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A/N: We are extremely sorry for the large pause between chapters. Taryn just got a job! And Jordan is helping a friend with
her upcoming wedding! We've been busy gals! We apologize for the shortness of this chapter, but we hope you like it non-the-less. Anyways, thanks to all our reviewers, you really do keep us motivated! On with the show!
Stepping out of the portrait hole, Jordan held the picture open for R2W and Beth. Quietly, the three moved side by side to the Hospital Wing; R2W moaning in pain every so often and Jordan stealing furtive glances at Beth.
There was still a faint blush to her cheeks, remnisiant of her anger; fiery red hair flowing in wild spirals behind her as she hurried along. He had been staring for a few minutes when she turned her head slightly to look at him. Startled at first, her expression soon relaxed and she smiled, her green eyes twinkling in the dim light.
Blushing lightly at being caught, Jordan smiled awkwardly and averted his gaze to the stone floor. The rest of the journey continued on in silence.
"We're here." Beth announced quietly, stopping before a large oak door.
"Thank Merlin." R2W muttered, though it sounded more like, 'Than Mer-ihn.' Jordan followed behind his two friends into the quiet room, watching silently as Madam Pomfrey rushed over to tend to R2W.
"How do you feel?" Jordan inquired softly, moving to stand beside beth.
"He deserved it..." Beth whispered, glancing at the bed in the far corner of the room R2W was now occupying.. "But I still feel terrible." Jordan watched Beth watch R2W, a surge of unfamiliar feelings creeping through his body. Not quite sure what they meant, he decided to follow his heart and not his head.
Shifting his gaze to the floor, Jordan caught sight of Beth's hand, which was tugging at the hem of her robes. Somehow, that hand captivated him, and he found himself studying the intricate lines imprinted within the smooth surface.
Sighing quietly, he wondered how long he had been staring. Flicking his gaze from R2W to Beth, to Beth's hand, he blushed slightly, reaching over to grasp her hand softly in his.
"He'll be all right." He whispered, as if R2W were in a life or death situation and Beth was the greiving lover. Beth smiled to herself, before turning to address Jordan.
"Are YOU ok?" She raised her eyebrows, fighting back the laughter bubbling forth.
"What do you mean?" Jordan smiled stupidly, confusion spreading across his features. Beth's smiled dropped a little, and she cleared her throat a few times before answering his inquiry.
"You...you're holding my hand." she replied in a hoarse voice, nodding at thier embraced appendages.
"I held it earlier too, didn't I?" Jordan raised his eyebrows, pushing his earlier emotions aside for a more practical approach to the situation. "Am I not allowed to hold your hand?"
"Well..." Beth trailed off, giving him an odd look, "You can if you want to."
"It's your hand." He grinned mischeiviously. "I don't want to possess it or anything creepy like that."
"Jordan!" Beth rolled her eyes, laughing throatily. "Jeez! Just hold my hand and be quiet."
"Huh?!" R2W had just joined the duo, nose fully repaired, when he heard Beth's outburst. Jordan and Beth looked at eachother, than at thier confused comrade, before bursting into peals of laughter.
"Never...*hic*...mind." Jordan managed to choke out, releasing Beth's hand and throwing his arms around his friend's shoulders. They walked out of the hospital wing like that, but R2W soon found it uncomfortable and decided to pull away and walk ahead of Beth and Jordan. Once again, they laughed heartily, watching the retreating back of the confused redhead.
The laughter continued, and though R2W had walked away from the embrace, Jordan's arm still remained slung over Beth's slim shoulders. Quieting down at last, Jordan sighed deeply, dropping his arm to encircle Beth's waist. Though she blushed furiously, Beth said nothing.
~*~
"Can I talk to you?" Jordan stood in the doorway to his parent's quarters, where his father sat alone, grading papers.
"What do you need?" Severus inquired, not looking up from his work.
"It's just...w-well," Jordan stammered, trying to find the correct words.
"Spit it out already." Severus spat, slightly annoyed at the boy's behavior, and even more at the fact that he was interrupted.
"It's about a girl." Jordan spoke quietly, averting his gaze to the floor. Severus rolled his eyes, dipping his quill in a large bottle of red ink.
"I don't have time for silly little discussions about the opposite sex." He sneered, causing Jordan to flinch and turn away.
"Get back to your dorm before I take points away for being out past curfew."
"Yes sir." Quietly shutting the door behind him, Jordan made his way slowly back to Gryffindor tower. He had many things on his mind that night, but one thing he hadn't been able to shake for the past few days was Beth.
"Oof!" Someone exclaimed as Jordan walked head-on into them.
"Uncle Harry!" Jordan squeaked, backing away a few feet.
"Jordan?" Harry Potter squinted in the darkness, trying to figure out if it was indeed his godson.
"I'm sorry, I didn't see you there." Jordan stammered an apology, shifting his feet on the ground anxiously.
"That's quite all right." Harry chuckled quietly, ushering the boy into an abandoned classroom. Flicking the lights on with a swish of his wand, Harry sat down on top of a desk, motioning for Jordan to do the same. "What's wrong? You seem...scared."
"It's nothing, really." Jordan answered quickly, refusing to meet his godfather's eyes.
"Sure it's nothing." Harry smiled knowingly while pushing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. "Now, want to discuss nothing?"
"I think I might like a girl."
"Is that all!?" Harry burst out laughing, raven hair flying wildly about his head. Jordan watched on, frowning slightly at the man's childish behavior.
"It's not funny!" He huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. "I don't know what to do!"
"I don't know what to say, J." Harry admitted at last, looking solemnly at the boy. "I'm not an expert in these matters...but there is one peace of advice I can give you that will work for sure."
"Oh?"
"Follow your heart." Jordan smiled at the advice, thinking to himself and wondering what his heart wanted. He was about to say something when someone stormed in the room.
"Potter!" Severus spat, eyeing the man on the desk. "You were supposed to meet my in my office 15 minutes ago! Where the hell have you b-" He cut off abruptly when he noticed his son cowering in the corner of the room.
"I thought I told you to get back to your dorm!" Severus sneered, glaring at the young boy. "20 points from Gryffindor, and detention if you don't leave now!"
"He's with me, Severus." Harry spoke calmly, rolling his eye slightly at his ex-Professor's behavior.
"Oh?"
"He had a question about girls, and I was giving him some friendly advice." Harry explained, moving into a standing position. Jordan nodded in affirmation, not daring to meet his father's eye.
"He's my son! I'll bloody well answer any of his questions!" Severus roared, glaring wildly between the two people before him. "I'll not have a Potter filling my child's head with incorrect facts!"
"I tried to ask y-" Jordan started to explained, but was silenced once more.
"You. aren't. his. father." Severus ground out each word, ignoring any effort to speak made by Jordan. The young Gryffindor in question seethed in anger, jumping in front of Harry.
"He's a better father than you'll ever be!" He yelled before running from the room. Confused, surprised and flattered, Harry watched his godson's retreating figure. When he turned to face Severus; however, all those emotions were replaced with fear.
"Oh shite..."
~*~
A/N: We are extremely sorry for the large pause between chapters. Taryn just got a job! And Jordan is helping a friend with
her upcoming wedding! We've been busy gals! We apologize for the shortness of this chapter, but we hope you like it non-the-less. Anyways, thanks to all our reviewers, you really do keep us motivated! On with the show!
Stepping out of the portrait hole, Jordan held the picture open for R2W and Beth. Quietly, the three moved side by side to the Hospital Wing; R2W moaning in pain every so often and Jordan stealing furtive glances at Beth.
There was still a faint blush to her cheeks, remnisiant of her anger; fiery red hair flowing in wild spirals behind her as she hurried along. He had been staring for a few minutes when she turned her head slightly to look at him. Startled at first, her expression soon relaxed and she smiled, her green eyes twinkling in the dim light.
Blushing lightly at being caught, Jordan smiled awkwardly and averted his gaze to the stone floor. The rest of the journey continued on in silence.
"We're here." Beth announced quietly, stopping before a large oak door.
"Thank Merlin." R2W muttered, though it sounded more like, 'Than Mer-ihn.' Jordan followed behind his two friends into the quiet room, watching silently as Madam Pomfrey rushed over to tend to R2W.
"How do you feel?" Jordan inquired softly, moving to stand beside beth.
"He deserved it..." Beth whispered, glancing at the bed in the far corner of the room R2W was now occupying.. "But I still feel terrible." Jordan watched Beth watch R2W, a surge of unfamiliar feelings creeping through his body. Not quite sure what they meant, he decided to follow his heart and not his head.
Shifting his gaze to the floor, Jordan caught sight of Beth's hand, which was tugging at the hem of her robes. Somehow, that hand captivated him, and he found himself studying the intricate lines imprinted within the smooth surface.
Sighing quietly, he wondered how long he had been staring. Flicking his gaze from R2W to Beth, to Beth's hand, he blushed slightly, reaching over to grasp her hand softly in his.
"He'll be all right." He whispered, as if R2W were in a life or death situation and Beth was the greiving lover. Beth smiled to herself, before turning to address Jordan.
"Are YOU ok?" She raised her eyebrows, fighting back the laughter bubbling forth.
"What do you mean?" Jordan smiled stupidly, confusion spreading across his features. Beth's smiled dropped a little, and she cleared her throat a few times before answering his inquiry.
"You...you're holding my hand." she replied in a hoarse voice, nodding at thier embraced appendages.
"I held it earlier too, didn't I?" Jordan raised his eyebrows, pushing his earlier emotions aside for a more practical approach to the situation. "Am I not allowed to hold your hand?"
"Well..." Beth trailed off, giving him an odd look, "You can if you want to."
"It's your hand." He grinned mischeiviously. "I don't want to possess it or anything creepy like that."
"Jordan!" Beth rolled her eyes, laughing throatily. "Jeez! Just hold my hand and be quiet."
"Huh?!" R2W had just joined the duo, nose fully repaired, when he heard Beth's outburst. Jordan and Beth looked at eachother, than at thier confused comrade, before bursting into peals of laughter.
"Never...*hic*...mind." Jordan managed to choke out, releasing Beth's hand and throwing his arms around his friend's shoulders. They walked out of the hospital wing like that, but R2W soon found it uncomfortable and decided to pull away and walk ahead of Beth and Jordan. Once again, they laughed heartily, watching the retreating back of the confused redhead.
The laughter continued, and though R2W had walked away from the embrace, Jordan's arm still remained slung over Beth's slim shoulders. Quieting down at last, Jordan sighed deeply, dropping his arm to encircle Beth's waist. Though she blushed furiously, Beth said nothing.
~*~
"Can I talk to you?" Jordan stood in the doorway to his parent's quarters, where his father sat alone, grading papers.
"What do you need?" Severus inquired, not looking up from his work.
"It's just...w-well," Jordan stammered, trying to find the correct words.
"Spit it out already." Severus spat, slightly annoyed at the boy's behavior, and even more at the fact that he was interrupted.
"It's about a girl." Jordan spoke quietly, averting his gaze to the floor. Severus rolled his eyes, dipping his quill in a large bottle of red ink.
"I don't have time for silly little discussions about the opposite sex." He sneered, causing Jordan to flinch and turn away.
"Get back to your dorm before I take points away for being out past curfew."
"Yes sir." Quietly shutting the door behind him, Jordan made his way slowly back to Gryffindor tower. He had many things on his mind that night, but one thing he hadn't been able to shake for the past few days was Beth.
"Oof!" Someone exclaimed as Jordan walked head-on into them.
"Uncle Harry!" Jordan squeaked, backing away a few feet.
"Jordan?" Harry Potter squinted in the darkness, trying to figure out if it was indeed his godson.
"I'm sorry, I didn't see you there." Jordan stammered an apology, shifting his feet on the ground anxiously.
"That's quite all right." Harry chuckled quietly, ushering the boy into an abandoned classroom. Flicking the lights on with a swish of his wand, Harry sat down on top of a desk, motioning for Jordan to do the same. "What's wrong? You seem...scared."
"It's nothing, really." Jordan answered quickly, refusing to meet his godfather's eyes.
"Sure it's nothing." Harry smiled knowingly while pushing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. "Now, want to discuss nothing?"
"I think I might like a girl."
"Is that all!?" Harry burst out laughing, raven hair flying wildly about his head. Jordan watched on, frowning slightly at the man's childish behavior.
"It's not funny!" He huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. "I don't know what to do!"
"I don't know what to say, J." Harry admitted at last, looking solemnly at the boy. "I'm not an expert in these matters...but there is one peace of advice I can give you that will work for sure."
"Oh?"
"Follow your heart." Jordan smiled at the advice, thinking to himself and wondering what his heart wanted. He was about to say something when someone stormed in the room.
"Potter!" Severus spat, eyeing the man on the desk. "You were supposed to meet my in my office 15 minutes ago! Where the hell have you b-" He cut off abruptly when he noticed his son cowering in the corner of the room.
"I thought I told you to get back to your dorm!" Severus sneered, glaring at the young boy. "20 points from Gryffindor, and detention if you don't leave now!"
"He's with me, Severus." Harry spoke calmly, rolling his eye slightly at his ex-Professor's behavior.
"Oh?"
"He had a question about girls, and I was giving him some friendly advice." Harry explained, moving into a standing position. Jordan nodded in affirmation, not daring to meet his father's eye.
"He's my son! I'll bloody well answer any of his questions!" Severus roared, glaring wildly between the two people before him. "I'll not have a Potter filling my child's head with incorrect facts!"
"I tried to ask y-" Jordan started to explained, but was silenced once more.
"You. aren't. his. father." Severus ground out each word, ignoring any effort to speak made by Jordan. The young Gryffindor in question seethed in anger, jumping in front of Harry.
"He's a better father than you'll ever be!" He yelled before running from the room. Confused, surprised and flattered, Harry watched his godson's retreating figure. When he turned to face Severus; however, all those emotions were replaced with fear.
"Oh shite..."
~*~