1 Complementary Colours
1.1 Chapter the Sixth – Moonlight Emotions
Hooch's POV
I feel awful about leaving the feast so quickly. Things were going so well with Ella. Almost too well, in fact. That's why I had to leave. I couldn't trust myself to behave, I knew that if I stayed and the two of us went off somewhere then I would say or do something that could screw the whole thing up. So I'm returning to my rooms, hurrying up the staircases to make sure I get there before Ella does. If I ran into her in the corridor it would all start over again. I shut the door behind me, leaning against it to get my breath back as if I had been running away from something. I guess in a sense, I was. A glance at the clock on the wall tells me it's nearly 11 at night. The feast seems to get longer every year.
I sit down on the end of my bed, with my head in my hands. I wish I could get my thoughts in order. I have the first years for Flying second period tomorrow, I'm going to look ridiculous if I'm still obsessing over this new professor. Straightening myself up, I take a glance in the mirror. I look all flushed and my hair seems to have re-arranged itself to resemble Mrs. Norris. Stylish. Not.
Taking a few minutes to hang up my Quidditch referee robes which are still in my trunk, and make sure that Binka hasn't managed to destroy anything important in her dusting efforts, I'm soon about ready to call it a night. It doesn't take a minute for me to change into my short, black night-dress and I'm soon curled up under the covers, pulling them over my head as if somehow hoping I'll be able to shut out all my worries. It isn't long before I fall into a deep, dream-filled sleep. She's there, of course. Ella. In my dreams. I can only hope that she doesn't have to stay there…..
"SHIT!…….What was that?!"
I sit upright in bed with a start, jolted out of my sweet dreams by a noise. Lighting the candle beside the bed with a flick of my wand, I look around the room to see what it was. It's not long before I spot the cause – one of my trophies has fallen off its shelf, it must have been that that woke me up. Now fully awake, my adrenaline levels are starting to come down as I slide out of bed and patter across the room to replace the trophy. Binka must have moved it to the edge of the shelf in her tidying-fit. Thankfully, nothing's broken. Except my night's sleep. There's no way I can go back to bed now, I'm awake and I might as well admit it. But what can I do? I could go for a late-night flight, but somehow I'm not in the mood for that. Must be something wrong, that's not like me! Sighing, I pick up a white shirt from the chest at the end of the bed, and throw it around my shoulders. It's not particularly cold, but it makes my thin-strapped nightie seem less……pornographic. I'm not expecting to run into anyone, but at least if I do I won't look so much like a wandering lingerie model.
Closing the door quietly behind me, I step out onto the cold stone floor of the corridor. I head up towards the lounge, passing Ella's door on the way. The urge to listen for any noise from inside is too strong, and I put my ear up against her door. Nothing. She must be sleeping soundly then. Good, I'm glad she's settling in. The clock at the top of the stairs informs me that it's 2 o'clock in the morning – at least I got a few hours sleep. I can spend some time sitting in the lounge until I feel sleepy again. Perhaps I could read a few issues of Which Broomstick, so I can get back up to date with the world. I haven't seen a copy in the last two months.
Hang on……there's a light coming from the lounge. Only a very faint one – probably a single candle – but it's there all the same. And the door is open a crack as well. Either someone has left it burning from last night, or there's someone else having trouble sleeping. It's probably Sibyll, being plagued by another one of her 'visions'. Great. At least listening to her might send me to sleep. I push the door open quietly, expecting to greet either an empty room or a loopy Divinations teacher. I'm wrong.
It's neither.
It's Ella.
Gazing into a candle flame, framed by the high arch of the window and reclining on the cushions like some beautiful pre-raphaelite painting. Her dark hair tumbling down her back like a waterfall of ink, and the peaceful look on her face tells me she hasn't seen me come in. She looks so lovely just sitting there in her thin, white nightdress that I don't want to disturb her. A dark green bathrobe lies discarded over the back of the sofa. I watch her silently from the doorway for a minute or so, that almost child-like smile playing on her rose-bud lips. Finally, I decide I should make my presence known, and step into the room quietly. "Ella….." I greet her, "…can't sleep either?" she looks up at me from under that mane of jet- black hair, and looks shocked for a moment. Then a serene smile takes over her perfectly-formed mouth.
"Mara……I thought I heard someone come in. I'm not causing trouble am I? It's just, I can't sleep and I thought I'd sit in here for a while……."
She glances past me to the corridor, where the thin yellow light from her candle is dancing in delicate lines, illuminating the hallway,
"…oh, sorry….do you want me to put the candle out?"
How can she do that to me? Ask a question like that, in all innocence. I'd like nothing more…..and I'm beginning to think she knows it.
"No, you're all right. Everyone else is in bed. Something woke me up, and I can't go back to bed now." I take another few steps into the room, closing the door silently behind me. Walking over to sit on the couch where she has flung her robe, I can feel every muscle in my body yearning for her. Funny how emotions and passions always seem stronger in the moonlight.
To my surprise, she slides off the window seat to join me on the couch. As she walks, the soft silk of her nightdress clings to the sensual curves of her body. I was right. She does have fabulous breasts. They look even better covered by only a thin layer of silk. The urge to reach out and touch them rises strongly in my body as her elegant form comes to rest on the sofa next to me. Her eyes look dark in the moonlight, until the raises the candle to light up our faces and they shine their vivid purple again. How can I want one human being this much? I should have sat in the middle of the sofa….or maybe not. She leans across me to put the candle down on the coffee table at the end of the sofa. Being so close to her is almost too much for me, I have to bite me lip to control myself. I catch a whiff of the scent of her hair, like vanilla pods. It sends a warm shiver up my spine…and other parts of my body. As she moves back, her body brushes against mine, and I feel her hardened nipples against my skin through the thin fabric of our nightwear. That's it. What does she expect me to do? Deciding that even if she throws it in my face and never speaks to me again it will be worth it, I take a risk. Cradling her face in my hands, I pull her closer to me and cover her lips with mine in a deep and passionate kiss. She's going to hate me. She'll pull away now and we'll never speak again. But she takes me by surprise, parting those ruby-red lips and greeting my tongue with hers. Am I still dreaming?
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Things moving a bit quicker now! Aren't they just adorable together? The next chapter looks like it should be an interesting one….keep your eyes out for it soon! I'm writing my little socks off in here!
1.1 Chapter the Sixth – Moonlight Emotions
Hooch's POV
I feel awful about leaving the feast so quickly. Things were going so well with Ella. Almost too well, in fact. That's why I had to leave. I couldn't trust myself to behave, I knew that if I stayed and the two of us went off somewhere then I would say or do something that could screw the whole thing up. So I'm returning to my rooms, hurrying up the staircases to make sure I get there before Ella does. If I ran into her in the corridor it would all start over again. I shut the door behind me, leaning against it to get my breath back as if I had been running away from something. I guess in a sense, I was. A glance at the clock on the wall tells me it's nearly 11 at night. The feast seems to get longer every year.
I sit down on the end of my bed, with my head in my hands. I wish I could get my thoughts in order. I have the first years for Flying second period tomorrow, I'm going to look ridiculous if I'm still obsessing over this new professor. Straightening myself up, I take a glance in the mirror. I look all flushed and my hair seems to have re-arranged itself to resemble Mrs. Norris. Stylish. Not.
Taking a few minutes to hang up my Quidditch referee robes which are still in my trunk, and make sure that Binka hasn't managed to destroy anything important in her dusting efforts, I'm soon about ready to call it a night. It doesn't take a minute for me to change into my short, black night-dress and I'm soon curled up under the covers, pulling them over my head as if somehow hoping I'll be able to shut out all my worries. It isn't long before I fall into a deep, dream-filled sleep. She's there, of course. Ella. In my dreams. I can only hope that she doesn't have to stay there…..
"SHIT!…….What was that?!"
I sit upright in bed with a start, jolted out of my sweet dreams by a noise. Lighting the candle beside the bed with a flick of my wand, I look around the room to see what it was. It's not long before I spot the cause – one of my trophies has fallen off its shelf, it must have been that that woke me up. Now fully awake, my adrenaline levels are starting to come down as I slide out of bed and patter across the room to replace the trophy. Binka must have moved it to the edge of the shelf in her tidying-fit. Thankfully, nothing's broken. Except my night's sleep. There's no way I can go back to bed now, I'm awake and I might as well admit it. But what can I do? I could go for a late-night flight, but somehow I'm not in the mood for that. Must be something wrong, that's not like me! Sighing, I pick up a white shirt from the chest at the end of the bed, and throw it around my shoulders. It's not particularly cold, but it makes my thin-strapped nightie seem less……pornographic. I'm not expecting to run into anyone, but at least if I do I won't look so much like a wandering lingerie model.
Closing the door quietly behind me, I step out onto the cold stone floor of the corridor. I head up towards the lounge, passing Ella's door on the way. The urge to listen for any noise from inside is too strong, and I put my ear up against her door. Nothing. She must be sleeping soundly then. Good, I'm glad she's settling in. The clock at the top of the stairs informs me that it's 2 o'clock in the morning – at least I got a few hours sleep. I can spend some time sitting in the lounge until I feel sleepy again. Perhaps I could read a few issues of Which Broomstick, so I can get back up to date with the world. I haven't seen a copy in the last two months.
Hang on……there's a light coming from the lounge. Only a very faint one – probably a single candle – but it's there all the same. And the door is open a crack as well. Either someone has left it burning from last night, or there's someone else having trouble sleeping. It's probably Sibyll, being plagued by another one of her 'visions'. Great. At least listening to her might send me to sleep. I push the door open quietly, expecting to greet either an empty room or a loopy Divinations teacher. I'm wrong.
It's neither.
It's Ella.
Gazing into a candle flame, framed by the high arch of the window and reclining on the cushions like some beautiful pre-raphaelite painting. Her dark hair tumbling down her back like a waterfall of ink, and the peaceful look on her face tells me she hasn't seen me come in. She looks so lovely just sitting there in her thin, white nightdress that I don't want to disturb her. A dark green bathrobe lies discarded over the back of the sofa. I watch her silently from the doorway for a minute or so, that almost child-like smile playing on her rose-bud lips. Finally, I decide I should make my presence known, and step into the room quietly. "Ella….." I greet her, "…can't sleep either?" she looks up at me from under that mane of jet- black hair, and looks shocked for a moment. Then a serene smile takes over her perfectly-formed mouth.
"Mara……I thought I heard someone come in. I'm not causing trouble am I? It's just, I can't sleep and I thought I'd sit in here for a while……."
She glances past me to the corridor, where the thin yellow light from her candle is dancing in delicate lines, illuminating the hallway,
"…oh, sorry….do you want me to put the candle out?"
How can she do that to me? Ask a question like that, in all innocence. I'd like nothing more…..and I'm beginning to think she knows it.
"No, you're all right. Everyone else is in bed. Something woke me up, and I can't go back to bed now." I take another few steps into the room, closing the door silently behind me. Walking over to sit on the couch where she has flung her robe, I can feel every muscle in my body yearning for her. Funny how emotions and passions always seem stronger in the moonlight.
To my surprise, she slides off the window seat to join me on the couch. As she walks, the soft silk of her nightdress clings to the sensual curves of her body. I was right. She does have fabulous breasts. They look even better covered by only a thin layer of silk. The urge to reach out and touch them rises strongly in my body as her elegant form comes to rest on the sofa next to me. Her eyes look dark in the moonlight, until the raises the candle to light up our faces and they shine their vivid purple again. How can I want one human being this much? I should have sat in the middle of the sofa….or maybe not. She leans across me to put the candle down on the coffee table at the end of the sofa. Being so close to her is almost too much for me, I have to bite me lip to control myself. I catch a whiff of the scent of her hair, like vanilla pods. It sends a warm shiver up my spine…and other parts of my body. As she moves back, her body brushes against mine, and I feel her hardened nipples against my skin through the thin fabric of our nightwear. That's it. What does she expect me to do? Deciding that even if she throws it in my face and never speaks to me again it will be worth it, I take a risk. Cradling her face in my hands, I pull her closer to me and cover her lips with mine in a deep and passionate kiss. She's going to hate me. She'll pull away now and we'll never speak again. But she takes me by surprise, parting those ruby-red lips and greeting my tongue with hers. Am I still dreaming?
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Things moving a bit quicker now! Aren't they just adorable together? The next chapter looks like it should be an interesting one….keep your eyes out for it soon! I'm writing my little socks off in here!