The Darker Phoenix
Chapter Eight
Only two days left until the Halloween Ball. Genesis and Harry had promised each other to arrive single and spend the entire time together. Ron had badgered Harry about this so much that Harry had very well told him to 'sit down, shut up, and fuck off.' Of course, Hermione wasn't pleased about it at all, and told Harry so to his face, with the addition of several slaps. Genesis had arrived on scene, and blocked the actions before any could land on Harry. Hermione glared at the girl.
"It's all you! Everything was okay before you came! You ruined our friendship, you ruined a poor boys life!", she screamed. Harry lunged forward and grabbing hold of her wrist and Ron's, pushed them out of the Head Boy dorm. Hermione was cursing blue murder, while Genesis just stood and stared, contemplating the cruelties that Hermione had just pitched at her.
Harry returned from his job to find her still standing. He took her hand and squeezed it. "Don't worry, Genesis. She doesn't know anything. You haven't ruined anyone's life."
Genesis still stood there, and after a while, shook her head and sank onto Harry's bed. "Well, she did hit a nerve there.", she whispered and buried her head in pillows. Harry sat down beside her and patted her head. "You know Harry, sometimes I think that living is a mistake. Sometimes, I don't know why I was chosen to be the Dark Eve. It's strange isn't it?", she said hollowly. Genesis looked up at Harry with imploring eyes, she looked so perfectly pitiful. She was frail. All the statuesque beauty and pride and wisdom that she usually wore fell to pieces as she sat so vulnerable on Harry's bed. Harry swept her into a deep hug.
"Genesis, Genesis... there are too many things in this world that don't have explanations. It's right though. You can feel it deep inside, you are meant to be you.", he rubbed her back, bringing out strangled sobs that the girl had so long hidden deep within herself mind. "Shhh...", he hushed as the sobs grew more agitated. Genesis' head had made a convenient pillow of Harry's stomach.
A good sobbing session later, Genesis wiped her eyes and stood up. Harry gave her a last squeeze before Genesis strode out of the room. She looked back once, and the tears started forming up in her eyes again. Harry felt a pang of annoyance at first. Trelawney did that all the time, but the way Genesis looked at him made him feel all warn and mushy inside. "Hold on, girl.", she said to her retreating back, before closing the door and heading to the bathroom.
Harry soaked himself in the shower, swimming around in the bubbles in the bathroom. He was still contemplating the problem of Genesis' "mate". Exactly who, or what was he... the curiosity was quite powerful, as he was continuously tempted to just kiss the truth out of her. But... it just wasn't as simple as that. Harry sighed a muffled, discontent sigh, and dunked himself into the bubbly water.
Genesis too was in the shower, but she was brief about it. Hermione proved to be a tyrant when it came to shower domination. She had quite rudely screamed through the heavy oak doors at the "bitch-in-black" that was soaking her worries away in the tub. Genesis was acutely aware that she had the ability to curse Hermione into the next dimension... that would be fun, and Genesis had picked up her wand before her conscience forced it back onto the ledge. She heaved herself out of the tub, dripping head to toe with soap suds, with her hair still shampooed, piled high on her head. Genesis cranked the water up on high to drown out the noise of Hermione's voice. She stepped out of the bathroom stall a whiles later, quite clean, and ready to face an angry Hermione. Hermione however, had decided to recline on the sofa with a book. It snapped shut when Genesis approached her. Hermione glared up at Genesis.
"You,", Hermione hissed, "better watch out. Anything strange, or abnormal that happens to Harry will rebound on to you. Bitch-in-black, how the hell do you exactly think you are? Some type of Antichrist that can walk around doing whatever you want? Well, let me tell you something, Harry has been my friend since first year, and if you think you can come in here in the middle of seventh year and steal him from under Ron and my noses, think again! You'll never mean anything to Harry! You're just some sex tool.", she screamed. Hermione's face was red with excitement. Genesis stood stock still, her hair still dripping wet, hung in her eyes. She reached over, swiftly slapped Hermione across the face before turning her back and pulling the curtains around her bed. Genesis lay on her bed, hugging her Phoenix cloak, listening to Hermione ranting on outside. She could tell that numerous curses had been thrown at her, but anything within a two meter perimeter around her bed and belongings thrown at her would be rebounded. The racket sounded something like, Hermione having a serious attack of blood seizure, mixed with hysterical screams, and slow burning. Genesis snuggled deeper in her bed and fell asleep.
Only two days left until the Halloween Ball. Genesis and Harry had promised each other to arrive single and spend the entire time together. Ron had badgered Harry about this so much that Harry had very well told him to 'sit down, shut up, and fuck off.' Of course, Hermione wasn't pleased about it at all, and told Harry so to his face, with the addition of several slaps. Genesis had arrived on scene, and blocked the actions before any could land on Harry. Hermione glared at the girl.
"It's all you! Everything was okay before you came! You ruined our friendship, you ruined a poor boys life!", she screamed. Harry lunged forward and grabbing hold of her wrist and Ron's, pushed them out of the Head Boy dorm. Hermione was cursing blue murder, while Genesis just stood and stared, contemplating the cruelties that Hermione had just pitched at her.
Harry returned from his job to find her still standing. He took her hand and squeezed it. "Don't worry, Genesis. She doesn't know anything. You haven't ruined anyone's life."
Genesis still stood there, and after a while, shook her head and sank onto Harry's bed. "Well, she did hit a nerve there.", she whispered and buried her head in pillows. Harry sat down beside her and patted her head. "You know Harry, sometimes I think that living is a mistake. Sometimes, I don't know why I was chosen to be the Dark Eve. It's strange isn't it?", she said hollowly. Genesis looked up at Harry with imploring eyes, she looked so perfectly pitiful. She was frail. All the statuesque beauty and pride and wisdom that she usually wore fell to pieces as she sat so vulnerable on Harry's bed. Harry swept her into a deep hug.
"Genesis, Genesis... there are too many things in this world that don't have explanations. It's right though. You can feel it deep inside, you are meant to be you.", he rubbed her back, bringing out strangled sobs that the girl had so long hidden deep within herself mind. "Shhh...", he hushed as the sobs grew more agitated. Genesis' head had made a convenient pillow of Harry's stomach.
A good sobbing session later, Genesis wiped her eyes and stood up. Harry gave her a last squeeze before Genesis strode out of the room. She looked back once, and the tears started forming up in her eyes again. Harry felt a pang of annoyance at first. Trelawney did that all the time, but the way Genesis looked at him made him feel all warn and mushy inside. "Hold on, girl.", she said to her retreating back, before closing the door and heading to the bathroom.
Harry soaked himself in the shower, swimming around in the bubbles in the bathroom. He was still contemplating the problem of Genesis' "mate". Exactly who, or what was he... the curiosity was quite powerful, as he was continuously tempted to just kiss the truth out of her. But... it just wasn't as simple as that. Harry sighed a muffled, discontent sigh, and dunked himself into the bubbly water.
Genesis too was in the shower, but she was brief about it. Hermione proved to be a tyrant when it came to shower domination. She had quite rudely screamed through the heavy oak doors at the "bitch-in-black" that was soaking her worries away in the tub. Genesis was acutely aware that she had the ability to curse Hermione into the next dimension... that would be fun, and Genesis had picked up her wand before her conscience forced it back onto the ledge. She heaved herself out of the tub, dripping head to toe with soap suds, with her hair still shampooed, piled high on her head. Genesis cranked the water up on high to drown out the noise of Hermione's voice. She stepped out of the bathroom stall a whiles later, quite clean, and ready to face an angry Hermione. Hermione however, had decided to recline on the sofa with a book. It snapped shut when Genesis approached her. Hermione glared up at Genesis.
"You,", Hermione hissed, "better watch out. Anything strange, or abnormal that happens to Harry will rebound on to you. Bitch-in-black, how the hell do you exactly think you are? Some type of Antichrist that can walk around doing whatever you want? Well, let me tell you something, Harry has been my friend since first year, and if you think you can come in here in the middle of seventh year and steal him from under Ron and my noses, think again! You'll never mean anything to Harry! You're just some sex tool.", she screamed. Hermione's face was red with excitement. Genesis stood stock still, her hair still dripping wet, hung in her eyes. She reached over, swiftly slapped Hermione across the face before turning her back and pulling the curtains around her bed. Genesis lay on her bed, hugging her Phoenix cloak, listening to Hermione ranting on outside. She could tell that numerous curses had been thrown at her, but anything within a two meter perimeter around her bed and belongings thrown at her would be rebounded. The racket sounded something like, Hermione having a serious attack of blood seizure, mixed with hysterical screams, and slow burning. Genesis snuggled deeper in her bed and fell asleep.