Once again, I have nothing to say...
I do not own Harry Potter. If I did...
any suggestions?
Summer sighed and turned over in her bed, attempting to get comfortable yet again.
She was lying on top of her comforters wearing only a bra and a pair of panties that said 'kiss me' across the ass. Sweat was pooling in her collarbone and on the nape of her neck where her hair was pulled into a bun.
It was hot; very, very hot. An inexperienced second year had tried to do a heating spell and failed. Now the entire girls' dorm was so overheated that even being in the dungeons in cold December, Summer could not get to sleep.
McGonagall had already been called down, but it turned out there was nothing more she could do than charge the second year with detention and promise that things should be back to normal within the week.
"Bloody fucking hell." Summer grumbled and shifted for what must have been the hundredth time since she had lain down.
So maybe she was lying a little bit. The heat wasn't the only thing that was keeping her awake. Her mind was constantly bringing her back to Albus in the hallway, his arms wrapped around her.
She couldn't understand why such a small simple thing could impact her so much. She had been in relationships before. She was not new to dating. Summer had even been referred to as a player on occasion.
Then why, she wondered, did Albus have such an effect on her? Why did her heart beat faster when she saw him? Why did she blush when their eyes met? What was it about him that was making Summer so ridiculously effected?
It seemed that no matter what way she situated herself; Summer was not going to get comfortable tonight.
Giving up, Summer sat up on the edge of the bed, swinging her legs over the edge. She peered over at Blake on the bed next to her. The heat seemed to be having no effect on the blonde who was currently hugging her pillow and moaning something about 'Oh, Fred.'
"Bitch." She glared over at her fortunate friend once more before standing.
Summer snatched her wand off her bedside table. "Lumos." Light glow from the tip of her wand, allowing her vision in the dark dorm room.
She moved to the end of her bed and opened the lid of her trunk as quietly as possible. Summer sifted around the unorganized mess of clothes and belongings until her came upon a muggle pocket-watch.
It had been her Grandfather's. Grampa Dude they had called him before he died for he was forever addressing everyone as 'dude'.
The light of her spell illuminated the small face of the clock. "Urgh." Summer grunted in frustration. It was three in the morning and she had class first period.
Summer dug back into the disarray that was her trunk again and located an oversized pair of sweats. She stood up and put them on.
Pulling on the zip-up that she had thrown on her bed earlier that day, she headed out the door.
A walk through the cool castle halls was just what she needed to tire herself and finally get some sleep.
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Albus scratched out yet another line on his parchment.
In all reality he didn't need to be up writing his Muggle Studies essay at this ungodly hour of the night. It wasn't due for another two weeks and Albus could write this thing in his sleep.
Speaking of sleep, Albus was severely lacking in that department. Thoughts of Summer and there almost kiss had been plaguing him every time he tried to lay down.
He so desperately wanted to feel her breath on his lips again, to have his arms around her waist again.
Albus had never felt like this before. Not even with Delilah MacLaggen whom he had thought he was in love with. No, Summer was so much more than Delilah.
He reclined in his chair, expelling a sigh. He needed a walk.
The obedient side of Albus told him that he should not go out in the castle past curfew but the other side of himself won tonight.
If anyone saw him, he could always say he was making rounds as head-boy.
Albus stood stretching his arms high above his head, exposing a sliver of abdomen that was not overly muscled, but just barely defined. He put his hand under his chin and pushed it to the side, being rewarded with a loud pop. Apparently he had been staring at the parchment longer than he thought.
Grabbing his wand and shoving it into his back pocket, Albus made his way through the common room and out the painting entryway.
He turned left and walked up a flight of stairs, not really caring where he went, just that he went somewhere. Carelessly, Albus wandered through the halls.
He absolutely loved the silence and peacefulness of the empty spaces. It was one of the few times that he actually enjoyed being alone. The quiet and solitude of night was like and escape. It allowed Albus to detach himself from everything and just reflect.
Albus continued on his way don the halls taking time to talk to the paintings that were awake and to examine the ones that weren't. In this process of pausing up and down the halls, he came across a piece that caught his eye.
Inside the silver gilded frame, a girl was dozing softly on a window seat, a diary lying forgotten at her side. She had dark, wavy hair that fell in her eyes and about her shoulders. Her lips were puckered slightly was she slept, the perfect rosy shade and bow shape. She wore a long silk robe in deep purple that seemed to blend into the night behind her. The girl in the painting had a small smile on her face, as if she was having a good dream.
The entire picture instantly reminded Albus of Summer, from the hair falling in her eyes to the rosy cheeks.
It seemed that everything was reminding Albus of Summer. Everywhere he looked there was something. The great lake, shimmering just like the blue of her eyes. The rustling of the snow falling through the leaves of a tree sounded like her laugh.
Albus could not understand how he could be so smitten with someone her barely even knew. Did she have any siblings? What was her family like? Her favorite color? Her middle name? There were so many things he didn't know.
But things he wanted to find out.
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