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Yay! Chapter Two got written! LOL! Read and enjoy.
Sorcha sat down on the armchair, not noticing that Daniel Curley's wet blazer was pressed against the back of it. Immediately, Sorcha got up and turned around. "What the hell is that there for? Did you come home on the Yellow Bus or something?" she said, with a sign of mockery in her eyes. "How dare you!" said Daniel, and threw a cushion at Sorcha. Sorcha dodged it and apparated behind Daniel. "Stop it, now why are you here?" he asked, grinning. "To see if you'd packed for Hogwarts. Only 6 more hours till the train, so I figured we could just sit here for 6 hours." Daniel stared at her in disbelief. 'Six hours? I'm freezing! I'm half naked, hasn't she noticed?' "So." Sorcha began. "Are you half naked because Hermione's upstairs?" Daniel blushed bright red and spluttered out, "She is NOT! And it was raining on my way home!" Sorcha snorted. "Yeah right." And ran upstairs to Daniel's bedroom. Like he had said, and like you all know, Hermione was not there. Sorcha sighed and walked downstairs. "See?" said Daniel. Him and Sorcha had been friends for a long time. Ever since he could remember, they were friends. But that was changing. Growing up, they both seemed to lose interest in the things they used to like. Daniel lay down on the sofa and stared up at the ceiling. When he looked closely, he could see a five-year-old Sorcha & Daniel playing with plastic trains. He sighed and closed his eyes. What's more important? Hermione or an old friend? Sighing again, Daniel got up and looked at Sorcha. She was fiddling with her fingers. Daniel's giggling drew her attention. "What?" Sorcha looked at him blankly. "Nothing." he just said. Five hours passed. The slam of the door didn't even wake Sorcha and Daniel. Mr. and Mrs. Curley looked over the sofa. Obviously, that was where Daniel slept most of the time. Sorcha and Daniel were sitting beside each other, with Daniel's head on Sorcha's shoulder. Mrs. Curley just smiled and walked into the kitchen, shopping bags in her hand. Mr. Curley stepped quietly up the stairs to bed. When Daniel woke up an hour later, the first thing he did was rub his eyes, find out what he was lying on and wake her up. "Awah?" Sorcha said, half asleep. "We have to go. Mum and Dad are home. It's time to go to Hogwarts." He smiled at Sorcha, and she smiled back. Mrs. Curley came in from the kitchen and saw them smiling at each other. Obviously she had mistaken the friendly-smile for something else. "Danny, do you want a wedding in a church or on a bridge?" Daniel stared at his mother blankly. ".Come again?" he asked, puzzled. "Oh, you and Sorcha look so cute asleep!" Mrs. Curley patted Sorcha on the head and whispered something in her ear. When she had gone upstairs, Daniel leant over to Sorcha. "What did she say?" he asked her. "She said, 'You better let your hair grow before you marry my baby!'" Sorcha said, replacing her own voice for Mrs. Curley's scratchy one. "What?" Daniel said, shocked. "I'm not gonna marry you! You're one of my best and oldest friends!" he still looked like he was struck by lightening. 'Cute.' Sorcha thought. "Well, maybe we can't help it." Sorcha said, getting up and lifting up her suitcase. Daniel hadn't even noticed she brought it with her. "What do you mean?" Daniel eyed her suspiciously. "I mean, maybe it's the way things are meant to go. Friendship usually always turns into love. Not that I want it to for us." Sorcha giggled, turning around. She walked over to Daniel and kissed him on the cheek. "I didn't feel anything. Did you?" Daniel slowly shook his head. "There. Something would of come out of that if we were going to love each other." "Maybe it's going too?" Daniel suggested. Sorcha raised an eyebrow. "You want it too?" Daniel shook his head furiously. Sorcha could tell that he was trying to fight back a nod. Sorcha tried to picture her and Daniel in a wedding chapel. Nope, couldn't. It's not meant to happen. At least that's off my mind, she thought. "Daniel! Sorcha! Come on!" they heard Mrs. Curley shouting from the car. Looking at each other, they opened the door and climbed into the car. "Thank you for taking me to Hogwarts." Sorcha said to Daniel's mother, putting on a fake British accent. "Oh, before you marry Dan, you have to get rid of that horrid American accent!" Mrs. Curley replied. Sorcha groaned. "I've had it for FIVE YEARS!" If I wanted to get rid of it, I think I would of by now. And it's only five years I've been in Britain. It's like, seven years I've been in America!" Daniel giggled hysterically at Sorcha, which got him slapped across the face.
Yay! Chapter Two got written! LOL! Read and enjoy.
Sorcha sat down on the armchair, not noticing that Daniel Curley's wet blazer was pressed against the back of it. Immediately, Sorcha got up and turned around. "What the hell is that there for? Did you come home on the Yellow Bus or something?" she said, with a sign of mockery in her eyes. "How dare you!" said Daniel, and threw a cushion at Sorcha. Sorcha dodged it and apparated behind Daniel. "Stop it, now why are you here?" he asked, grinning. "To see if you'd packed for Hogwarts. Only 6 more hours till the train, so I figured we could just sit here for 6 hours." Daniel stared at her in disbelief. 'Six hours? I'm freezing! I'm half naked, hasn't she noticed?' "So." Sorcha began. "Are you half naked because Hermione's upstairs?" Daniel blushed bright red and spluttered out, "She is NOT! And it was raining on my way home!" Sorcha snorted. "Yeah right." And ran upstairs to Daniel's bedroom. Like he had said, and like you all know, Hermione was not there. Sorcha sighed and walked downstairs. "See?" said Daniel. Him and Sorcha had been friends for a long time. Ever since he could remember, they were friends. But that was changing. Growing up, they both seemed to lose interest in the things they used to like. Daniel lay down on the sofa and stared up at the ceiling. When he looked closely, he could see a five-year-old Sorcha & Daniel playing with plastic trains. He sighed and closed his eyes. What's more important? Hermione or an old friend? Sighing again, Daniel got up and looked at Sorcha. She was fiddling with her fingers. Daniel's giggling drew her attention. "What?" Sorcha looked at him blankly. "Nothing." he just said. Five hours passed. The slam of the door didn't even wake Sorcha and Daniel. Mr. and Mrs. Curley looked over the sofa. Obviously, that was where Daniel slept most of the time. Sorcha and Daniel were sitting beside each other, with Daniel's head on Sorcha's shoulder. Mrs. Curley just smiled and walked into the kitchen, shopping bags in her hand. Mr. Curley stepped quietly up the stairs to bed. When Daniel woke up an hour later, the first thing he did was rub his eyes, find out what he was lying on and wake her up. "Awah?" Sorcha said, half asleep. "We have to go. Mum and Dad are home. It's time to go to Hogwarts." He smiled at Sorcha, and she smiled back. Mrs. Curley came in from the kitchen and saw them smiling at each other. Obviously she had mistaken the friendly-smile for something else. "Danny, do you want a wedding in a church or on a bridge?" Daniel stared at his mother blankly. ".Come again?" he asked, puzzled. "Oh, you and Sorcha look so cute asleep!" Mrs. Curley patted Sorcha on the head and whispered something in her ear. When she had gone upstairs, Daniel leant over to Sorcha. "What did she say?" he asked her. "She said, 'You better let your hair grow before you marry my baby!'" Sorcha said, replacing her own voice for Mrs. Curley's scratchy one. "What?" Daniel said, shocked. "I'm not gonna marry you! You're one of my best and oldest friends!" he still looked like he was struck by lightening. 'Cute.' Sorcha thought. "Well, maybe we can't help it." Sorcha said, getting up and lifting up her suitcase. Daniel hadn't even noticed she brought it with her. "What do you mean?" Daniel eyed her suspiciously. "I mean, maybe it's the way things are meant to go. Friendship usually always turns into love. Not that I want it to for us." Sorcha giggled, turning around. She walked over to Daniel and kissed him on the cheek. "I didn't feel anything. Did you?" Daniel slowly shook his head. "There. Something would of come out of that if we were going to love each other." "Maybe it's going too?" Daniel suggested. Sorcha raised an eyebrow. "You want it too?" Daniel shook his head furiously. Sorcha could tell that he was trying to fight back a nod. Sorcha tried to picture her and Daniel in a wedding chapel. Nope, couldn't. It's not meant to happen. At least that's off my mind, she thought. "Daniel! Sorcha! Come on!" they heard Mrs. Curley shouting from the car. Looking at each other, they opened the door and climbed into the car. "Thank you for taking me to Hogwarts." Sorcha said to Daniel's mother, putting on a fake British accent. "Oh, before you marry Dan, you have to get rid of that horrid American accent!" Mrs. Curley replied. Sorcha groaned. "I've had it for FIVE YEARS!" If I wanted to get rid of it, I think I would of by now. And it's only five years I've been in Britain. It's like, seven years I've been in America!" Daniel giggled hysterically at Sorcha, which got him slapped across the face.