Chapter Three
Soaking Up The Moonlight
"Is it possible that, that was the longest sorting ceremony of my life?" Tinsley complained, dumping heaping amounts of food on her plate.
"Are you going to save any for the rest of us?" Lily asked, laughing.
"I'm hungry," she replied simply. "I didn't even eat on the train."
"That's your own fault," Dash chastised. "We offered you food."
Tinsley silently 'shushed' her friends, putting her fork to her now completely full mouth.
Shaking her blonde head, Dash followed her friend's suit, and began digging into the elaborate spread laid before them. The night they first returned to Hogwarts had always been Dash's favourite time at the school. They could relax, and be around each other without having to worry about lessons or homework, or drama. It was way too early in the year for any of them to be involved in any drama.
"You know, Dash," Tinsley replied, her mouth now clear of even the tiniest morsel of food. "I overhead Becca Gassier and Reagan McLaggen talking on the train, and they were saying how all Cheyne did over the last few days of summer was how excited he was to get back to Hogwarts to see [I]you[/I]."
A small blush crept up to Dash's cheeks. "He did not," she denied.
"Well, Reagan is his sister," Lily suggested. "If she said it, I'm sure it's true."
Almost as if on cue, Cheyne McLaggen strode past where Dash and her friends were sitting. "Hey Dash," he said, quickly, giving her a small nod of acknowledgment.
"Hey," she smiled, tucking a strand of her blonde hair behind an ear.
Every since Dash became a member of the Gryffindor Quidditch team two years ago, she and the captain, Cheyne McLaggen, had always had a little spark of chemistry, that seemed to grow even stronger as they got to know each other over the years. Nothing had come out of it, besides some casual flirting, but this year, Dash was hoping that she and Cheyne would finally get something out of their insane chemistry.
"God, he is so cute," gushed Tinsley. And Dash had to agree. With his floppy brown hair, dark brown eyes, strong, square features, he was definitely one of the cuter boys on campus.
Dash nodded her head in agreement to Tinsley's statement, before turning her attention to Professor Dumbledore, who had just called everyone's focus to him.
Dash, Tinsley, Sirius, and Remus were sitting around the bustling Gryffindor common room after the welcome feast. Remus had immersed himself in yet another book, while Tinsley and Dash were chastising Sirius about his hair.
"Really Sirius, all you need is a little trim," pressed Dash, running a hand through Sirius' long black mop. "It wouldn't really be that much."
"Remus," begged Sirius. "Help me out here."
Pausing to look over his book, Remus gave his friends a little smile, "I think it looks fine."
Sighing in defeat, Dash rose from her position on the couch, and announced, "I'm going to go look for Lily." She had taken no more then five steps, when her path was blocked by a rather large body.
"Hey Dash."
Dash looked up into a pair of dark brown - almost black - orbs that were Cheyne's eyes. "Hey," she murmured.
"How was you summer?"
"Alright, I went to France with my mum," she answered. "And yours?"
"It was alright, nothing special." Dash nodded her head in reply. "Do you… maybe wanna go for a short walk?" Cheyne asked.
"Um, yeah, okay," she smiled. "Just, let me run upstairs first and grab a sweater?"
"Yeah, sure," Cheyne smiled.
Dash quickly headed up the stairs to the girl's dormitories, leaving Cheyne McLaggen waiting downstairs in the common room, wringing his hands nervously. Dash walked into the room to see her friends (and room mates) Lily and Callie Francis, sitting on Lily's bed.
"Hey Dash," greeted Callie, as Dash walked over to her bed, and started ruffling through her suitcase looking for a sweater.
"Hi guys," she said, smiling briefly, before continuing her search.
"What's the rush?" Lily chuckled. "You're running around like a chicken with it's head cut off."
"I need a sweater," she sighed. "McLaggen asked me to go out for a walk with him."
Callie let out a small squeal before jumping up and from her position on the bed, and skipping to her closet, throwing open the doors. "This is so exciting! I think I have one, it should look okay." Callie pulled a brown plaid Bench sweater, which she tossed at Dash. "You're welcome," she said, flopping back on the bed, next to Lily.
"Thank you!" Dash called, leaving the room, pulling the sweater on over her black tank top.
"Sorry I took so long," Dash apologized as she approached Cheyne, who was currently occupying a chair near the window. "I haven't exactly gotten around to unpacking yet, so I had to borrow this from Callie."
"It's not a problem," Cheyne laughed. "Now, shall we go?"
"We shall," Dash smiled, following McLaggen out the portrait hole and into the silent castle.
"The beach was so beautiful," Dash gushed. "I think that was probably my favourite thing about the whole trip."
Dash and Cheyne were walking along the shore of the lake. Dash had been telling him about her vacation to France with her mother.
"Sounds like fun," he smiled.
Dash simply nodded in reply before unzipping her sweater. "I didn't realize it was such a humid night."
"I know what you mean," Cheyne replied. "That lake's looking pretty inviting right now."
Dash looked at Cheyne, eyebrow raised, a mischievous glint appearing in her emerald green eyes. "Why not just take a little dip?" she asked, pulling her tank top over her head to reveal her black push up bra.
"Are you serious?" Cheyne laughed.
Dash simply walked towards the lake, pulling of her jeans as she did, then stood at the edge of the lake, looking back at Cheyne. "Are you coming?"
Taking in the sight of the beautiful girl before him, Cheyne smiled and shook his head. The things he would do for a girl. Following Dash's suit, he pulled off his clothes, leaving him in his boxers, and waded into the lake.
"This is such a beautiful night," Dash sighed, closing her eyes, and floating on her back.
"That it is," he agreed.
Dash let her feet sink, leaving her upright, as Cheyne moved a little closer to her.
"Thanks for coming on this walk with me," he smiled.
"Not a problem," Dash answered, suddenly aware of how close Cheyne actually was.
He lifted a hand from his side and ran it softly through her wet hair. "You look absolutely stunning," he complimented.
Dash felt her cheeks blush, as Cheyne rested his hand under her jaw line, tilting her lips closer to his.
"You know, today's my birthday," he whispered.
"Happy birthday."
"Yup, today's my birthday, and I'd like you to do one small thing for me."
"What is it?" Dash smiled.
"Kiss me."
Dash licked her bottom lip nervously, and rested her forehead against Cheyne's. He placed both his hands on the side of her face, and she moved in to meet his lips with her own. What started off as a sweet and innocent birthday kiss, quickly turned more intense, as Cheyne placed an arm around Dash's bare waist, pulling her closer to him.
She felt his tongue on her bottom lip, and she opened her mouth, accepting him. Their make out session continued until Dash finally pulled herself away, gasping a little.
"We should get back up to the castle," she whispered.
"Yeah, we should," Cheyne said, kissing Dash softly, before taking her hand and leading her out of the lake.
A/N:
Please review and whatnot. I'd really like to know what you think about this. It's something that's been stewing away in the back of my head for a while, but it's not really something that will become a huge priority.
Reviews? Tell me exactly what you think - and five words comments are nice, but try to give me something I can work with?
