A/N: for once I have got off my bum and done a second chapter for one of my
stories.and for once I actually do know where I am taking this :P ne ways
read and PLEASE review (
D/C: I don't own any of the "Harry Potter" characters or any of the settings for that matter, the plot is mine and that about it.
-=Tiny Teddy=-
I rushed to her side like I was in a some pathetic muggle romance movie. I was so scared that I had hurt her, she wasn't moving and I couldn't see if she was breathing or not. I lent over her to get a better look (I must admit, she looked pretty darn hott lying there and I had a perfect view of everything if you get my drift) just as she moved her head to one side. I moved back as she opened her beautiful brown eyes to lock with mine.
"Huh?" She asked still disoriented form her fall. "Shhh, stays still, don't talk." I told her while looking for other injuries, "My ankle." She whispered, pointing towards her leg. I shifted my weight and slid down besides her. "Tell me if this hurts, ok?" I told her while ignoring my elbow and pushing slightly on her right ankle. She shook her head and I moved to her other leg and repeated the process. She bent her knee in response and screwed up her gorgeous face. My heart melted. She was so beautiful lying there: her big brown eyes screwed up, face pained, moaning in agony. I shook my self mentally and asked her if she could sit up but she only shook her head. Thinking that if I paid to much attention to her upper half I would get distracted, so I focused it all on her ankle. I took off her "Borders" skate shoes and began to masserge her ankle. Slowly she began to register what I was doing but mad no effort to stop me. I looked down at her feeling my eyes linger, and instantly went a bright shade of red that didn't go with my pail complexion and properly made me look like a friggin tomato! I couldn't help it, I started to shake uncontrollably and breathing really heavy. Ok now Drake, calm down.its all good all the time! Got it!
"Well its not broken but I wouldn't say it wasn't sprained. Come on." I said my voice shaking slightly. I took my hands away wiping them on my robes, and then offered to help her up. I was shaking, I could feel it. I didn't know where to touch her, if touch her delicate frame at all.
In the end she had her arm around my neck and was limping along beside me. I looked over at her, she was trying very hard not to make any noise, and her face screwed up every time she stood on her sprained ankle. Acting on an impulse I bent down, picking her up with ease and started to carry her to the hospital wing. She started to struggle against me but all I could do was hold her closer and eventually she calm down, resting her head on my shoulder. She seemed to still be a bit dizzy form her fall; suddenly I felt a huge prang of guilt. It was me who had run around the corner and it was me who in turn pushed her down.
Looking down on her I felt all my problems run away, except for that sudden burst of guilt that had found it way into my stomach and was not going away anytime soon. I wanted to say I was sorry, but the words wouldn't come out. I wanted to apologize for what I had done in the past to her and her family, but my voice refused to work. I just wanted to say that everything would be all right, but I couldn't say it, I couldn't say any of it because I was a coward! Looking up I focused on the hall ahead of us trying like crazy not to do anything stupid.
D/C: I don't own any of the "Harry Potter" characters or any of the settings for that matter, the plot is mine and that about it.
-=Tiny Teddy=-
I rushed to her side like I was in a some pathetic muggle romance movie. I was so scared that I had hurt her, she wasn't moving and I couldn't see if she was breathing or not. I lent over her to get a better look (I must admit, she looked pretty darn hott lying there and I had a perfect view of everything if you get my drift) just as she moved her head to one side. I moved back as she opened her beautiful brown eyes to lock with mine.
"Huh?" She asked still disoriented form her fall. "Shhh, stays still, don't talk." I told her while looking for other injuries, "My ankle." She whispered, pointing towards her leg. I shifted my weight and slid down besides her. "Tell me if this hurts, ok?" I told her while ignoring my elbow and pushing slightly on her right ankle. She shook her head and I moved to her other leg and repeated the process. She bent her knee in response and screwed up her gorgeous face. My heart melted. She was so beautiful lying there: her big brown eyes screwed up, face pained, moaning in agony. I shook my self mentally and asked her if she could sit up but she only shook her head. Thinking that if I paid to much attention to her upper half I would get distracted, so I focused it all on her ankle. I took off her "Borders" skate shoes and began to masserge her ankle. Slowly she began to register what I was doing but mad no effort to stop me. I looked down at her feeling my eyes linger, and instantly went a bright shade of red that didn't go with my pail complexion and properly made me look like a friggin tomato! I couldn't help it, I started to shake uncontrollably and breathing really heavy. Ok now Drake, calm down.its all good all the time! Got it!
"Well its not broken but I wouldn't say it wasn't sprained. Come on." I said my voice shaking slightly. I took my hands away wiping them on my robes, and then offered to help her up. I was shaking, I could feel it. I didn't know where to touch her, if touch her delicate frame at all.
In the end she had her arm around my neck and was limping along beside me. I looked over at her, she was trying very hard not to make any noise, and her face screwed up every time she stood on her sprained ankle. Acting on an impulse I bent down, picking her up with ease and started to carry her to the hospital wing. She started to struggle against me but all I could do was hold her closer and eventually she calm down, resting her head on my shoulder. She seemed to still be a bit dizzy form her fall; suddenly I felt a huge prang of guilt. It was me who had run around the corner and it was me who in turn pushed her down.
Looking down on her I felt all my problems run away, except for that sudden burst of guilt that had found it way into my stomach and was not going away anytime soon. I wanted to say I was sorry, but the words wouldn't come out. I wanted to apologize for what I had done in the past to her and her family, but my voice refused to work. I just wanted to say that everything would be all right, but I couldn't say it, I couldn't say any of it because I was a coward! Looking up I focused on the hall ahead of us trying like crazy not to do anything stupid.