I woke up in my school robes. When did I fall asleep? Why didn't I
change? Why isn't this my bed? I sat up and stretched. As I looked
around I realized I didn't recognize this room at all. I searched my mind
for what I remembered. I remembered the herbal room. I remember the words
"half vampire" I remember crying. I remember falling asleep-on Potter.
Where had I been taken to? I heard a yawn come from the left corner. I
turned to face Potter after a night's rest. And he has the ability to look
good in the morning, why? Did I just think that? Oh.my.word I'm falling
in love with that bitch of a bastard.
HA! I still think of him as a bitch of a bastard. I am sa-afe.
"Good morning," he said, pulling on his glasses.
"Morning."
"Don't do that anymore, all right? I can't sleep on the couch that frequently or else it starts to hurt."
"You could have taken me to my room."
"And have a bunch of girls throw heavy things at me like shoes and make up kits. You must be crazy."
"They wouldn't throw stuff at you, they like you."
"Don't think I forgot why," he got up. What was he talking about? Oh. Skye. Damn her.
"You know, not all girls are like Skye," I said, falling him to the refrigerator where he pulled out milk and.doughnuts?
"Probably not." He got glasses out of a cabinet and put them on a table. I noticed that he wasn't looking at me.
"Do you have a brush?"
"No." He poured milk in each glass.
"Where are we?"
"In a room," he said as he took plates and put two glazed doughnuts on each.
"Well, yes." What's his problem? He went to what looked like a closet and pulled out a shirt and an over shirt.
"Start eating," he opened a side room door and disappeared behind it. I sad down and took a doughnut. Something I haven't had since I left the muggle world. It tasted very, very, very good. I finished it quickly and licked the frosting off my lips. De-li-cious. Doughnuts are a delicacy, or at least they should be. I took the second and dipped it in the milk to soften it. He came out of the side room which I'm assuming is a bathroom since his hair was soaked and he looked freshly dressed. I didn't say anything as I continued to eat the doughnut.
He took a seat across from me and began eating, not acknowledging my existence.
"You know, it's rude to not pay any attention to your guests." He remained silent. "James, look at me." He sighed and complied with what I had asked, but his eyes would not meet mine. "James..Something or another Potter look at me," I demanded. He looked me in the eye. "Good. Thank you for breakfast and introducing me to your lovely.thing."
"Whatever."
"Are you scared of me?"
"No. Yes. Maybe," he concluded.
"Meaning.?" "Evans, you're not frightening. You're the type of person I could squash like a bug if I put my mind to it. I'm not scared of you as a person, nor am I scared of your personality or mood swings or anything of that sort."
"Then?"
"I'm scared of you toying with me. Goddamn it, no more questions." I sat silent at his outburst. He downed his glass of milk while looking at the plate on which the doughnuts once sat. His glasses slowly fell off of his face and both of the lenses cracked when they landed on his plate. He didn't flinch or utter a word. He just.glared.
"James?"
"What?"
"What do you mean you're scared of me toying with you?"
"I mean, Lily Evans, that you have some unexplainable control over me sometimes, and I won't allow it." I looked at him and he looked back, almost daring me to do something about his decision.
I didn't know what to do or say. His eyes held mine, but at the same time practically forced me to look away, and yet I wouldn't. I could steal another kiss, but that's foul play. I stared back, until finally I couldn't help but turn away from him.
"Thank you," he whispered. I'm not sure whether or not he expected me to hear. "Do you want another doughnut or something?" His sudden change in personality didn't shock me.
"No. Thank you. I just want to leave before we're late to class."
"We have thirty minutes, but here." He went to the furthest right point of the room and traced something in the air. A doorway appeared and I flounced out. He followed quietly, pondering something or another. He went towards the potions room. When I got to the Commons a bunch of girls crowded around me.
"Where were you last night?"
"Yeah. You never came back from detention."
"And Potter never came back either."
The crowd gasped.
"How was it?"
"How was what?" I asked angrily.
"Potter.in bed. Duh."
"I wouldn't know," I muttered.
"So you didn't.."
"Of course not," I said clearly. Whispers raced through the room.
"Then where were you both?"
"Yeah!"
"Where'd you go?"
"YEAH!"
"Why didn't you come back?"
"Why are you in wrinkled clothes that you wore yesterday?" More whispers.
"Why did Charlotte see him carry you in?" Gasps and whispers.
"Look. We didn't do anything. I don't do things with ugly pricks."
"But he's not an ugly prick," one girl piped.
"YEAH!" the crowd cheered.
"Just go to hell and rot." I pushed past them and went to take a shower. He carried me? Well, he had to, but to have it verbalized made me wonder how he held me, and other things I'm not supposed to be asking at my age. I'm not old enough to care about such things. I got out of the hot shower and changed into shorts and a tank top. Hogwarts doesn't require us to wear our robes every day of the week any more which is a relief to those who care about how the look. To the others, like me, it's just a chance to wear something without something on top. I checked my schedule to make sure I would be going to the right place. Potions with those lovely Slytherins. I walked there calmly and slid into my desk beside Kylie.
"Where were you?" she whispered.
"Tell you later," I said softly as the teacher started to talk. James, the most avid student in the class, was able to answer everything thrown at us and awarded Gryffindor with twenty points. Why did I hate him? I caught myself looking at him frequently, but his attention was always on the teacher. Ms. Mariche. Slytherin's head teacher. Many people focused in her class, but most of them the male population. The girls liked her too because she was nice enough for a Slytherin and she was always helpful when one needed it. She didn't favor Malfoy because he was a rich little prat or anything of that sort.
HA! I still think of him as a bitch of a bastard. I am sa-afe.
"Good morning," he said, pulling on his glasses.
"Morning."
"Don't do that anymore, all right? I can't sleep on the couch that frequently or else it starts to hurt."
"You could have taken me to my room."
"And have a bunch of girls throw heavy things at me like shoes and make up kits. You must be crazy."
"They wouldn't throw stuff at you, they like you."
"Don't think I forgot why," he got up. What was he talking about? Oh. Skye. Damn her.
"You know, not all girls are like Skye," I said, falling him to the refrigerator where he pulled out milk and.doughnuts?
"Probably not." He got glasses out of a cabinet and put them on a table. I noticed that he wasn't looking at me.
"Do you have a brush?"
"No." He poured milk in each glass.
"Where are we?"
"In a room," he said as he took plates and put two glazed doughnuts on each.
"Well, yes." What's his problem? He went to what looked like a closet and pulled out a shirt and an over shirt.
"Start eating," he opened a side room door and disappeared behind it. I sad down and took a doughnut. Something I haven't had since I left the muggle world. It tasted very, very, very good. I finished it quickly and licked the frosting off my lips. De-li-cious. Doughnuts are a delicacy, or at least they should be. I took the second and dipped it in the milk to soften it. He came out of the side room which I'm assuming is a bathroom since his hair was soaked and he looked freshly dressed. I didn't say anything as I continued to eat the doughnut.
He took a seat across from me and began eating, not acknowledging my existence.
"You know, it's rude to not pay any attention to your guests." He remained silent. "James, look at me." He sighed and complied with what I had asked, but his eyes would not meet mine. "James..Something or another Potter look at me," I demanded. He looked me in the eye. "Good. Thank you for breakfast and introducing me to your lovely.thing."
"Whatever."
"Are you scared of me?"
"No. Yes. Maybe," he concluded.
"Meaning.?" "Evans, you're not frightening. You're the type of person I could squash like a bug if I put my mind to it. I'm not scared of you as a person, nor am I scared of your personality or mood swings or anything of that sort."
"Then?"
"I'm scared of you toying with me. Goddamn it, no more questions." I sat silent at his outburst. He downed his glass of milk while looking at the plate on which the doughnuts once sat. His glasses slowly fell off of his face and both of the lenses cracked when they landed on his plate. He didn't flinch or utter a word. He just.glared.
"James?"
"What?"
"What do you mean you're scared of me toying with you?"
"I mean, Lily Evans, that you have some unexplainable control over me sometimes, and I won't allow it." I looked at him and he looked back, almost daring me to do something about his decision.
I didn't know what to do or say. His eyes held mine, but at the same time practically forced me to look away, and yet I wouldn't. I could steal another kiss, but that's foul play. I stared back, until finally I couldn't help but turn away from him.
"Thank you," he whispered. I'm not sure whether or not he expected me to hear. "Do you want another doughnut or something?" His sudden change in personality didn't shock me.
"No. Thank you. I just want to leave before we're late to class."
"We have thirty minutes, but here." He went to the furthest right point of the room and traced something in the air. A doorway appeared and I flounced out. He followed quietly, pondering something or another. He went towards the potions room. When I got to the Commons a bunch of girls crowded around me.
"Where were you last night?"
"Yeah. You never came back from detention."
"And Potter never came back either."
The crowd gasped.
"How was it?"
"How was what?" I asked angrily.
"Potter.in bed. Duh."
"I wouldn't know," I muttered.
"So you didn't.."
"Of course not," I said clearly. Whispers raced through the room.
"Then where were you both?"
"Yeah!"
"Where'd you go?"
"YEAH!"
"Why didn't you come back?"
"Why are you in wrinkled clothes that you wore yesterday?" More whispers.
"Why did Charlotte see him carry you in?" Gasps and whispers.
"Look. We didn't do anything. I don't do things with ugly pricks."
"But he's not an ugly prick," one girl piped.
"YEAH!" the crowd cheered.
"Just go to hell and rot." I pushed past them and went to take a shower. He carried me? Well, he had to, but to have it verbalized made me wonder how he held me, and other things I'm not supposed to be asking at my age. I'm not old enough to care about such things. I got out of the hot shower and changed into shorts and a tank top. Hogwarts doesn't require us to wear our robes every day of the week any more which is a relief to those who care about how the look. To the others, like me, it's just a chance to wear something without something on top. I checked my schedule to make sure I would be going to the right place. Potions with those lovely Slytherins. I walked there calmly and slid into my desk beside Kylie.
"Where were you?" she whispered.
"Tell you later," I said softly as the teacher started to talk. James, the most avid student in the class, was able to answer everything thrown at us and awarded Gryffindor with twenty points. Why did I hate him? I caught myself looking at him frequently, but his attention was always on the teacher. Ms. Mariche. Slytherin's head teacher. Many people focused in her class, but most of them the male population. The girls liked her too because she was nice enough for a Slytherin and she was always helpful when one needed it. She didn't favor Malfoy because he was a rich little prat or anything of that sort.