Xenith
"Friends forever, that's what we say but we'll be in a fight the very next day"
~~~Unknown
A/N: I am soooooooooooooooo sorry it took so long for me to get this out! My brain was so muddled I could barely write! But, all excuses aside, here is chapter nineteen and twenty is half done so it should, maybe, be out by Sunday---that's what I'm aiming for anyway. Thanks! R&R!!!
Chapter Nineteen
"Dragon-fly." Chris said when they had reached a small oil painting of a dragon circling over a castle courtyard full of knights.
The frame opened to reveal a small room. One of the four walls was taken up by, at least, twenty cages stacked floor to ceiling. The wall to the right of the entrance held a worn wooden bureau, the top covered with moving photographs and dirt (and what looked like blood) covered dragon tools. Beside it was a dark entrance leading, presumably, to a toilet. An old bed took up the majority of the far wall with a small dragon perched on the headboard and an ancient horizontal window stretching over the whole of it. At the head of the bed there stood a fireplace, and along the same wall were a wide assortment of hooks and shelves holding all of her leather armour and riding gear and a small work table full of oils an scrub brushes with a tiny stool.
"`Lo Feather." She greeted her dragon, pulling Fred in by the hand, the picture closing silently behind them. Fred's eyes darted to the dragon at the headboard, it seemed glaring at him.
Fred followed her over to the bad and sat down as close as possible to her.
"What is it you were going---" Fred started only to be cut off as Chris pressed her lips against his, sufficiently distracting him. It was soft, at first, delicate and exploring, but quickly became deeper and full of want. Her hands were working at the buttons of Fred's cotton shirt---he hadn't bothered with getting completely re-dressed since their previous encounter. When she finished, she slid her hands over the lines of his chest, up to his shoulders and beneath the fine white cotton; pushing the cloth off his shoulders. She kissed him again, but pulled away before he could get a firm grasp on her.
"I need to brush my teeth." She said.
"Why?" He sputtered out.
"I have dental hygiene issues," she laughed. "It's weird, I know. But I have to, at least twice a day."
"Why don't you just use a Sealing Charm? You'd never get a cavity that way."
"I did" Fred just sighed and watched her scamper into the dark doorway. The door closed and a strip of light appeared at the bottom of the door. Fred flopped backward onto her bed, hands behind his head, eyes roaming the ceiling. He could hear her bussing around inside the loo, the sink running, being turned off, the toilet seat slamming shut---he checked his watch, Five minuets had passed . . . seven . . . ten. He pushed himself off the bed and crossed to the toilet door.
"Chris?" he called, knocking lightly on the door. "Chris? Are you okay?" He pushed the door open and peered into the dimly lit toilet. Chris was sitting on the toilet, fast asleep with her toothbrush hanging out of her mouth.
Fred just sighed, plucked the toothbrush from her mouth and tossed it in the stone sink next to the door. He scooped her into his arms and took her back to her bed. He found himself pleasantly surprised when she wouldn't let go of him---effectively pulling him into the bed next to her. "Ummm." Pulling him into the bed with her and curling up next to him.
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"Ahhh . . ." Ron said, throwing himself into a massive armchair beside the fire and scratching his nose, deflating any fleeting thoughts of seniority that may have been establishing themselves in Harry and Hermione's minds. "Er---here, we'll start with this, I guess. It's really important you pick this up quickly, Harry." Ron propped his elbow up on the armrest.
Harry and Hermione watched as Ron's fingers moved in unrecognisable, rapid-fire movements.
"What's that?" Hermione asked, perching on the low table in front of him.
"It's code. I heard that the Marauder's developed it during the first batch of trouble with You-Know-Who."
"How long did it take you to learn it?" Harry said, curling up in the corner of the sofa furthest from his friends and the fire.
"A month-and-a-half," Ron answered. "But that's all I did the entire time, except to write to you two."
"And how long have I got?"
"With all the other stuff they want you to fit in by Easter?" Harry nodded. "Two weeks."
"That's ridiculous!" Hermione exclaimed.
"I know."
"What is it you mean by 'everything'?" Harry interrupted before Hermione had a chance to carp over unreasonable work schedules.
"You've already begun your sword training, but then there's basic M.o.M. and Auror training."
"Is that all?"
"To my knowledge they want you to take extra Defense classes, and learn at least twelve new languages and eighty new curses."
"And when am I supposed to DO all this?"
"Nights, free periods, weekends."
"What about sleep?" Hermione asked.
"What about Quidditch?"
Ron just shrugged.
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Today, Professor McGonagall said, striding to the front of the room. "We will be putting to practice what we've been taking notes on in the past weeks lessons. Human transfiguration! Everyone pair up."
"Partner me, George?" Lee said from George's other side before Fred had a chance to.
"Yeah." George said, shooting an I'll-be-speaking-with-you-later look at Fred before turning away.
"Be my partner, Fred?" Dylan, one of the Ravenclaw Prefects, asked from the row behind him.
"But of course m'lady!" Fred said, putting on airs and spinning off his seat to face the dark-haired girl.
"You spent the night with Chris, didn't you?" George demanded the moment they had left the classroom and were out of earshot of their class.
"Yes, but it's not what you think." Fred said, striding down the corridor on their way to their advance placement potions class.
"We didn't DO anything! We went there to talk, she wanted to tell me about . . . something, I don't remember what now---but then we started fooling around and she went to brush her teeth---"
"Yeah, sure."
"She went to brush her teeth," Fred insisted. "And she didn't come back so I went to go check on her. She fell asleep on the toilet and was gone before I woke up this morning. I overslept and missed breakfast.
"Then why did you have to stay the night?"
"That's my own business." Fred said, knocking past Curtis Saunders and down towards the dungeons.
"Ha!"
"Shudd-up George." He snapped, taking his seat in the middle of the room as the rest of the small class streamed in around them.
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"Friends forever, that's what we say but we'll be in a fight the very next day"
~~~Unknown
A/N: I am soooooooooooooooo sorry it took so long for me to get this out! My brain was so muddled I could barely write! But, all excuses aside, here is chapter nineteen and twenty is half done so it should, maybe, be out by Sunday---that's what I'm aiming for anyway. Thanks! R&R!!!
Chapter Nineteen
"Dragon-fly." Chris said when they had reached a small oil painting of a dragon circling over a castle courtyard full of knights.
The frame opened to reveal a small room. One of the four walls was taken up by, at least, twenty cages stacked floor to ceiling. The wall to the right of the entrance held a worn wooden bureau, the top covered with moving photographs and dirt (and what looked like blood) covered dragon tools. Beside it was a dark entrance leading, presumably, to a toilet. An old bed took up the majority of the far wall with a small dragon perched on the headboard and an ancient horizontal window stretching over the whole of it. At the head of the bed there stood a fireplace, and along the same wall were a wide assortment of hooks and shelves holding all of her leather armour and riding gear and a small work table full of oils an scrub brushes with a tiny stool.
"`Lo Feather." She greeted her dragon, pulling Fred in by the hand, the picture closing silently behind them. Fred's eyes darted to the dragon at the headboard, it seemed glaring at him.
Fred followed her over to the bad and sat down as close as possible to her.
"What is it you were going---" Fred started only to be cut off as Chris pressed her lips against his, sufficiently distracting him. It was soft, at first, delicate and exploring, but quickly became deeper and full of want. Her hands were working at the buttons of Fred's cotton shirt---he hadn't bothered with getting completely re-dressed since their previous encounter. When she finished, she slid her hands over the lines of his chest, up to his shoulders and beneath the fine white cotton; pushing the cloth off his shoulders. She kissed him again, but pulled away before he could get a firm grasp on her.
"I need to brush my teeth." She said.
"Why?" He sputtered out.
"I have dental hygiene issues," she laughed. "It's weird, I know. But I have to, at least twice a day."
"Why don't you just use a Sealing Charm? You'd never get a cavity that way."
"I did" Fred just sighed and watched her scamper into the dark doorway. The door closed and a strip of light appeared at the bottom of the door. Fred flopped backward onto her bed, hands behind his head, eyes roaming the ceiling. He could hear her bussing around inside the loo, the sink running, being turned off, the toilet seat slamming shut---he checked his watch, Five minuets had passed . . . seven . . . ten. He pushed himself off the bed and crossed to the toilet door.
"Chris?" he called, knocking lightly on the door. "Chris? Are you okay?" He pushed the door open and peered into the dimly lit toilet. Chris was sitting on the toilet, fast asleep with her toothbrush hanging out of her mouth.
Fred just sighed, plucked the toothbrush from her mouth and tossed it in the stone sink next to the door. He scooped her into his arms and took her back to her bed. He found himself pleasantly surprised when she wouldn't let go of him---effectively pulling him into the bed next to her. "Ummm." Pulling him into the bed with her and curling up next to him.
---
"Ahhh . . ." Ron said, throwing himself into a massive armchair beside the fire and scratching his nose, deflating any fleeting thoughts of seniority that may have been establishing themselves in Harry and Hermione's minds. "Er---here, we'll start with this, I guess. It's really important you pick this up quickly, Harry." Ron propped his elbow up on the armrest.
Harry and Hermione watched as Ron's fingers moved in unrecognisable, rapid-fire movements.
"What's that?" Hermione asked, perching on the low table in front of him.
"It's code. I heard that the Marauder's developed it during the first batch of trouble with You-Know-Who."
"How long did it take you to learn it?" Harry said, curling up in the corner of the sofa furthest from his friends and the fire.
"A month-and-a-half," Ron answered. "But that's all I did the entire time, except to write to you two."
"And how long have I got?"
"With all the other stuff they want you to fit in by Easter?" Harry nodded. "Two weeks."
"That's ridiculous!" Hermione exclaimed.
"I know."
"What is it you mean by 'everything'?" Harry interrupted before Hermione had a chance to carp over unreasonable work schedules.
"You've already begun your sword training, but then there's basic M.o.M. and Auror training."
"Is that all?"
"To my knowledge they want you to take extra Defense classes, and learn at least twelve new languages and eighty new curses."
"And when am I supposed to DO all this?"
"Nights, free periods, weekends."
"What about sleep?" Hermione asked.
"What about Quidditch?"
Ron just shrugged.
---
Today, Professor McGonagall said, striding to the front of the room. "We will be putting to practice what we've been taking notes on in the past weeks lessons. Human transfiguration! Everyone pair up."
"Partner me, George?" Lee said from George's other side before Fred had a chance to.
"Yeah." George said, shooting an I'll-be-speaking-with-you-later look at Fred before turning away.
"Be my partner, Fred?" Dylan, one of the Ravenclaw Prefects, asked from the row behind him.
"But of course m'lady!" Fred said, putting on airs and spinning off his seat to face the dark-haired girl.
"You spent the night with Chris, didn't you?" George demanded the moment they had left the classroom and were out of earshot of their class.
"Yes, but it's not what you think." Fred said, striding down the corridor on their way to their advance placement potions class.
"We didn't DO anything! We went there to talk, she wanted to tell me about . . . something, I don't remember what now---but then we started fooling around and she went to brush her teeth---"
"Yeah, sure."
"She went to brush her teeth," Fred insisted. "And she didn't come back so I went to go check on her. She fell asleep on the toilet and was gone before I woke up this morning. I overslept and missed breakfast.
"Then why did you have to stay the night?"
"That's my own business." Fred said, knocking past Curtis Saunders and down towards the dungeons.
"Ha!"
"Shudd-up George." He snapped, taking his seat in the middle of the room as the rest of the small class streamed in around them.
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((¸¸.·´ ..·´ -:¦:- tbc -:¦:-
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