Title: Thoughts She Shouldn't Have
Author: RaevenWynter
Rating: PG-14
Pairing: Angelina Johnson/Katie Bell
Warnings: Fem-Slash, innuendo,
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be, but if it was I would be really happy. J K Rowling is god, I just play with her creations.
Notes: This kind of just came to me. And it is an odd pairing. So it probably won't make much sense at all. But it did to me and it wouldn't leave me alone until I wrote it down. Which is something because I was trying not to wretch when the idea came to me. (Because I was sick.. not cause the pairing is scary... which, it isn't.. I don't think)
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Angelina woke up with a start. Her eyes flashed open and around her oversized bed in the girl's dormitory in Griffindor tower. She pushed the curtains of her bed back and the other four looming beds stood out in the moonlight sifting through the windows. Her eyes lingered on one of the beds, containing one Katie Bell, just a moment longer than natural before she pushed her hair back from her sweating brow.
This was not the first time she had woken up from a dream like *that*.
And she could feel a certain stickiness down *there* and sighed, reaching for a large leatherbound book on the bedside table. Her name scrawled across the front in gold lettering glittering in the pre-dawn light. /Journal, then shower/ She snorted, not so lady-like and pulled the book into her lap and sat up.
She opened it up slowly and a quill fell out. The magically enhanced set had been bought for her her last birthday by Alicia Spinnet, one of her two best friends. There appeared to be nothing written in the large book but she knew better, but she scratched down the date of the top of the first page and began to write.
'Another one of those dreams. Thoughts that shouldn't be in my mind. I wonder.. no, not wonder. I know what they would say if they knew. Not that Oliver Wood or Cedric Diggory isn't handsome. I know they are. But I find Kate so much more interesting. I just can't wait to see what her reaction would be to this.'
'I thank the Gods that only I know the password to this thing. Katie and Alicia wanted to have it so bad, but I couldn't let them have it after all this has been written in here. I swoon like they do but not quite so bad. I know I shouldn't have thoughts like this, but that doesn't stop them from coming. Esspecially when I am sleeping. I can keep her out of my mind so much during the day. Keep it purely platonic, but at night...'
Angelina sighed again and looked across the room. The false dawn was casting a light blue hue around the room and she knew she didn't have much more time before the other girls woke up.
'I need a shower. Why couldn't I have been normal?' She wrote before closing the book with a dull thud. It almost caused a smile to cross her face, knowing that no other living soul could read what she had just wrote without her password or some horribly henious and difficult spell, she was sure.
And she slowly crawled out of her warm bed and onto the cold castle floor and crept through the room her pushing everything but her destination out of her mind.
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The end?
Author: RaevenWynter
Rating: PG-14
Pairing: Angelina Johnson/Katie Bell
Warnings: Fem-Slash, innuendo,
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be, but if it was I would be really happy. J K Rowling is god, I just play with her creations.
Notes: This kind of just came to me. And it is an odd pairing. So it probably won't make much sense at all. But it did to me and it wouldn't leave me alone until I wrote it down. Which is something because I was trying not to wretch when the idea came to me. (Because I was sick.. not cause the pairing is scary... which, it isn't.. I don't think)
* * *
Angelina woke up with a start. Her eyes flashed open and around her oversized bed in the girl's dormitory in Griffindor tower. She pushed the curtains of her bed back and the other four looming beds stood out in the moonlight sifting through the windows. Her eyes lingered on one of the beds, containing one Katie Bell, just a moment longer than natural before she pushed her hair back from her sweating brow.
This was not the first time she had woken up from a dream like *that*.
And she could feel a certain stickiness down *there* and sighed, reaching for a large leatherbound book on the bedside table. Her name scrawled across the front in gold lettering glittering in the pre-dawn light. /Journal, then shower/ She snorted, not so lady-like and pulled the book into her lap and sat up.
She opened it up slowly and a quill fell out. The magically enhanced set had been bought for her her last birthday by Alicia Spinnet, one of her two best friends. There appeared to be nothing written in the large book but she knew better, but she scratched down the date of the top of the first page and began to write.
'Another one of those dreams. Thoughts that shouldn't be in my mind. I wonder.. no, not wonder. I know what they would say if they knew. Not that Oliver Wood or Cedric Diggory isn't handsome. I know they are. But I find Kate so much more interesting. I just can't wait to see what her reaction would be to this.'
'I thank the Gods that only I know the password to this thing. Katie and Alicia wanted to have it so bad, but I couldn't let them have it after all this has been written in here. I swoon like they do but not quite so bad. I know I shouldn't have thoughts like this, but that doesn't stop them from coming. Esspecially when I am sleeping. I can keep her out of my mind so much during the day. Keep it purely platonic, but at night...'
Angelina sighed again and looked across the room. The false dawn was casting a light blue hue around the room and she knew she didn't have much more time before the other girls woke up.
'I need a shower. Why couldn't I have been normal?' She wrote before closing the book with a dull thud. It almost caused a smile to cross her face, knowing that no other living soul could read what she had just wrote without her password or some horribly henious and difficult spell, she was sure.
And she slowly crawled out of her warm bed and onto the cold castle floor and crept through the room her pushing everything but her destination out of her mind.
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The end?