Basic Information: The rating is PG13, and while the whole thing is (pretty much) slash, there will not be any explicitness whatsoever. Nothing that a thirteen year old would be shocked at...
Author's Note: Onward with Katie and Alicia! I will develop all the little twists on the way, such as the Lee/ Angelina love/ hate relationship.
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Tip of the Iceberg
By Rhi
"No. I've said no, and that's that!"
*grins impishly* "Is that your final answer?"
"..."
"Please? You know you want to..."
"NO! Stop asking!"
"Aww...come on..."
*sighs* "Fine, just once."
*the sound of kissing ensues*
"Just...just a little bit more?"
"Good night, Lee. Go to sleep."
***
Dear Diary,
I am sick with myself. Why do I give in to that onion head's desires? Does snogging make up for the repulsion I feel for him? Every moment I spend with him is spent on thinking of ways to evade a kiss or trying to spot Katie in the crowds of Hogwarts.
Oh, we had a Quidditch game today. I was so worried in the beginning because it seemed that everyone, especially our seeker, was totally out of it. We didn't have the drive, the motivation, or the adrenaline to go for the Quaffle.
Katie did her job very well- the whole game revolved around her (like always). I've wondered how it was possible for a single girl to keep control of the ball all the way up the field against several chunky Hufflepuffs much larger than she was, but she did it. The way she just weaves around the other players is amazing; it's like aerial knitting or something... I don't know...
We had started off badly, but after the Hufflepuff team scored a goal, we woke up. Angelina actually got called off the field for disorderly conduct (think smashing into other players) and one of the fifth year reserve players got placed in her stead. We won for the second time in a month. Not the greatest, but still, a victory for Gryffindor.
So, we headed up to the castle, sweaty and exultant. As she headed for the common rooms (I was planning to celebrate with my Ravenclaw friends), I called out, "You did a terrific job!"
She turned around, nodded and grinned ever so slightly. She _never_ smiles. Seeing that is like being trapped in a cavern and finding a ray of sun shining down. Brief, but something to remember.
Alicia
***
"Hey, Alicia?"
"Uh?"
"Uh, I heard that you aren't...umm...like, with Lee anymore..."
"WHAT?"
***
Dear Diary,
She thought I was depressed over not "being with Lee". First, I still haven't broken up with him yet (something I should start thinking about), and second, why the hell would I be sad that Lee's slimy lips aren't dripping down the back of my neck?
My friends think I'm "in love" with one of the Weasley twins- I'm always staring at them when they walk by. It's a really good thing they don't realize that Katie's one of their best friends...
I think this adoration is turning into an obsession. The only problem is where does one end and the other begin?
Alicia
***
*trips over something. Or some things. Swears loudly, rubbing knee.*
"Hey, could you watch it? We're kind of busy here..."
*looks down and gasps* "What the hell do you think you're doing? Lee? Lavender?"
***
Dear Diary,
That damn son of a bitch was snogging Lavender behind my back! I caught those two tonight, just slobbering all over each other in the middle of the common room. People have no shame anymore.
It's not that I mind so much that Lee is flirting...well, paying attention to someone else. Well, maybe it is, but the thing I'm really, really angry at is the fact that no one told me. I mean, it would be nice to get a warning or something...
Speaking of warnings, the whole school needs to be warned of its major fashion disaster. For some...odd reason, everyone likes Lee's...onion headedness, and many of the Gryffindors males have shaved their heads. In my mind, there is _nothing_ more disgusting than a head with a roll of flesh right above the neck barely covered by hair. Or a head shaved to be reminiscent of a checkerboard.
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Author's Note: Yes, it is slightly dragging right now, but I promise it'll get better in a few days. I'm currently under writer's block.
Author's Plead: Please, please review my story. I need to know what you want.
Disclaimer: This characters aren't mine, I'm just borrowing them for the moment. I'll return them only after I've horribly scarred them for life.
Author's Note: Onward with Katie and Alicia! I will develop all the little twists on the way, such as the Lee/ Angelina love/ hate relationship.
***
Tip of the Iceberg
By Rhi
"No. I've said no, and that's that!"
*grins impishly* "Is that your final answer?"
"..."
"Please? You know you want to..."
"NO! Stop asking!"
"Aww...come on..."
*sighs* "Fine, just once."
*the sound of kissing ensues*
"Just...just a little bit more?"
"Good night, Lee. Go to sleep."
***
Dear Diary,
I am sick with myself. Why do I give in to that onion head's desires? Does snogging make up for the repulsion I feel for him? Every moment I spend with him is spent on thinking of ways to evade a kiss or trying to spot Katie in the crowds of Hogwarts.
Oh, we had a Quidditch game today. I was so worried in the beginning because it seemed that everyone, especially our seeker, was totally out of it. We didn't have the drive, the motivation, or the adrenaline to go for the Quaffle.
Katie did her job very well- the whole game revolved around her (like always). I've wondered how it was possible for a single girl to keep control of the ball all the way up the field against several chunky Hufflepuffs much larger than she was, but she did it. The way she just weaves around the other players is amazing; it's like aerial knitting or something... I don't know...
We had started off badly, but after the Hufflepuff team scored a goal, we woke up. Angelina actually got called off the field for disorderly conduct (think smashing into other players) and one of the fifth year reserve players got placed in her stead. We won for the second time in a month. Not the greatest, but still, a victory for Gryffindor.
So, we headed up to the castle, sweaty and exultant. As she headed for the common rooms (I was planning to celebrate with my Ravenclaw friends), I called out, "You did a terrific job!"
She turned around, nodded and grinned ever so slightly. She _never_ smiles. Seeing that is like being trapped in a cavern and finding a ray of sun shining down. Brief, but something to remember.
Alicia
***
"Hey, Alicia?"
"Uh?"
"Uh, I heard that you aren't...umm...like, with Lee anymore..."
"WHAT?"
***
Dear Diary,
She thought I was depressed over not "being with Lee". First, I still haven't broken up with him yet (something I should start thinking about), and second, why the hell would I be sad that Lee's slimy lips aren't dripping down the back of my neck?
My friends think I'm "in love" with one of the Weasley twins- I'm always staring at them when they walk by. It's a really good thing they don't realize that Katie's one of their best friends...
I think this adoration is turning into an obsession. The only problem is where does one end and the other begin?
Alicia
***
*trips over something. Or some things. Swears loudly, rubbing knee.*
"Hey, could you watch it? We're kind of busy here..."
*looks down and gasps* "What the hell do you think you're doing? Lee? Lavender?"
***
Dear Diary,
That damn son of a bitch was snogging Lavender behind my back! I caught those two tonight, just slobbering all over each other in the middle of the common room. People have no shame anymore.
It's not that I mind so much that Lee is flirting...well, paying attention to someone else. Well, maybe it is, but the thing I'm really, really angry at is the fact that no one told me. I mean, it would be nice to get a warning or something...
Speaking of warnings, the whole school needs to be warned of its major fashion disaster. For some...odd reason, everyone likes Lee's...onion headedness, and many of the Gryffindors males have shaved their heads. In my mind, there is _nothing_ more disgusting than a head with a roll of flesh right above the neck barely covered by hair. Or a head shaved to be reminiscent of a checkerboard.
****
Author's Note: Yes, it is slightly dragging right now, but I promise it'll get better in a few days. I'm currently under writer's block.
Author's Plead: Please, please review my story. I need to know what you want.
Disclaimer: This characters aren't mine, I'm just borrowing them for the moment. I'll return them only after I've horribly scarred them for life.