Disclaimer: I own nothing belonging to the world of J.K Rowling. However, Mariam Millian
is mine .
A/N: Wotcher, lol.Thanks soo much for the reviews: Mornel( yup she coughed up all her
blood. It's kinda gruesome, I have no idea where I got that one, must have read it some-
where or something, lol. Oh, and snoggling is another way of saying making out or kissing),
Tani, Lilumbra, Padfoot-dreamer, and Intricateone. I really appreciate it. Please as always,
R&R. Now on with the story :)
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My heart skipped a beat and my stomach started it's invoulantary areobics.
There she stood, clad in Gryffindor Quidditch robes with her broomstick at her side and
her hair pulled back into a long ponytail, leaving some strands free to circle her perfectous
face. She was as beautiful as ever, if not more, in my eyes.
"Alright!", came Corey's voice, "Beaters, let the balls out, everyone mount your brooms,
and GO!"
The practice went rather smoothly. I blocked almost every quaffle coming into the goal
posts. James as usual, kept catching and recatching the snitch, looking around to see if
anyone had noticed him holding it up in his hand.
But boy, was Corey right or what? She was exellent, and she really knew what she was
doing. Even on an out of date cleansweep, she played better than the other two chasers
present.
Practice was soon over and we went back to the locker room to change back into our
regular robes.
Me, James, and Mariam were the last three left from the team. James nudged me
with his elbow and winked.
"I'll see you back in the common room," and with that he left, leaving me and Mariam alone
in eachother's midst.
"You were really good," I told her, in an attempt to make conversation.
"Really?", She asked, almost happily.
"Yea, you were the best chaser on the team," And it wasn't a lie or an attempt at flattery.
"Thank you, that's very nice of you to say," She said, smiling at me, "You're an exellent
keeper. It was murder trying to get those quaffles past you."
I couldn't help grinning. Mariam thought I was exellent........
"Sirius?", she said, questioningly.
"hmm,"
"I've been meaning to tell you something for a while, and I just thought that now since I've
got the chance, I might as well get it off my chest."
"Go ahead," I encouraged, wonderig what she possiblely may have been meaning to tell me.
"I'm really sorry about Hanna," She said in a low voice while looking down at the floor.
My eyebrows burrowed at this statement.
"I-I know it was my fault she broke up with you. I should have waited to talk to you when
you were alone, then she wouldn't have gotten the wrong idea and-"
"Whoa, it's ok," I interuppted her.
She looked up from the floor and at me now. I smiled at her hoping that I was assuring
her that there was no problem.
"I never really liked Hanna to begin with, I mean she was an ok girl but........well, you could
say that you did me a favor."
She was looking at me now as if I was some extremely complicated puzzle.
"But, then why did you date her for so long?", She asked.
"Because she was there."
She looked down at the floor and said in a voice barely above a whisper, as if more to
herself than to me, "I know the feeling."
I was dying to ask her what she meant, but then decided against it. It just seemed to nosy.
We walked back to the common room together, talking about the practice and how well
things went. I made a mental note to thank James and offer any service he asks of me to
help him out with Lily Evans.
We won our first game against Ravenclaw with a score of 59-210 and I hugged her.
Well the whole team hugged actually, but either way.
Me and her were usually the last two to leave the locker room after practices. I wondered
if she, as I, did this purposely......
We came back freezing from practice one day and once again the two of us were the
last of the team in the locker room.
"You know what this weather means?", I asked her.
"What?"
"Christmas,"
"Christmas," She giggled.
"Yea, this weather means it's just around the corner," I justified my statement.
"They haven't even started to talk to us about it yet, you know telling us to sign
in wether we're staying or leaving," She told me, still giggling.
"Doesn't mean we can't look forward to it, well more like to the presents," I said, "Isn't that
what you look forward to?"
She looked down at the floor and said in a somber voice unlike before, "I don't get much,
my step-mother makes sure of that."
"Oh, you have a horrible family too, eh," I said, understandingly.
She looked up at me as if she was trying to figure me out once again.
I sighed, "My parents are horrible, they got all that foul pure-blood stuff stuck up in their
heads, and they support Voldmort's "attempt at purifying the wizarding race" and my git
younger brother, Regulus believes every word they say. They were more than devestated
when they found out I got sorted into Gryffindor, yet more than delighted when Regulus
got sorted into Slytherin. So, you can say I feel like the only sane one in the house of mad.
That's not mentioning my extended relatives."
I had no idea how I manged to get all that out to her. I just felt like I could tell her anything,
even the fact that I was an unregistered animagus that ran around with a wherewolf once
a month.
"My mother died when I was five and my father remarried another woman for her money
because he wanted me to live a "good" life. Now, because of her money, her word is the
word of the house. So, it's like I have nobody."
I was relieved that she felt the same way about speaking with me.
I have no clue how I could have done this, but I was always a risktaker. I walked over to
her, Held both her upper arms in my hands as she looked up at me. You could almost
cry at her face's perfection, it was just beyond any words or descriptions.
We were so close now. Close enough for me to see my reflection clearly in those big,
black pools. Close enough for me to tilt my head and......
"Hem, hem,"
We both turned abruptly to face the owner of this unwanted intrusion.
It was Arnold Avon.
I mentally strangled myself. How could I forget that Mariam was with another? Yet,
somehow, I felt like she was mine.
"Am I interrupting something?". He asked in a slow, almost dangerous voice.
"No you're not," I said, in a voice equeal to his.
I turned to Mariam and said, "I'll see you tomorrow."
My hands were still encircling her arms. I was almost subconcious of how this may have
looked to him. I didn't let go until she nodded her head mutely in approval.
I walked out leaving her and Avon to settle matters together. I mean they were a couple
right? But I knew I was lying to myself acting like the whole matter meant nothning to me.
I knew that that night, Mariam Millian went from being the girl I liked and admired to being
the girl I wanted to be with, seriously be with..........
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A/N: Told you there would be some action, well interaction between them in this chapter.
It's not much yet, but it's a start ;). Thanks again for the reviews guys, it's good to know
people are reading you work. I'll post soon :)
Read? Now review!
is mine .
A/N: Wotcher, lol.Thanks soo much for the reviews: Mornel( yup she coughed up all her
blood. It's kinda gruesome, I have no idea where I got that one, must have read it some-
where or something, lol. Oh, and snoggling is another way of saying making out or kissing),
Tani, Lilumbra, Padfoot-dreamer, and Intricateone. I really appreciate it. Please as always,
R&R. Now on with the story :)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
My heart skipped a beat and my stomach started it's invoulantary areobics.
There she stood, clad in Gryffindor Quidditch robes with her broomstick at her side and
her hair pulled back into a long ponytail, leaving some strands free to circle her perfectous
face. She was as beautiful as ever, if not more, in my eyes.
"Alright!", came Corey's voice, "Beaters, let the balls out, everyone mount your brooms,
and GO!"
The practice went rather smoothly. I blocked almost every quaffle coming into the goal
posts. James as usual, kept catching and recatching the snitch, looking around to see if
anyone had noticed him holding it up in his hand.
But boy, was Corey right or what? She was exellent, and she really knew what she was
doing. Even on an out of date cleansweep, she played better than the other two chasers
present.
Practice was soon over and we went back to the locker room to change back into our
regular robes.
Me, James, and Mariam were the last three left from the team. James nudged me
with his elbow and winked.
"I'll see you back in the common room," and with that he left, leaving me and Mariam alone
in eachother's midst.
"You were really good," I told her, in an attempt to make conversation.
"Really?", She asked, almost happily.
"Yea, you were the best chaser on the team," And it wasn't a lie or an attempt at flattery.
"Thank you, that's very nice of you to say," She said, smiling at me, "You're an exellent
keeper. It was murder trying to get those quaffles past you."
I couldn't help grinning. Mariam thought I was exellent........
"Sirius?", she said, questioningly.
"hmm,"
"I've been meaning to tell you something for a while, and I just thought that now since I've
got the chance, I might as well get it off my chest."
"Go ahead," I encouraged, wonderig what she possiblely may have been meaning to tell me.
"I'm really sorry about Hanna," She said in a low voice while looking down at the floor.
My eyebrows burrowed at this statement.
"I-I know it was my fault she broke up with you. I should have waited to talk to you when
you were alone, then she wouldn't have gotten the wrong idea and-"
"Whoa, it's ok," I interuppted her.
She looked up from the floor and at me now. I smiled at her hoping that I was assuring
her that there was no problem.
"I never really liked Hanna to begin with, I mean she was an ok girl but........well, you could
say that you did me a favor."
She was looking at me now as if I was some extremely complicated puzzle.
"But, then why did you date her for so long?", She asked.
"Because she was there."
She looked down at the floor and said in a voice barely above a whisper, as if more to
herself than to me, "I know the feeling."
I was dying to ask her what she meant, but then decided against it. It just seemed to nosy.
We walked back to the common room together, talking about the practice and how well
things went. I made a mental note to thank James and offer any service he asks of me to
help him out with Lily Evans.
We won our first game against Ravenclaw with a score of 59-210 and I hugged her.
Well the whole team hugged actually, but either way.
Me and her were usually the last two to leave the locker room after practices. I wondered
if she, as I, did this purposely......
We came back freezing from practice one day and once again the two of us were the
last of the team in the locker room.
"You know what this weather means?", I asked her.
"What?"
"Christmas,"
"Christmas," She giggled.
"Yea, this weather means it's just around the corner," I justified my statement.
"They haven't even started to talk to us about it yet, you know telling us to sign
in wether we're staying or leaving," She told me, still giggling.
"Doesn't mean we can't look forward to it, well more like to the presents," I said, "Isn't that
what you look forward to?"
She looked down at the floor and said in a somber voice unlike before, "I don't get much,
my step-mother makes sure of that."
"Oh, you have a horrible family too, eh," I said, understandingly.
She looked up at me as if she was trying to figure me out once again.
I sighed, "My parents are horrible, they got all that foul pure-blood stuff stuck up in their
heads, and they support Voldmort's "attempt at purifying the wizarding race" and my git
younger brother, Regulus believes every word they say. They were more than devestated
when they found out I got sorted into Gryffindor, yet more than delighted when Regulus
got sorted into Slytherin. So, you can say I feel like the only sane one in the house of mad.
That's not mentioning my extended relatives."
I had no idea how I manged to get all that out to her. I just felt like I could tell her anything,
even the fact that I was an unregistered animagus that ran around with a wherewolf once
a month.
"My mother died when I was five and my father remarried another woman for her money
because he wanted me to live a "good" life. Now, because of her money, her word is the
word of the house. So, it's like I have nobody."
I was relieved that she felt the same way about speaking with me.
I have no clue how I could have done this, but I was always a risktaker. I walked over to
her, Held both her upper arms in my hands as she looked up at me. You could almost
cry at her face's perfection, it was just beyond any words or descriptions.
We were so close now. Close enough for me to see my reflection clearly in those big,
black pools. Close enough for me to tilt my head and......
"Hem, hem,"
We both turned abruptly to face the owner of this unwanted intrusion.
It was Arnold Avon.
I mentally strangled myself. How could I forget that Mariam was with another? Yet,
somehow, I felt like she was mine.
"Am I interrupting something?". He asked in a slow, almost dangerous voice.
"No you're not," I said, in a voice equeal to his.
I turned to Mariam and said, "I'll see you tomorrow."
My hands were still encircling her arms. I was almost subconcious of how this may have
looked to him. I didn't let go until she nodded her head mutely in approval.
I walked out leaving her and Avon to settle matters together. I mean they were a couple
right? But I knew I was lying to myself acting like the whole matter meant nothning to me.
I knew that that night, Mariam Millian went from being the girl I liked and admired to being
the girl I wanted to be with, seriously be with..........
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A/N: Told you there would be some action, well interaction between them in this chapter.
It's not much yet, but it's a start ;). Thanks again for the reviews guys, it's good to know
people are reading you work. I'll post soon :)
Read? Now review!