A/N: I M really sorry 4 not updating in a while but I've had a major writing block and still do. So ideas are always welcme and hope u like this chap. mel
Chapter 15: In the Woods
Willow's Head
Willow woke up smiling and she happily hopped out of bed. "Come on, it's a beautiful day and everything is perfect," she sang shaking Hermione from her slumber. "What are you so happy about?" Hermione asked sitting up and offering her a tired smile.
"We have double Care of Magical Creatures today," Willow answered gliding across the room to her trunk. "Oh, I see. Have a little crush on the teacher now, don't we?" Hermione teased. "No!" Willow demanded.
Willow sat on her bed in thought, Do I like Tom? Well I did kiss him last night. And isn't it illegal for us to be more than friends? No, I'm eighteen, almost nineteen, I'm not a minor anymore, Willow argued to herself.
She got dressed quickly and headed down to the Great Hall with Hermione, where they met Harry. "Hey, Hermione, Will," Harry said looking at Hermione the whole time. Willow noticed this and glanced between the two of them. Clearly something had happened last night when she was out in the garden with Tom.
Willow began to scan the heads of the teachers table. There wasn't a blond head in sight. With a sense of disappointment, Willow went and sat across from Harry and Hermione. Even though they were trying to be discreet about it, she could tell that they were holding hands under the table.
The whole day, she found that she kept checking the time to see how much longer till they would be sent off to Care of Magical Creatures. Finally it was time and she started to walk briskly towards the grounds.
"Willow, slow down will you," Harry panted tying to keep up with her as Hermione lagged fairly behind him. "You guys are so slow," Willow said walking faster.
They ended up being the first ones at Tom's hut. Willow's heart leapt when she saw Tom sitting on the fence. "Hey, Tom," she said smiling. He turned to her, his blue eyes met her green and she blushed. "Hi," he said returning the smile.
Only then did Willow realize how awkward things were. I mean, come on, he's her teacher. I'm a student, he's a teacher, what makes me think that this is totally wrong? she thought wringing her hands nervously.
Much to her relief, the other students started to turn up, ending the awkward conversation. Class went fine except for the fact that she found that she couldn't concentrate on the lesson because her eyes were always on Tom.
"Willow, Willow, come on," Harry said pushing her gently, shaking her from her daze. "Huh," she said ripping her eyes away from Tom. "We have to go to our next class," Hermione said with a hint of a smile on her face, "You can look at Tom any time you want."
Willow frowned at her but walked with her to their transfigeration class. She couldn't concentrate the rest of the day either. Her eyes kept wandering over to windows as she hoped to catch a glimpse of Tom.
That night Willow looked up at the ceiling unable to sleep. She glanced at the clock. Two o'clock. Sighing she threw her legs over the side of the bed and walked quietly out to the grounds.
At Tom's cabin, smoke was curling out of the chimney and reaching for the starry night sky. Willow walked into the center of the woods that she had visited meny nights before and laid on her back. She stared up at the moon that shone high in the sky's and her eyelids began to droop as she slowly dozed to sleep.
Suddenly she woke as if something had aroused her from her deep slumber. But when she looked around she saw nothing. rubbing her eyes she looked at her watch. Three fifteen. Drozily she got up and began the drag herself towards the edge of the forest, her robe feeling alot heavier.
Soon Willow got near the edge enough so she saw Tom's cabin through the thinning trees. As her eyes concentrated on his cabin she tripped over something. A sharp pain ran through her arm and she landed into some sort of puddle, sending it's contents splashing onto her and her robes.
Some splashed into her mouth. It tasted, strangely coppery. Wiping some out o her eyes with her good arm, she looked at the puddle. The moonlight reflected off of it and she saw what it was. Blood.
Terror ran through her. She looked at what she had tripped on and saw a leg. She stifled a scream as she followed the leg with her eyes she saw a body laying next to her facedown.
Chapter 15: In the Woods
Willow's Head
Willow woke up smiling and she happily hopped out of bed. "Come on, it's a beautiful day and everything is perfect," she sang shaking Hermione from her slumber. "What are you so happy about?" Hermione asked sitting up and offering her a tired smile.
"We have double Care of Magical Creatures today," Willow answered gliding across the room to her trunk. "Oh, I see. Have a little crush on the teacher now, don't we?" Hermione teased. "No!" Willow demanded.
Willow sat on her bed in thought, Do I like Tom? Well I did kiss him last night. And isn't it illegal for us to be more than friends? No, I'm eighteen, almost nineteen, I'm not a minor anymore, Willow argued to herself.
She got dressed quickly and headed down to the Great Hall with Hermione, where they met Harry. "Hey, Hermione, Will," Harry said looking at Hermione the whole time. Willow noticed this and glanced between the two of them. Clearly something had happened last night when she was out in the garden with Tom.
Willow began to scan the heads of the teachers table. There wasn't a blond head in sight. With a sense of disappointment, Willow went and sat across from Harry and Hermione. Even though they were trying to be discreet about it, she could tell that they were holding hands under the table.
The whole day, she found that she kept checking the time to see how much longer till they would be sent off to Care of Magical Creatures. Finally it was time and she started to walk briskly towards the grounds.
"Willow, slow down will you," Harry panted tying to keep up with her as Hermione lagged fairly behind him. "You guys are so slow," Willow said walking faster.
They ended up being the first ones at Tom's hut. Willow's heart leapt when she saw Tom sitting on the fence. "Hey, Tom," she said smiling. He turned to her, his blue eyes met her green and she blushed. "Hi," he said returning the smile.
Only then did Willow realize how awkward things were. I mean, come on, he's her teacher. I'm a student, he's a teacher, what makes me think that this is totally wrong? she thought wringing her hands nervously.
Much to her relief, the other students started to turn up, ending the awkward conversation. Class went fine except for the fact that she found that she couldn't concentrate on the lesson because her eyes were always on Tom.
"Willow, Willow, come on," Harry said pushing her gently, shaking her from her daze. "Huh," she said ripping her eyes away from Tom. "We have to go to our next class," Hermione said with a hint of a smile on her face, "You can look at Tom any time you want."
Willow frowned at her but walked with her to their transfigeration class. She couldn't concentrate the rest of the day either. Her eyes kept wandering over to windows as she hoped to catch a glimpse of Tom.
That night Willow looked up at the ceiling unable to sleep. She glanced at the clock. Two o'clock. Sighing she threw her legs over the side of the bed and walked quietly out to the grounds.
At Tom's cabin, smoke was curling out of the chimney and reaching for the starry night sky. Willow walked into the center of the woods that she had visited meny nights before and laid on her back. She stared up at the moon that shone high in the sky's and her eyelids began to droop as she slowly dozed to sleep.
Suddenly she woke as if something had aroused her from her deep slumber. But when she looked around she saw nothing. rubbing her eyes she looked at her watch. Three fifteen. Drozily she got up and began the drag herself towards the edge of the forest, her robe feeling alot heavier.
Soon Willow got near the edge enough so she saw Tom's cabin through the thinning trees. As her eyes concentrated on his cabin she tripped over something. A sharp pain ran through her arm and she landed into some sort of puddle, sending it's contents splashing onto her and her robes.
Some splashed into her mouth. It tasted, strangely coppery. Wiping some out o her eyes with her good arm, she looked at the puddle. The moonlight reflected off of it and she saw what it was. Blood.
Terror ran through her. She looked at what she had tripped on and saw a leg. She stifled a scream as she followed the leg with her eyes she saw a body laying next to her facedown.