Chapter 9-2: A Quite Peaceful Lunch (Part 2)
"Here you are, you two." The waitress set the food on the table, then turned to leave. But she stopped. Instead, she turned to me and whispered, "Good choice." She winked at me, then left. "Huh? Oh!" I blushed, looking down. Layton looked confused. "What's the matter, Jade?" He asked sincerely. "She... Kind of thought we were... On a date..." I chuckled. "Probably nothing." He smiled, looking out the window. "Who's to say we aren't..." He muttered. It was loud enough for me to hear, so I'm not sure if he wanted me to hear it or not. "Hm?" I asked. He smiled. "So you heard me, then. Hm. Good." He looked at me, smiling mischievously. "Er... What's with the..." I motioned to my lips, asking about the slightly-devilish, not-at-all-like-him smile on his face. "Nothing." He shrugged it off, taking a bite of his food. We ate in silence for a few minutes after that. I tried to listen to the music playing in the background. I think it was "Give Your Heart a Break" by Demi Lovato. I smiled, humming along.
Don't wanna break your heart
Wanna give your heart a break
I know you're scared it's wrong
Like you might make a mistake.
"Enjoying the music, are we?" I snapped back to him, blushing. "Mm-hmm..." he laughed. "It's not a bad song. I've heard it too many times, however. Flora's been singing it for the past two days..." He chuckled, sighing, taking another bite. "Professor..." I started, gaining his attention, "... Does this place... Remind you of anything? From a book, specifically?" He thought for a second. "Hm? Oh! Haha, yes, it does... What exactly are you referring to?" I laughed. So did he. "Just making sure we're on the same page." I chuckled again. "I was referring to the Three Broomsticks..." He nodded. "Okay, I'm with you then." He chuckled once, smiling. What a nice little lunch, I thought. Very subtle. I like it.
By the end of lunch, both of us had already made a unanimous agreement to go out again for dinner that night. Which went in the same direction as lunch had. But when we arrived at his house again that night, the events that unfolded were even more magical than Saturday night.
We were on his doorstep. The glow of the streetlamps added a unique touch to the cliché tone of the bright, three-quarter moon. "I had a very nice time with you tonight, Jade." I smiled, looking at the ground. "I did too." I mumbled, looking back up at him. He was inches away from me. How original, I thought. But, then again, this might well be one of those times where you feel like you've seen it happen a billion times, but when it finally happens to you, it feels like a new thing to you. I looked into his eyes; two glowing, hazel-brown spheres which never ceased to make me smile. Then I looked at his nose.
He has freckles? I thought. His tan was about the same color as the freckles, though, so it was barely noticeable, even up close. Up close... I thought. I couldn't resist the opportunity. I stuck my hand behind his head and kissed him. His lips are unbelievably soft, I kept thinking. What I didn't expect, though, was his reaction. I heard his arm move, and a second later, His hand was in the middle of my back, I was standing on my toes, and his lips parted. It was enough to make me melt with pleasure. I might as well have. Well, it was more of a chill than melting, but that's beside the point. The corner of my lips pulled up into a small smile. Any wider and I would've had to stop. And I certainly didn't want that.
Well, too bad for me, then. He let go after a while. I let out a shaky sigh, smiling a bit. The relaxation was short-lived, though. I felt something behind my jaw, on the right side of my face, in a small spot. Something soft, something that made my skin crawl. I am very ticklish, believe it or not, so I did jump back, away from his finger, much to his satisfaction. "Bit sensitive, are we?" He chuckled. I smiled, looking down at the wooden porch, nodding. I wasn't sure if I was blushing, but my ears and cheeks were a bit warm. Ironically, because the rest of my body was starting to get a bit chilly. "Why don't we go inside?" I nodded, rubbing my arms. He pulled a key out of his pocket and turned it in the lock, opening the door and stepping inside, holding the door for me to walk in.
"Oh! - C-Clive, what are you..." Layton stammered. Is he blushing again? I thought. Clive was standing in the middle of the den with his arms folded and a mischievous smile on his face. "I. Saw. Everything." Layton looked down at the floor. "Did you..." Clive chuckled, nodded, then said, "Don't worry. I won't tell. They'll probably find out anyway. But I won't tell." Clive went back upstairs. Layton went over to the bookshelf, just like Saturday, sat in front of the fireplace with me, put a blanket he got from the couch around the both of us, and said, "Chapter Five: Weasley's Wizard Wheezes..."
Ah, how I so desperately love Harry Potter... I hope you liked this chapter! Chapter 9 in its entirety was the longest yet! Woot! Review please? I would especially like reviews of this chapter! This is my favorite one by far! :D