A/N- I just realized that this story is turning out to be *very* long. This is the fifteenth chapter.
Disclaimer-Just like in the last fourteen chapters, anything that includes the mention of Hogwarts, or its teachers, has been shamelessly borrowed from the writings of JK Rowling.
Unforgiveable Curses
"Peter, please!"
The musty classroom had always been unbearable, but Jessica felt it to be even more so while begging Peter for her forgiveness.
"I have no interest in having my friend put down my name for the sake of her reputation."
"Peter, for the last time, I didn't mean to hurt you."
Peter whirled around in his chair, Trelawney's warnings of a raging storm that would appear in the next week completely ignored. "Well, you did."
As he turned back in his chair Jessica sat staring at his back and muttered lowly to herself. "I gave you your chance, Petey," she said sickeningly, picking up on the name Luke had dubbed him with.
The next week was spent with a look of genuine remorse on her face, turned on whenever Peter would look her way.
Finally, exactly a week after the happenings in the Divination classroom, Jessica approached him, grabbing his arm with surprising strength before he could turn away.
"Meet me in the library, Saturday. Everyone else will be at Hogsmeade, we can talk alone."
Peter only loosened himself from her grip and walked away, but she knew he would be there. He had to be.
When Saturday finally came, Jessica waved farewell to her house mates and made her way to the library.
She didn't have to wait long, because immediately upon her arrival, Peter tapped her on the shoulder, "Okay, I'm here. Talk."
Casting a wary eye at the librarian, but to no avail as she was sound asleep, her nose stuck in a book with their former Defense Against the Dark Art's teacher's face upon it, snoring like hippogriff with a bad cold, she pulled Peter behind a case of books.
She'd never seen him out of his robes. In dark jeans and hooded gray sweatshirt, he was certainly different looking.
"Stand here," She said, pulling her wand from the pocket of the cotton blue gym pants she was wearing.
Peter did as told, not sure of what she was doing, and regardless of the anger he still held for her, he found himself admiring her form in the gym pants and plain white T-shirt. With her hair swept into a ponytail she looked unusually casual, which didn't fit the tense look on her face.
She wanted to say the word, perform the unforgivable curse on him and leave him begging for her forgiveness. She raised her wand, avoiding his eyes and started "Cr.."
"Jesus, Jess! What are you doing?" He asked, immeadietly recognizing the start of a curse.
Dropping her wand she enfolded her arms around him and began to sob. "I just wanted you to forgive me, Peter."
It took a few moments for him to respond, and when he did he ran his fingers through her hair and told her it was okay. "I forgive you, Jess. I know you didn't mean it." He tried to forget the image of her holding her wand, a curse on her lips, but he couldn't. He could forgive her, but their friendship was broken.
He kissed her forehead softly and lifted her arms away from his shoulders, walking away.
She slumped down against the bookcase, causing a few to fall, waking the librarian. She looked down at the heavy books, one question on her mind, "What's wrong with me?"