Title: Chasing Rainbows
Author: Chosentwo4381
Email: chosentwo4381@yahoo.com
Pairing: Alicia/Katie, mentions of Fred/Angelina and George/Lee
Archiving: ff.net, my page at the Realm, list archives. Anyone else, just ask.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. I don't really own the title either. I nicked it from the name of this 'ship over at the Park.
Feedback: If you want
Author's Note: I'm all about the chaser slash, I've even written a fic where the chasers are a triad, but this is the first time I'm writing a single pairing HP femmeslash fic that isn't Hermione/Ginny. So bear with me. I'm not sure how I feel about this. I'm also not sure what my fascination with locker room scenes is. /blah/ means emphasis.
The locker room is empty and it's just the two of us. We won the match. Hufflepuff, so it's to be expected. The new seeker is a timid third year girl, with none of the skill that Cedric Diggory possessed; she never had a chance against Harry. So, chalk up another win for Gryffindor. Fred and George have gone on their obligatory Hogsmeade butter beer run, Harry and Ron, the new keeper, had headed to the kitchens for pastries, and Captain and Head Girl Angelina, was off running interference with McGonagall for their wayward significant others. That leaves just Katie and me.
Not that I'm complaining. Far from it. I'm actually rather giddy with this aloneness. Hoping that this will be the day that something finally comes of this /whatever/ it is between us. She's my best friend yes, but more than that. It almost always has been. Before Fred and Angelina became Fred&Angelina, and Lee and George started being George&Lee, the six of us were two threesomes that hung out. Now it's the two couples, and Katie and I, whatever we are. People always speak of us in the same breath, "Katie&Alicia," but we aren't an '&' like the others are. We get close, but something always intrudes upon those almost moments, when we could become more. A twin sets off a dung bomb, Angelina comes in spazzing about yet another responsibility; it's always /something/.
But today, the usual distractions are missing and it's just us. Two seventeen-year-old girls in and empty locker room. I realize that I've been staring.
"Hey Alicia," she says.
"Yeah Katie," I reply focusing on her eyes now. Beautiful green eyes that I could get lost in.
"Can we talk?" she asks timidly.
"You never have to ask for permission to talk to me," I reply. She doesn't, it's true.
She takes a deep breath before speaking again, "I don't know how to say this, but I can't not attempt to figure this out anymore. There's this thing between us, and-"
"I know," I cut in, stepping closer to her.
"You know?" still timid, you'd never believe it from seeing her out on the pitch.
"I do." She and I both move this time. Staring deep into each other's eyes. I can almost feel her breath mingling with mine. I'm not sure who moves first, but our lips are touching, moving against each other as if they'd been doing it for years. We break for air.
"You did know," she smiles at me.
"I told you I did," I grin back.
"So are we?" An eyebrow cocks in my direction.
"Finally." A smirk in response. I offer my arm. "Shall we?"
Her hand in the crook of my arm, "We shall."