Chapter two in the series, now that all the boring stuff is out of the way, its got to get good.
The girl sat on my feather topped bed with me, sinking deep into the rich fabric. Her lips a bottled pink spread across her to white teeth. Grabbing at my hands like we were old friends her eyes ran quickly down me, judging if I was any competition. "We are so happy to have you hear. Just ignore what those two were saying, they love to cause drama." I could see the other two looking at me, waiting for me to attack her I'm sure.
"Uh thank you, I guess." I kept the other two's gaze hoping they would just walk away. Of course the black haired girl met my eyes and attempted to glare me down.
The girl invading my bed looked back at her, "Shove off Katie, just because George wants to talk to her doesn't mean anything, besides you two aren't dating, so get over it." Looking back at my confused face she realized she may have said to much. "That's Katie Bell, she has a huge thing for George Weasley, that guy you were talking too. But ignore her, she'll get over herself and that over there is Angelina Johnson. Don't let them get to you, the boys just seemed to like you at dinner and they feel threatened." Laughing at herself she squeezed my hand tighter, "Oh and I'm Olivia Morgan. It will be a fun year I promise you!" Lifting quickly off my bed she headed to the bathroom leaving me alone with the two girls that seemed to want me dead. Fake smiles were passed around before they went back down to the common room, to talk about me I'm sure.
"What have I gotten myself into." Talking to myself was another bad habit, but the whispered words were a small comfort. I curled onto my side, watching the rain drops race down the glass panel. I sat there for hours as the other girls in the room came and got ready for bed. This room was to quiet and impersonal, but going to sleep was not an option. The visions that crowded behind my sleeping lids weren't worth it. My stomach started to grumble and I realized my lack of eating was a very bad idea.
Sliding off my bed I stared deep into my trunk, what to do. Smiling I switched into my pajamas, a soft dark blue cotton top with my cotton pant bottom that had thunder clouds on them. "This way if I get caught I can just say I'm sleep walking! Genius." Chuckling at my pure ingenuity I slipped out the door pretending the loud creek didn't really happen. The flag stone was cool against my feet, sending s shiver up my spine, ignoring it I ran across the common room, afraid of being caught.
"where the hell am I." Wondering around the dark corridors below the castle seemed like a better idea when I was in that warm cozy bed. "Dumbledore said the entrance to the kitchen was down here. Evil catacombs of doom." My voice echoed off the thick walls, quickening my pace even more. Feeling like someone was watching me I started taking wild turns, running every direction before hitting a dead end. Feeling trapped I turned karate kicking the air, realizing I was alone.
I turned back around studding where I had ended up. "Oh here we are." A large painting was in front of me, the fruit looked real enough to eat. "Now what did he say to do" I shook the painting but it wouldn't budge from the wall. "Stupidness, let me in. I'm hungry, please?" touching every fruit my finger landed on the pear, it twisted into a door knob and I pulled as hard as I could.
The smell of fresh meat and sweet pies lingered in the air. Taking a deep breath in I walked forward, letting the warmth of the fires engulf me. Little faces popped around the corn of the entrance smiles spreading wide at the site of me.
"Hello miss!" A small hand reached out to great me, the long fingers were warm and slightly callused. "Welcome to the kitchens." It was obviously a male by how deep his voice was, but besides that it seemed hard to tell, the entire room swarmed around me, little hands reaching out to great me looking like carbon copies in their uniforms.
"th—thank you." My voice shook at again having my personal space invaded. "I was wondering if you guys had any Americanized food? I mean what you had at dinner was amazing, it just wasn't really me…" Trying my best not to offend them I looked around for any scraps I could grab and run with.
"Sit down miss," A female this time, leading me to a stool by the dying fire. The floor beneath my bare feet was worn down sandstone, the dist shifting between my toes. "What would you like?" Her voice was high pitched, higher than anything I've heard before.
"Uhm, well can you guys do like a burger, or pizza? Something that's….not British?" Smiling up at me she took the rest of them away and left me to my gnawing stomach. "Well this is nice, maybe everything here won't be so bad." A smile spread quickly as I finally felt at home, in this warm inviting room. Pots and pans hung along the walls, everything set at a much shorter level. Closing my eyes and settling back onto the wall my suddenly perfect night was instantly ruined.
"I see you've found the kitchens." Maybe if I don't open my eyes he wont really be here. But even with my eyes closed I could see the bright red hair of George. My stomach dropped realizing I had once again gotten myself tapped.
Leaning forward I set my face hard against him. "And I see you've managed to stalk me into them." His white teeth flashed in the darkness, pleased with himself. "Haven't you embarrassed yourself enough today? Why don't you just run along and leave me alone." My outburst lashed across my tongue before I could bite it back, my stomach turning again as he approached me.
"Why is it that you hate me so much Sarah? You don't even know me. I believe you said that I should get to know you." He stopped a few inches from me, his closeness taking my breath away.
"Who said I hated you? Did I say that? No I don't think I did." My arms automatically crossed my chest, attempting to push him away didn't seem like a fun task though so I leaned farther back, pressed tight against the wall. "Maybe I just don't like stupid pick up lines. Or guys that think they are Gods gift. And perhaps I don't want to be around someone that is just going to say that I'm pretty, I'd prefer someone who saw past looks."
His mouth dropped slightly, apparently I was the first one to say these things to him, stupid boy. "Well—I—I mean…" The red head looked around for something to help him.
I raised my eyebrows smirking, the falling feeling leaving my stomach. "Let me guess, you didn't think? Or you are used to girls just falling over you with that grade A smile?"
His deep eyes sparkled, "You like my smile?"
Smacking my head against the wall my eyes rolled involuntarily. "Listen, just tell me what you want from me and then go away. I haven't done anything to you. Well besides completely emasculating you in front of everyone, but really when you think about it you deserved it."
"Do you always talk this much when you get nervous?" Eyes flashing in the dim firelight he inched even closer.
"You wish you could make me nervous." My forced laugh gave me away. Swiftly pushing against his chest I lingered a little to long, feeling how strong he was underneath his black school robes. Breaking my contact I quickly moved to where the house elf's had gone, following the smell of what had to be a cheese burger.
I could feel his eyes burning wholes deep into my back, why wouldn't he just go away, or blink, even that would be helpful. The female house elf came back around the corner bring a cheese burger and some French fries to me. The smell was over powering, my stomach grumbling in protest at being made to wait as long as it did. She sat it at one of the mirrored four tables, I sat in front of it, shoving at least a third of into my mouth in one go.
I felt the spot next to me gain a sudden occupant as I shoved fries in along with the burger. A deep chuckle lit against my ears making me turn to see what was so funny. He leaned for pointing at something at my face.
"What?" My brows furrowed pulling back from him.
"You have some ketchup on you cheek. And—don't take this the wrong way, but you're a girl…"
"Yes and?" My hazel eyes flashed as I swallowed my over sized bite.
"Well, you're eating." An apologetic look crossed his face.
"Why yes yes I am. I eat a lot, at least five times a day, even more, you know that whole eating when you're hungry thing?" Shaking my head slightly he could tell I was making fun of him.
"Sorry, girls here just don't eat that much—if at all really." Bringing his eyes up to mine he took a napkin and dapped at the ketchup. "I like the fact that you do."
Feeling the blush creep back over my face I dropped my eyes down to my half eaten burger. "Thanks. Food is good, you know that whole surviving thing. Do you want a fry?" Pushing my plate closer to him I watched him take it, the whole time keeping eye contact with me.
"Thanks. You know we do have these here, I guess you just missed them on the table." I could tell he was trying to not laugh at me, and failing miserably at it.
"Well I was slightly distracted by these two big headed red heads, they were pushing themselves on me. Pretty rude of them." Taking another bite of my burger I ignored his look of hurt that didn't quite reach his eyes.
"Did you think that maybe they were just trying to find a way to talk to you before the rest of the male population mobbed you?" That made me think, but at this point I really didn't care much.
"Well did they thing that there could have been a much better way of approaching me than with stupid pick up lines?" Flipping my long hair behind I my shoulder I caught him in a stern gaze.
"You are right, and I'm sorry about Fred, he really doesn't know how to be smooth around girls—er women, such as yourself." He shoved another fry in his mouth trying to cover his mistake.
Laughing at him I nearly choked on my bite, swallowing it down I stared at him, "You're kind of cute when you stumble." The words came out before I realized what I was saying.
"So you do think I'm cute." He nudged me in the arm as my blush turned an even darker shade.
"Well, I mean, you aren't bad looking." That sounded stupid even to me.
"Well what do you say about going to breakfast with this not bad looking guy?" Inching closer to me I felt the heat between us grow.
"Uhm, well I don't really know you…and I don't really date that often." Poking the rest of my now cold food all I wanted to do was escape.
"Who said it was a date? Did I say that?" Mocking me from early I poked him in the side.
"haha, very funny, just for that I don't think I will." Pushing the bench back I got up to leave.
"Ah come on, it was a joke, please?" He circled around me blocking the exit, his robes swinging as he spread his arms wide to stop me.
"And it's not a date?" I pushed closer to him, watching it make him nervous for once. "I just got here, and I don't know if dating would be that great of an idea."
"It's not a date if you don't want it to be." His smile flashed again, bringing his arms down to allow me to leave.
Standing at the top of the stairs with him I felt the warmth of the kitchen leaving me, causing shivers in its wake. I looked out the now clear window onto the stars that had appeared while I was in the bellows of Hogwarts. Shaking again I saw his eyes cover my body again.
"Are you cold?" He moved in closer, making my heart race.
"Oh no I love being in a drafty castle in only my P.J.'s." Witch I suddenly became aware of how thin and see through they really were.
Laughing at my joke he looked sadly at the door to the girls dorms. "Well you better get up to bed if you want to make it to breakfast tomorrow." Taking my hand he kissed it gently before letting it go.
Red flashed down my cheeks as I backed into the door. "For our non-date right?"
"You can call it that," Leaning in quickly he kissed my cheek, "But I think I will call it a date." He ran up the stairs to the boys dorm before I was given time to protest.
"Cheeky bastard." The door to my room squeaked open slightly, I slid inside hoping not to wake anyone. Seeing a shadow move I held a scream in "LUMOS!" Katie Bell was sitting on the end of my bed staring daggers into my pillow.
"Have a nice stroll?" Her voice was like ice, wrapping around my heart in an attempt to stop it from beating.
"Nice enough, thank you." My arms crossed my chest again, my eyes narrowing. "Can I help you with something?"
"Oh no, Just be careful, you know, things can happen late at night." Sliding off of my bed she slipped back into her own. "Good night Sarah."
I crossed the room quickly flipping back the covers to make sure she hadn't put something in it. Sighing I laid down, And they told me it would be a boring year.