~ Chapter Three ~ Language of Knowing
Indeed..... Samantha's presence had not only caused a stir among the students..... and in my heart..... but Voldemort had also taken up notice of Hogwart's new beauty. Damn him.
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Samantha and I had been meeting in the deserted astronomy tower every night since she had caught me underneath my invisibility cloak. It was strange sometimes..... even unnerving our meetings together. I felt I could tell her everything; my parent's deaths..... even about what awaited us in the future. She was the only person I could ever talk to about doubts and fears that had been swimming in my head since the night I found out I was a wizard. There were times when we both just stared into the fire. We let the silence pass between us; an all knowing silence that was in a way comforting. We didn't need words to carry on a conversation. We both just felt each other's silence. The language of knowing.
"Can you read minds as well?" I asked as I sat down on the blanket on the floor. I watched as she blew into the fireplace lighting it up. She was humming some unknown tune as always. She then sat down next to me.
"That is one gift I don't possess. Although it would be nice sometimes to read other peoples' thoughts....."
"Is it even possible, though?" I held my hands out to the fire
"I have never heard of any wizard or witch that could.... but I'm sure there's at least one person out there who can. You'd have to ask them if they considered it a gift or a curse."
"I know what you mean.... being a parselmouth." She smiled at me a bit and touched my hand slightly. She ran her fingers over my knuckles and linked her fingers with mine. I then grew jealous of the idea of another holding her hand.... of even sitting this close to her.
Samantha had a natural beauty that was very rare. I had never seen her fuss over a mirror or fidget around a cosmetics bag. She was still humming that unknown melody as she stared into the fire contemplating God knows what. Her eyes had a glare that was only too familiar as I had passed many nights staring into the same fire thinking about her. I only hoped that she was thinking about me in the same way. I was doubtful. I must admit I was alright looking..... my Quidditch training had built me up..... and I was finally tall; not as much as Ron..... but I was a few inches away from him. But as I looked over at her..... I knew I wasn't worthy of calling her more than a friend; unless she wanted me to.
The language of knowing flowed between us again as we watched the fire crackle. It was her this time who interrupted it. "Have you ever been in love, Harry?"
I felt my hands start to sweat as I blushed a deep red. "Umm..... I don't know..... I mean..... maybe."
She looked at me inquisitively and laughed. "You don't know? Maybe? What kind of answers are those?"
"Have you ever been in love?" I withdrew my hand from hers and sat up staring straight at her. "Have you, Samantha?"
It was now she who was blushing a deep red this time. "No. But now I'm not so sure." An awkward silence ensued. "What about that girl that you mentioned..... Cho?"
I was paying more attention to the movement of her lips then what really came out from them. "What?" I found myself inching closer towards her.
"Cho.... did you ever love her?"
"It was just a crush.... nothing more..... nothing less." I didn't know what was coming over me as I touched her cheek, cupping it gently as I leaned more.
"What about me?" Her eyes were locked on mine.... searching for the answer, but she already knew what it was as she was also leaning towards me.
Our lips were practically a few centimeters apart. "Yes." And with that I kissed her softly. I could feel her kissing back as she passed her fingers through my hair. My other hand held onto her arm as I pressed against her. She puts her arms around me as I smelled her sweet lilac perfume she often wore. But then she drew quickly away from me. "What's wrong?"
"Someone is here...." She looked towards the door and pushed me aside as she sent a spell at the two Death Eaters standing by the door. I quickly got out my wand to block a lighting spell from one of the Death Eaters. I managed to block it successfully but he wouldn't let up as he kept sending them at me. Seven years of fighting Voldemort had taught me a thing or two as I managed to hit him with one of his own spells that send him flying against the wall hard rendering him unconscious. I picked up his wand making sure he couldn't fight back if he got up. I had totally forgotten about Samantha as I looked over at her and the Death Eater.
"The master only wants you, girl." The Death Eater managed to kick her in the stomach as she looked back to see if I was alright.
"You can tell your master that she isn't going anywhere!" I pointed the Death Eater's wand at him and sent him flying back like the other one. Samantha quickly picked up his wand off the floor.
"Tell your master, you piece of shit.... to never pester me again!" And with that the Death Eater ran off before Samantha and I could hit him again with another spell.
We looked at each other before I took her in my arms and hugged her hard. I had never come so close to losing her like that..... we were lucky this time. And we both knew Voldemort would try again..... but what boggled my mind was why he wanted Samantha in the first place.
"What first kiss, huh?" She kissed my cheek as we both stared at the unconscious Death Eater lying on the ground.
Indeed..... Samantha's presence had not only caused a stir among the students..... and in my heart..... but Voldemort had also taken up notice of Hogwart's new beauty. Damn him.
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Samantha and I had been meeting in the deserted astronomy tower every night since she had caught me underneath my invisibility cloak. It was strange sometimes..... even unnerving our meetings together. I felt I could tell her everything; my parent's deaths..... even about what awaited us in the future. She was the only person I could ever talk to about doubts and fears that had been swimming in my head since the night I found out I was a wizard. There were times when we both just stared into the fire. We let the silence pass between us; an all knowing silence that was in a way comforting. We didn't need words to carry on a conversation. We both just felt each other's silence. The language of knowing.
"Can you read minds as well?" I asked as I sat down on the blanket on the floor. I watched as she blew into the fireplace lighting it up. She was humming some unknown tune as always. She then sat down next to me.
"That is one gift I don't possess. Although it would be nice sometimes to read other peoples' thoughts....."
"Is it even possible, though?" I held my hands out to the fire
"I have never heard of any wizard or witch that could.... but I'm sure there's at least one person out there who can. You'd have to ask them if they considered it a gift or a curse."
"I know what you mean.... being a parselmouth." She smiled at me a bit and touched my hand slightly. She ran her fingers over my knuckles and linked her fingers with mine. I then grew jealous of the idea of another holding her hand.... of even sitting this close to her.
Samantha had a natural beauty that was very rare. I had never seen her fuss over a mirror or fidget around a cosmetics bag. She was still humming that unknown melody as she stared into the fire contemplating God knows what. Her eyes had a glare that was only too familiar as I had passed many nights staring into the same fire thinking about her. I only hoped that she was thinking about me in the same way. I was doubtful. I must admit I was alright looking..... my Quidditch training had built me up..... and I was finally tall; not as much as Ron..... but I was a few inches away from him. But as I looked over at her..... I knew I wasn't worthy of calling her more than a friend; unless she wanted me to.
The language of knowing flowed between us again as we watched the fire crackle. It was her this time who interrupted it. "Have you ever been in love, Harry?"
I felt my hands start to sweat as I blushed a deep red. "Umm..... I don't know..... I mean..... maybe."
She looked at me inquisitively and laughed. "You don't know? Maybe? What kind of answers are those?"
"Have you ever been in love?" I withdrew my hand from hers and sat up staring straight at her. "Have you, Samantha?"
It was now she who was blushing a deep red this time. "No. But now I'm not so sure." An awkward silence ensued. "What about that girl that you mentioned..... Cho?"
I was paying more attention to the movement of her lips then what really came out from them. "What?" I found myself inching closer towards her.
"Cho.... did you ever love her?"
"It was just a crush.... nothing more..... nothing less." I didn't know what was coming over me as I touched her cheek, cupping it gently as I leaned more.
"What about me?" Her eyes were locked on mine.... searching for the answer, but she already knew what it was as she was also leaning towards me.
Our lips were practically a few centimeters apart. "Yes." And with that I kissed her softly. I could feel her kissing back as she passed her fingers through my hair. My other hand held onto her arm as I pressed against her. She puts her arms around me as I smelled her sweet lilac perfume she often wore. But then she drew quickly away from me. "What's wrong?"
"Someone is here...." She looked towards the door and pushed me aside as she sent a spell at the two Death Eaters standing by the door. I quickly got out my wand to block a lighting spell from one of the Death Eaters. I managed to block it successfully but he wouldn't let up as he kept sending them at me. Seven years of fighting Voldemort had taught me a thing or two as I managed to hit him with one of his own spells that send him flying against the wall hard rendering him unconscious. I picked up his wand making sure he couldn't fight back if he got up. I had totally forgotten about Samantha as I looked over at her and the Death Eater.
"The master only wants you, girl." The Death Eater managed to kick her in the stomach as she looked back to see if I was alright.
"You can tell your master that she isn't going anywhere!" I pointed the Death Eater's wand at him and sent him flying back like the other one. Samantha quickly picked up his wand off the floor.
"Tell your master, you piece of shit.... to never pester me again!" And with that the Death Eater ran off before Samantha and I could hit him again with another spell.
We looked at each other before I took her in my arms and hugged her hard. I had never come so close to losing her like that..... we were lucky this time. And we both knew Voldemort would try again..... but what boggled my mind was why he wanted Samantha in the first place.
"What first kiss, huh?" She kissed my cheek as we both stared at the unconscious Death Eater lying on the ground.