Chapter 14
Young. Um, Maybe not Young, Love
Meagan pursed her lips. She was drawing a picture that was as large as she was. She swung the paintbrush down the painting. It was blood red. She put her hand on her chin and frowned. The perfect spy...
Meagan's expression brightened and she began to draw furiously. Her tongue stuck out the side of her mouth. She finished painting and Harry walked up beside her. He raised his eyebrows. "Is that supposed to be... um... a cat and a dog in a fight?"
Meagan's face fell. "It's that bad, huh?" Harry nodded. "Okay, maybe..." She began to draw again. When she finished, Harry tilted his head and asked, "Um... a person getting hit with a Bludger?"
Meagan frowned. She licked her lips and began to draw again. "Ahhh ha!" She said. Harry leaned back. He pursed his lips and nodded. It was a...
"Snake?" Asked Harry. "Yeah... It's the best thing I can do, oh well." Meagan tapped the snake and murmured, "Syplatia!" At once the snake began to wriggle. "Go keep an eye on Cate Black." Meagan hissed. The snake nodded. "Yesss misstresss." The snake hissed and slithered off the painting.
Meagan placed her hands on her hips. "That should do it." She said, smiling smugly.
Harry nodded. Meagan turned to face him. His eyes were sparkling, making them stand out on his face.
Meagan smiled broadly and threw her arms around his neck and kissed him hard. Harry kissed back, his glasses falling askew on his face. Meagan pressed Harry's head into her face. Harry started to wrap his arms around Meagan's waist. Meagan was tingling all over. So was Harry. Sparks flew around Meagan's fingers.
Meagan's feet suddenly weren't touching the ground anymore. Harry looked down to see that they were floating. He fell into Meagan's lips again, too in love to say anything. Meagan's hair was flying and her eyes... They weren't just one color, but a rainbow of color. Her face was shining radiantly. Harry tightened his grip when he heard a scream.
"OH GOD!" Screamed Ginny. Meagan, shocked, fell out of the air... and took Harry with her. She landed in a paint can. Harry fell onto the cold, stone floor and bounced along, landing finally at Ginny's feet. Meagan stood up, the paint can still attached to her read end. Harry had marks from Meagan's lip-gloss all over his face.
"Um. Hi Ginny." Said Harry, looking up into Ginny's pale and shocked face. He quickly rubbed the lip-gloss off his face and glasses. Meagan was frowning. "These were my new robes, oh well." She said, clicking her fingers. The paint bucket fell off and Meagan clicked her fingers again, washing away the paint.
Ginny turned sharply and walked out of the room, twitching as she went. "I hope she's alright." Meagan said. "She's probably just shocked to see I have a, um." Harry trailed off. He hadn't really considered Meagan his girlfriend.
"Girlfriend?" Asked Meagan hopefully. Harry nodded and smiled, pulling down Meagan's legs. Meagan shrieked and giggled as Harry pulled her closer. Harry wrapped his arms around Meagan's back and kissed her meaningfully. Meagan giggled harder and rolled on top of Harry. She kissed him, her hands close to his chest. "I'm a little rusty," Said Meagan, smiling. Harry's eyes danced. "Then let's practice," He said. Nothing could ruin this wonderful moment.
* * *
Marykate sighed dreamily and stared into Ron's shining, brown eyes. Marykate's eyes gleamed the rainbow. They stood in the Quidditch field, staring at each other. Ron's arms had found their way to Marykate's waist. Marykate slowly rose her arms to around Ron's neck.
Ron closed his eyes very slowly. He started to lean forward. Marykate closed her eyes and leaned forward too. Their lips met and Marykate threw her whole weight onto Ron's shoulders. She had to stand on tiptoe just to reach his lips. They kissed passionately. Ahhh. thought Marykate, love at last.
* * *
Hermione sat in the library, lost in thought. The Blodrious Concoction. She could have sworn she had hear of it before. "Aha!" Hermione said, leaping to her feet. She dashed into a long row of books. She pulled out a book called Ancient and Forgotten Spells. Hermione opened to the Blodrious Potion and looked at it. She gasped.
Young. Um, Maybe not Young, Love
Meagan pursed her lips. She was drawing a picture that was as large as she was. She swung the paintbrush down the painting. It was blood red. She put her hand on her chin and frowned. The perfect spy...
Meagan's expression brightened and she began to draw furiously. Her tongue stuck out the side of her mouth. She finished painting and Harry walked up beside her. He raised his eyebrows. "Is that supposed to be... um... a cat and a dog in a fight?"
Meagan's face fell. "It's that bad, huh?" Harry nodded. "Okay, maybe..." She began to draw again. When she finished, Harry tilted his head and asked, "Um... a person getting hit with a Bludger?"
Meagan frowned. She licked her lips and began to draw again. "Ahhh ha!" She said. Harry leaned back. He pursed his lips and nodded. It was a...
"Snake?" Asked Harry. "Yeah... It's the best thing I can do, oh well." Meagan tapped the snake and murmured, "Syplatia!" At once the snake began to wriggle. "Go keep an eye on Cate Black." Meagan hissed. The snake nodded. "Yesss misstresss." The snake hissed and slithered off the painting.
Meagan placed her hands on her hips. "That should do it." She said, smiling smugly.
Harry nodded. Meagan turned to face him. His eyes were sparkling, making them stand out on his face.
Meagan smiled broadly and threw her arms around his neck and kissed him hard. Harry kissed back, his glasses falling askew on his face. Meagan pressed Harry's head into her face. Harry started to wrap his arms around Meagan's waist. Meagan was tingling all over. So was Harry. Sparks flew around Meagan's fingers.
Meagan's feet suddenly weren't touching the ground anymore. Harry looked down to see that they were floating. He fell into Meagan's lips again, too in love to say anything. Meagan's hair was flying and her eyes... They weren't just one color, but a rainbow of color. Her face was shining radiantly. Harry tightened his grip when he heard a scream.
"OH GOD!" Screamed Ginny. Meagan, shocked, fell out of the air... and took Harry with her. She landed in a paint can. Harry fell onto the cold, stone floor and bounced along, landing finally at Ginny's feet. Meagan stood up, the paint can still attached to her read end. Harry had marks from Meagan's lip-gloss all over his face.
"Um. Hi Ginny." Said Harry, looking up into Ginny's pale and shocked face. He quickly rubbed the lip-gloss off his face and glasses. Meagan was frowning. "These were my new robes, oh well." She said, clicking her fingers. The paint bucket fell off and Meagan clicked her fingers again, washing away the paint.
Ginny turned sharply and walked out of the room, twitching as she went. "I hope she's alright." Meagan said. "She's probably just shocked to see I have a, um." Harry trailed off. He hadn't really considered Meagan his girlfriend.
"Girlfriend?" Asked Meagan hopefully. Harry nodded and smiled, pulling down Meagan's legs. Meagan shrieked and giggled as Harry pulled her closer. Harry wrapped his arms around Meagan's back and kissed her meaningfully. Meagan giggled harder and rolled on top of Harry. She kissed him, her hands close to his chest. "I'm a little rusty," Said Meagan, smiling. Harry's eyes danced. "Then let's practice," He said. Nothing could ruin this wonderful moment.
* * *
Marykate sighed dreamily and stared into Ron's shining, brown eyes. Marykate's eyes gleamed the rainbow. They stood in the Quidditch field, staring at each other. Ron's arms had found their way to Marykate's waist. Marykate slowly rose her arms to around Ron's neck.
Ron closed his eyes very slowly. He started to lean forward. Marykate closed her eyes and leaned forward too. Their lips met and Marykate threw her whole weight onto Ron's shoulders. She had to stand on tiptoe just to reach his lips. They kissed passionately. Ahhh. thought Marykate, love at last.
* * *
Hermione sat in the library, lost in thought. The Blodrious Concoction. She could have sworn she had hear of it before. "Aha!" Hermione said, leaping to her feet. She dashed into a long row of books. She pulled out a book called Ancient and Forgotten Spells. Hermione opened to the Blodrious Potion and looked at it. She gasped.