AN: For Cuba.

DISCLAIMER: Oy! JKR, can I be you for a day so I can own these awesomely characters that totally aren’t mine? Oh, and Hinder, I so totally stole your awesomecakes song, Get Stoned. Ha-ha!

“Fuck you, Sirius! Fuck all of this, I can’t deal with this anymore!” I am screaming. I feel the tears making dark paths in my tanned cheeks, my vocal chords seem raw from emotion.

He’s yelling. Yelling and crying and we are both throwing things, our angered magic combined in the destruction of our flat.

Lashing out
One of the petty moves you pull before you lose control
You wear me out
But it's all right now

Clothes are flying into my suitcase, I’m not even trying. I can feel the magic pulsing through me, my heart and head are pounding. Blinded by rage. He thinks he can get away with cheating on me with that skank? Unbelievable…

(What’s he screaming about?)

“MARLENE APHRODITE McKINNON, WILL YOU STOP CHUCKING CLOTHES INTO YOUR BAG AND LISTEN TO ME?!” he roars, and for the first time, I see his dark side. In his eyes there is something animalistic and angry- something that wants to kill me and love me at the same time.

Lets go home and get stoned
We could end up makin’ love instead of misery
Go home and get stoned
Cause the sex is so much better when you're mad at me

“Fuck, Marley! Shut up! Stop screaming! Let’s talk about this over a joint!”

He must see the anger and hurtin my eyes, because he takes a step backwards.

I reach behind me and blindly grab for something heavy. A lamp, that'll do. That really expensive goblin-wrought pewter lamp with the ornate vines carved intoit, the onehe bought me when we moved in.

(He’s screaming. Shit, that’s a lot of blood.)

You wear me out (We could end up making love instead of misery)
But it's all right now
Without a doubt
The break up is worth the make up sex you're givin me
Lets hash it out
Cause your bitchin and your yellin don't mean anything

“Tergeo.”

I’m stitching up his head and he’s sitting on the couch, holding my hand while I mop up blood and moaning, “oww, fuckity, oww!” over and over again.

(I wanted to hurt him- to hurt him worse than he hurt me.)

Don't count me out
I can handle all the baggage that you're carrying
You wear me out
But it's all right now

“Sirius, you baby. Have some hash. Godric… see what you’ve gotten us into? Inhale, baby. That’s it, smoke, exhale, it’ll be okay.”

He’s crying. I think I’m the only one that’s seen him sob like this. I know he’s regretting sleeping with her, regretting laughing at me, screaming. I’m rubbing his back as he pulls down that grass, taking breaths between sobs.

Let's go home and get stoned
We could end up makin love instead of misery
Go home and get stoned
Cause the sex is so much better when you're mad at me
You wear me out (We could end up makin love instead of misery)

I roll over, sheets twisting around me, his arm under my head inching upwards- he’s uncomfortable.

“That was amazing, Marley…” he whispers, kissing the top of my head. “I’m sorry. I love you.” I nod and snuggle closer to him, watching our matching dragon tattoos bump each other- completing each other.

But it's alright now
Lets go home and get stoned
We could end up makin love instead of misery
Go home and get stoned
Cause the sex is so much better when you're mad at me
Go home and get stoned

“Here, have another joint.” We have the munchies and we’re scarfing down chocolate frogs and every flavour beans. And it must be the pot, because I want to bend over the couch and let him go at it with me right now.

“I love you. I love you, Marlene.” he murmurs, his face buried in my black waves.

We could end up making love instead of misery
Go home and get stoned
Cause the sex is so much better when you're mad at me
You wear me out
(We could end up makin love instead of misery)
But it's all right now
(Cause the sex is so much better when you're mad at me)

A single tear slides down my cheek.