All Alone?
Chapter 11 (the author note didn't count as a chapter)
Well, Sirius and I made up. It was almost as sappy as when Violet and Remus made up.
Sirius: I sure am happy we made up. I think to celebrate, I'll let you have firewhisky!
Cierra: YAY!
Sirius: Well, maybe beer, when you're eighteen...
Cierra: You're lucky I love you, or I might strangle you.
Okay more story... Read the other chapters for an idea about who owns the HP characters.
Chapter 11
Slowly but surely, the school year began to progress. It was November already. So far, Violet had kept her promise to Remus, not punching anyone at all. Well, she playfully hit Eric a few times but that doesn't count. The excellent thing about November was that the Quidditch season was starting up. It helped Violet endure Snapes snide comments in Potions class and the way he took points for the slightest of reasons.
Now that Angelina had graduated, there was a spot open for a Chaser on the Gryffindor Team. Violet had been begging Eric to try out for ages, but all he would say was, "I'll think about it."
Tryouts were, in fact, that day. At the moment, however, Violet was walking down the hall with Eric. "Please?" she begged.
"Maybe." Eric repeated.
"Maybe." Violet said, exasperated. "Maybe? You keep saying that! What would it hurt to go to tryouts today?"
"Well, it could hurt my head, it could hurt my back, just about anything. Don't tell me you don't know what a Bludger can do!"
"Shut up, Miller!" Violet playfully smacked him again. "Just come to tryouts, please? I'll go with you for moral support!"
"All right!" he yelled. "If it'll get you off my back, I'll go!"
"Yes! Thanks so much!" She forgot herself and threw her arms around him, kissing him on the cheek. Once she'd released him, she blushed and said, "I know you'll do great!" With that, she ran off to Care of Magical Creatures, leaving Eric with a funny look on his face.
Care of Magical Creatures wasn't too bad. Hagrid just had them take care of salamanders, allowing Violet, Ron, and Hermione to talk to him alone.
"So, er, how's yer summer been?" Hagrid said awkwardly to them, but they knew it was directed to Violet.
"Okay." Ron and Hermione said without hesitation, before looking over nervously at Violet.
"Well, the first month or so was horrible, what with everything that happened in June. I assume you heard about what happened over the summer." she said quietly.
"Oh, I heard abou' tha' all righ'," Hagrid said, angrily. "An' I was all fer tearin' yer uncle limb from limb!"
The class looked up nervously. Hagrid was pretty scary when he was mad. "Hagrid, you're being a bit loud," Violet said.
"I'd like ter kill him. You've gone through enough withou' bein' abused too!"
"Hagrid, please, can you change the subject?!" Violet said frantically. The last thing she wanted was Malfoy knowing about what had happened over the summer.
Hagrid must have understood, because he turned to the next group and said, "Don' pick 'im up by 'is leg, Seamus! Easy now! Serves yeh right ter be bitten!" He sent a cursing Seamus to the Hospital Wing.
The rest of the day seemed to drag on. Eric was so nervous he sent Professor Flitwick flying across the room, though it certainly wasn't the first time that had happened.
After what seemed like an eternity to Eric, it was 5:00 p.m. and everyone was heading out to the Quidditch Pitch, broomsticks in hand. Eric, in fact, had a Nimbus 2003. The whole team gawked over it for ten minutes.
"Amazing!"
"It's almost as fast as a Firebolt!"
"That'll definetely earn him points!"
"All right!" Alicia Spinnet said loudly. "It's Quidditch tryouts, not a broomstick show!"
So the tryouts went on. The Creevey brothers, weren't bad, but of course, they were a bit overenthusiastic, as always. Dean tried out, but he froze up when Katie tossed him the Quaffle. None were very good, and finally, it was Eric's turn.
He tried his best to hide his trembling, until Katie threw him the Quaffle. Without warning, he caught it, and turned his broom towards the other side of the pitch, where Ron, who had improved much over the summer, Violet noticed, was standing guard over the three goal posts.
Suddenly, all the tension and nervousness of the day disappeared. Quidditch was just natural for him. Without warning, Eric swung his muscular arm back, and threw with all his might, sending it straight through the middle hoop. He didn't even notice the cheers from the crowd, but zoomed toward the other side of the pitch, and catching the Quaffle right before it hit the ground. He tossed it up to Katie, and they flew around the pitch, throwing it back and forth to each other, until Eric sent the red ball whizzing past Ron's ear, into the left goal post. And so it went on.
Before 5:30, it was official. Eric Miller was the newest Chaser for Gryffindor.
Naturally, they had an insane party in Gryffindor tower. Violet snuck out under the cloak, went to Hogsmeade, and returned an hour later, carrying bags of sweets and flagons of butterbeer.
Eric gaped, but she just tossed him a bag with a grin on her face. "Congratulations!" she said, hugging him tightly.
Eric returned the hug happily. He couldn't believe he'd made it as the new Chaser.
That party turned out to be more interesting than any other. Ron had way too many butterbeers and started dancing on the table with a lampshade on his head. They had just decided to play Spin the Bottle, when an extremely irritated Professor McGonagall snapped at them all to go to bed. Violet and Eric stuck around to clean up while the others crashed for the night.
"Nice party, huh?" Violet smiled, tossing candy wrappers and paper goblets into a trash bag.
"The best I've ever been to." Eric nodded. "I wish we could have played Spin the Bottle though."
"Yeah..." Violet said wistfully. "Even though it is fun, it makes you feel like you need to spin a bottle to kiss someone you like."
"I never thought of it that way." Eric said thoughtfully. They continued cleaning up. (A/N: your typical awkward in-love moment!~) They reached for the same cup and grasped hands momentarily. They slowly looked up, and stared at each other for a minute. Their heads gradually began moving toward one another, and they'd closed their eyes. Violet's lips weren't a centimeter from Eric's when she pulled back sharply. His brown eyes were question marks.
"M-maybe we should do this some other time." Violet said softly, before releasing his hand with regret. Eric looked hurt. "It's not you. I-I'm just not ready for this right now. I'm sorry."
After she left, all Eric could do was ponder what had gone wrong. He knew she wanted to kiss him as badly as he wanted to kiss her, he could see it in her eyes. Why had she pulled back? Why wasn't she ready? Had she had bad relationships in the past or something? Violet Potter had to be the most mysterious girl he'd ever met, and he was determined to find out more about her.***
Things were pretty quiet between Eric and Violet for the next two weeks, as the first Quidditch game against Slytherin drew nearer. They were so busy with classes and Quidditch training, plus Violet's training with McGonagall and tutoring the annoying little first to fourth years. She ranted about it to Ron.
"Honestly, did we act like that when we were younger? Little brats. I literally had to jinx one of them yesterday! And then *I* got in trouble for it!"
Hermione sighed. "Honestly, Violet. You've got to be *patient* with them!"
"I was!" she squawked indignantly. "Frankly, I should have beat the shit out them all at once!"
"You'd kill them." Eric spoke up, before blushing, not realizing he'd said anything.
Violet avoided his eyes. Ron and Hermione glanced back and forth from Violet to Eric, before dragging Violet off in another direction.
"What's going on between you and Miller?" Ron demanded.
"Nothing, Ron!" Violet said, annoyed.
"Is he hitting on you?" Ron said angrily. "Because if he is, I won't hesitate to pound him into a pulp!"
"Ron!" Violet said, frustrated. "I just- I can't deal with this right now. There's nothing going on between us!" She turned the corner before Ron could say anything else.
After she'd left, Ron looked at Hermione. "What do you think?"
"I think there's definetely something going on between them." Hermione said without hesitation.
"I ought to beat the living daylights out of Miller!" Ron said angrily. "Violet doesn't need anyone tormenting her! You wait, next time I see him, I'm going to beat him within an inch of his life!"
"Ron. I don't just think it's Eric!" Hermione said, her eyebrows raised. "I think Violet's got a thing for him as well." When Ron scoffed, Hermione smacked him in exasperation. "Come on, Ron! He is cute! And Violet's beautiful. *And* they're both good, nice people. It's no wonder they'd fall for one another."
"Well, if he hurts her, he won't know what hit him."
"Oh, come on!" Hermione snapped, dragging him off toward the Common Room.
The next day, Saturday, it rained all day. Eric stared out the window glumly, thinking about his problem with Violet. Speaking of Violet, where the hell is she? Eric wondered. She wasn't in the Common Room. He asked Parvati Patil, who had just come down the stairs from the girl's dorm if she was up there, but Parvati just giggled and said no. When she walked past him with Lavender Brown, he overheard her say, "Man, he is one cutie." He felt his ears turn red, and he turned back to the window.
No, it couldn't be. Was that figure on the broomstick in the rain Violet? He ran upstairs and grabbed his cloak, before leaving Gryffindor Tower and bursting out of the back doors towards the Quidditch Pitch. He went to the broom shed and got out his Nimbus, mounted it and zoomed up to where Violet was milling around.
When she saw him, she looked astonished. "Miller, what are you doing here?"
"Trying to figure out what the hell you're doing out here." Eric said bluntly.
"I like to ride my broomstick in the rain when I've got a lot on my mind." she said with a sheepish grin.
"Well, maybe I do too." he said, doing a perfect barrel roll and landed back upright, his hair messy. Violet had to laugh. Eric did something then that was very unlike him. He seized Violet around the waist and pulled her onto the back of the broomstick with him.
"Eric Miller!" Violet squealed. "What are you doing?!"
"I think it's time you had a little fun." he whispered, before taking off with a burst of speed, leaving Violet's broomstick where it was. Violet screeched, grabbing him around the waist just in time.
Eric proved to be as good a flyer as she was, Violet thought, holding tight to him. He did loops, barrel rolls, 90 degree dives while managing to pull back up sharply just before they crashed to the ground, corkscrews, etc. Even in the rain, it was the best time Violet had in a long time. And she was pretty sure it was because it was with Eric.
Finally to her dismay, Eric slowed the broom to a complete halt. Violet, however, didn't let go. Her chin rested on his shoulder,her arms stayed laced around his waist, and she briefly closed her eyes. After a minute, she realized what she was doing, and let go for a minute. Eric, to her surprise, managed to shift around so he was facing Violet. He gripped Violet's shoulders tightly, and jerked to the side, so that they were now hanging upside down from the broomstick. "It's all right. I've got you." Eric said with a soft laugh, still holding tight to Violet. It may have been a rediculous sight for anyone who'd seen them: hanging upside down by their knees on a broomstick in the pouring rain, holding on to each other for dear life. But to Eric, it felt like the most natural thing in the world.
"Are you scared?" Eric said gently, holding on to her.
"I'm terrified." Violet whispered truthfully, although her fear had nothing to do with fear of heights.
"It's okay. I won't let anything--" He abruptly stopped, as Violet's lips were soon pressed against his, cutting him off. It took him by surprise, as his eyes were open for a second, before closing them, and pulling Violet closer to him.
Violet had never kissed anyone before, aside from that kiss on Eric's cheek, but especially not a French kiss, but this felt like the best kiss there could ever be. Right now, nothing existed in her eyes except her and Eric. The rain pounded on and the blood was rushing to their heads, but they kept on. Violet was now running her hand through Eric's curly hair, massaging his head almost, and Eric was rubbing her back.
After what seemed like too soon, they pulled away, gasping for breath. Eric spoke first. "Your breath's all minty."
"Your breath smells like onions." Violet said coyly. When Eric blushed, she leaned in and kissed him again. "I'm joking."
Finally, they had to spin back around as their faces felt very heavy with blood. Eric lightly touched her face with the tips of his fingers. "I might fall in love with you." he said huskily.
"I might fall in love with *you*." Violet said truthfully, feeling incredibly vulnerable all of a sudden.
"I think I am in love with you." He played with her messy wet hair.
Violet bit her lip. "You're not."
"Why not? Don't tell me you didn't feel that earlier." Eric said disbelievingly.
"I didn't say that I didn't. It's just... Eric, this was our first kiss. And, it was amazing to say the least. But, no one falls in love at sixteen, and much less after their first kiss."
"Then why does it feel like love?" Eric said, lacing his fingers in hers.
"I couldn't tell you that." Violet said with a sad smile. "I've never been in love." With that, she ran her fingers through his hair again, and kissed him once more, a soft, tender kiss. "Can you take me back to my broom now?"
"Sure." he said, turning around so he was facing the front. Violet held on tightly as they sped towards Violet's Firebolt.
Finally, Violet tried to climb on by herself, but Eric wouldn't hear of it. He held her hand and wrapped an arm around her waist, helping her onto the broomstick. "Thanks, Miller." she whispered. Once more, their faces connected, and Violet clutched the front of her broomstick tightly, before zooming down toward the ground, leaving Eric staring after her with a dazed look on his face.
**Well? How was that? I know it's a little mushy. and i'm sorry it's so short! REVIEW and maybe they'll get longer!
Chapter 11 (the author note didn't count as a chapter)
Well, Sirius and I made up. It was almost as sappy as when Violet and Remus made up.
Sirius: I sure am happy we made up. I think to celebrate, I'll let you have firewhisky!
Cierra: YAY!
Sirius: Well, maybe beer, when you're eighteen...
Cierra: You're lucky I love you, or I might strangle you.
Okay more story... Read the other chapters for an idea about who owns the HP characters.
Chapter 11
Slowly but surely, the school year began to progress. It was November already. So far, Violet had kept her promise to Remus, not punching anyone at all. Well, she playfully hit Eric a few times but that doesn't count. The excellent thing about November was that the Quidditch season was starting up. It helped Violet endure Snapes snide comments in Potions class and the way he took points for the slightest of reasons.
Now that Angelina had graduated, there was a spot open for a Chaser on the Gryffindor Team. Violet had been begging Eric to try out for ages, but all he would say was, "I'll think about it."
Tryouts were, in fact, that day. At the moment, however, Violet was walking down the hall with Eric. "Please?" she begged.
"Maybe." Eric repeated.
"Maybe." Violet said, exasperated. "Maybe? You keep saying that! What would it hurt to go to tryouts today?"
"Well, it could hurt my head, it could hurt my back, just about anything. Don't tell me you don't know what a Bludger can do!"
"Shut up, Miller!" Violet playfully smacked him again. "Just come to tryouts, please? I'll go with you for moral support!"
"All right!" he yelled. "If it'll get you off my back, I'll go!"
"Yes! Thanks so much!" She forgot herself and threw her arms around him, kissing him on the cheek. Once she'd released him, she blushed and said, "I know you'll do great!" With that, she ran off to Care of Magical Creatures, leaving Eric with a funny look on his face.
Care of Magical Creatures wasn't too bad. Hagrid just had them take care of salamanders, allowing Violet, Ron, and Hermione to talk to him alone.
"So, er, how's yer summer been?" Hagrid said awkwardly to them, but they knew it was directed to Violet.
"Okay." Ron and Hermione said without hesitation, before looking over nervously at Violet.
"Well, the first month or so was horrible, what with everything that happened in June. I assume you heard about what happened over the summer." she said quietly.
"Oh, I heard abou' tha' all righ'," Hagrid said, angrily. "An' I was all fer tearin' yer uncle limb from limb!"
The class looked up nervously. Hagrid was pretty scary when he was mad. "Hagrid, you're being a bit loud," Violet said.
"I'd like ter kill him. You've gone through enough withou' bein' abused too!"
"Hagrid, please, can you change the subject?!" Violet said frantically. The last thing she wanted was Malfoy knowing about what had happened over the summer.
Hagrid must have understood, because he turned to the next group and said, "Don' pick 'im up by 'is leg, Seamus! Easy now! Serves yeh right ter be bitten!" He sent a cursing Seamus to the Hospital Wing.
The rest of the day seemed to drag on. Eric was so nervous he sent Professor Flitwick flying across the room, though it certainly wasn't the first time that had happened.
After what seemed like an eternity to Eric, it was 5:00 p.m. and everyone was heading out to the Quidditch Pitch, broomsticks in hand. Eric, in fact, had a Nimbus 2003. The whole team gawked over it for ten minutes.
"Amazing!"
"It's almost as fast as a Firebolt!"
"That'll definetely earn him points!"
"All right!" Alicia Spinnet said loudly. "It's Quidditch tryouts, not a broomstick show!"
So the tryouts went on. The Creevey brothers, weren't bad, but of course, they were a bit overenthusiastic, as always. Dean tried out, but he froze up when Katie tossed him the Quaffle. None were very good, and finally, it was Eric's turn.
He tried his best to hide his trembling, until Katie threw him the Quaffle. Without warning, he caught it, and turned his broom towards the other side of the pitch, where Ron, who had improved much over the summer, Violet noticed, was standing guard over the three goal posts.
Suddenly, all the tension and nervousness of the day disappeared. Quidditch was just natural for him. Without warning, Eric swung his muscular arm back, and threw with all his might, sending it straight through the middle hoop. He didn't even notice the cheers from the crowd, but zoomed toward the other side of the pitch, and catching the Quaffle right before it hit the ground. He tossed it up to Katie, and they flew around the pitch, throwing it back and forth to each other, until Eric sent the red ball whizzing past Ron's ear, into the left goal post. And so it went on.
Before 5:30, it was official. Eric Miller was the newest Chaser for Gryffindor.
Naturally, they had an insane party in Gryffindor tower. Violet snuck out under the cloak, went to Hogsmeade, and returned an hour later, carrying bags of sweets and flagons of butterbeer.
Eric gaped, but she just tossed him a bag with a grin on her face. "Congratulations!" she said, hugging him tightly.
Eric returned the hug happily. He couldn't believe he'd made it as the new Chaser.
That party turned out to be more interesting than any other. Ron had way too many butterbeers and started dancing on the table with a lampshade on his head. They had just decided to play Spin the Bottle, when an extremely irritated Professor McGonagall snapped at them all to go to bed. Violet and Eric stuck around to clean up while the others crashed for the night.
"Nice party, huh?" Violet smiled, tossing candy wrappers and paper goblets into a trash bag.
"The best I've ever been to." Eric nodded. "I wish we could have played Spin the Bottle though."
"Yeah..." Violet said wistfully. "Even though it is fun, it makes you feel like you need to spin a bottle to kiss someone you like."
"I never thought of it that way." Eric said thoughtfully. They continued cleaning up. (A/N: your typical awkward in-love moment!~) They reached for the same cup and grasped hands momentarily. They slowly looked up, and stared at each other for a minute. Their heads gradually began moving toward one another, and they'd closed their eyes. Violet's lips weren't a centimeter from Eric's when she pulled back sharply. His brown eyes were question marks.
"M-maybe we should do this some other time." Violet said softly, before releasing his hand with regret. Eric looked hurt. "It's not you. I-I'm just not ready for this right now. I'm sorry."
After she left, all Eric could do was ponder what had gone wrong. He knew she wanted to kiss him as badly as he wanted to kiss her, he could see it in her eyes. Why had she pulled back? Why wasn't she ready? Had she had bad relationships in the past or something? Violet Potter had to be the most mysterious girl he'd ever met, and he was determined to find out more about her.***
Things were pretty quiet between Eric and Violet for the next two weeks, as the first Quidditch game against Slytherin drew nearer. They were so busy with classes and Quidditch training, plus Violet's training with McGonagall and tutoring the annoying little first to fourth years. She ranted about it to Ron.
"Honestly, did we act like that when we were younger? Little brats. I literally had to jinx one of them yesterday! And then *I* got in trouble for it!"
Hermione sighed. "Honestly, Violet. You've got to be *patient* with them!"
"I was!" she squawked indignantly. "Frankly, I should have beat the shit out them all at once!"
"You'd kill them." Eric spoke up, before blushing, not realizing he'd said anything.
Violet avoided his eyes. Ron and Hermione glanced back and forth from Violet to Eric, before dragging Violet off in another direction.
"What's going on between you and Miller?" Ron demanded.
"Nothing, Ron!" Violet said, annoyed.
"Is he hitting on you?" Ron said angrily. "Because if he is, I won't hesitate to pound him into a pulp!"
"Ron!" Violet said, frustrated. "I just- I can't deal with this right now. There's nothing going on between us!" She turned the corner before Ron could say anything else.
After she'd left, Ron looked at Hermione. "What do you think?"
"I think there's definetely something going on between them." Hermione said without hesitation.
"I ought to beat the living daylights out of Miller!" Ron said angrily. "Violet doesn't need anyone tormenting her! You wait, next time I see him, I'm going to beat him within an inch of his life!"
"Ron. I don't just think it's Eric!" Hermione said, her eyebrows raised. "I think Violet's got a thing for him as well." When Ron scoffed, Hermione smacked him in exasperation. "Come on, Ron! He is cute! And Violet's beautiful. *And* they're both good, nice people. It's no wonder they'd fall for one another."
"Well, if he hurts her, he won't know what hit him."
"Oh, come on!" Hermione snapped, dragging him off toward the Common Room.
The next day, Saturday, it rained all day. Eric stared out the window glumly, thinking about his problem with Violet. Speaking of Violet, where the hell is she? Eric wondered. She wasn't in the Common Room. He asked Parvati Patil, who had just come down the stairs from the girl's dorm if she was up there, but Parvati just giggled and said no. When she walked past him with Lavender Brown, he overheard her say, "Man, he is one cutie." He felt his ears turn red, and he turned back to the window.
No, it couldn't be. Was that figure on the broomstick in the rain Violet? He ran upstairs and grabbed his cloak, before leaving Gryffindor Tower and bursting out of the back doors towards the Quidditch Pitch. He went to the broom shed and got out his Nimbus, mounted it and zoomed up to where Violet was milling around.
When she saw him, she looked astonished. "Miller, what are you doing here?"
"Trying to figure out what the hell you're doing out here." Eric said bluntly.
"I like to ride my broomstick in the rain when I've got a lot on my mind." she said with a sheepish grin.
"Well, maybe I do too." he said, doing a perfect barrel roll and landed back upright, his hair messy. Violet had to laugh. Eric did something then that was very unlike him. He seized Violet around the waist and pulled her onto the back of the broomstick with him.
"Eric Miller!" Violet squealed. "What are you doing?!"
"I think it's time you had a little fun." he whispered, before taking off with a burst of speed, leaving Violet's broomstick where it was. Violet screeched, grabbing him around the waist just in time.
Eric proved to be as good a flyer as she was, Violet thought, holding tight to him. He did loops, barrel rolls, 90 degree dives while managing to pull back up sharply just before they crashed to the ground, corkscrews, etc. Even in the rain, it was the best time Violet had in a long time. And she was pretty sure it was because it was with Eric.
Finally to her dismay, Eric slowed the broom to a complete halt. Violet, however, didn't let go. Her chin rested on his shoulder,her arms stayed laced around his waist, and she briefly closed her eyes. After a minute, she realized what she was doing, and let go for a minute. Eric, to her surprise, managed to shift around so he was facing Violet. He gripped Violet's shoulders tightly, and jerked to the side, so that they were now hanging upside down from the broomstick. "It's all right. I've got you." Eric said with a soft laugh, still holding tight to Violet. It may have been a rediculous sight for anyone who'd seen them: hanging upside down by their knees on a broomstick in the pouring rain, holding on to each other for dear life. But to Eric, it felt like the most natural thing in the world.
"Are you scared?" Eric said gently, holding on to her.
"I'm terrified." Violet whispered truthfully, although her fear had nothing to do with fear of heights.
"It's okay. I won't let anything--" He abruptly stopped, as Violet's lips were soon pressed against his, cutting him off. It took him by surprise, as his eyes were open for a second, before closing them, and pulling Violet closer to him.
Violet had never kissed anyone before, aside from that kiss on Eric's cheek, but especially not a French kiss, but this felt like the best kiss there could ever be. Right now, nothing existed in her eyes except her and Eric. The rain pounded on and the blood was rushing to their heads, but they kept on. Violet was now running her hand through Eric's curly hair, massaging his head almost, and Eric was rubbing her back.
After what seemed like too soon, they pulled away, gasping for breath. Eric spoke first. "Your breath's all minty."
"Your breath smells like onions." Violet said coyly. When Eric blushed, she leaned in and kissed him again. "I'm joking."
Finally, they had to spin back around as their faces felt very heavy with blood. Eric lightly touched her face with the tips of his fingers. "I might fall in love with you." he said huskily.
"I might fall in love with *you*." Violet said truthfully, feeling incredibly vulnerable all of a sudden.
"I think I am in love with you." He played with her messy wet hair.
Violet bit her lip. "You're not."
"Why not? Don't tell me you didn't feel that earlier." Eric said disbelievingly.
"I didn't say that I didn't. It's just... Eric, this was our first kiss. And, it was amazing to say the least. But, no one falls in love at sixteen, and much less after their first kiss."
"Then why does it feel like love?" Eric said, lacing his fingers in hers.
"I couldn't tell you that." Violet said with a sad smile. "I've never been in love." With that, she ran her fingers through his hair again, and kissed him once more, a soft, tender kiss. "Can you take me back to my broom now?"
"Sure." he said, turning around so he was facing the front. Violet held on tightly as they sped towards Violet's Firebolt.
Finally, Violet tried to climb on by herself, but Eric wouldn't hear of it. He held her hand and wrapped an arm around her waist, helping her onto the broomstick. "Thanks, Miller." she whispered. Once more, their faces connected, and Violet clutched the front of her broomstick tightly, before zooming down toward the ground, leaving Eric staring after her with a dazed look on his face.
**Well? How was that? I know it's a little mushy. and i'm sorry it's so short! REVIEW and maybe they'll get longer!