They were like that for almost 10 minutes but it was okay. He got to hold
her and that was what he wanted. He used to charm girls like no tomorrow.
He had never done anything with them. He was still 14 years old. But he had
never felt such a powerful urge as he did now that he needed to hold a
girl, to hold her not until he was content but until she was ready. Until
she felt that everything was going to be okay again.
She pushed herself away from him and whipped her eyes and her cheeks of dried tears. She looked at him. His arm was on her waist where her dress was and his thumb was lightly stroking her dress. For some reason she felt that his thumb was beating. She looked at him with confused eyes. She looked into his eyes "Beating" she whispered.
He looked into her eyes. She felt it. She felt it now that she was calm and ready to feel again. She felt it. She felt it. That's all he could think about.
She took a step back her eyes were still wide on Sirius. He had let go of her waist when she stepped back away from him. He was expecting her to walk away from him but she didn't. She was looking at him. She was trying to read him. Trying to analyze the situation like a scientist would. She swallowed and put up her hand like she wanted a high five but it was the same position he had put their hands 10 minutes ago when he asked her about the humming and the beating himself.
Sirius was afraid. He was afraid. He slowly pulled his hand from his side. This was the test. She needed to know. And some part of him wanted to know too. Then the thought came to his mind. When two people who are born to be together from the beginning of eternity meet skin to skin there is nothing that can tear them apart. At the last word he had put his hand on hers. They met and they both felt it. He knew because he was part of her and she was part of him. And he was okay with that. It was going to be okay.
It was incredible. He was looking at the hands. She looked horrified. Then she whispered, "I feel the humming. I don't hear it. I feel it."
He smiled at her and she caught his eye. She smiled back at him but for the first time she didn't blush. She hadn't turned red or pink or any other colour. And then it was as if he could read her mind and he said, "It's because we're not just anyone else. We're not just anybody."
She then replied with a voice so soft she could hardly hear herself, "Then- then what are we?"
He took her in his arms. He was holding her. Holding her like he had when she was crying except now her face wasn't in his chest full of tears. Her head was on his shoulder. She closed her eyes. She could feel the emotion behind her face ready to spill out all the emotion from when she was young, all the emotion from when she was lost and unwanted. She could feel all the emotions that were there when every girl in her class would have a date for a dance and she wouldn't even show up to the dance in fear that the boys might laugh at her. In fear that she would be pulled away from her science and that was where her comfort was. She had held comfort in knowing that there was a scientific explanation for everything. That one day she will be better than the girls here. That one day she would rise above them being able to achieve more than they ever would but that was bitterness. She was bitter. She wanted what they had. She wanted what she thought she would never be able to have. And for some reason, all that she had been trying to keep bottled up for years.
These secrets about how hurt she had been had never been told to another living soul not even to Jacqueline. She felt that he could feel them too because she felt his emotions as well. She felt them. She felt how hurt he had been when his family was doing dark magic. She could feel how he had wanted to run away from all of that. But he couldn't because he was going to obey them. He wasn't going to let down his parents. She felt it. The struggle he had in his past and he, unlike her, confided in others and not his work. He was smart and she knew that. He confided in his charms trying to put on a brave face in front of everyone else, while he was hurting so much inside. While he was so ashamed of what his family was doing he pretended none of it was real. She felt it. Then he put his cheek right up against hers and without having to move his lips she heard what he said. Could it be? They were unlike anyone else. They were, Soulmates.
Disclaimer: J. K. Rowling of course for creating a wonderful character. And Definitely L. J. Smith for all the breathtaking stories about Soulmates and the power of love.
She pushed herself away from him and whipped her eyes and her cheeks of dried tears. She looked at him. His arm was on her waist where her dress was and his thumb was lightly stroking her dress. For some reason she felt that his thumb was beating. She looked at him with confused eyes. She looked into his eyes "Beating" she whispered.
He looked into her eyes. She felt it. She felt it now that she was calm and ready to feel again. She felt it. She felt it. That's all he could think about.
She took a step back her eyes were still wide on Sirius. He had let go of her waist when she stepped back away from him. He was expecting her to walk away from him but she didn't. She was looking at him. She was trying to read him. Trying to analyze the situation like a scientist would. She swallowed and put up her hand like she wanted a high five but it was the same position he had put their hands 10 minutes ago when he asked her about the humming and the beating himself.
Sirius was afraid. He was afraid. He slowly pulled his hand from his side. This was the test. She needed to know. And some part of him wanted to know too. Then the thought came to his mind. When two people who are born to be together from the beginning of eternity meet skin to skin there is nothing that can tear them apart. At the last word he had put his hand on hers. They met and they both felt it. He knew because he was part of her and she was part of him. And he was okay with that. It was going to be okay.
It was incredible. He was looking at the hands. She looked horrified. Then she whispered, "I feel the humming. I don't hear it. I feel it."
He smiled at her and she caught his eye. She smiled back at him but for the first time she didn't blush. She hadn't turned red or pink or any other colour. And then it was as if he could read her mind and he said, "It's because we're not just anyone else. We're not just anybody."
She then replied with a voice so soft she could hardly hear herself, "Then- then what are we?"
He took her in his arms. He was holding her. Holding her like he had when she was crying except now her face wasn't in his chest full of tears. Her head was on his shoulder. She closed her eyes. She could feel the emotion behind her face ready to spill out all the emotion from when she was young, all the emotion from when she was lost and unwanted. She could feel all the emotions that were there when every girl in her class would have a date for a dance and she wouldn't even show up to the dance in fear that the boys might laugh at her. In fear that she would be pulled away from her science and that was where her comfort was. She had held comfort in knowing that there was a scientific explanation for everything. That one day she will be better than the girls here. That one day she would rise above them being able to achieve more than they ever would but that was bitterness. She was bitter. She wanted what they had. She wanted what she thought she would never be able to have. And for some reason, all that she had been trying to keep bottled up for years.
These secrets about how hurt she had been had never been told to another living soul not even to Jacqueline. She felt that he could feel them too because she felt his emotions as well. She felt them. She felt how hurt he had been when his family was doing dark magic. She could feel how he had wanted to run away from all of that. But he couldn't because he was going to obey them. He wasn't going to let down his parents. She felt it. The struggle he had in his past and he, unlike her, confided in others and not his work. He was smart and she knew that. He confided in his charms trying to put on a brave face in front of everyone else, while he was hurting so much inside. While he was so ashamed of what his family was doing he pretended none of it was real. She felt it. Then he put his cheek right up against hers and without having to move his lips she heard what he said. Could it be? They were unlike anyone else. They were, Soulmates.
Disclaimer: J. K. Rowling of course for creating a wonderful character. And Definitely L. J. Smith for all the breathtaking stories about Soulmates and the power of love.