Hey everybody! Long time no see. I haven't posted anything in forever. and I am deeply sorry for that.
so two things before we get to the story.
1. I do have a Tumblr if you'd like to follow me on there. blog/cyraaideen
2. If any of you are waiting for 'Unconventional Love' to be updated... it's probably not going to happen. just because I lost my inspiration for that, and if I continue to write it, it's going to end up being really crappy. But if anybody would like to adopt it... that's open.
disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any recognizable characters.
Parachute | Kiss me Slowly
I can see you there with the city lights,
Fourteenth floor, pale blue eyes.
I can breathe you in.
Two shadows standing by the bedroom door,
No, I could not want you more than I did right then,
As our heads leaned in.
Well, I'm not sure what this is gonna be,
But with my eyes closed all I see
Is the skyline, through the window,
The moon above you and the streets below.
Hold my breath as you're moving in,
Taste your lips and feel your skin.
When the time comes, baby don't run, just kiss me slowly.
I.
She grew up always hearing that love is the most powerful magic. Love can conquer anything. And she believed that more than anything else.
II.
He had grown up in a society that hated his family. That treated him like dirt. Not because of who he is, but because of who his parents where. So excuse him for being a little cynical when it comes to kindness and love.
III.
She had started Hogwarts a year early. Special circumstances. Her mom would be in the hospital for at least a year recovering from a quiditch injury. Her dad was an auror, he had to work. And really, it's not like McGonagall was going to say no.
Her dad was Harry fuckin Potter.
IV.
His first year at Hogwarts had sucked. Being sorted into Slytherin had extinguished any chance of him making friends. Oh sure, Albus Potter and Rose Weasley had tried to be "friends" with him. But he had stopped that as soon as he saw the pity shining in their eyes. He wasn't anybody's charity case.
He honestly hadn't expected his 2nd year to go much better.
V.
She had known from an early age that she wasn't quite as light, quite as bright as the rest of her Gryffindor family. Sure, she believed in true love and happily-ever-afters; but what little girl didn't. She was only 10 when she started Hogwarts. She was still so innocent. But she'll admit that she wasn't at all surprised when the hat yelled Slytherin. Everyone else? Well that was a whole nother matter.
VI.
Lily Luna Potter. Everything about her screamed innocence. From her too big ocean eyes to her scarlet hair to her name to her age. He was positive that the hat had a made a mistake. But then he watched that other Weasley (Dominique he thinks) get sorted into Slytherin also. He watched the devilish smiles on their faces as they stared at the rest of the hall. As everyone realized that the only Potter-Weasley children of the year had both been sorted into Slytherin. He saw the horror on people's faces. And he new this year was going to be interesting.
He didn't realize just how interesting.
VII.
He drew her eye almost immediately. Moonlight hair and starlight eyes. Always by himself. Always quiet. He intrigued her. And she was still a little too naive, she didn't understand why no one like him. And she didn't bother asking. So she waited, and when he was alone, she pounced.
But no one had ever told Malfoy that Lily always got her way.
VIII.
He had been sitting in the library, like he did ever Saturday. Same table, same seat, same time, different book. And no one had ever bothered him before. Not once. So when the table shook, and a chair scraped out his head jerked up in shock. He's not sure what he was expecting, but Lily Potter perched on a chair staring at him wasn't it. He heard his book fall to the floor, a dull thud. And all she did was stare.
He stares at her, speech seeming incapable of coming back anytime soon, the shock still fresh in his brain.
"Why are you always alone? Don't you like anyone here?" she asks, with the too innocent voice of a child. So young, so naïve. She has no idea.
"You wouldn't understand." he mutters quitely and her eyes flahs. He ignores her, bending over to pick up his book and when he straightens he rears back in surprise. Because she's right there, her face inches from his. No noise, no warning. She was just there.
"No. I think you're just too scared to tell me. And just because I'm young doesn't mean I'm stupid." she hisses quitely before flouncing off.
He sits there, surrounded by the scent of caramel and sea water, still shocked.
It takes him a while to realize he can't even remember where he was in his book.
IX.
He infuriated her. Her blood was boiling like it id after James or Albus did something to tick her off. Well she was going to annoy him all year. She was not going to give him a moment's peace. She would show him not to treat her like she was to stupid, too young to understand anything. The arrogance!
Somebody should have warned him that Lily Potter held grudges and got revenge better than anyone.
End part 1.
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-Cyra