Disclaimer: Not mine at all.
"Hey."
I looked up as Gael came into the Hospital wing giving me a hesitant smile.
It had been the same for the last week in a half. She'd sneaked down here (surprising that Potter didn't trail her to find out where she was going), come in with that same smile, and sit by my bed while we talked.
It had been harder at first, when she'd come. I'd look away, finding that I didn't want her there. Not because I didn't want to see here, no; my heart always did this . . . skip thing whenever she walked in. No, it was because I remembered all that I had said to her in the bathroom that day. It was hard to look at her, knowing that she knew that I was in some kind of trouble, knowing that she wanted ask and was tempted to every time she came in here. . . .
But she didn't.
She never asked and I could never ask her why she didn't ask because that would me approaching the subject.
"Hey," I said as she sat down into that same chair.
"I brought you some Chocolate Frogs," she said, reaching into her bag. "I know how much you like them."
I smiled as she handed the bag of Frogs to me. "Maybe we can share them later."
Her smile widened. "I'd like that. So, I hear you're getting out today?"
"You heard right," I said, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed. "So, how about we make our later tonight?"
In the distance, the bell signaling the end of break rang out through the castle. Gael glanced to the door as she stood up. "I think that might be possible. See you?"
"See you."
She headed to the door, glancing at me quickly before leaving.
The smile fell from my face and I fell back on my bed.
I was in too deep now, falling for her, the niece of the man I was supposed to kill, a person I was supposed to automatically hate just because of who she was.
What was I going to do?
Gael laughed as she threw down another Chocolate Frog card, another double. I grinned, throwing down my card too.
"I swear," she said, "I don't see the point of these things. How can anyone stand to collect them when all you have a chance of getting is doubles?"
She reached for another Chocolate Frog but I stopped her, grabbing her hand. "You're going to make yourself sick," I said, laughing.
"Oh, as if you haven't had just as many," she replied, smirking at me.
I grinned, letting go of her hand. "I suppose you're right."
We sat in an empty classroom, desk pushed together as she sat on one side and I sat on the other, the Frogs between us. How I had ever gotten this far with her, I would never be able to figure out but it didn't matter when she smiled at me. I thought back to all of those times when I never thought she'd smile at me and how glad I was now that she did.
"You know, you're a lot different from how I always thought you would be," she said, suddenly.
"How did you think I would be?" I asked.
"Cold . . . distant . . . a git."
"Oh, well doesn't that make me feel special." I poked her in her side and she giggled.
"I suppose it's my fault. I listened to my friends before I even got a chance to know you and for that, I'm sorry."
The smile fell slightly from my face. "You weren't too wrong to listen to your friends, I guess."
"Why do you say that?"
"I'm – I'm not a good person Gael. I've done bad things."
"Well, hasn't everyone? I mean, look at Harry, the Boy-Who-Lived; he put in the Hospital Wing almost on purpose. Besides, you seem like an okay person to me."
I couldn't help but smirk. "Just okay?"
She laughed. "Okay, maybe slightly more than okay, but just slightly."
Gael reached up and pushed a lock of hair away from my eyes, her fingers brushing ever so lightly against my forehead. If I hadn't been paying attention to that, I would have noticed that Gael had leaned towards me. I didn't notice, however, until I could see her bright blue eyes close, gazing into mine.
I met her halfway, pressing my lips gently against hers for the second time. I felt her hands lay on my shoulders again and I expected her to push away like last time . . . but she didn't.
My hand moved to her neck, then it cupped her face, pulling her closer to me as our kiss intensified. Her hands were ever so slightly gripping onto my shirt. My lips moved down to her neck and she laughed slightly. . . .
I felt a heat in my pocket and I closed my eyes in agony.
Not now. Of all times, not now.
I moved slightly back from her to see this dazed look on her face. We were both breathing sort of fast. I could feel my heart beating in my chest. "I'm sorry," I whispered.
She didn't even have time to ask what for before my wand was out. "Stupefy."
She slumped backward. I slipped my arm around her waist, supporting her. "I'm so sorry," I whispered again.
I laid her out gently on the table, brushing her hair away from her face, knowing that this would probably be the last time I'd ever see her smile.
Pressing a kiss against her forehead, I moved out the door, heading for the Room of Requirement.
It was time.
A/N: So it's been forever I know. Thanks for waiting and I hope you enjoyed.
