A/N: I love Pitch Perfect and Bechloe, so I decided I should at least make one story out of this pairing. It's not much... But hey! You can't blame a girl for trying. ;)
Warning: I actually think Beca is a Potterhead at heart, so this is what came out of that thought. XD
Disclaimer: Sorry, don't own Pitch Perfect (Snape voice - "obviously") or the characters. Or Bechloe, for that matter. But I do wish I owned Aubrey, though. Just don't tell my parents. xP
11:11
Strange. I don't remember Kimmy Jin ever putting the scent of strawberries in our dorm. Or on herself, for that matter. Or on me. Or on- wait. Then, that means-
'Flash!'
My eyes practically flew open and I pointed my wand that I always keep close to me at the ginger who took a picture of me. Wait, what? Ginger? Strawberries? That only means one thing.
"Chloe, what in Pigwidgeon's name are you doing inside my dorm at," I looked at the digital clock on my nightstand, "11:11AM?!"
11:11. Hmmn... I must have fallen asleep. Again. I swear, there must be something wrong with me. Exactly why do I find it hard to sleep at night and when I will be doing something productive like making a new mix, I'll be falling asleep without finishing it?
"Shut up, keep your stupid stick, and make a wish," was the answer to my question.
I snorted, "how many times must I tell you that it's not a stick? It's a wand. W-A-N-D. Wand. Seriously, woman! Or 'Siriusly', 'cause, you know," I chuckled at my own joke while making air quotes.
'Silence.'
I sighed, "muggles."
'More silence.'
"Chloe?"
'Awkward silence.'
"Hmmn... I never knew you can't hear someone by closing your eyes."
'Annoying silence.'
I glared. I could crucio her with how she's torturing me, but-
"What time is it?"
Ahh... Time for revenge. I closed my eyes.
"Beca? Hello? Becs? Beca," she snapped her fingers.
"I can't hear you," I sing-songed.
"Oh. I see what you're doing," I can feel her moving closer towards my face. Obviously because her breath is tickling my face. Duh!
I hummed, "and what would that be?"
She giggled. Our noses are touching now. I gulped, but I wouldn't admit that to anyone. Her lips are pressed into my jaw, just a few inches near my own.
Like I said before, or thought. Whatever floats your boat. I could crucio her with how she's torturing me, but I love her too much to do that.
A/N: Short, I know. But hey, this is just a drabble. Most of the stories that I published on this sight are also short, anyway. But I actually ended it here so it won't be an M rating. ;)
