time it just felt right.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You asked through hiccups. “A bet? That's all I am?”
His grey eyes melted, you could read the guilt, but it was fake, it had to be, just like his love was, fake. Everything was fake. All the kisses, all the dates, all the late-night conversations, everything.
“I—” He said, stuttering, glancing up at you with his doe, breathtaking eyes. “I'm sorry.”
“I'm sorry.” He repeated, biting his lip.
“Over a bet.” You hissed, nostrils fluttering with rage. “And for what? To boost your pathetic ego? To prove you can pull every girl you want?”
“I didn't—” Sirius choked, with his own words, with his lies. “I tried to call down the bet, I promise.” He promised, just like he promised he loved you on your second date, holding your hand, stargazing. “I tried to when I realized I was falling in love with you.”
In love, those sweet words only fueled your anger.
Remus, who looked beyond embarrassed, stepped away, slowly, silently.
“And you.” Your attention was now on the tall boy, and he shrunk in his place. “You knew. You fucking knew!”
“I'm sorry,” Remus muttered, blushing, even the tip of his ears were crimson. “I tried to talk to them about how wrong it was—”
“Save it for later.” You snapped, flipping him off. “I wouldn't be surprised if you started dating Liss over a bet too.”
His honey eyes widened at your words. “N—no!” He replied, shaking his head. “I promise!”
“Sweetheart, please,” Sirius spoke again, diverting your attention from Remus who used it as an opportunity to run away from the catastrophe.
“Don't call me that!” The tears made their way again down your cheeks. “Don't ever speak to me again.”
“y/n, please.” Sirius pleaded, standing up. “I love you, I do. I know it was wrong, I know it shouldn't have done that.” He continued, word after word, he rambled, about how much he loved you, about how hard he fell for you, about how special you were.
“I love you.”
He was crying. The tears were like shiny diamonds, staining the marble stairs.
“I love you.” He whispered again, as the remorse and shame coated him.
Sirius shouted your name, as you walked away, away from him, from his love, from his lies. Back facing the man who fooled you. You heard his pleas, his promises, but those were lies too.
Your first relationship was over, dramatically, it even felt like a novel. That night, you laid in bed, safely wrapped under your duvet, crying your heart out, over a bet, over what could've been.