SoulSister(Hopefully ^_^) Star(Heh ^_^ I don't have a clue. I'll just stick
to the hp and fy boys. ;) Saotomealita(Thank you ^_^ *g*) Daigon Alley(Oh a
new reviewer! Yay! Thank you) Whatever22(Hey another new reviewer! Hmm
horrible you say? How can love be horrible? But since you say it's only
good because it fits the plot, I suppose I'll let your flame slide)
RainShadow(No I didn't ^_^ CSG did.. she says it works. Yes Draco *make*
Star see!) HarryPotterCC1, ClarKeRaVen(Yay! We really would like members.
Hope you had fun at that party ^_~) Prongs(You too!) Angel of Death(*Bows
deeply* Thank you!)
"And tell me, how is this supposed to help again?"
Harry and Draco's bodies were being tightly pushed together due to the size of the invisibility cloak draped around them and to the small space in back of the statue of Wiccan the Wise. He didn't tell Kaleb about the conversation he had with Star the night before; he thought it wasn't his place. But he told Harry. Besides, Star was bound to spill all soon anyway. Wasn't she?
Draco smirked. "We're here to spy on Kaleb and Star. Besides you don't enjoy this compromising situation?" He shifted his body so they were perfectly aligned, making the message crystal clear as he placed his hands on his waist, pressing them closer.
"Oh. *Oh!*" Harry caught on and he hastily tugged the cloak off them, letting it drop to the floor and enabling him to see enchanting gray eyes and soft lips. Harry licked his own in anticipation as a warm shiver went down his spine.
"You know sometimes I think we're helping ourselves more then anything."
Draco waved the words nonchalantly away with his hand and lunged toward his green-eyed lover, pushing Harry up against the wall.
Across the hall at that very moment were Kaleb and Star, engaging themselves in heavy books inside the Library. Snape, feeling particularly generous today, gave the class 3 foot essays to be done on Anti-Toxin potions with their partners. No exceptions.
Kaleb wasn't reading however. She found herself stealing glances at the Slytherin girl sitting across from her.
"Something you want Kaleb?" Star asked without looking up.
She looked down embarrassed, but her head snapped up again. "Yeah actually. There is something.."
"And that would be?" Star's eyes met hers with a questioning gaze.
"Why are you being so *nice* to me!?"
Star chuckled. "Why not?"
"Because that's not you! So what's up?"
Her eyes flickered upward then back at Kaleb. "The ceiling."
Kaleb let out an impatient sigh and went back to reading. Well if that's what you call staring at the same page for minutes.
"Star.."
"Mmm?" The other girl had evidently gone back to reading and was now etching notes with her quill.
"Why?"
Again Star's eyes met Kaleb's in a questioning glance. "Why what?"
"Why won't you admit it?"
"I'm sorry. I don't know what you mean," she replied hoping that would end the conversation. It didn't.
"You know I don't get you." Kaleb put her book on the table and rested her elbows on it, looking at her intently. "Sometimes you're fun. And sometimes you're just a bitch. And yet sometimes..you're something I can't describe. Like, like this refined travesty trying desperately to be real."
Star's eyes had dropped the innocent look and had instead grown cold and she muttered out an "I still don't know what you're talking about" with clenched teeth.
"But you do. You're not going to be able to hide forever you know." Kaleb reached foreword and held Star's cold hand in hers. "Stop running."
Star looked at her, her mouth slack, as electricity gushed forth from Kaleb's gentle hand and into her own, sweeping through and touching every part of her being; awakening thing's inside of her she didn't even know existed. She couldn't ignore the way her heart skipped a beat or two when *she* was touching her; and it was amazing that there was still a table's distance between them.
All too quickly Kaleb pulled her hand away, looking downward and collecting her books. "Just think about it," she whispered, raising her eyes to silver once more, "Please." It wasn't a question. It was a plea.
And she gathered her books in her arms and left.
She coughed loudly at the area behind the statue and was met with angered stormy eyes.
"Bloody hell Kaleb! You always find a way to interrupt us."
Kaleb smiled. "A curse I guess?"
Harry's head poked out to look at her. She didn't miss the fact that his hair was in worse shape then it usually was.
He straightened his glasses and brushed the fringe out of his eyes. "How'd it go?"
She gave a loud sigh, "I'm not so sure anymore."
They both wore the same expression of shock.
"Kaleb, I know I probably don't know that much about you but I know you wouldn't give up. At least not now. Maybe not ever." Draco looked genuinely concerned and she was silently grateful. He looked around trying to find a better explanation for his words. "Take this for example," he gestured to the statue of Wiccan, standing defiantly yet with a secret flicker of pride. "Do you think *she* gave up? Hell no! And look what became of her."
'Yeah, she's a statue' was on the tip of Kaleb's tongue, but she shook her head instead and looked at them, her ocean colored eyes saddened with the truth. "It's not about giving *up*, it's about giving *in*."
And she turned and walked away from them, her footsteps echoing against the walls.
Fifteen minutes later Star was still sitting there, never having moved an inch.
"And tell me, how is this supposed to help again?"
Harry and Draco's bodies were being tightly pushed together due to the size of the invisibility cloak draped around them and to the small space in back of the statue of Wiccan the Wise. He didn't tell Kaleb about the conversation he had with Star the night before; he thought it wasn't his place. But he told Harry. Besides, Star was bound to spill all soon anyway. Wasn't she?
Draco smirked. "We're here to spy on Kaleb and Star. Besides you don't enjoy this compromising situation?" He shifted his body so they were perfectly aligned, making the message crystal clear as he placed his hands on his waist, pressing them closer.
"Oh. *Oh!*" Harry caught on and he hastily tugged the cloak off them, letting it drop to the floor and enabling him to see enchanting gray eyes and soft lips. Harry licked his own in anticipation as a warm shiver went down his spine.
"You know sometimes I think we're helping ourselves more then anything."
Draco waved the words nonchalantly away with his hand and lunged toward his green-eyed lover, pushing Harry up against the wall.
Across the hall at that very moment were Kaleb and Star, engaging themselves in heavy books inside the Library. Snape, feeling particularly generous today, gave the class 3 foot essays to be done on Anti-Toxin potions with their partners. No exceptions.
Kaleb wasn't reading however. She found herself stealing glances at the Slytherin girl sitting across from her.
"Something you want Kaleb?" Star asked without looking up.
She looked down embarrassed, but her head snapped up again. "Yeah actually. There is something.."
"And that would be?" Star's eyes met hers with a questioning gaze.
"Why are you being so *nice* to me!?"
Star chuckled. "Why not?"
"Because that's not you! So what's up?"
Her eyes flickered upward then back at Kaleb. "The ceiling."
Kaleb let out an impatient sigh and went back to reading. Well if that's what you call staring at the same page for minutes.
"Star.."
"Mmm?" The other girl had evidently gone back to reading and was now etching notes with her quill.
"Why?"
Again Star's eyes met Kaleb's in a questioning glance. "Why what?"
"Why won't you admit it?"
"I'm sorry. I don't know what you mean," she replied hoping that would end the conversation. It didn't.
"You know I don't get you." Kaleb put her book on the table and rested her elbows on it, looking at her intently. "Sometimes you're fun. And sometimes you're just a bitch. And yet sometimes..you're something I can't describe. Like, like this refined travesty trying desperately to be real."
Star's eyes had dropped the innocent look and had instead grown cold and she muttered out an "I still don't know what you're talking about" with clenched teeth.
"But you do. You're not going to be able to hide forever you know." Kaleb reached foreword and held Star's cold hand in hers. "Stop running."
Star looked at her, her mouth slack, as electricity gushed forth from Kaleb's gentle hand and into her own, sweeping through and touching every part of her being; awakening thing's inside of her she didn't even know existed. She couldn't ignore the way her heart skipped a beat or two when *she* was touching her; and it was amazing that there was still a table's distance between them.
All too quickly Kaleb pulled her hand away, looking downward and collecting her books. "Just think about it," she whispered, raising her eyes to silver once more, "Please." It wasn't a question. It was a plea.
And she gathered her books in her arms and left.
She coughed loudly at the area behind the statue and was met with angered stormy eyes.
"Bloody hell Kaleb! You always find a way to interrupt us."
Kaleb smiled. "A curse I guess?"
Harry's head poked out to look at her. She didn't miss the fact that his hair was in worse shape then it usually was.
He straightened his glasses and brushed the fringe out of his eyes. "How'd it go?"
She gave a loud sigh, "I'm not so sure anymore."
They both wore the same expression of shock.
"Kaleb, I know I probably don't know that much about you but I know you wouldn't give up. At least not now. Maybe not ever." Draco looked genuinely concerned and she was silently grateful. He looked around trying to find a better explanation for his words. "Take this for example," he gestured to the statue of Wiccan, standing defiantly yet with a secret flicker of pride. "Do you think *she* gave up? Hell no! And look what became of her."
'Yeah, she's a statue' was on the tip of Kaleb's tongue, but she shook her head instead and looked at them, her ocean colored eyes saddened with the truth. "It's not about giving *up*, it's about giving *in*."
And she turned and walked away from them, her footsteps echoing against the walls.
Fifteen minutes later Star was still sitting there, never having moved an inch.
