Chapter One
The Meeting
They were there in a bar that was sleek and clean and very, very busy. It was New Year's Eve and everyone was partying to celebrate the holiday. Even though it was as busy as Grade Central Station, they seemed to have caught each other's eye from across the room. There he was, the man she had always looked at as something to look up to, not necessarily eye candy as all the other girls in Slytherin saw him. He was smart, intelligent and new how to take care of himself. They walked toward each other, tripping a bit, but keeping a broad smile across their faces.
"I've seen you in the Slytherin common room before, haven't I?" said he. "Yeah, that's me you're thinking of..right night for this type of celebration isn't it?" she said, cheerily. "Certainly is. Would you care to dance?" "Why not, couldn't hurt anything, I wouldn't think," said she.
They danced. Hogsmeade was a great town, but never before had it seemed this great. The music blared on, techno mostly, with some industrial, but mostly techno. The dance seemed to last forever and though she looked up to the man she was dancing with, she was getting bored. "Let's go over there," she whispered in his ear with a slight touch of her tongue to his skin.
They walked over to a garden that was about the size of their dorm rooms back at school and sat down on a bench that was placed right in the middle. She wanted to kiss him, but she dared not to, especially since they had never really spoken before, except for the occasional "hello" in school hallways.
So, instead they watched the sky together, never speaking, seeming as though they knew what each other was thinking all through the night. As they headed back to the bar, some of the dancers were making their way out, so they had more elbow space to dance anyhow. He grabbed her hips in a sort of unsightly dance move, she followed. She grabbed his hair and pulled, he followed. The whole thing seemed rather perverse and primitive. Better than sex, in a way, and she had not yet found one thing in the world that was equal to the other one thing in the world she loved more than music, and that was sex.
They went home that night and even after knowing that they don't know each other really, kissed and followed her inside, never leaving until the next day. The mere thought that this might be thought of as evil only egged them on, and so it was - Lauren Goodnight and Christian Coulson in bed together. That next morning was one of extreme joy for Goodnight as she woke to feel Christian's breath occupy the pores on her neck. He was rather innocent looking when he slept, though Lauren knew better of this. That day, they planned Potter's death. "He will be expunged by the end of the school year, my love" said Christian; silence. She wasn't sure if she really wanted Potter dead - after all, maybe he was an asset? The mere fact that he had escaped death by He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was proof enough for her that his powers far succeeded hers and yes, even Christian's. She turned over and planted her head on his chest as he wrapped an arm around her. "You know, Christian..have you ever thought that maybe Potter could be of some use to us?" Christian's lip curled and as he was about to say something, she cut him off. "I mean, you and I both know of his narrow escape from The Dark Lord and, I'm just saying that maybe we could use him." She trailed off as she saw the look in Coulson's eyes. "So you think we could use him do you? Use him up and spit him out, eh? Well, let me tell you something Miss Ideas, I don't ever plan to be near that wretched little BOY longer than necessary. And if." he stopped abruptly as Lauren started screaming at him in return. "And if WHAT, Christian? If I think I know more than you? If you think that I think that I know more than you? TELL ME! GO ON, TELL ME!" He paused seemingly stopped in Limbo. "Listen, Christian - to be a true leader, one must learn to have patience and above all not think that he or she alone has the answers to everything until you're really sure that you DO." She got up from bed and started walking towards the shower. "In other words," she added, "stop acting like you have to be a leader and be one." Slam. The door shut tightly behind her and water started pouring into the wash basin.
The Meeting
They were there in a bar that was sleek and clean and very, very busy. It was New Year's Eve and everyone was partying to celebrate the holiday. Even though it was as busy as Grade Central Station, they seemed to have caught each other's eye from across the room. There he was, the man she had always looked at as something to look up to, not necessarily eye candy as all the other girls in Slytherin saw him. He was smart, intelligent and new how to take care of himself. They walked toward each other, tripping a bit, but keeping a broad smile across their faces.
"I've seen you in the Slytherin common room before, haven't I?" said he. "Yeah, that's me you're thinking of..right night for this type of celebration isn't it?" she said, cheerily. "Certainly is. Would you care to dance?" "Why not, couldn't hurt anything, I wouldn't think," said she.
They danced. Hogsmeade was a great town, but never before had it seemed this great. The music blared on, techno mostly, with some industrial, but mostly techno. The dance seemed to last forever and though she looked up to the man she was dancing with, she was getting bored. "Let's go over there," she whispered in his ear with a slight touch of her tongue to his skin.
They walked over to a garden that was about the size of their dorm rooms back at school and sat down on a bench that was placed right in the middle. She wanted to kiss him, but she dared not to, especially since they had never really spoken before, except for the occasional "hello" in school hallways.
So, instead they watched the sky together, never speaking, seeming as though they knew what each other was thinking all through the night. As they headed back to the bar, some of the dancers were making their way out, so they had more elbow space to dance anyhow. He grabbed her hips in a sort of unsightly dance move, she followed. She grabbed his hair and pulled, he followed. The whole thing seemed rather perverse and primitive. Better than sex, in a way, and she had not yet found one thing in the world that was equal to the other one thing in the world she loved more than music, and that was sex.
They went home that night and even after knowing that they don't know each other really, kissed and followed her inside, never leaving until the next day. The mere thought that this might be thought of as evil only egged them on, and so it was - Lauren Goodnight and Christian Coulson in bed together. That next morning was one of extreme joy for Goodnight as she woke to feel Christian's breath occupy the pores on her neck. He was rather innocent looking when he slept, though Lauren knew better of this. That day, they planned Potter's death. "He will be expunged by the end of the school year, my love" said Christian; silence. She wasn't sure if she really wanted Potter dead - after all, maybe he was an asset? The mere fact that he had escaped death by He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was proof enough for her that his powers far succeeded hers and yes, even Christian's. She turned over and planted her head on his chest as he wrapped an arm around her. "You know, Christian..have you ever thought that maybe Potter could be of some use to us?" Christian's lip curled and as he was about to say something, she cut him off. "I mean, you and I both know of his narrow escape from The Dark Lord and, I'm just saying that maybe we could use him." She trailed off as she saw the look in Coulson's eyes. "So you think we could use him do you? Use him up and spit him out, eh? Well, let me tell you something Miss Ideas, I don't ever plan to be near that wretched little BOY longer than necessary. And if." he stopped abruptly as Lauren started screaming at him in return. "And if WHAT, Christian? If I think I know more than you? If you think that I think that I know more than you? TELL ME! GO ON, TELL ME!" He paused seemingly stopped in Limbo. "Listen, Christian - to be a true leader, one must learn to have patience and above all not think that he or she alone has the answers to everything until you're really sure that you DO." She got up from bed and started walking towards the shower. "In other words," she added, "stop acting like you have to be a leader and be one." Slam. The door shut tightly behind her and water started pouring into the wash basin.