Pissed Off
I feel like I have just drifted off into the peaceful land of sleep when I hear her voice. It is very obvious that she is pissed. "What the fuck are you doing here?" she hisses quietly. Prying my eyes open, I look in her direction. She is clicking the clasps closed on her left boot.
"Uh…sleeping?" I wonder aloud.
She throws a pillow at me. It whacks me in the face with such force my head is thrown back. "Maybe you should try a bed," she spits out, turning to click the locks on her other boot shut.
This girl really has some nerve. Honestly, man, she laughed at me, bled all over my favorite shirt, scared the shit out of me, and well, kissed me, but that was totally an evil kiss. Now, to top it all off, she is throwing stuff at me. What the hell? I just spent the night in a horribly uncomfortable chair to make sure she was all right, and this is the thanks I get.
I glare at her until she stands. After which, my mind goes blank and I can't remember why I was so angry with her. The early morning sunlight is pouring through the windows of the Hospital Wing and her white nightgown. It hangs just a few inches above her knees, not that it makes any difference, since the lighting in here makes it complete see-through. I smirk, taking in the sight before her amused voice cracks into my thoughts. "Take a picture."
My witty comeback is rudely interrupted by Poppy. "Ms. Cole, what are you doing out of bed?"
Cole gives her a sickeningly, sweet smile. "Leaving," she answers quirking an eyebrow with her one word response.
"You will do no such thing," Poppy's shrill voice echoes in my mind, making my ears ring.
Smiling again, before her tongue slips back into whatever position it falls in, to successfully flash Poppy her pissed face, Cole says, "I would really like to see you stop me."
Narrowing her eyes coldly, Poppy glares at her. Suddenly, though, she steps to the side. What? She is going to let her go. What the hell? She doesn't even do that for Moony.
Slowly, Cole walks past, boots clicking on the tile, to the door. I am left staring at the empty space in front of the nurse.
Poppy looks at me before speaking, "Well, Mr. Black you have class in about twenty minutes. I suggest you head out."
I stare at her and scratch my head before following orders.
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"An hour! A whole bloody hour!" Prongs is going on about Lily, again. His arms wave frantically as he speaks, before he dramatically, drops backwards onto his old bed. "An hour, Pads. We talked for an hour, and no bruises! I am so," he pauses, unsure of what he is. "Shocked!" he decides. "This is a first, maybe she is starting to fall for my charms."
I work hard not to laugh, but he is so stupid sometimes. "You don't think she felt it would be wrong to deck the guy who just 'saved her life.' And what charms are you speaking of exactly?"
"No! Well, maybe. Still Padfoot, we haven't had that long of a conversation in," he stops, closing his eyes and thinking back. "Well, we never had a conversation that long. That didn't involve screaming at least."
Remus walks in, tossing himself down on his bed and glancing over to me, he yawns. "Prongs still going on about Lily?"
"Of course, like he ever talks about anything else." I roll my eyes; ignoring James offended expression. "How's Pete?"
"Why don't you go see him for yourself?" Remus asks, evidently he does not understand the dangers of Poppy Pomfrey. She loves Ole Moony but me, well if I had not left when I did yesterday, I would have been thrown out on my ass. I just give him that 'do you really have to ask' look. He sighs, and answers, "He's fine."
"Good, that's all I needed to know." I grin. "Now I am going to go, because I have a meeting with dear Ms… Ms…" Shit, I forgot her name. It started with a D… she has like the greatest ass.
"Calloway?" James offers. Yes, Diane Calloway.
"Yes, dear Ms. Calloway, before Potions." I grab my 'oh so sexy' hat off my bedpost and head out the door.
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Potions. I hate this class. It's boring as hell and Slughorn is always trying to play nice-y nice with me. It's as if he doesn't get it, I do not want to be associated with any other Blacks. He is worse with Lily though, always gushing over how wonderful, this is or how glorious that was, and the most dreaded 'would you like to come discuss this with me after class?' I could not stand being a sexy, little redhead like Lily and having that fat, horny, old man follow me around.
We are about halfway through the class when Lucy comes in, her shirts not buttoned correctly and she is still wearing pajama bottoms. She is totally giving Lily the evil eye.
"Ah, Ms. Morgan, how nice of you to join us." I can tell by the way her fingers are twitching she really wants to flip him off, but Lucy has self-control, well more than I do. Nodding, she throws her bag on my desk and slumps into the seat beside me.
"That will be detention tonight, Ms. Morgan," Slughorn chuckles. "And maybe tomorrow you will remember to get up early enough to put on some clothes." This time she does flip him off, but after his back is turned.
"What did you do this time?" I whisper to her as she pulls out some parchment to take notes. Obviously, Lily turned off her alarm clock, again.
She rolls her eyes. "I simply asked her how her time with James was in the hospital. Evidently, it wasn't bad, because she got all 'I so do not like Potter' on me. And you know me; I had to push the issue."
I chuckle and pat her on the back. "We all have our faults, 'cept me of course, I'm perfect."
"That'll be another detention, Ms. Morgan," Slughorn calls over his shoulder.
Lucy glares at me and I shrug. "I'll blow something up."
Smiling, she shakes her head. "Thanks."
This way, I will be one up on James with detentions. Plus, I could never leave Lucy to face Slughorn alone. He hates her almost as much as he loves Lily. And while he doesn't understand that using me to get to my family won't work, that came across loud and clear with dear Lucy Morgan, and it totally pisses him off.
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Lily and James are at it again. I am not sure what started it, but I think it has something to do with the quill Lily is using to hold her bun together.
"You conceited, smug, cocky, self-important–"
"Yes Lily, we all know you think I am an ass," James interrupts her rant. Bad move, he is now covered in bogeys. Lily vacates the premises before he thinks of a retaliation.
Remus nudges Lucy awake; I swear that girl can sleep anywhere, anytime. Right now, she is on the couch, her legs draped over the armrest and using my leg as a pillow. The amazing part is she managed to stay sleeping while James and Lily screeched like howler monkeys at each other.
"Fuck off, Remus, I am sleeping." That is so much like me. Honestly, I just told him that this morning.
"Lucy, Lily is upset; you need to go talk to her."
"You do it," she groans, at the same time James flops onto the couch beside me.
"What about me. I am upset," he moans.
"Nobody gives a shit, James." Lucy stands up and glares at the three of us, in her sleep haze, for waking her before heading up to the girls' dorm.
"She's not in there!" James yells at her back.
Turning she gives him the 'huh' look. Lucy has more faces than anyone I have ever met, I swear. The 'huh' look consists of a drawing her eyebrows together in a frown and lifting the left side of her upper lip, her nose wrinkles a little. No wonder, Moony is head over for her; she is adorable when she is like this.
"Head Dorms, remember?" James smiles at the thought of living with Lily.
"Right." Lucy sighs and whacks the side of his grinning head as she passes by.
Oh yes, I love Lucy.
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All right, Remus is tutoring Lucy and Pete in Potions. James and Lily are… I was going to say getting busy, but we all know that is a lie; so right, they have a meeting with McGonagall. I am left to my own devises. I know scary thought.
I am wandering the halls, going nowhere really, when she appears. I thought she looked good in the uniform; this look is, whoa, that is all I can say. She is wearing those boots again, this time with a gray tank top and black suspenders, and little plaid shorts. I mean, little, like she would only have to lean forward and I could see her ass.
Rubbing her neck, she backs out of the room she was in, quietly. I wonder if I should ruin her escape and say something, really loud, when she notices me. I see the 'oh fuck' look cross her face; she is reading my thoughts, again. Her hand drops from her neck to between her shoulder blades. She pulls her wand out from under her shirt. Damn girl; that is a nifty space to keep your wand. I want to do that. Not that I want the… oh, never mind. I shall stick to keeping my wand in my pocket.
Pointing her wand at me, she mouths, 'Do it and I will hex yo–' a loud crash in the room halts her threat. "Shit," she curses quietly, and runs full force toward me, her boots pounding on the floor. Slamming me into a nearby alcove, she whispers harshly, "Quiet." I think about disobeying, after all that would be in my nature, but I am totally enjoying the close contact. She is pressed so tightly to me; I think I can feel her heartbeat.
We hear the door close, cursing, and footsteps. She stops breathing as whoever it was passes by. I forget to look and see who it is; I am too busy staring into her charcoal eyes. You would think they were black from a distance but this close, you can tell they are just a shade lighter than the black of her pupil and the black ring at the edge of the iris.
When the sound of the footsteps fade into the distance she takes a step back, and I feel cold at the loss of contact. Her hands rest on my arms for a second before her fingers trail away. Taking a short sigh of relief, she turns and peers around the corner. I see a little of the tension in her shoulders leave as she realizes whoever it was, is really gone. She stands straight, again and squares her shoulders; she gives me a quick nod of thanks, maybe, before leaving.
It takes me about ten seconds to realize she is going to leave without telling me what the hell just happened. So, she is about three steps away, when I grab her wrist. She jerks her head around so, quickly the little dangling moon earring whips against her cheek. Her eyes flash with fear then relief as she finds understanding.
"What–" She does not give me time to finish my question, she pushes me back into the alcove and her lips are on mine. I am a little shocked, normally I am the one to surprise the girl, but when has anything-involving Cole ever been normal? She is begging, no demanding entrance, so I give it to her. As our tongues, battle I feel her hands travel to my hair, but the only thing I am thinking about is how great of a kisser she is. Honestly, she just blew ten out of the water.
She is dominating, and I cannot let that happen, so I move my hands from her neck to her waist and slowly turn her so she is against the wall. She gasps a little and wraps her arms around my neck, her hands never leaving my hair as I place my knee between her legs and lift her off the floor, so I do not have to stand so awkwardly. She is tiny, not Lucy tiny, but still, pretty short. I have one hand on her thigh, caressing the creamy skin it finds there; the other hand is behind her head, preventing it from crashing against the hard stone.
Just when I think this is going to turn out to be the best day ever, her hands leave my hair and rest on my shoulders. She gives me a little push and turns her swollen red lips away from me. "Enough," she whispers, with a slightly shaking voice. I look confusedly into her charcoal eyes and I cannot read the emotion there. She drops her gaze from my eyes to the leg she is sitting on and shrugs her shoulders. I lower my leg and she slides down. Letting her hands linger on my shoulders, for a moment, before sliding them down and across my chest, she steps around me and leaves. Stopping at the edge of the alcove, she gives me one of those nods, again.
I step out in the hall and watch her as she leaves. It is not until she turns the corner that I realize it was a distraction. The effing, little girl kissed me, to keep me from asking about the person in the room. That was low. That was really, really low. I think about chasing after her, but even with all the Marauder short cuts, I will never catch up. I will have to ask her next time. But damn it! This totally pisses me off!
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