"I couldn't hate you if I tried, Sirius." She met his eyes and then had to look away back at the table. "Alright. There was an hour or so there I hated you, but I might be over it." She turned the pages in her book without looking at them.
Mary caught the movement of his hand and she couldn't look at him, because for some stupid reason, she could feel the familiar prickling at the corners of her eyes that meant she might possibly cry and she knew if she looked up at him it would be worse.
"So. I should find another bloke to snog then. Is that what you're saying?"
Her chest hurt. And her throat. Because he was sitting here telling her he wanted things to stay the way they were, and that he would just hurt her worse. And of course he would, because he was Sirius Black, and she never should have expected him to like someone like her.