So so, here is the update now... Sorry that it took so long. We had exams in school (no thanks to my teachers).
But before everything, I would like to thank all those who reviewed and I hope more people will keep reviewing.
Now, let us begin. Oh no! The others are coming back... will they spot anything different between the two? Will they find out?
Chapter 2- Cell phone Picture
I blushed red at the thought. Had that really happened? I turned to look at Fred, searching for a sign that nothing happened. He was facing the other way so I couldn't see the expression on his face. I'm pretty sure I knew what happened, and it really did happen.
The clue? Well my hand was still in his. Apparently, he didn't want to let go no matter how hard I tried.
Wait! What was that noise? Some footsteps. They were coming towards us. Closer...Closer. I tried to pull my hand free from Fred. Everyone would find out! There was laughter behind the compartment door. They were so close! I finally found my voice.
"Fred! What are you doing? They are just outside!" I blurted out.
His expression remained blank, but he let go of my hand. It was red. He was squeezing it so tightly a while ago. I wonder why?
The compartment door slid open.
"Yeah I remem" Cho started saying.
Oliver, Katie and Cho stopped at the doorway. They looked suspiciously at us; they could always tell when something was up.
"What happened here?" Oliver asked.
"Nothing," I said trying to look dumb and without a clue.
"Ok," Katie said slowly.
She looked at Cho and Oliver. They all raised their eyebrows, then shrugged.
Phew! That was so close. I could breathe again now. Fred was still staring into space as if there was something interesting in the air. I could notice that he was trying to avoid my angry stare. He finally turned to face me. He winked secretly. Huh? I still winked back. What had been going on?
The three sat down. Katie got her cd player out and started singing along with the Simple Plan's song, "I'm Just a Kid." Cho began reading the Witch Weekly. She loved that magazine; it had all sorts of gossips about famous witches and wizards. Oliver eyed the pile of candies and chocolates greedily. He reached out and grabbed a sugar quill. He began nibbling on it.
I glanced around. Everyone had something to do. Fred was now pressing the keys on his cell phone. It seemed he was texting someone. That gave me an idea. I got my cell phone out. I went into camera mode. I shot pictures here and there. I tried not to arise suspicion to myself. I really wanted to take a picture of Fred. I pointed the camera everywhere pretending to take a picture of Oliver, Katie and Cho too. They all smiled. They thought I was really taking their picture. I pointed at Fred. He smiled too. I shot this time.
How cute he looked! I knew I would be kissing that picture every single night before going to bed. I saved the picture then put my cell phone in my pocket once more.
The train began slowing down. I guess we were finally at Hogwarts. I started fixing my things and gathering all the uneaten pieces of candy. I was the neat one in the group. I slipped some owl treats to Princess. She gobbled them up happily.
The train ceased to a halt. Everyone stopped what they were doing and stood up. We all made our way past the noisy first, second and third years. I saw some of my old friends. I tried to wave merrily. I couldn't get what happened a while ago out of my head. I finally made it out of the train and down on the cold hard pavement.
The cool crisp air surrounded me. I made my way to one of the invisible horse-drawn carriages. I was determined to get out of the freezing weather. It was soooo cold that my breath came out in big puffs of smoke.
These creatures that pulled the carriages amazed me. I could feel it breathing. I could tell that it was cold too. I tried to reach forward and pat it.
"Oh," I cried.
My hand brushed against something spiky. I rubbed the creature's neck. It purred softly. I wondered what these creatures were. I loved animals.
I pulled my hand away and hoisted myself onto the carriage. No one was there. I picked the seat on the farthest right.
I made myself comfortable then I patiently waited for the carriage to move. I felt the carriage bend to the left. Someone would be joining me for the trip.
My whole body froze at the sight of Fred's face. His face had grown red from the cold weather but went even darker when he saw me. He gave me one look and sat on the seat farthest from mine.
He started drumming his fingers against his knee. He bit his lip nervously.
"Am I right?" he said, as the carriage started to move.
There was silence. He was arguing to himself to tell or not to tell?
"We fell the same way about each other?" he finally asked.
I hadn't prepared for this. I didn't know what to say or what to do. Was it hot in here or was it just I? Sweat trickled down my face. My eyes shifted form corner to corner looking for a way out. I decided to take the plunge. The dare.
I nodded my head in reply. I gulped.
Fred didn't say anything. He started tapping his foot on the carriage floor.
"All these years I've been hiding it from you, thinking you would laugh at me. But you felt the same way."
"I did the same," I said.
"That explains the chocolate frog," he continued.
I looked towards the ceiling. Of course that was the reason!
"I saw what you were doing a while ago," he said.
What? He knew?
"You weren't really taking the others picture, you just wanted a shot of me." He grumbled.
"How did you find out?" I asked, the carriage was getting hotter.
"I know everything," he replied, smiling.
"Besides," he continued, "I did the same thing."
In the wo-.
He took out his cell pone and showed me the picture. I was there, looking at him, not smiling though. He had used it as his background. How sweet!
He looked at it triumphantly and kissed it before putting it back in his pocket.
I blushed at the sight. He moved closer to me. There went me heart, jumping up to my throat. I couldn't explain the feeling when Fred was around. It was like I could just fly away. He made me soooooooo happy, which made me know that he was the one.
He held my hand again. I gazed into his eyes. I closed mine, he closed his. I brought my face closer to his; he brought his face closer to mine. Once again there was that fluttering sensation. We kissed passionately on the lips. We held for about 15 seconds. The best 15 seconds of my life. His lips against mine and his tongue rolling in with mine.
He brought his hand down and touched me. Touched me in a way anyone ever touched me before. He was a really good kisser and I was lucky to have him.
Now I had someone, like everyone else. It was the beginning of a new relationship.