Just One of Those Days: Part Two
Chapter Three
~*~Angel~*~
Last time:
"I'd say so," a voice from behind him said. One that I knew so well, but wasn't expecting to hear until later. And there, following my dad, stood the infamous James Potter and Dominic Weasley.
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James' POV:
I saw Tory's mouth widen into a huge smile as she said, "Jamie! Nic! What are you two doing here? I thought you weren't getting in until Monday!" she said embracing us each with a hug. I smiled back. I loved Tory to death, which was the only reason I let her call me 'Jamie' and she was the only one. I didn't mind hearing it leave her lips, but I certainly hated it when someone else tried to pull something like that. But, as I said, I loved Tory to pieces, she was one of my best friends, along with Dominic. I had known Tory the minute she was born on Thursday, August sixth at 6:49 at night. My birthday was in March, on the 27th actually, so I had learned of Victoria Malfoy's birth the moment it had happened (Dominic's birthday, for all those how are wondering, is on March 22—we often end up having joint parties because they're so close).
"We convinced Uncle Ron to let us use Floo powder and come early!" I explained.
"Well, goody, goody, I mean after all who doesn't want to hang out with Potty and his miserable gang of friends?" a voice drawled from behind us.
I looked to see the one and only Garrett Zabini walk out from the store Tory just left. I shot him a look, "What do you want Zabini?" I asked. Dominic took a step forward, he was rather protective of Tory, much like I was. As much as she hated the idea of being protected, neither Nic nor I were about to allow this arrogant git get her upset, which he so easily did.
Tory's dad, whom I had grown to call Uncle Draco (though not in class, then I of course call him Professor), looked at Garrett warningly, "I think it best if you left Mr. Zabini…" he advised.
Garrett looked at him with utter most disgust, "The term hasn't started yet, so I have no problems saying this to you. My father and I each used to respect you Draco Malfoy, you had a lot going for your name," he looked to my Aunt Hermione, "Then you had to go and marry this despicable mudblood wench and give life to a pathetic halfblood, who's almost as bad as her mother. It's really too bad that you had to waste the good fortune you once had…" he said, smirking as he finished.
It took only Tory to hold Nic and I back, but Aunt Hermione stepped in any way, "Boys, behave…" she warned us.
Uncle Draco stepped forward, "Garrett, as it's not the start of the term, I also have no problems doing this," he said, raising his wand and with a flick there was a loud BANG! And in Garrett's place was sandy blond ferret; Uncle Draco picked him up and began bouncing him in his hand. "Old Mad-Eye would sure the irony in this situation, wouldn't he Hermione?" he asked. He then became very serious, he held out his wand and began bouncing him magically, very high in the air, "Never—do—that—again—" he said, speaking each word as the ferret hit the cobble stone street and then bounced upward again. It took every ounce of self-control I had not to burst out laughing. Finally after a little bit more squealing from the ferret, Uncle Draco flicked his wand and with a loud snap, the ferret turned back into Garrett Zabini.
Garrett's eyes were filled with tears of pain and I'm sure humiliation as he said, "You won't get away with this!" he threatened.
"Won't I?" Uncle Draco said nonchalantly. "I suppose we'll have to see about that, won't we?" he added, knowing full well that he might be spoken to by McGonagall, but other then that, no harm would come.
Garrett sent him one more menacing glare then shoved past us, whispering to me alone, "You may want to watch your precious Tory a little more closely from now on! This isn't something I'll forget lightly…" and then with that, he was gone. I knew that he would hold true to his word, he wouldn't easily forget what just happened today and knowing him, he'd get back at the one closest to Draco and that was obviously Tory. But I wouldn't let that egotistical bastard touch one hair on her head. So he could just try.
Hermione was laughing, so were Dominic and Tory, Draco and I just smiled, "You know dear…" Aunt Hermione began. "You really shouldn't have done that…it wasn't right with Moody did it and you could have hurt him…" she said, but even so, she was still smiling.
"Aunt Herm, don't you ruin the moment for me! That's something I want to fix in my memory forever…" Dominic said, closing his eyes as if he was dreaming, an uplifted expression on his face, "Garrett Zabini, the amazing bouncing ferret…"
Hermione laughed the most from that comment, "You are just like your father," she commented.
"Why?" Draco asked, stifling a laugh
"Because," she replied. "That's exactly what Ron said when Moody did that to you."
Tory and I each dropped our jaws, "You got turned into a ferret!?" she asked in disbelief. I was thinking the same thing.
"By who? Who's Moody?" I asked.
Draco smiled, "Mad-Eye Moody was one of the greatest Aurors of his time. In my fourth year at Hogwarts, he turned me into a ferret at school because I attacked your father from behind," he said, looking to me. "Moody got upset that I'd even think of attacking someone from behind and decided Transfiguration was the best punishment. McGonagall didn't seem to agree and she was the one to turn me back."
Dominic, whom I figured was going to make some comment about attacking my Dad, instead said, "What color ferret were you?" he asked, smiling as his own imagination got the best of him.
Tory slapped her hand to her forehead, "You're such a twit," she said, but laughing all the same.
Uncle Draco smiled, "White," he answered.
Dominic burst out laughing.
The Three Broomsticks
The three of us sat together of course, Uncle Draco and Aunt Hermione had gone off to some other stores to get a couple things un-school related. "You know," Tory began, taking a sip of her gillywater, a beverage I could personally never stand. "I've read about Moody before…" she said.
"Where?" I asked, looking up from my Quidditch magazine I had bought moments earlier.
She thought for a moment, "Doing some light reading in the library—" Dominic snorted. "—In Hogwarts, A History, the newly re-written version. Back when Mum should have been in her forth year, Barty Crouch disguised himself as Alastor Moody, aka 'Mad-Eye'. It was the beginning of Voldemort's rise," Dominic flinched at the sound of the Dark Lord's name. He still insisted on calling him You-Know-Who. My dad had always told me that fear of a name increases fear of the thing itself. He insisted that I never address the Dark Lord as He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, or any of those other silly titles. His name was Voldemort and that was that. But it always surprised me to hear Tory say it without a moment's hesitation. There aren't many at Hogwarts, or in the wizarding world for that matter, who could do it. "There was more to it, but I don't think you guys want to hear about it…" she said, and while I was partially interested, I could tell that Dominic might just fall asleep.
"Tory, tell me about it later today or tomorrow, all right?" I said, receiving a smile of appreciation from her. "Hey, I just remembered…" I began. "I was talking with Dad and he says that Oliver Wood might be making an appearance at school, you know, to help with the team and all!" I said excitedly. Oliver Wood was an amazing Quidditch player and went on to play for the Chudley Cannons (Uncle Ron's favorite team). Before Tory, they had said that Wood was the best keeper in all of history, but Tory being as modest as she was would never admit the fact that she was just as good, if not better.
Dominic's jaw dropped, "You're kidding!? Blimey, are you serious? That's ruddy spectacular!" he said in awe, still chewing idly on his piece of cake. "Oliver Wood…" he went on. "He's amazing, I hope he can give me a few tips on being a Beater, I know that wasn't his position, but he knew everything any way, so I'm sure he'll have something useful for me! Think he'll help with the decision of captain?" he asked, looking to Tory now. "You know you're the top choice Tory! If you didn't get it, it'd be a bloody shame! Not to mention, the dumbest decision in all of Gryffindor history!" Nic said, over-exaggerating a little bit too much.
Tory just laughed, "Thanks Nic, but I think I have just as much of a chance as you or James. Besides, I don't have time for all that responsibility!" she said, and even though she was trying to convince herself, she didn't have Dominic or me fooled. We each knew she wanted captain more than anything.
I smiled, "Right Tory, sure, whatever you say, but we both know that you'd be good for the job!" I said.
"Spanking good!" Dominic agreed, causing Tory to laugh.
"Thanks, and yeah, I want the job, but it's not like I'm going to get into a tiff about it! It is just captain after all, and I still have two more years!" she said, looking for a waitress. "I'm quite hungry…" she added more to herself than to us.
"Try this," a deep voice said from my left. We turned to see Orlando Weasley, Fred's son (we call him Orli). He had a chocolate frog in hand.
Tory went slightly crimson, she had a bit of a crush on the certain seventh year, "Hey Orli! How are you? How's your dad and Aunt Angelina?" she asked smiling, accepting the candy.
Orlando sent her a wink, I personally thought that he had been sweet on her since she walked into Hogwarts on the first day, but he was much too shy to ask her out, "They're good and they send their love. Oh, by the way, have you seen Warren?" he asked, looking around for his twin brother.
Orlando and Warren were carbon images of each other. Orlando was tall, attractive, and sweet, at least that's what all the girls said. He played Quidditch with us, both Warren and he were Chasers. The only difference between the two were the color of their eyes. Warren had dark chocolate eyes and Orli had the same green eyes as me.
Dominic shook his head nonchalantly, "Nope, haven't seen hide nor hair. Why are you guys here so early? Usually no body comes to Diagon this early in the year," he said, finishing off his cake.
Orli nodded, "Yeah, I know, I was real surprised to see you, James, and Tory here so early, not to mention that I bumped into Zabini and the Slytherin whores Dove and Grace…" he said, scowling somewhat at the mention of their names. "But Warren and I came early because Dad said that the latest brooms were out, Lightening RFB2's, I heard!" he was beaming at the thought.
Tory suddenly forgot that he was her crush and burst into conversation, "I know! I heard about that too! They're supposed to be really fast! Amazing, I heard! Great for agility and fast turns! We should look into getting one for Elijah!" she said. Elijah Jordan (Lee Jordan's son) was the Gryffindor seeker and was in desperate need for a new broom. He had a Firebolt and while that was the broom Dad had when he went to school, it was completely out dated. Oddly enough, though, Elijah did a spectacular job as seeker and always managed to catch the Snitch (he was a fifth year, like us, by the way).
Orlando nodded, "Good idea, he needs a new one any way, besides, dad's been making loads of money from his joke shop, ever since they went worldwide! I bet we could all pitch in!" he suggested.
I nodded, "Yeah, Dad and Mum probably wouldn't mind helping out!" I said.
Dominic gave us all cross looks, "If you all feel the need to buy Elijah a new broom you could get me one in the process!" he said, a bit annoyed. Oh yeah, Elijah and Dominic didn't get along very well. Elijah was completely taken with Tory (most of the Gryffindor boys are…) and has been since they met. But he and Nic had a bad first encounter and Nic's hated him ever since.
But as previously stated, most boys in Gryffindor were a little taken with Tory. I wasn't surprised, of course, Tory was bloody gorgeous. She was smart, sarcastic, sexy, and sassy all rolled into one. And it wasn't just the Gryffindor boys, a few from Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, even Slytherin, had their eyes on her. I don't think Tory noticed though. She never really seemed to notice how much boys looked at her, or even how pretty she was, for that matter. She always insisted that she wasn't anything special. That was a mystery to me, how could she not possibly notice?
I personally, didn't have a crush on her; while she was physically attractive and although the thought had crossed my mind once or twice, Tory was like a sister to me, and that was all. The same, for the most part, holds true to Dominic as well. I think he thinks of her as only a friend, but sometimes it's hard to tell, like when he gets jealous of Elijah or Orlando…then I'm not always sure.
Tory smiled at Dominic, "Nic, come on, you know that Elijah can't possibly stay Seeker with that old Firebolt of his! Not to mention the only reason he still has that out-dated flying monstrosity is because his dad can't afford to get him a new one!" she said, ending her comments with a stern 'don't-even-think-of-arguing-back' look.
Dominic sighed, "Whatever…it's obvious you all feel the need to get him one, so I might as well help…" he said, giving in.
We all smiled, "Thanks…so how much do they cost?" Tory asked.
"Loads…" Orli said with a sigh.
"Price is on request…" I said, sighing with Orlando.
"Might as well go and see!" a cheery voice piped up. It was Warren. "Hello all!" he said, smiling quite a bit.
Tory jumped off her seat and gave him a hug, "'Lo Warren! How have you been?" she asked, embracing him lovingly.
"I've been good, love! What about you?" he asked. Aside from Tory's Mum and Dad, he was the only one who could call her 'love' and live to tell about it.
They exchanged a kiss on the cheek, "Everything's been fine! We were just going to see how much the new Lightening RFB2's would cost," she said, dragging him out of the Three Broomsticks by the hand. I noted that Orlando looked a bit resentful that Warren was getting more affection from Tory than he was. But, nonetheless, he got up with the rest of us and followed the excited brunette to Quality Quidditch Supplies. "There it is!" Tory said, pointing the broom on display. "It's a beauty, isn't it?" she said in admiration.
Warren nodded, "It is…" he voice trailed as he stared in awe. "Come on, let's find out how much it would cost!" he said, rushing into the store. To our great surprise Aunt Hermione and Uncle Draco were already in the store.
"Mum? Dad? What are you guys doing here?" Tory asked.
Hermione turned a light shade of red, "I could ask the same thing…" she said, evading the question.
Tory sent her mother a look, "Mum…what's going on?" she asked austerely.
Uncle Draco gave a sigh of defeat, "You know Tory, this was going to be a very early birthday present, or Christmas present, whichever you prefer, but now that you've caught us, you might as well know…" he said with a hint of mischievous. With that, he unwrapped the package that was behind his back. I could see Tory's face slowly light up. And just as we had all guessed, in his hands was a Lightening RFB2, the best racing broom in the wizarding world.
Tory was speechless (not something that often happened), but she lunged forward and gave each of her parents an enormous huge. Finally she said, "You guys are the best!"
Hermione laughed, "We know. Well, Merry Christmas or Happy Birthday, whichever," she said, sending her daughter a wink.
"What are you guys doing here?" Draco asked again.
"Oh, well, we were going to see how much the Lightening cost," I explained.
"Loads…" Hermione replied. "Many, many Galleons…"
"Oh…" I said, looking just as depressed as Orlando, Warren, and Tory.
"Why?" Hermione asked.
"Well, Elijah needs a new broom, he still has the Firebolt," I said. "But you know that he doesn't have enough money to afford a new one. So we thought that we'd pitch in and try to buy it for him. He does do a bloody good job as Seeker and he deserves to have a better broom."
Draco nodded, "Yeah, I can see what you mean…" he agreed. "I suppose there'd be no harm in us helping out, what do you think 'Mione?" he asked, giving her a nudge with his elbow.
She thought about it for a moment, then said, "Yeah, alright, we'll pitch in too."
I smiled, "Thanks Aunt Hermione!"
A store clerk came over to us, "May I help you?" he asked, his tone quite snooty. He was a tall, lanky man with greased back black hair, a pointed nose and pursed lips. His nametag read "Stan."
Tory looked as if she disliked him from the get-go, "Yes, we'd like to know how much the Lightening RFB2 would cost," she stated in a very business-like tone.
Stan raised a lip in distaste to all of us, "For you? Four hundred and fifty to five hundred Galleons…" he said smirking a bit at the look of shock on our faces.
"That's outrageous!" Tory said in a huff.
"That's the best you'll be getting!" he shot back.
"You pompous, over-grown git! That's bloody outrageous! No one's going to pay that much!" she was getting quite angry.
Hermione put a hand on her daughter's shoulder, "Calm down dear," she said evenly. Stan looked very surprised that Hermione Malfoy was addressing this girl in such a way. Hermione looked to him, "Stan this is my daughter Victoria…" she explained. Her tone was friendly, not a hint of sarcasm, but I still got the feeling that that was an underlining threat.
He nodded nervously, his arrogance seemed to disappear, "Oh! Oh of course! I couldn't tell at first glance!" he said timidly, he was starting to sweat. "Well, Miss Malfoy, for you I believe that we can bring the price down to, oh say…two hundred?" he asked, trying to sound much nicer than before. Tory shot him a look that told him instantly it was still too high. "Oh! Oh dear, what was I thinking? Two hundred? I'm sorry, I meant to say one hundred!" he said a bit too quickly.
Tory thought for a moment, "Seventy-five…" she said warningly. The clerk looked quite shocked, but she spoke up before he could. "That way Mum and Dad don't need to worry about paying for another broom," she looked to us, "We can each pay fifteen Galleons for it."
Stan was a bit taken back at such a low price, especially for the Lightening, but he didn't seem to want to risk getting Tory angry and therefore upsetting Aunt Hermione as well. "Alright, a fair price," he said, swallowing hard.
"And each of my friends wishes for a Lightening as well, I don't want them paying more than fifty Galleons for it!" she said authoritatively, taking advantage of the situation.
"Fifty!?" he looked as if he was going to go into shock at any moment.
"Fifty," she repeated.
I smiled, okay, so this wasn't the nicest thing to do to this guy, but he was an ass, he gets what he deserves. Serves him right, trying to sell it for the colossal price of five hundred Galleons!
Stan paled a considerable amount, but in the end he agreed to sell us each a Lightening RFB2 for fifty Galleons. Not to mention that we also only had to add an additional fifteen Galleons for Elijah's broom. Stan bid us a good afternoon as we left the store, the man looked insipid.
"Tory I can't believe that just happened!" Dominic said, holding onto his new broom as if dropping it would cause the end of the world.
Tory smiled, then looked to her mother, "Yeah, but Mum? Why did he get so frightened when you said I was your daughter?" she asked obviously perplexed.
Aunt Hermione smiled, almost wickedly, "He's running for a job at the Ministry, he's gotten the approval of everyone but me, so he was sucking up by doing that. I don't particularly like him, so I don't feel bad for what we just did," she explained.
"How much did you have to pay for Tory's broom, Aunt Hermione?" I asked.
She and Uncle Draco laughed, "Twenty Galleons."
A Week Later, Tuesday
Warren's POV:
We were staying at the Leaky Cauldron, Orlando and me, along with Tory, her Mum and Dad, James, and Dominic. Despite the fact that everyone's had a horrid encounter with Garrett Zabini, I haven't seen him at all this past week. Though, I was also hoping to keep it that way. I hated that bloody scoundrel—yes, yes, I use the word 'scoundrel'. Any way, I hated Zabini more than any one could imagine. That arrogant bastard worked to make our lives miserable, he didn't often succeed, but he tried.
My room was right next to Tory's, number nine. I was quite excited by that, I loved Tory, completely plutonic I swear, but the girl was my favorite person to be around. She was fun to flirt with, fun to be with, and wonderful to talk to, no matter what the situation. Besides, it pissed the hell out of my brother when I flirted with her! I knew Orlando liked her, that much was obvious, and she had told me a year ago that she liked him, but I personally didn't know if she still did. I think they'd be a cute couple, but I don't think it would last long. Don't ask me why, I just don't think it would.
I had just finished showering, a towel was wrapped around my head and I slipped on a pair of black boxers. When I walked into my main bedroom, I noted that Orlando was sitting on my four-poster bed. "In case you've forgotten, your room is upstairs, you're number thirty-eight," I reminded him with a smile.
He send me a look, "I know what room I am, I was just wondering…" his voice quieted and he was looking almost shy.
"Wondering what?" I prompted.
"IwawonderingifouandIouldswitchooms," he said so fast I couldn't understand him.
"What? You wanna repeat that? A little slower this time."
"I was wondering if you and I could switch rooms," he said slowly.
I had to stop myself from laughing, "Why would I want to do that, dear brother?" I asked, toying with him. I started to dry off my hair with the towel and began to think a bit off topic. I liked my hair, I really did, there was never any need to comb it, it was just going to get messy any way, but I looked good with it messy, it added to the odd coloring of. My roots essentially are a dark brown, but the rest of my hair is just like my dad's, red. It's really one of the more interesting things I've seen, if I do say so myself. Unfortunately, in my thinking about how dashingly good-looking I am, I missed Orlando's reasoning. "What did you say?" I asked, noticing that he looked quite annoyed that he had to repeat himself. I swear, for my twin, aside from looks, he's nothing like me. He really needs to loosen up a bit.
"I said, there's no reason, I just don't like being upstairs." Yeah, he was annoyed.
I smirked, "You just want a room next to Tory! What do you think is going to happen? You'll waltz in and sweep her off her feet, take her back to your room, then hop on the good foot and do the bad thing?" I said. But I wasn't finished, before he could yell at me I spoke up again. "Besides baby brother, I'm older and better looking than you any way, she'd naturally want to spend the night with me!"
He scowled, "You're 3.4 seconds older than me and we're twins, we look the same!" he said.
"Not true! Well, the 3.4 seconds part is, but we don't look the same! My eyes are brown and yours are green! And you have a birthmark behind your right ear and I don't!" I pointed out.
He rolled his eyes, "You're missing the point, Warren…" he said.
"Am I?" I asked very pleasantly.
"You are," he replied. "Look, just let me sleep in this room, you can have mine, besides, you'd be in between James and Dominic!" he said.
I didn't loose my smile, "Okay baby brother, you can have my room," I said back. His face light into a smile, but once again I cut him off before he could say 'thanks', "I'll just sleep in Tory's!" And with that I ran out my door in nothing but a towel on my head and a pair of boxers and ran into Tory's room, locking it immediately.
Tory screamed, I screamed, we both screamed and it wasn't for ice cream. She was standing there in nothing but an overly large towel wrapped around her body, "Warren! What are you doing here!?" she shrieked.
I turned around, "Sorry, love! Just running away from Orli, you know how annoying he can be, I was trying to take refuge in your room, didn't realize you weren't dressed!" I explained, still smiling.
I heard her laugh a little, "You're such a troublemaker Warren Weasley!" she said, giggling a little harder.
"And you're such a babe Victoria Malfoy!" I said smirking, knowing that she was blushing from such a comment.
"Wait there a second will you? I need to get changed," she said.
"Alright, love!"
With another giggle I heard her go back into the bathroom and the door shut. Just then there was a pounding on her room door, "Warren!? Warren are you in there?" It was Orli.
"Very good evaluation Captain Obvious!" I said sarcastically.
"Get out of there right this instant!" he shouted.
"No need to get angry Orli! Tory doesn't mind me being here!" I replied, knowing full well that the steam was rising from his ears as we spoke.
"Warren…" he said warningly.
"What? What are you going to do? Bust the door open?" I asked skeptically.
"I can unlock it easily enough!" he shot back.
"And you'll get expelled out of school for doing magic before the term starts!" I informed him.
The wheels in his head must have been turning because the only thing he said was, "You can't hide in there forever Warren, and I swear, when you get out I'm pounding your nose into the back of your head!" he threatened.
"Right, right, I'm dead meat, you're going to kill me slowly and painfully, disembowelment, I got it, the memo's been send and received, thank you for your time, have a nice day…" I said, waving it off, not that he could see that. With that I assumed he left. And my assumption was proved correct as I heard his, or rather, my door slam.
Tory emerged minutes later, "Who was banging at the door?" she asked.
"No body, wrong room," I said, plopping down on her bed.
She laughed, "Honestly, what am I going to do with you?" she asked, sitting down next to me.
I smiled, "You could pamper me, I wouldn't argue," I said.
She snorted, "Yeah, that'll happen!"
I laughed too, "So, tell me Tory…what's the deal with you and Orli?" I asked, suddenly serious. I wanted to know, did she like my bro or not?
She looked at me, obviously surprised, "I don't know Warren, I don't think Orlando's ever thought of me as anything but a friend, I know that you, James, and Dominic think other wise, but I don't…" she sounded a little sad at the thought.
I sighed, "I told you, love; he's head over heels for you, but he's way too shy, you know how he is," I said, looking at her. She really was quite remarkable, a real beauty this girl was. Deep, azure eyes that were simply breathtaking, dark brown hair with golden highlights (which was in a ponytail at this current point and time), a model's smile and a better-than-model's body. It was easy to understand why the boys, including Orli, were so in love with her. I looked to her lips, they were a pale pink, full, but not too much, and they looked so soft. I suddenly found myself wondering what it would be like to kiss those lips. The impulsive urge to run my fingers through her curly mane shot throughout my body. Hold on there, better be careful Warren, don't want to fall in love with your brother's almost-girlfriend.
"I don't think so…" she said. I suddenly began to notice everything about her, the way of pieces of her hair fell in front of her face because it was to short to be held back, the way she was running the nail of her pinky finger over her thumb in either nervousness, sadness, or both, the way she was chewing ever so slightly on her bottom lip. Oh dear, this wasn't good, I was beginning to notice her attire, which meant I was looking at her body, which meant I was checking her out. She had on a plain white t-shirt and a pair of short gray shorts, her long legs were bare and the way she was sitting on the bed next to me was unexpectedly seductive.
"Why not?" I asked, trying to get my mind out of the gutter. Remember Warren, you came here to put in a good word for Orli, not to set yourself up.
"Because, I don't know, you guys all look at me like I'm your little sister, Orli included, no one thinks of me as anything else…" she said, her eyes met mine and I can't explain why I did what I did.
My hand reached out and grazed her cheek, caressing it very lightly with my fingertips, "I wouldn't say that…" my voice trailed and I pulled her closer to me. Oh god, what was I doing? My mind screamed at me to stop, but the rest of me kept urging me onward. Her lips touched mine, slightly, nothing rough and passionate, but just a little bit. And if there was a God, no matter who may he be, I was thanking him a thousand times over for this one moment. I moved my lips coaxingly, inviting her to let herself go. I don't know if she realized it or not, but she opened her mouth ever so slightly. I smiled against her lips, allowing my own to caress hers more passionately. But I did not presume to let my tongue anywhere near the enticing crevasse made by her barely parted lips. After what seemed like an eternity in heaven, she pulled away. I looked at her with the same look I wore before I kissed her, "I don't look at you that way…" I said.
She seemed to be contemplating her thoughts, "Warren…as much as I liked that, I'm now even more confused then I was ten minutes ago," she replied, her eyes still closed.
I touched her cheek again, "I know, and I shouldn't have done that because Orli truly does like you and it would break him into a million pieces to know that I just kissed you, but for a second, I didn't even care. You know why?" I asked, smiling.
"Why?"
"Because, for that second, the only thing I could think about was kissing you, to see if your lips were really as soft as they looked…" I said, rubbing the pad of my thumb over her lower lip. "And they are…"
She asked abruptly, "Is Orlando sleeping in your room?"
I nodded, "Yeah, and he'll kill me the moment I walk out of the room…" I said with a nervous chuckle.
She smiled, "Alright you can sleep in here," she said back.
"Woo! I call bed!" I shouted and did a cannonball onto it. "You can sleep on the couch!" I informed her.
She gave me a cross look, "Get real!" she said, hitting me with a pillow. "It's floor or bust!"
"Aww…come on, at least let me get the couch!" I whined.
"Fine, fine, you can have the couch!" she said, giving in. I gave her a peck on the cheek, just like I always do. And then it was like the kiss before never took place, we were back to goofing around and flirting shamelessly.
