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Another teen seemed to be enjoying himself in the company of this lovely girl.
But inside, his thoughts were reeling.
'What the hell have I become?
Some sexpot? Some smart-ass Quiddich player?
No, I've always been the quiddich player, and its just normal to be interested in sex. At least I think it is. I haven't exactly been conversing with my "best friends" lately. Not that either of them have any clue about it. This is a time when I really wish I could talk to my dad about things. I mean, sure, for any normal parents it's a little awkward, but at least normal guys get to talk about it. I hate not having a normal life. I can never hide away in a crowd. My features are always recognized.
Especially now that the Dark Lord is 'officially' back. Took everyone long enough to figure that out!'
He opened his eyes to look at the beauty sleeping next to him.
"Hey… um…" 'Shit whats her name' "Hey wake up". He shook her.
"I like to sleep alone," he told the half asleep girl, "Get out of here"
"But Hunnie!" she protested groggily.
"Get the hell out of here!" he yelled, pointing towards the door.
It took one look into his smoldering eyes for her to be out of that room in a flash.
'What's wrong with me?' he thought rhetorically, "I don't even let a nice piece of ass stay the night!"
His gaze flicked to the window, where the night sky shined past the curtains.
'I wonder if I wish on all the stars my wish will come true.
I never really believed in all that superstitious stuff.
It's worth a try'
"On all the stars….. ever," he whispered gruffly.
"I wish…
He (a/n: the first one) had stepped into a semi-circular room. A flat wall showed no door through which he passed, only a slightly darker shadow.
His eyes immediately lit up at the sight before him: 180 degrees of clear glass window, all exposing the beautiful night sky.
His towel slowly dropped to the ground as he marveled at the millions of stars around him.
He reached out to meet the balls of fire, but his hand only contacted the cold glass.
A funny muggle expression popped into his head, "Live like there's no tomorrow." He couldn't remember where he had heard that from, but he knew that he hadn't been following the simple advice.
'Maybe its time to start'
Another random thought, no song, appeared in his head, from that muggle movie, Pinocchio, "When you wish upon a star…"
He couldn't remember any more than that.
"Why not wish on a star?" he asked aloud, "it couldn't hurt anything!"
He stepped forward, pressing his nude body against the cold glass, "I wish…"
She had finally risen from her shame-bed on the floor, but had yet to clothe herself.
Her hand was met with cool droplets of water as she reached to turn off the shower.
Her tears had finally subsided, but her eyes were still red and swollen.
No thoughts passed through her head until her eyes brushed past the tiny window. Because of the room's elevation, all she could see was the black sky. A tiny star sparkled like a diamond in the middle of the window. She looked hopefully out at it, repeating a poem she had so often used in her childhood:
"Star light,
Star bright,
The first star
I see tonight,
I wish I may,
I wish I might,
Have this wish
I wish tonight
I wish…"
A/N: Who wished for what?
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