Chapter Four! RE-edited!!
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"Camilla?" He said again, taking a couple of steps toward me, causing me to back up a little bit.
"Hi, Ron." I said, turning around and looking out the window.
"You didn't stay long at breakfast today."
"I had to go talk to Firenze about something. I just stopped in to get my schedule."
"What are you doing up here?" he asked. I could hear the straw crunching under his feet as he walked a little closer.
"I needed to find Hawkeye a perch. And…..I needed to think."
"About what?" He was right behind me now. I could feel it.
"Last night."
I heard him sigh and I could just picture him running his hands through his hair. "About that, I-"
"Look," I started, without even turning to look at him. "I think it's best if we just act like that never happened." No one would ever know how much it pained me to say that to him. I loved him. Since fifth year. I've thought of nothing else but him. And now, here I was, the man of my dreams right here next to me, and I'm pushing him away. I'm such an idiot! But we couldn't. No. It would be bad, I mean, he's a teacher!
He walked up right behind me and put his hand on my arm and turned me around, gently. Then he moved that hand down and intertwined my fingers in his, and put his other hand on the side of my face. "I don't want to forget," he said. "I've found something I want, that I need, and for the first time, I'm NOT going let it go."
He started to move closer to me, so I put my hand up on top of his. It didn't matter how much I wanted to, I just couldn't do this. "We can't. You're a teacher. It's not right."
Looking into my eyes, he smiled slightly, "Do I look like I care what's right?"
Oh, screw it. I knew I wanted him to kiss me, there was no fighting that anymore. So I didn't say anything, and he just kept moving in. Then, just as our lips were about to meet each other, there was a loud swooshing of air and something flew right past our heads. He let go of me and we backed away from each other and I looked up to see what was going on. The next thing I knew, a very small owl was resting on my shoulder with a letter attached to her leg. She held it out for me and I took it, unrolled it, and read it.
It was a letter from my father. My mother met him during the summer before her fifth year at Hogwarts. He was a Muggle, so they didn't see each other often, but they wrote letters constantly, and fell in love through owl post. Right at the beginning of Mum's seventh year, the day before she left, they decided they were ready to fully commit to each other. They got engaged and had sex. Nine months later, my mother welcomed me into the world in the Hospital Wing, which is kind of weird when I think about it. They Flooed my father in for my birth and right after the school year was over, Mum and Dad married. It didn't last, though. It turns out, what my parents thought was love, was actually…something else, I'm not sure what. They're still great friends, we all are. Because of my parents' young age, they relate to me better, which is why my Mom acts strange sometimes, she's just like me. My father remarried when I was in my second year to a woman named Denise. They had a daughter soon after they married named Sara. She's five, and the cutest little girl in the world. I go and stay with my father on alternating holidays. So Denise and Sara know all about me and the magic and everything.
Camilla
How are you doing darling? How's school? I'll bet you're wondering where this owl came from. Your mum told me that you two were moving back to England for your last year, so Denise and Sara and I thought we would get you a nice present. Your mother brought us to Diagon Alley, what an adventure that was, let me tell you. No wait, not now, I'll write another letter soon about it. But anyway, we weren't sure what to get you, but when Sara passed by the owl shop, she saw this little girl. Even though your mum said you already had an owl, Sara insisted we get you this one, because two owls are better than one. That's what she said. Your sister. She's growing up fast, even though she's only five. Looks just like her sister. She's a Pygmy owl and her name is Tinkerbell, after Sara's favourite Disney character. We hope you enjoy having her, and that Hawkeye gets along with her. Best wishes.
Love,
Dad
"Tinkerbell," I said and looked up at her. She looked down at me expecting a treat. I had a few left over so I lifted her down and fed her a few. Then I placed her on a perch right next to Hawkeye. He looked at her strangely for a second and hooted at her. She hooted back a few times, then she moved over into his perch and snuggled right up to him!
"I think they like each other," Ron whispered right in my ear. It startled me a bit, so I slightly jumped and moved away from him. Luckily, it was almost time for class, so I had an excuse to escape. Not that I particularly wanted one, but. . . he was my teacher . "I. . . I have to go. I have Divination." And with that, I rushed past him, scooped up my school bag, and ran down the steps leaving Ron at the doorway, watching me.