Chapter 3.
Brooke awkwardly rose from her warm bed. The sun was shinning through the thick material, which hung over the slightly cracked window. Quickly, Brooke looked at the small watch around her wrist.
"Bloody Hell!" She was late to breakfast on the first day of school. Calculating that by the time she took her shower and gotten dressed she'd just make it to her fist class, Potions with Professor Snape.
Brooke bounded over to her still-packed suitcase, ripped it open, grabbed her vanilla shampoo and conditioner, then rounded for the door, only to turn back around again for her forgotten robe. When she opened her door to the common room it was deserted, just as she'd guessed. Before dodging down the steps to the exit, she looked the common room over, trying to get used to the fact that this would be her home for a very long time. She wished badly that she had a friend, just as she wished she were in Slytherin, where she thought she'd fit in.
Out of the portrait hole Brooke had went and down the hallway until she arrived at the bathrooms. She scurried inside, without having time to look around, and into a shower stall.
As she was shampooing her long, dirty blond hair she had a horrible thought. 'Everyone probably hates me because of my sister.' Then she pondered even more, forgetting to apply conditioner, 'What if all the guys think I'm easy like her?' She forced herself to stop thinking these things, telling herself that she's acting silly, she's her own person and that's what the others have always thought.
When Brooke finished washing down her body she tuned the water on cold, hoping it would wake her up, then stepped out. She wanted to go back to her own room to apply make-up and change so she wrapped her dark green robe around herself, shivering because it only came to her high leg, which left very visible skin. She looked around for a towel to sop up her hair but didn't see one so she left it down, soaking wet.
With one quick look in the mirror Brooke set off down the hall, back to her room. As soon as she had left she saw a boy also walking down the hall, behind her. She stopped in her tracks as the boy lifted his eyebrows at her sight, then walked quickly closer. She recognized who it was right away, the boy she told off after dinner yesterday, Draco Malfoy. He looked as if he expected to see her there, in the deserted hall, leaving the bathrooms, in only a small robe.
Draco came next to Brooke, he had been walking around the school aimlessly. He wasn't hungry because of his terrible dream the other night, it had left him shaken and confused. What's more confusing to him now, was the fact he ran into Brooke-the girl he dreamt about last night-in her muggle bath robe looking very beautiful and very wet.
"Well well, Miss. Parkinson" Draco said with more than a hint of arrogance, noticing her shivering. "Are you trying to attract attention from your first year boys in the halls or are you just going for the world record of freezing you ass off?"
"Please Malfoy, I have to get back to my room before class starts, I don't have time for your pathetic one-liners." Brooke started away.
"And what would you call that?" Draco said making reference to Brooke's own "one-liner".
"Listen you little-" but she was cut off. Footsteps of about forty students walking to class just around the corner could be defiantly heard. Alarmed and trying to cover herself up better, Brooke stared at where the noise was coming from, then over to Draco, both were wide eyed. Draco wrapped his arm around Brooke's waist and leaned his body forward, against hers, pushing her backwards. Brooke tried to stop him in protest but then realized what he was trying to do; he wanted to shove her into a small, shadowy, alcove in the wall to hide her.
They both hardly fit; they were pushed up against each other, face to face. Brooke began to breathe hard; she hated being so tightly squished in a small place, wearing only her robe, pressed against a very good-looking boy, and uncontrollably shivering. She looked up at Draco's dramatically gray eyes and down to his pink lips as he tried to shush her. She wanted nothing more then to kiss the hell out of him, to wipe that smug off his proud face.
Draco felt uncomfortable too, but didn't show it so obviously like Brooke had. He could feel her breathe against him, breasts pressed hard then soft against his chest, the breasts that he shamefully had thought about before he went to bed yesterday night. It took him much energy and self-control to hold himself down, if she had felt him rising the slightest bit he wouldn't have been able to look at her strait without thinking he was a complete idiot.
Then, Draco looked at Brooke's purple, shivering lips and did something impulsive. Before stopping himself, he rubbed her arms, massaging them hard, trying to make her warm, to stop her from chattering those perfect lips. 'Crap, her lips! Don't look at them, don't look! They're so soft looking, light purple; STOP LOOKING!' Brooke drew in a steady breath and turned tense, but after a while relaxed, knowing-feeling-this was right. Brooke felt much better and warmer at his touch and didn't want him to stop.
"Brooke I-"
"Shhhhhh!" Brooke shook her head, her eyes closed, she just wanted to focus on his fingers, rubbing her arm. She felt herself go slightly numb in the knees, concentrating on Draco's body heat ripple against her; warming her.
"Brooke I- I think you can stop having an emotional orgasm, the coast is clear." Draco continued feeling up the shapely girl's arms, now at her shoulders. He looked at her closed eyes and breathed in her soapy scent. Brooke fluttered her eyes to look into Draco's once again, ('those eyes could kill you') she opened her mouth to speak but no words came out, she just nudged out of the small alcove and down the hall, to her room; leaving Draco to himself.
Brooke hurried away, she felt faint and lightheaded. Draco really was gorgeous! She couldn't believe what had happened in that small dark space inside the wall. She turned her head back but there was not a sign of Draco and his tall body. Then Brooke remembered she was supposed to be in potions class this very second and ran to her room.
Draco stayed quite still in the small alcove after Brooke had left. He tried to calm himself down and go over what had just happened. It wasn't much, but the contact Brooke made with him in the last minutes, was just amazing. He could still smell her hair, feel her breasts against him (rising and falling), see her golden eyes. Draco decided then, that he wanted to stay in a moment like that forever-almost-. His arrogance got the better of him, his Slytherin side had shown through and he tossed the moment far back in his mind, as if it were a mistake he always made.
"Just a nothing little Gryffindor."
***
Harry, Hermione, and Ron walked through the halls together to their first period class.
"So Harry, how was your summer? Has your cousin Dudley been bothering you?" Ron asked Harry.
"No; he's been alright, doesn't talk to me too much. My aunt and uncle also try to pretend I'm not there." Harry looked at Ron but a girl behind him stole his gaze. It was Cho Chang.
Harry still found her very attractive even though she didn't feel the same for him. She had her hair pin-strait with a small glittery clasp in it. Her eyes were surrounded by light blue powder and her lips were a shade darker then usual, he noticed as she smiled his way.
Cho took a large step closer to Harry. He could smell her now, like cinnamon. Cho giggled, "Well Harry I can see you haven't changed."
Her remark made Harry feel a little bitter, "How would you know?"
"You still give me that look whenever you see me. As if we have something together!" Cho rolled her black eyes and waited to hear Harry's response but he just tuned his back and strode away. 'That girl is such a little bitch! She's got the looks but I swear her mouth ruins everything.'
"Harry don't look so glum, I see your girlfriend coming. Make up with her, why not?" Hermione always knew what Harry should do, but Harry wasn't always to enthusiastic about actually doing it.
"Easier said then done." Harry gave Hermione a warm smile. "Girls are a pure mystery!" Ron nodded in silent agreement.
"Oh, and you think boys are any better?" Harry tuned around behind him to the voice, belonging to Ginny. She had a questioning mark lingering on her face that made him uneasy. He turned his head back for Ron and Hermionies' help but they had left. He could take on Lord Voldemort, the most powerful dark wizard in the world but when he came face to face with an upset girl, he lost most of his golden bravery.
"Ginny I'm so sorry about the other night, I didn't mean to leave you." Harry reached for Ginny's hand thinking she'd pull away; she didn't and more courage came back to him. "Please Ginny, I didn't want you to cry over this, I didn't think. You have to stay with me, I need you to stay with me." Harry fumbled for words; he wasn't used to apologies.
Ginny rolled her eyes and gave a sweet smile. "Don't strain yourself, just give me a hug." Not one second went by after Ginny had said that, Harry pulled her fast in his arms. Ginny ruffled his untamed, raven hair. She loved holding him, he felt protective and warm.
"I missed this." Ginny heard Harry say under his breath and she held him tighter, closing her eyes to let a tear fall. Harry rocked her slightly, noticing a small warm drop fall to his robe, then through, to his skin.
The bell for class sounded, Ginny pulled away from Harry against her own will, immediately wishing she hadn't, losing his warmth. Another single tear ran down Ginny's cheek. Harry reached out a hand and wiped it with his thumb. He bent lower and kissed her small lips lightly, touching just the outer smooth skin.
"I missed that." Ginny said with a playful smile, forgetting her tears and walked to class.
Harry felt so content. 'Everything's fine, I still have Ginny, just like I should, it's meant to be.' Harry waited for Ginny to disappear behind her classroom door before he turned to leave, knowing he'd be late but didn't care; he's with Ginny.
As Harry made his way to Transfiguration he thought he saw a girl out of the corner of his eye running for the Gryffindor portrait. She was in a dark green robe and he could just make out her face, even though she was moving very fast (he is a seeker after all). If he didn't know better, he would have thought she looked a bit like Malfoy. He laughed the comment from his mind, 'Malfoy, running for the Gryffindor room? Anyone could see it was Brooke.'
***
Hermione stole Ron's hand and pulled him down the hall when Ginny came, thinking Harry needed to apologize without their help. She thought she pulled Ron a bit too hard and fast because he gave a 'Oof' sound.
"Hermione, I like my arm, don't take it away from me." Ron said as he was being practically dragged down the hall; a hall that seemed very out of the way from their first class. "Where are you taking me?"
"Oh shush up Ron!" Hermione said looking back. She just loved the expressions Ron makes with his face, especially when he looked confused. 'It just all wrinkles up and his sweet little eyes glitter.'
When they reached Hermione's designated point she wiped Ron around against the wall and put her hands on either side of his head. The room was dim with only one window, Hermione had to go through many passages with passwords and locked doors, taking up a lot of her time just to get to this dirty tower.
"What are you doing my dear?" Ron smirked. He loved when his girlfriend took some control, but he knew after a minute it would be her against the wall with him on the outside leaning in.
"Shut your mouth Ron, it will be hard to kiss you with it jabbering away." With that Hermione leaned in to meet his warm lips. She felt him shudder against her body as he pulled her small waist close to his. Hermione pulled her hands from the cold, stone wall and spread one in his soft hair, the other on his hip.
Ron licked her lips, asking politely for an entrance, at which Hermione was more then happy to oblige. Her heart began to beat a faster pattern as their tongues glided along each other. Ron tasted sweet, like he had an orange for breakfast. He pushed forward then turned her softly around so she was between the wall and himself. Hermione smiled into his lips and continued.
The bell sounded for their first class to begin and Hermione pulled away so suddenly.
"Oh no Ron, we're late to our first class!" She acted as if this was going to get her expelled. Ron rolled his eyes and followed Hermione back to class, cursing the extremely loud bell.
Hermione tuned to face Ron as they came to the hall leading to their class. She saw his hair was messed up, his lips red and slightly larger then normal. His face looked like he could have cried, it was very depressing.
"That, Ron, is by far my favorite face I've ever seen on you!" Hermione smiled.
"What, you like the look of me when I'm upset because you stopped right in the middle of us snogging to get to a bloody class?"
"Of course." Hermione kissed Ron's cheek and continued pulling him to class. "And that's no reason to curse!"
When they reached the door, they were met by Harry.
"Hello Hermione; Ron." Harry said, looking Ron up and down, taking notice of his messy hair and pink face. "And why are you both late; together?"
Hermione giggled, "I could ask you the same question." The three friends jumped when the classroom door swung open, Professor McGonagal's face peering out.
"You're late!" The Professor stared at the tardy teenagers and opened the large door wider. She pointed to three seats in the front row. "That's fifteen points from Gryffindor." The three walked to their seats silently with their heads hung down. "Just a fine way to start the school year!"
When they were finally sitting and class started, Hermione looked like she was about to cry. Ron held her hand under the table, feeling guilty.
***
Brooke reached the door to her first class. She was ten minutes late and became nervous because the teacher's voice on the other side of the door could be heard with a loud, greasy voice. She slowly turned the handle and walked to an empty seat.
The Professor's back was turned from the class 'thank god!' Brooke figured she'd quickly sneak to her chair.
"Mrs. Parkinson." Snape called over his shoulder, still with his back turned.
"Yes, Sir?" Brooke made sure her voice was loud and didn't shake.
Snape turned to stare her in the eye, "Your in Gryffindor, aren't you?"
"Yes, Sir." Brooke repeated.
"Correct me if I'm wrong but are you not fifteen?"
"Yes, Sir." She could tell she wasn't going to like this Professor much.
"So you are fifteen but in a first year class?" Snape gave a smirk, showing crooked teeth.
"I am, Sir." She felt she needed a change from saying 'yes'.
"Could you tell me how that came about?" He held some sort of superior air as he spoke ('much like that Malfoy boy').
"Yes, Sir I could certainly tell you, but right now I'd like to learn potions. That is why we are here Professor, right?" Brooke knew she shouldn't have said that, she was fighting with a bull.
"That's twenty points for you being late and another twenty for mouthing off. I suggest you shut your mouth before you take away even more points, not to mention take away any chance of you actually having friends." Snape turned his back away to continue writing on the board.
Brooke retorted under her breath, "Like I would want to be friends with these narrow-minded idiots."
A few other students who overheard, gave a death stare. She didn't think Snape heard even though he turned around again to watch her as she took her seat, then he continued.
All Brooke could think about was next class, Divination with Professor Trelawney and her other sixth year classmates.
***
The students piled up the long staircase to a high tower, the Divination classroom. Brooke was the last one there since it took her forever to find her way, this class was on the other side of the building and very far from the rest of the school.
When she pushed the latch to the door upwards her eyes met with Harry's right away. She smiled until she saw a red haired boy who just looked so familiar, sitting next to him.
Harry waved Brooke over and motioned to the seat on the other side of him at the round table. Brooke nodded yes and took the seat.
"I thought you were a first year?" Was the question that spilled out of his mouth right away, instead of 'Oh, it's nice to see you.'
"I excel in Divination; I have a gift for it. Professor Dumbledore let me in this class just to see how I'd do." Brooke smiled at Harry's impressed face.
"I hate this class, I really don't believe in it." Harry sighed, "Maybe you'd be able to help me 'discover the un-known'." Harry rolled his eyes. "I guarantee when Professor Trelawney enters this class that after five minutes, she will make a remark on how I'm going to die at a such a terribly young age."
"Really? Let me see your hand." Brooke didn't wait for him to oblige; she lifted his arm off his books and spread his palm.
"Oh no, your not all psycho about that too, are you?" Harry shook his head. He then, got a small sensation through his arm as she gently ran her fingers over his palm. She started to massage his knuckles and then lifted his hand close to her eyes, studying it closely.
"Oh no Harry, this is very disturbing, you are going to be killed, just like this Professor said." Brooke looked at Harry with complete horror on her face. She held his hand tightly as if he were going to die right then.
"This is silly." Harry said starting to feel irritable. "I am not going to die anytime soon."
Brooke laughed, "Of course your not! You are going to be killed though."
"What?" Harry pulled his hand out of her grasp.
"You heard me, you're going to be killed." Brooke said matter-of-factly, taking his hand back.
"Is that not the same thing?"
"It's totally different Harry! Just because I said that your going to be killed doesn't always mean you're going to physically die." Harry looked bewildered. "Harry your going to die emotionally, very soon. Usually when someone dies emotionally it has to do with love. Whoever you have strong feelings for is going to leave you and you'll be heart broken."
"I'm not in love with anyone." Harry felt the need to argue a bit.
"There is always time for love!" Brooke gave Harry a simple hug. "Don't worry Harry; it's just the future."
"Ha, 'just the future'?" It was Brooke's turn to give a misunderstood expression. "The future is everything!"
"I guess it is everything, but you can always change the future. I mean if you don't want to be heart broken then make sure you don't fall in love."
'She makes it sound so simple.'
There was a small puff behind Brooke and a tall older-looking lady appeared. She wore long colorful robes, many silver bracelets, and had glasses that made her eyes look three times larger.
"Hello children." Professor Trelawney said with a dramatic tone. "This is your Divination class. We will be seeking knowledge by supernatural means. We will use the methods of attempting to foretell the future. We will discover the unknown through omens, oracles, and supernatural powers." Professor Trelawney spoke starting soft but gradually getting louder by her last sentence.
"Some of you in here are gifted as I am with premonition, a feeling of foreboding about something that is going to happen." She looked down and the students and stopped on Brooke. "You my dear, you are a fortune Seer." She let her eyes wander to Harry sitting next to her. "Oh poor boy, your time is soon to come." Harry nudged Brooke, indicating that he knew she'd make a remark like that to him.
"You will all need to partner into groups of three for our next lesson; don't worry Seamus it doesn't include a crystal ball." Seamus seemed jumbled. "And Neville, dear don't worry you don't have a group, I'll work with you. Okay now, find partners."
Harry and Ron partnered up together then Ron turned to Brooke. "Do you mind working with us? I mean we're not very good at this but we'd like your help." Brooke grinned.
"I'd love to." Was all she said.
"Alright now that we are into groups; well all except for Mr. Longbottom, we will be experimenting on a new unit, telepathy. Telepathy is communication directly from one person's mind to another's without speech, writing, or any other signs or symbols." Ron and Harry groaned. "Ron, this is of course not 'fiddlesticks' otherwise how would I have known you thought so?" Ron hung his mouth open.
"To have this physic communication you must have a spiritual bond with the person you do it with. If you don't have a bond it certainly won't work." The Professor smiled. "One of you will have to think of one thing and concentrate on it while another will try to see what it is your thinking. The reason I put you into groups of three is so there will be a better chance to have a connection with at least one group member. Good luck."
"All right then, who's starting?" Ron turned to his group.
"Why don't both of you start?" Said Brooke to Harry and Ron. "You're both friends so it will be more likely for you to have a bond."
"Okay, so what exactly do we even do?" Harry asked.
"Just look at each other, eye to eye. The 'Seer' should concentrate very hard on the other person who will be relaxed, letting their mind think of what it wishes to."
"I'm just warning you now, it will never work." Ron declared, facing Harry. "I'll try and see what it is you're thinking."
"Give it a shot, enter my brain." Harry said sarcastically.
Ron and Harry sat, starring at each other deeply for very long minutes. After a while Ron began to squint, trying to get a 'deeper look' at Harry, but nothing happened.
"As far as I can tell Harry, if I'm doing this rubbish correctly, your brain is a full load of nothing." Said Ron with a smirk.
"For your information, my mind is just too complicated for you to see." Harry snickered. "There happens to be a whole lot going inside of me that you would never know."
"Is that so?" Brooke said, finally being part of the conversation. "Do you mind then if I take a peak at your 'complicated brain'?"
Harry tuned to face Brooke. "Just try."
Brooke tilted her head down a bit so their eyes were parallel. It took her a minute or so to get over the beauty of green gazing back at her. She focused more on his dark pupils, reflecting her face. Brooke felt her thoughts being pushed from her and new fresh words jumped in place, sounding very much like an echo of Harry. 'I'm sorry.I didn't mean to.I didn't know you would be so angry.Please forgive me.We were meant to be together.The way it should be.'
Brooke wondered whom it could be Harry was thinking about, was it a girlfriend? Then Ron made a funny face in imitation of Brooke, on the other side of Harry. He was hanging his mouth wide open and bringing his eyebrows far up to enlarge his eyes. Brooke leaned over Harry and playfully smacked Ron on the shoulder, now having an even stronger, more precise connection with Harry. 'She's leaning over me.Oh Merlin her boobs are touching me.she's beautiful' Brooke scurried back to her seat to look like the imitation Ron had made of her. She tried hard to listen to Harry's thoughts again but they had vanished, probably because of the shock she had just gone through.
"What is it?" Harry asked. "You didn't hear anything did you?"
"Harry, I certainly did hear something." Brooke grinned. "You really do have a complicated brain."
Professor Trelawney took a long glide towards Brooke and Harry. "I understand that you both have made the connection, dears?"
"Yes, I heard some of his thoughts." Brooke replied.
"That is outstanding, both of you." The Divination teacher said in her dramatic tone. "Would you mind if you came to my classroom after classes and you can try again?"
"Why would we do THAT?" Harry asked as if it were the stupidest idea ever.
"Mr. Potter, it has never happened before in my years of teaching for students to have at least a connection on their first time. I think it is truly remarkable for Brooke to be seeing into your mind and we should practice this."
"Well I don't feel it has anything to do with me, I mean, I'm sure Brooke can have a connection with anyone she likes." Said Harry.
"No, no dear. To see into another's mind is a spiritual bond that you both clearly share. To have done this on the first try however, shows that you're connected in such a way that your spirits are inseparable; very rare." Trelawney put each hand on Harry and Brooke's shoulder as a congratulation. "I'll give you an hour after dinner and I expect you in this room." She swept off before either teenager could argue.
"Well Harry, it looks like I'll be seeing you here after dinner." Brooke said packing up her things.
"Yeah, guess so." Harry replied glumly.
The bell rang again and the sixth years piled out of the small door, downstairs.
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Chelsea Taylor
Brooke awkwardly rose from her warm bed. The sun was shinning through the thick material, which hung over the slightly cracked window. Quickly, Brooke looked at the small watch around her wrist.
"Bloody Hell!" She was late to breakfast on the first day of school. Calculating that by the time she took her shower and gotten dressed she'd just make it to her fist class, Potions with Professor Snape.
Brooke bounded over to her still-packed suitcase, ripped it open, grabbed her vanilla shampoo and conditioner, then rounded for the door, only to turn back around again for her forgotten robe. When she opened her door to the common room it was deserted, just as she'd guessed. Before dodging down the steps to the exit, she looked the common room over, trying to get used to the fact that this would be her home for a very long time. She wished badly that she had a friend, just as she wished she were in Slytherin, where she thought she'd fit in.
Out of the portrait hole Brooke had went and down the hallway until she arrived at the bathrooms. She scurried inside, without having time to look around, and into a shower stall.
As she was shampooing her long, dirty blond hair she had a horrible thought. 'Everyone probably hates me because of my sister.' Then she pondered even more, forgetting to apply conditioner, 'What if all the guys think I'm easy like her?' She forced herself to stop thinking these things, telling herself that she's acting silly, she's her own person and that's what the others have always thought.
When Brooke finished washing down her body she tuned the water on cold, hoping it would wake her up, then stepped out. She wanted to go back to her own room to apply make-up and change so she wrapped her dark green robe around herself, shivering because it only came to her high leg, which left very visible skin. She looked around for a towel to sop up her hair but didn't see one so she left it down, soaking wet.
With one quick look in the mirror Brooke set off down the hall, back to her room. As soon as she had left she saw a boy also walking down the hall, behind her. She stopped in her tracks as the boy lifted his eyebrows at her sight, then walked quickly closer. She recognized who it was right away, the boy she told off after dinner yesterday, Draco Malfoy. He looked as if he expected to see her there, in the deserted hall, leaving the bathrooms, in only a small robe.
Draco came next to Brooke, he had been walking around the school aimlessly. He wasn't hungry because of his terrible dream the other night, it had left him shaken and confused. What's more confusing to him now, was the fact he ran into Brooke-the girl he dreamt about last night-in her muggle bath robe looking very beautiful and very wet.
"Well well, Miss. Parkinson" Draco said with more than a hint of arrogance, noticing her shivering. "Are you trying to attract attention from your first year boys in the halls or are you just going for the world record of freezing you ass off?"
"Please Malfoy, I have to get back to my room before class starts, I don't have time for your pathetic one-liners." Brooke started away.
"And what would you call that?" Draco said making reference to Brooke's own "one-liner".
"Listen you little-" but she was cut off. Footsteps of about forty students walking to class just around the corner could be defiantly heard. Alarmed and trying to cover herself up better, Brooke stared at where the noise was coming from, then over to Draco, both were wide eyed. Draco wrapped his arm around Brooke's waist and leaned his body forward, against hers, pushing her backwards. Brooke tried to stop him in protest but then realized what he was trying to do; he wanted to shove her into a small, shadowy, alcove in the wall to hide her.
They both hardly fit; they were pushed up against each other, face to face. Brooke began to breathe hard; she hated being so tightly squished in a small place, wearing only her robe, pressed against a very good-looking boy, and uncontrollably shivering. She looked up at Draco's dramatically gray eyes and down to his pink lips as he tried to shush her. She wanted nothing more then to kiss the hell out of him, to wipe that smug off his proud face.
Draco felt uncomfortable too, but didn't show it so obviously like Brooke had. He could feel her breathe against him, breasts pressed hard then soft against his chest, the breasts that he shamefully had thought about before he went to bed yesterday night. It took him much energy and self-control to hold himself down, if she had felt him rising the slightest bit he wouldn't have been able to look at her strait without thinking he was a complete idiot.
Then, Draco looked at Brooke's purple, shivering lips and did something impulsive. Before stopping himself, he rubbed her arms, massaging them hard, trying to make her warm, to stop her from chattering those perfect lips. 'Crap, her lips! Don't look at them, don't look! They're so soft looking, light purple; STOP LOOKING!' Brooke drew in a steady breath and turned tense, but after a while relaxed, knowing-feeling-this was right. Brooke felt much better and warmer at his touch and didn't want him to stop.
"Brooke I-"
"Shhhhhh!" Brooke shook her head, her eyes closed, she just wanted to focus on his fingers, rubbing her arm. She felt herself go slightly numb in the knees, concentrating on Draco's body heat ripple against her; warming her.
"Brooke I- I think you can stop having an emotional orgasm, the coast is clear." Draco continued feeling up the shapely girl's arms, now at her shoulders. He looked at her closed eyes and breathed in her soapy scent. Brooke fluttered her eyes to look into Draco's once again, ('those eyes could kill you') she opened her mouth to speak but no words came out, she just nudged out of the small alcove and down the hall, to her room; leaving Draco to himself.
Brooke hurried away, she felt faint and lightheaded. Draco really was gorgeous! She couldn't believe what had happened in that small dark space inside the wall. She turned her head back but there was not a sign of Draco and his tall body. Then Brooke remembered she was supposed to be in potions class this very second and ran to her room.
Draco stayed quite still in the small alcove after Brooke had left. He tried to calm himself down and go over what had just happened. It wasn't much, but the contact Brooke made with him in the last minutes, was just amazing. He could still smell her hair, feel her breasts against him (rising and falling), see her golden eyes. Draco decided then, that he wanted to stay in a moment like that forever-almost-. His arrogance got the better of him, his Slytherin side had shown through and he tossed the moment far back in his mind, as if it were a mistake he always made.
"Just a nothing little Gryffindor."
***
Harry, Hermione, and Ron walked through the halls together to their first period class.
"So Harry, how was your summer? Has your cousin Dudley been bothering you?" Ron asked Harry.
"No; he's been alright, doesn't talk to me too much. My aunt and uncle also try to pretend I'm not there." Harry looked at Ron but a girl behind him stole his gaze. It was Cho Chang.
Harry still found her very attractive even though she didn't feel the same for him. She had her hair pin-strait with a small glittery clasp in it. Her eyes were surrounded by light blue powder and her lips were a shade darker then usual, he noticed as she smiled his way.
Cho took a large step closer to Harry. He could smell her now, like cinnamon. Cho giggled, "Well Harry I can see you haven't changed."
Her remark made Harry feel a little bitter, "How would you know?"
"You still give me that look whenever you see me. As if we have something together!" Cho rolled her black eyes and waited to hear Harry's response but he just tuned his back and strode away. 'That girl is such a little bitch! She's got the looks but I swear her mouth ruins everything.'
"Harry don't look so glum, I see your girlfriend coming. Make up with her, why not?" Hermione always knew what Harry should do, but Harry wasn't always to enthusiastic about actually doing it.
"Easier said then done." Harry gave Hermione a warm smile. "Girls are a pure mystery!" Ron nodded in silent agreement.
"Oh, and you think boys are any better?" Harry tuned around behind him to the voice, belonging to Ginny. She had a questioning mark lingering on her face that made him uneasy. He turned his head back for Ron and Hermionies' help but they had left. He could take on Lord Voldemort, the most powerful dark wizard in the world but when he came face to face with an upset girl, he lost most of his golden bravery.
"Ginny I'm so sorry about the other night, I didn't mean to leave you." Harry reached for Ginny's hand thinking she'd pull away; she didn't and more courage came back to him. "Please Ginny, I didn't want you to cry over this, I didn't think. You have to stay with me, I need you to stay with me." Harry fumbled for words; he wasn't used to apologies.
Ginny rolled her eyes and gave a sweet smile. "Don't strain yourself, just give me a hug." Not one second went by after Ginny had said that, Harry pulled her fast in his arms. Ginny ruffled his untamed, raven hair. She loved holding him, he felt protective and warm.
"I missed this." Ginny heard Harry say under his breath and she held him tighter, closing her eyes to let a tear fall. Harry rocked her slightly, noticing a small warm drop fall to his robe, then through, to his skin.
The bell for class sounded, Ginny pulled away from Harry against her own will, immediately wishing she hadn't, losing his warmth. Another single tear ran down Ginny's cheek. Harry reached out a hand and wiped it with his thumb. He bent lower and kissed her small lips lightly, touching just the outer smooth skin.
"I missed that." Ginny said with a playful smile, forgetting her tears and walked to class.
Harry felt so content. 'Everything's fine, I still have Ginny, just like I should, it's meant to be.' Harry waited for Ginny to disappear behind her classroom door before he turned to leave, knowing he'd be late but didn't care; he's with Ginny.
As Harry made his way to Transfiguration he thought he saw a girl out of the corner of his eye running for the Gryffindor portrait. She was in a dark green robe and he could just make out her face, even though she was moving very fast (he is a seeker after all). If he didn't know better, he would have thought she looked a bit like Malfoy. He laughed the comment from his mind, 'Malfoy, running for the Gryffindor room? Anyone could see it was Brooke.'
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Hermione stole Ron's hand and pulled him down the hall when Ginny came, thinking Harry needed to apologize without their help. She thought she pulled Ron a bit too hard and fast because he gave a 'Oof' sound.
"Hermione, I like my arm, don't take it away from me." Ron said as he was being practically dragged down the hall; a hall that seemed very out of the way from their first class. "Where are you taking me?"
"Oh shush up Ron!" Hermione said looking back. She just loved the expressions Ron makes with his face, especially when he looked confused. 'It just all wrinkles up and his sweet little eyes glitter.'
When they reached Hermione's designated point she wiped Ron around against the wall and put her hands on either side of his head. The room was dim with only one window, Hermione had to go through many passages with passwords and locked doors, taking up a lot of her time just to get to this dirty tower.
"What are you doing my dear?" Ron smirked. He loved when his girlfriend took some control, but he knew after a minute it would be her against the wall with him on the outside leaning in.
"Shut your mouth Ron, it will be hard to kiss you with it jabbering away." With that Hermione leaned in to meet his warm lips. She felt him shudder against her body as he pulled her small waist close to his. Hermione pulled her hands from the cold, stone wall and spread one in his soft hair, the other on his hip.
Ron licked her lips, asking politely for an entrance, at which Hermione was more then happy to oblige. Her heart began to beat a faster pattern as their tongues glided along each other. Ron tasted sweet, like he had an orange for breakfast. He pushed forward then turned her softly around so she was between the wall and himself. Hermione smiled into his lips and continued.
The bell sounded for their first class to begin and Hermione pulled away so suddenly.
"Oh no Ron, we're late to our first class!" She acted as if this was going to get her expelled. Ron rolled his eyes and followed Hermione back to class, cursing the extremely loud bell.
Hermione tuned to face Ron as they came to the hall leading to their class. She saw his hair was messed up, his lips red and slightly larger then normal. His face looked like he could have cried, it was very depressing.
"That, Ron, is by far my favorite face I've ever seen on you!" Hermione smiled.
"What, you like the look of me when I'm upset because you stopped right in the middle of us snogging to get to a bloody class?"
"Of course." Hermione kissed Ron's cheek and continued pulling him to class. "And that's no reason to curse!"
When they reached the door, they were met by Harry.
"Hello Hermione; Ron." Harry said, looking Ron up and down, taking notice of his messy hair and pink face. "And why are you both late; together?"
Hermione giggled, "I could ask you the same question." The three friends jumped when the classroom door swung open, Professor McGonagal's face peering out.
"You're late!" The Professor stared at the tardy teenagers and opened the large door wider. She pointed to three seats in the front row. "That's fifteen points from Gryffindor." The three walked to their seats silently with their heads hung down. "Just a fine way to start the school year!"
When they were finally sitting and class started, Hermione looked like she was about to cry. Ron held her hand under the table, feeling guilty.
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Brooke reached the door to her first class. She was ten minutes late and became nervous because the teacher's voice on the other side of the door could be heard with a loud, greasy voice. She slowly turned the handle and walked to an empty seat.
The Professor's back was turned from the class 'thank god!' Brooke figured she'd quickly sneak to her chair.
"Mrs. Parkinson." Snape called over his shoulder, still with his back turned.
"Yes, Sir?" Brooke made sure her voice was loud and didn't shake.
Snape turned to stare her in the eye, "Your in Gryffindor, aren't you?"
"Yes, Sir." Brooke repeated.
"Correct me if I'm wrong but are you not fifteen?"
"Yes, Sir." She could tell she wasn't going to like this Professor much.
"So you are fifteen but in a first year class?" Snape gave a smirk, showing crooked teeth.
"I am, Sir." She felt she needed a change from saying 'yes'.
"Could you tell me how that came about?" He held some sort of superior air as he spoke ('much like that Malfoy boy').
"Yes, Sir I could certainly tell you, but right now I'd like to learn potions. That is why we are here Professor, right?" Brooke knew she shouldn't have said that, she was fighting with a bull.
"That's twenty points for you being late and another twenty for mouthing off. I suggest you shut your mouth before you take away even more points, not to mention take away any chance of you actually having friends." Snape turned his back away to continue writing on the board.
Brooke retorted under her breath, "Like I would want to be friends with these narrow-minded idiots."
A few other students who overheard, gave a death stare. She didn't think Snape heard even though he turned around again to watch her as she took her seat, then he continued.
All Brooke could think about was next class, Divination with Professor Trelawney and her other sixth year classmates.
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The students piled up the long staircase to a high tower, the Divination classroom. Brooke was the last one there since it took her forever to find her way, this class was on the other side of the building and very far from the rest of the school.
When she pushed the latch to the door upwards her eyes met with Harry's right away. She smiled until she saw a red haired boy who just looked so familiar, sitting next to him.
Harry waved Brooke over and motioned to the seat on the other side of him at the round table. Brooke nodded yes and took the seat.
"I thought you were a first year?" Was the question that spilled out of his mouth right away, instead of 'Oh, it's nice to see you.'
"I excel in Divination; I have a gift for it. Professor Dumbledore let me in this class just to see how I'd do." Brooke smiled at Harry's impressed face.
"I hate this class, I really don't believe in it." Harry sighed, "Maybe you'd be able to help me 'discover the un-known'." Harry rolled his eyes. "I guarantee when Professor Trelawney enters this class that after five minutes, she will make a remark on how I'm going to die at a such a terribly young age."
"Really? Let me see your hand." Brooke didn't wait for him to oblige; she lifted his arm off his books and spread his palm.
"Oh no, your not all psycho about that too, are you?" Harry shook his head. He then, got a small sensation through his arm as she gently ran her fingers over his palm. She started to massage his knuckles and then lifted his hand close to her eyes, studying it closely.
"Oh no Harry, this is very disturbing, you are going to be killed, just like this Professor said." Brooke looked at Harry with complete horror on her face. She held his hand tightly as if he were going to die right then.
"This is silly." Harry said starting to feel irritable. "I am not going to die anytime soon."
Brooke laughed, "Of course your not! You are going to be killed though."
"What?" Harry pulled his hand out of her grasp.
"You heard me, you're going to be killed." Brooke said matter-of-factly, taking his hand back.
"Is that not the same thing?"
"It's totally different Harry! Just because I said that your going to be killed doesn't always mean you're going to physically die." Harry looked bewildered. "Harry your going to die emotionally, very soon. Usually when someone dies emotionally it has to do with love. Whoever you have strong feelings for is going to leave you and you'll be heart broken."
"I'm not in love with anyone." Harry felt the need to argue a bit.
"There is always time for love!" Brooke gave Harry a simple hug. "Don't worry Harry; it's just the future."
"Ha, 'just the future'?" It was Brooke's turn to give a misunderstood expression. "The future is everything!"
"I guess it is everything, but you can always change the future. I mean if you don't want to be heart broken then make sure you don't fall in love."
'She makes it sound so simple.'
There was a small puff behind Brooke and a tall older-looking lady appeared. She wore long colorful robes, many silver bracelets, and had glasses that made her eyes look three times larger.
"Hello children." Professor Trelawney said with a dramatic tone. "This is your Divination class. We will be seeking knowledge by supernatural means. We will use the methods of attempting to foretell the future. We will discover the unknown through omens, oracles, and supernatural powers." Professor Trelawney spoke starting soft but gradually getting louder by her last sentence.
"Some of you in here are gifted as I am with premonition, a feeling of foreboding about something that is going to happen." She looked down and the students and stopped on Brooke. "You my dear, you are a fortune Seer." She let her eyes wander to Harry sitting next to her. "Oh poor boy, your time is soon to come." Harry nudged Brooke, indicating that he knew she'd make a remark like that to him.
"You will all need to partner into groups of three for our next lesson; don't worry Seamus it doesn't include a crystal ball." Seamus seemed jumbled. "And Neville, dear don't worry you don't have a group, I'll work with you. Okay now, find partners."
Harry and Ron partnered up together then Ron turned to Brooke. "Do you mind working with us? I mean we're not very good at this but we'd like your help." Brooke grinned.
"I'd love to." Was all she said.
"Alright now that we are into groups; well all except for Mr. Longbottom, we will be experimenting on a new unit, telepathy. Telepathy is communication directly from one person's mind to another's without speech, writing, or any other signs or symbols." Ron and Harry groaned. "Ron, this is of course not 'fiddlesticks' otherwise how would I have known you thought so?" Ron hung his mouth open.
"To have this physic communication you must have a spiritual bond with the person you do it with. If you don't have a bond it certainly won't work." The Professor smiled. "One of you will have to think of one thing and concentrate on it while another will try to see what it is your thinking. The reason I put you into groups of three is so there will be a better chance to have a connection with at least one group member. Good luck."
"All right then, who's starting?" Ron turned to his group.
"Why don't both of you start?" Said Brooke to Harry and Ron. "You're both friends so it will be more likely for you to have a bond."
"Okay, so what exactly do we even do?" Harry asked.
"Just look at each other, eye to eye. The 'Seer' should concentrate very hard on the other person who will be relaxed, letting their mind think of what it wishes to."
"I'm just warning you now, it will never work." Ron declared, facing Harry. "I'll try and see what it is you're thinking."
"Give it a shot, enter my brain." Harry said sarcastically.
Ron and Harry sat, starring at each other deeply for very long minutes. After a while Ron began to squint, trying to get a 'deeper look' at Harry, but nothing happened.
"As far as I can tell Harry, if I'm doing this rubbish correctly, your brain is a full load of nothing." Said Ron with a smirk.
"For your information, my mind is just too complicated for you to see." Harry snickered. "There happens to be a whole lot going inside of me that you would never know."
"Is that so?" Brooke said, finally being part of the conversation. "Do you mind then if I take a peak at your 'complicated brain'?"
Harry tuned to face Brooke. "Just try."
Brooke tilted her head down a bit so their eyes were parallel. It took her a minute or so to get over the beauty of green gazing back at her. She focused more on his dark pupils, reflecting her face. Brooke felt her thoughts being pushed from her and new fresh words jumped in place, sounding very much like an echo of Harry. 'I'm sorry.I didn't mean to.I didn't know you would be so angry.Please forgive me.We were meant to be together.The way it should be.'
Brooke wondered whom it could be Harry was thinking about, was it a girlfriend? Then Ron made a funny face in imitation of Brooke, on the other side of Harry. He was hanging his mouth wide open and bringing his eyebrows far up to enlarge his eyes. Brooke leaned over Harry and playfully smacked Ron on the shoulder, now having an even stronger, more precise connection with Harry. 'She's leaning over me.Oh Merlin her boobs are touching me.she's beautiful' Brooke scurried back to her seat to look like the imitation Ron had made of her. She tried hard to listen to Harry's thoughts again but they had vanished, probably because of the shock she had just gone through.
"What is it?" Harry asked. "You didn't hear anything did you?"
"Harry, I certainly did hear something." Brooke grinned. "You really do have a complicated brain."
Professor Trelawney took a long glide towards Brooke and Harry. "I understand that you both have made the connection, dears?"
"Yes, I heard some of his thoughts." Brooke replied.
"That is outstanding, both of you." The Divination teacher said in her dramatic tone. "Would you mind if you came to my classroom after classes and you can try again?"
"Why would we do THAT?" Harry asked as if it were the stupidest idea ever.
"Mr. Potter, it has never happened before in my years of teaching for students to have at least a connection on their first time. I think it is truly remarkable for Brooke to be seeing into your mind and we should practice this."
"Well I don't feel it has anything to do with me, I mean, I'm sure Brooke can have a connection with anyone she likes." Said Harry.
"No, no dear. To see into another's mind is a spiritual bond that you both clearly share. To have done this on the first try however, shows that you're connected in such a way that your spirits are inseparable; very rare." Trelawney put each hand on Harry and Brooke's shoulder as a congratulation. "I'll give you an hour after dinner and I expect you in this room." She swept off before either teenager could argue.
"Well Harry, it looks like I'll be seeing you here after dinner." Brooke said packing up her things.
"Yeah, guess so." Harry replied glumly.
The bell rang again and the sixth years piled out of the small door, downstairs.
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Okay guys and girls, that's chapter three. Tell me if you liked it and why. If you didn't enjoy it then give some constructive criticism.emphasize the word constructive. I hope to get more reviews then I have been receiving! Glad you've read :)
Chelsea Taylor