FYI: This is only the prolouge, so sorry it's so short. Next chapter will be longer,I promise.

Summery: Think twice before you fall in love. A Romance/Tragedy about a love doomed from the start. She's marrying the last man in the world he can charm her from. This time, the choice is hers. HG/SB

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all the characters in this story all belong to the brilliant mind of JK Rowling, except for the ones I make up myself, and my plot.

Think Twice

When I see you standing in the mirror, I run,

Why is it that way?

Why am I with him?

'Are you taken?' I ask, and hold out a hand for you to take, to dance with, and to dance with me with.

Together, we would dance.

We would dance to any beat, any song, any rhythm.

Anything.

We would dance till our shoes were shot.

Dance until our love was not love, but hate.

Dance till our time was up.

But I never hated you. I never will.

Because will love you until I think twice.

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Sirius was cold.

For once in his life, he was a stone, as cold as a rock as the woman he loved danced with her love.

Which wasn't him, evidently.

He had kissed her goodbye not five months ago, her with tears streaming down her beautiful face. His porcelain doll. His angel.

But not anymore. Now she was his, and he was doing her wrong.

Every dance, every kiss seared Sirius's soul, his heart, his very being. Because he still loved her, and he had lost her to her best friend.

Typical, isn't it?

Guy finds his godson, girl falls in love with her best friend's/godson's godfather, godfather/guy gets the girl, guy loses girl, girl falls in love with best friend, guy loves girl, girl and best friend/godson get engaged.

And now he was alone, without the love of his life.

And his godson was marrying her.

Oh well, hope they both rot in hell.

He didn't really mean itthough. He was the one who was to blame for this mess, not Harry.

Defiantly not her.

Never her.

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Five months ago

"Why?" Hermione shouts. "Why are you doing this Sirius? You still love me, you're just confused, don't let me go!"

Tears were streaming down her face. She was openly crying now, letting the world know how I shamed her.

How I didn't care about the feelings of a woman who loved me, of a woman so perfect I called her Porcelain Doll in private, when we were alone together, whenever no one was around to hear her cry out when I kissed her, or to moan when we did… other things.

"You don't want me do go!" she cries out, and she tries to rush to my arms, but I catch her and hold her away from me. Protecting her, protecting me.

"I'm too old for you; I'll die before we can ever be happy." I whisper to her and clung to her, one last time, one last sign that we were ever lovers.

"Fine." She states and pulls away from me.

Then she pulls me toward her and our lips meet for the last time.

She picks up her bags and leaves me. The cold sleet blurs my vision, and I see her turn once to look at me for the last time, and I feel tears pouring down my face.

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A voice pulled me out of sulking about a lost love, and I almost spilled my drink.

"Sirius?"

It was her. Shit.

I turned around and put a smile on my face. I could never face her sad and angry again.

"Yes? What is it?" I asked coolly.

She smiled and my heart melted. Her smile was like water on a hot day, like the moon in the night sky.

Like the angel she was, soaring on a mission for peace.

"I was just wondering," She started tentatively, "I was wondering if you would like to dance with me, for this song."

She held out her hand, "I wouldn't think twice." I said softly, and I took it, leading her on to the dance floor.

When all is said and done
And dead does he love you…

I danced and sang along with the music, because it was our song, and it explained our twisted love, but the end came too soon.

…Think twice before you touch my girl
Come around I'll let you feel the burn
When all is said and done

"Like us" I whispered to her, and I felt her shutter under our intertwined arms.

I pulled out of our embrace, and bowed.

"Goodbye, my dear Porcelain Doll, I wish you a happy marriage, but I must be going, I have something I need to attend to at home." I said stiffly, and walked out of the room, only stopping to bid farewell to Harry.

Hermione was left there, in the middle of the dance floor frozen in the same position that I left her.

My dear Porcelain Doll.

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FYI:

I have another story I'm writing, but I like this one better, I might take time off from one to write the other, vica versa.

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