Part Fifteen
A/n: Ohhh, I'm so proud of me! I've had dreadful writers block for the past two weeks and now I'm in the middle of writing the second part to my series this evening! Knowing my luck, both parts will totally suck, but after re-reading part fourteen five times, I think it's pretty good! I've confused myself a little with Rebecca's character; originally she was just meant to be someone incredibly loath able and evil, but she kind of turned into an airhead while I was writing her. Who knows, maybe that's just how she was meant to be. But then, who cares, my writers block is gone, joy!!! :-)
'Pulling away from her tight embrace, Severus took a few steps backwards hastily.
"What's the matter?" She blinked, looking hurt. "Am I moving to fast for you? Do we have to go back to being 'just friends' before we can start anything again?"
"No!"
"Then you're being silly! Come here, relax!" She purred, walking towards him and closing the gap again. He pushed her firmly to one side, and took yet another couple of steps in the opposite direction.
"No, I didn't mean it like that! The thing is, we have to go back to being just friends, but nothing's going to start up again!"
"Oh why sweetie?" She fluttered her eyelashes at him. "Scared I might run off to another country again? I'm not going to you know, not until the uproar in Poland's died down a bit anyway. Besides, I wouldn't do that to you again, after the drastic measures you went to last time to get over the grieving process."
"Okay, one, I didn't join You-Know-Who to get over you-"
"Why did you then? Come on, admit it, I must have played some part in your descision, I mean, I leave you, your heart breaks and you become even more messed up, you join You-Know-Who!" He sighed.
"If I say you may have had a tiny little bit to do with it will you stop going on?" She looked hurt, and narrowed her eyes a little, but eventually conceded.
"I guess so. Besides, weren't we in the middle of discussing something more important? Like why you wont kiss me?"
"Yes we were. And I'm glad you brought that up again, because we really do have to get that sorted. But first, didn't you, you know, find someone else while you were in Poland?"
"Well yes, but he was sort of head of a team that cared for Polish Greens and very sadly I had to drag his name through the mud to earn a bit of spending money. I think there's a distinct possibility I'm now on his hit list, so I don't think there's going to be any romantic reconciliation there. But I thought that maybe there could be one between us. Obviously I was wrong. So, come on, out with it, why wont you make out with me?"
"Because I'm with someone else Rebecca! You can't just go away for twenty one years and come back expecting everything to be exactly the same and for me to great you with open arms!"
"Why?" She asked in a bored tone.
"Because people change. You may not have realised, but while you were off making money at other people's misery, alot of things have changed over here!"
"I don't see much difference. It's still wet out side isn't it? We're still loosing to Germany at Quidditch and blaming our captains are we not? And we're still pretending that we're better than Scotland at Quidditch are we not?" (A/n: Okay, that wasn't meant to be in the least bit offensive, after all, I live in England, why would I want to slag off my own country?!?!? But technically I'm half Scottish on my fathers side and therefore Scottish by nationality which I'm very proud off, and my team are EIGHTH in the premiere division, AND they only moved up this season! Ur, okay, gonna calm down now. But that's why I threw in the Scottish jibe. Before I start to write again,. any of you ever heard of Dunfirmline Athletic? They could so take on ManU!)
"Okay, maybe a few things are the same, but not much. There's alot that has changed. Me for instance. And I'm sorry, but I've moved on, and you can't turn up again after all these years just expecting me to take you back!"
"Does that mean you're not going to?"
"Yes it means I'm not going to!"
"Oh, okay then. I guess I'll just have to find somebody else. So who is she?"
"What do you care?" he asked stiffly.
"I don't." She replied curtly. "Just trying to make conversation. After all, we are still friends are we not? Or have you change too much to want to talk to me too?"
"Oh don't be daft," he sighed, seeing the hurt look on her face and feeling slightly guilty. "Of course we're still friends. Just not lovers."
"Your loss," She shrugged. "So come on, seriously, who's the poor girl that's ended up with you?" This wasn't meant as an insult, and, knowing her too well to allow himself to be wound up by her, Severus didn't take it as one.
"Minerva McGonagall." He replied, offering no further detail. He was however, rather annoyed when Rebecca burst into peals of laughter.
"Minerva McGonagall? Wasn't she that stuffy head girl when we were first years? The one with the incoherant accent?"
"It's not incoherant at all. You must never have listened properly." She had got his back up now and he had gone back to feeling immensely cagey.
"But still, god Sev she's six years older than you, she must be ancient! And wasn't she a Gryfinndor?" She spat out the word Gryfinndor as if she found it a highly insulting word to be brushing her lips.
"Yes she was. And I don't see why you should have a problem with that. We are 'mature' adults are we not?"
"But still, Sev, a Gryfinndor! That's sick honey, and if you don't mind my saying so, you really are messed up." He glared at her, not speaking. "But don't worry about that, when you realise just how in need of help you are, just give me a call. I'm real good at councilling people." And with a wink and a smile, she flounced out of the room, leaving Severus feeling more than a little glad that their confrontation was over.
Meanwhile, in the hallways above the dungeons, Minerva had just been knocked from her feet by a firey red head jogging through the halls.
"Watch where your going why don't you? And what are you doing out of your dormatry at this hour? Lights out was an hour ago as you should very well-Oh, oh, I'm sorry, I thought you were a pupil."
"Well that was obvious." Spat a very peeved off Rebecca Thomlinson. "And maybe if you watched where you were going you might have seen me coming towards you. But I suppose that would have been too much to ask of a Gryfinndor." She muttered the last sentence, but not so quiet that it couldn't be heard.
"And just what is that supposed to mean?" Minerva snapped.
"Oh nothing dear." Rebecca replied airily. "I do think we've rather gone and got off on the wrong foot have we not? You and me, we've got alot in common I'm sure." Her eyes were glittering with malice. "Like Severus for instance. Great kisser isn't he? After all these years you'd have thought he'd have lost style from lack of practice. But evidently not. Oh well, tah tah dear, I'll see you tomorrow I should expect." And she breezed off airily, leaving Minerva feeling more than a little stunned.