Rating and Warning: The rating is PG13. Slash.
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. All the Harry Potter characters belong to J.K. Rowling.
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Tip of the Iceberg
By Stranger
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"No. I've said no, and that's that!"
Lee grinned. "Is that your final answer?"
"Lee..." Alicia warned.
"Please? You know you want to..."
"NO! Stop asking!"
"Aww...come on..."
She sighed. "Fine, just once."
He kissed her, wet liver lips pushing at her own. His breath was sour from too many Ice Mice and Alicia's eyes watered from it's overwhelming stench. Prolonged exposure would cause suffocation, she was sure. Any moment now...
He stopped and looked at her expectantly, "How about some more?"
"Good night, Lee. Go to bed."
"Wanna come?"
"Lee, go away."
***
Dear Diary,
I am thoroughly disgusted with myself, even more than I am with the pimples in Lee's scalp. Why do I give in to his hormones? Does snogging counteract the repulsion I feel for him? Every moment I suffer with him is spent on thinking how I can get away or looking for Katie in the chaos of students.
Anyhow, we had a quidditch game today. I was worried in the beginning because it seemed that everyone, especially Harry (though he doesn't do much until the Snitch gets seen), was totally out of it. We didn't have the motivation, or the adrenaline to go for the Quaffle or dodge Bludgers.
Katie did her part perfectly- the whole game revolved around her, like always. I've always wondered how it's possible for a single girl to keep control of the Quaffle 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...
We had started off badly, but after the Hufflepuff team scored a goal, we snapped out of our reverie. 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.
***
Dear Diary,
Lavender was talking (or giggling at) me today and she actually thought I was depressed over not "being with Lee". First, I haven't broken up with him yet, something I should start thinking about. Furthermore, why would I be sad that Lee's slimy lips aren't dripping down the back of my neck anymore?
Angelina is convinced I'm in love with one of the Weasley twins- she notices I'm always watching them when they walk by. It's a really good thing she doesn'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
***
The common room was dark, as the house elves had let the fire burn out. Alicia stumbled through the space, blindly grabbing for something-- a wall, a chair, maybe, but certainly not the tangled bodies of two Gryffindors.
"Hey, could you watch it? We're kind of busy here..."
Alicia blinked, trying to find the faces of the trysters. She gasped, "Lee? Lavender?"
***
Dear Diary,
Lee was doing something nasty with Lavender in the common rooms. I guess I should be really pissed off, but I feel half relieved and half shocked. Lavender? I thought Lee had better taste.
It's not like I mind so much that Lee is flirting...well, paying attention to someone else. The only 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... I mean, it's kind of a rude awakening to trip over your old boyfriend and a wannabe cheerleader.
Speaking of warnings, the Hogwarts' student body needs to be warned of its major fashion disaster. For some reason, everyone likes Lee's baldness, the girls like to rub it, as do the boys. Am I the only one who sees the obvious wrongness of this all? To my dismay, many of the Gryffindor males have shaved their heads.
In fact, some of the more daring girls have considered shaving their heads. Ginny, too, although I'd never thought her to be that kind of girl. By the end of this term, Gryffindor can be nicknamed "Hairless House".
Dear Diary, the only thing that keeps me from bringing out a can of Redi-Hair (made exclusively by the Weasley twins, in Gryffindor red, Troll green and Cornish pixie blue) and drowning us all in artificial hair is the fact that Katie has refused to let anyone do so much as touch her hair.
Alicia
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. All the Harry Potter characters belong to J.K. Rowling.
***
Tip of the Iceberg
By Stranger
***
"No. I've said no, and that's that!"
Lee grinned. "Is that your final answer?"
"Lee..." Alicia warned.
"Please? You know you want to..."
"NO! Stop asking!"
"Aww...come on..."
She sighed. "Fine, just once."
He kissed her, wet liver lips pushing at her own. His breath was sour from too many Ice Mice and Alicia's eyes watered from it's overwhelming stench. Prolonged exposure would cause suffocation, she was sure. Any moment now...
He stopped and looked at her expectantly, "How about some more?"
"Good night, Lee. Go to bed."
"Wanna come?"
"Lee, go away."
***
Dear Diary,
I am thoroughly disgusted with myself, even more than I am with the pimples in Lee's scalp. Why do I give in to his hormones? Does snogging counteract the repulsion I feel for him? Every moment I suffer with him is spent on thinking how I can get away or looking for Katie in the chaos of students.
Anyhow, we had a quidditch game today. I was worried in the beginning because it seemed that everyone, especially Harry (though he doesn't do much until the Snitch gets seen), was totally out of it. We didn't have the motivation, or the adrenaline to go for the Quaffle or dodge Bludgers.
Katie did her part perfectly- the whole game revolved around her, like always. I've always wondered how it's possible for a single girl to keep control of the Quaffle 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...
We had started off badly, but after the Hufflepuff team scored a goal, we snapped out of our reverie. 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.
***
Dear Diary,
Lavender was talking (or giggling at) me today and she actually thought I was depressed over not "being with Lee". First, I haven't broken up with him yet, something I should start thinking about. Furthermore, why would I be sad that Lee's slimy lips aren't dripping down the back of my neck anymore?
Angelina is convinced I'm in love with one of the Weasley twins- she notices I'm always watching them when they walk by. It's a really good thing she doesn'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
***
The common room was dark, as the house elves had let the fire burn out. Alicia stumbled through the space, blindly grabbing for something-- a wall, a chair, maybe, but certainly not the tangled bodies of two Gryffindors.
"Hey, could you watch it? We're kind of busy here..."
Alicia blinked, trying to find the faces of the trysters. She gasped, "Lee? Lavender?"
***
Dear Diary,
Lee was doing something nasty with Lavender in the common rooms. I guess I should be really pissed off, but I feel half relieved and half shocked. Lavender? I thought Lee had better taste.
It's not like I mind so much that Lee is flirting...well, paying attention to someone else. The only 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... I mean, it's kind of a rude awakening to trip over your old boyfriend and a wannabe cheerleader.
Speaking of warnings, the Hogwarts' student body needs to be warned of its major fashion disaster. For some reason, everyone likes Lee's baldness, the girls like to rub it, as do the boys. Am I the only one who sees the obvious wrongness of this all? To my dismay, many of the Gryffindor males have shaved their heads.
In fact, some of the more daring girls have considered shaving their heads. Ginny, too, although I'd never thought her to be that kind of girl. By the end of this term, Gryffindor can be nicknamed "Hairless House".
Dear Diary, the only thing that keeps me from bringing out a can of Redi-Hair (made exclusively by the Weasley twins, in Gryffindor red, Troll green and Cornish pixie blue) and drowning us all in artificial hair is the fact that Katie has refused to let anyone do so much as touch her hair.
Alicia
