Disclaimer- No matter how much thought I do or don't put into this, the whole concept of Hogwarts was first thought up by the all powerful, JK Rowling.
Best Interests
"Jessica, wait!"
Jessica whirled around, her back to a staircase and her face flushed with anger, staring at him.
He made a move to come closer, but only succeeded in reversing roles, with his back now at the steep staircase.
Jessica pulled out her wand and Luke couldn't believe what he saw in her eyes. The tears were gone and now they were masked by something gleeful, radiating hate full blast towards Luke.
He motioned to take a step back, realizing he had no place to go.
"Do you realize how easy it would be to make you fall down those stairs? A light push would do it, but then what purpose would my wand be?" Luke stared at her in disbelief. "Of course the most satisfying way would be to have you cause yourself to fall. Conjuring up a small puddle of liquid underneath your feet would do the trick, would it not?"
Frozen, and unable to do anything, the eyes that once showed a sarcastic and witty young boy now showed someone frightened for their life.
"Accio.." But Jessica was interrupted by Professor Trelawney.
"Ms. Nicole, what are you doing?"
Jessica put down her wand, the hate instantly disappearing, suddenly replaced by a smile and joyous attitude. "Scaring the daylights out of this young twit, Trelawney. Just joking around."
The professor, looking like a sickly bat in the heavy pink robes she insisted on wearing, cast an odd look at the both of them, relief washing over Luke's face as he bent over and retched, the breakfast of bacon and eggs laying on the hallway floor for all to see.
Just as soon as his stomach did another turn, a gentle hand was placed on his shoulder, "I'll take him to the nurse, Professor," and was leading him away.
She lifted his chin, looking into his eyes, the dark brown swirls showing a hint of vulnerability. "Are you okay, Luke?"
His breath caught in his throat as he stared up at the green eyes, now so caring and concerned. Had he just imagined the hate that had been in them only minutes before?
"I'll.. I'll be fine." He said, lowering his head again.
"You do know I was only joking, don't you?" She asked in concern. "I'd never hurt you, no matter how much I pretend to dislike you."
"Pretend?" He tryed to laugh, but it only made his nervous stomach do a flip, "You're a pretty good actress."
She smiled, "I know."
With her arm around him they managed to weave their way through the castle and to the arms of Madame Pomfrey. Noting the sick look on the boy's face she took him in concern and shooed Jessica away.
While walking back to the Divination classroom Jessica grinned. Seeing the fear and vulnerability in Luke's eyes had fed her need for revenge and now all she needed was for Peter to forgive her, and he would, if he knew what was in his best interest.