[A/N: Marcus, Percy, Oliver, Penelope and anyone else that is not Xanne
belong to J.K. Rowling. Xanne is my own character but is not me. I just
happen to like the name and there is also Xanne that is me, but that's a
whole different story. I was in a morbid mood as I wrote this story,
so.yeah, you'll see what I'm talking about when you read it.]
Understanding
Ch. I: Pain and Suffering
Xanne walked slowly down the dark and deserted corridor, her robes and her broomstick became heavier and heavier with every trudging step. Finally, she gave in and passed out under the painting of Uric the Oddball.
She felt herself being shaken awake by some red-robed someone. She couldn't make out his face; it was just too hard to see. The world around her was fuzzy.
"Malloy," he said, a bit alarmed. "Malloy, wake up."
She looked up and found herself face to face with Gryffindor captain and keeper Oliver Wood. Behind him stood the current Head Boy, Percy Weasley.
"Wood," she spat. Gryffindor had just beaten Slytherin hours before, followed by a grueling practice, which Xanne hadn't taken too kindly to. "Take your do-gooder Gryffindor hands off of me."
"I was only trying to help, Malloy," he said, clearly affronted. Weasley decided this was the moment to chime in.
"I think I'll go Oliver," he looked down at the Slytherin with a mixture of pity and disgust.
"I think you've helped enough," her dark eyes darkened even more with a scowl as she watched Weasley go. "I lost the game for us; Flint made us practice for hours. One measly goal I missed, you swatted it away. I paid with suicides."
"Muggle suicides?" he said, frowning. "They're not that bad, just running up and down the pitch a few times, right? You're fit enough for that."
"No," she said, massaging her severely bruised side. "While you and the Gryffindors ate your victory feast, I was doing Flint suicides. Being tied to a goalpost and having the bludgers let loose."
"But that's dangerous!" he exclaimed, shocked. "The bludgers have broken bones, jaws.even caused brain damage! The beaters.They didn't, they didn't.did they?"
"Bole and Derrick? Flint's the reason they pass Transfiguration. They apologized, true, but Flint forced them to make me pay for losing the game. At least they were friends enough to aim for safe spots."
"There is no safe spot to get hit with a bludger!" he lifted the bottom of her green sweater and was greeted with two blackish green splotches before she slapped his hand away.
"What do you think you're doing?!" she snapped.
"Checking to see if you're okay," he said. "Isn't Flint your boyfriend? How could he just."
"The win.he does it for the win. You know all about that Wood." She looked over at him knowingly.
"We do it a bit differently over in Gryffindor, thanks," Wood said harshly.
"Well, bully for Gryffindor," Xanne stood up, clutching her sides. "I'm sorry my personality put me where it hurts six years ago."
"Look," Wood said, standing up also. "I didn't mean it like that, Malloy."
"Well," she said, picking up her robes and looking over at him. "That's how you said it, Wood."
She said "up" in a pained voice, her broom shot up into her outstretched hand. Turning away, she felt something strange, almost like guilt toward the Gryffindor. She had been rather rude, but she attributed that to her wonderful Slytherin charm.
Whatever she felt, it was nothing to how sorry he was for her. Her boyfriend.well, he was Marcus Flint. It was expected that he would be a heartless bastard.
* * *
"Xanne," a gruff voice said from over her head. She looked up and saw him, her special someone. "I'm sorry, love."
"Yes," she muttered quietly, nursing her sides, which were every color except the normal cream they were supposed to be. "I know, Marcus."
"It's just." he faltered, looking determined to be understood. "If I don't treat you like one of the team, the guys will think I'm playing favorites. Well, if truth be told, I'd rather have you than all of those sweaty rabbles."
"That's nice to know," she said, reaching up slowly and tracing a hand down his cheek. He smiled gravely and took a seat next to her. Xanne nestled into his arms and laid there for quite some time, feeling a mixture of safety and anxiety.
"I'll always love you," Marcus said, kissing her forehead. He didn't notice the tears that fell from her eyes onto his quidditch robes. Soon, they both dozed off and were content with just being in each other's arms.
* * *
Xanne found herself being shaken awake. All she could think was how it must be some ungodly hour. She looked at her wristwatch. It was only two thirty. Marcus had awoken her.
"Come on," he said in his scratchy voice. "It's getting late."
Marcus took her hand and she began to walk towards the girls' corridor. He grasped her hand more firmly, and pulled her close to himself. His dark eyes met hers and they slipped into a soft kiss.
He guided her into his dorms and they lay down on his four poster bed, lips never leaving the others.
"Oh," Xanne gasped painfully, he had rolled on top of her, causing her bruises to throb in agony.
"I'm so sorry," he whispered into her ear and carefully lifted her sweater. His eyes gained a melancholy mist as he looked over the damage he had done.
She looked up into those dark pools of ebony; somehow they seemed less manic than they did at practice. He looked adoringly back at her and laid his head down on her chest. He had abandoned all desires of physicality for that night. She was surprised to see him lower his head to her chest, hot tears leaking out of his eyes. That was how they were found the next morning, by the Slytherin prefect Terrence Higgs.
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[Thank you for reading.Next chapter is done and is to be uploaded next. Please REVIEW!
Oooh.what will Terrence have to say? And Oliver, I don't think he's finished either. What's Percy's problem anyway?]
Understanding
Ch. I: Pain and Suffering
Xanne walked slowly down the dark and deserted corridor, her robes and her broomstick became heavier and heavier with every trudging step. Finally, she gave in and passed out under the painting of Uric the Oddball.
She felt herself being shaken awake by some red-robed someone. She couldn't make out his face; it was just too hard to see. The world around her was fuzzy.
"Malloy," he said, a bit alarmed. "Malloy, wake up."
She looked up and found herself face to face with Gryffindor captain and keeper Oliver Wood. Behind him stood the current Head Boy, Percy Weasley.
"Wood," she spat. Gryffindor had just beaten Slytherin hours before, followed by a grueling practice, which Xanne hadn't taken too kindly to. "Take your do-gooder Gryffindor hands off of me."
"I was only trying to help, Malloy," he said, clearly affronted. Weasley decided this was the moment to chime in.
"I think I'll go Oliver," he looked down at the Slytherin with a mixture of pity and disgust.
"I think you've helped enough," her dark eyes darkened even more with a scowl as she watched Weasley go. "I lost the game for us; Flint made us practice for hours. One measly goal I missed, you swatted it away. I paid with suicides."
"Muggle suicides?" he said, frowning. "They're not that bad, just running up and down the pitch a few times, right? You're fit enough for that."
"No," she said, massaging her severely bruised side. "While you and the Gryffindors ate your victory feast, I was doing Flint suicides. Being tied to a goalpost and having the bludgers let loose."
"But that's dangerous!" he exclaimed, shocked. "The bludgers have broken bones, jaws.even caused brain damage! The beaters.They didn't, they didn't.did they?"
"Bole and Derrick? Flint's the reason they pass Transfiguration. They apologized, true, but Flint forced them to make me pay for losing the game. At least they were friends enough to aim for safe spots."
"There is no safe spot to get hit with a bludger!" he lifted the bottom of her green sweater and was greeted with two blackish green splotches before she slapped his hand away.
"What do you think you're doing?!" she snapped.
"Checking to see if you're okay," he said. "Isn't Flint your boyfriend? How could he just."
"The win.he does it for the win. You know all about that Wood." She looked over at him knowingly.
"We do it a bit differently over in Gryffindor, thanks," Wood said harshly.
"Well, bully for Gryffindor," Xanne stood up, clutching her sides. "I'm sorry my personality put me where it hurts six years ago."
"Look," Wood said, standing up also. "I didn't mean it like that, Malloy."
"Well," she said, picking up her robes and looking over at him. "That's how you said it, Wood."
She said "up" in a pained voice, her broom shot up into her outstretched hand. Turning away, she felt something strange, almost like guilt toward the Gryffindor. She had been rather rude, but she attributed that to her wonderful Slytherin charm.
Whatever she felt, it was nothing to how sorry he was for her. Her boyfriend.well, he was Marcus Flint. It was expected that he would be a heartless bastard.
* * *
"Xanne," a gruff voice said from over her head. She looked up and saw him, her special someone. "I'm sorry, love."
"Yes," she muttered quietly, nursing her sides, which were every color except the normal cream they were supposed to be. "I know, Marcus."
"It's just." he faltered, looking determined to be understood. "If I don't treat you like one of the team, the guys will think I'm playing favorites. Well, if truth be told, I'd rather have you than all of those sweaty rabbles."
"That's nice to know," she said, reaching up slowly and tracing a hand down his cheek. He smiled gravely and took a seat next to her. Xanne nestled into his arms and laid there for quite some time, feeling a mixture of safety and anxiety.
"I'll always love you," Marcus said, kissing her forehead. He didn't notice the tears that fell from her eyes onto his quidditch robes. Soon, they both dozed off and were content with just being in each other's arms.
* * *
Xanne found herself being shaken awake. All she could think was how it must be some ungodly hour. She looked at her wristwatch. It was only two thirty. Marcus had awoken her.
"Come on," he said in his scratchy voice. "It's getting late."
Marcus took her hand and she began to walk towards the girls' corridor. He grasped her hand more firmly, and pulled her close to himself. His dark eyes met hers and they slipped into a soft kiss.
He guided her into his dorms and they lay down on his four poster bed, lips never leaving the others.
"Oh," Xanne gasped painfully, he had rolled on top of her, causing her bruises to throb in agony.
"I'm so sorry," he whispered into her ear and carefully lifted her sweater. His eyes gained a melancholy mist as he looked over the damage he had done.
She looked up into those dark pools of ebony; somehow they seemed less manic than they did at practice. He looked adoringly back at her and laid his head down on her chest. He had abandoned all desires of physicality for that night. She was surprised to see him lower his head to her chest, hot tears leaking out of his eyes. That was how they were found the next morning, by the Slytherin prefect Terrence Higgs.
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[Thank you for reading.Next chapter is done and is to be uploaded next. Please REVIEW!
Oooh.what will Terrence have to say? And Oliver, I don't think he's finished either. What's Percy's problem anyway?]