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And now, the VERY anticipated:
Chapter Three: The Rain from Spain that Came
Quidditch is one of my least favorite things about school. This is chiefly because Natalie is on the team, and so practice always detracts from our hang-out time, and when I go to games, there's nobody to joke with, because she's flying around on a broom. Of course, I've never told her that. I try to be a good, supportive friend, and wear a pin with her picture on it on my cloak at the games, and cheer really loudly for her with Alice. But it's just not my favorite thing about school. I'd much rather be doing essays for Charms in my warm dormitory with a mug of chocolate and Natalie next to me, laughing about the stupidity of the Marauders and joking about her crush on Sirius.
But nevertheless, the first Quidditch game of the year was looming near. It was almost November. The weeks had been dragging on in such treacherous boringness that I almost welcomed the arrival of the Quidditch season.
Classes were more tedious than ever. Janna and Annie were driving me nuts with their mooning over the oh-so-sexy Head Boy, and Annie enjoyed making out with James right in front of me, standing directly in front of doors I needed to enter or people I wanted to talk to. It was a sickening sight.
Rhanda and Carolyn took to winking at me whenever we passed in the halls and James was nearby. Naturally, this increased my dislike for the prat.
Study group was awful; I think Natalie was beginning to fall out-of-like with Sirius, which was a big deal, after her very longtime crush on him. He and James seemed more perverted than ever, and had outrageous conversations right in front of us about the most obscene things. Kelso even commented that they're comments were getting out of hand. One study group day, they began joking about shagging McGonagall. I won't delve into that any further. Just believe me when I say it was disturbing.
True to my word to McGonagall, I was behaving, but it wasn't easy. The first two months of school were awful. And now it was time for Quidditch. Kill joy.
On the morning of November 1, Natalie was up early, nervously pacing the dormitory.
"Ravenclaw's really good," she kept saying, "But we're good, too…Just as long as it doesn't rain."
"There won't be rain," Alice announced from her bed sleepily. "It was on the Wizarding Weather channel. The rain's been focused mostly in Spain. It's been amazingly dry everywhere else, but Spain's flooding with rain and wind, taking the brunt for us, I reckon."
"See, Lee-lee?" I yawned. "No rain. Now shut up, please?"
She threw a shoe at me and I hid under my covers. (Now do you know why I hate Quidditch? It makes my best friend madly dangerous!)
Natalie didn't seem cheered by the good news, and continued to pace nervously. Afraid of another shoe being hurtled at me, I remained quiet and tried to ignore her pacing and get a few more minutes of sleep.
Unfortunately, Alice gave up on getting more sleep, and the sound of the shower in the next room washed away any chances I had of getting more shut-eye. Annie gave up, too, and went to find James, probably to give him a nice little good-luck snog session. Therefore, I was forced to get out of my warm bed as well, as Natalie was driving me nuts and my bed is right by the wall next to the shower.
Janna sleeps like a rock. I don't think that even a stampede of hippogriffs could wake her up. I unconsciously glared at her slumbering form as I fumbled around my section of the big closet us girls share, in search of my warmest sweater and my short jean skirt that actually isn't freezing cold to wear in cold months.
If only I could sleepas soundly as Janna. Ah well.
I had a ton of time to get ready for the game, so after showering, getting dressed in my favorite Muggle 'Saturday' clothes (a jean skirt and a yellow sweater), magically drying and curling my hair and going through my usual beauty routine (it's pretty shortI'm not real big on makeup). I adjusted the amber necklace I always wear, and then slipped on my fuzzy yellow slippers and crawled back into bed with a novel I bought a few Hogsmeade trips before. It was a collection of short satire, all of which revolved around a witch named Malfunda and her house elf. I found it to be quite humorous, although I could only read it in short intervals, otherwise I got bored with the rather dry humor of the book.
Natalie was now dressing in her game robes for Quidditch: deep scarlet with gold clasps and lettering on the back that said 'N. THOMAS' in large, bold calligraphy that glittered gold. Her braids were tied back with a red ribbon, and her brown eyes looked worried. Before she zipped her robes up, she stopped in front of the mirror and let her game robes drop to the floor, leaving her in a white tank top and black warm-up pants. As she eyed herself critically, I set my book down and raised an eyebrow at my best friend.
"What's wrong?"
She ignored me for a minute, her hand running over her flat stomach, smoothing out invisible flaws.
"Lee-lee?" I said softly, sitting up. She jerked a little bit, as if she'd just noticed my presence, and smiled at me, but her eyes were far from happy. Natalie's played Quidditch for ages. I was confused about why this game had her acting so out of character.
"I'm fine, Lil," she said, smiling. But I knew better. Tossing my quilt aside, I stood up and embraced her. As she clung to me, now clearly not fine, I whispered,
"What's wrong, Lee? I know there's something…" Natalie shrugged miserably.
"I truly don't know. I'm just so scared about today. Which doesn't make sense. I've done this before…But something's got me worried. Like something bad is gonna happen."
I pulled back and looked at her quizzically.
"You're a pro, Lee-lee. And you're amazing at Quidditch. Best Keeper ever. What could go wrong?"
She laughed a little.
"Yeah right." She laughed some more, but then her dark eyes became serious.
"What is it?" I asked seriously. I still didn't buy the bad omen crap.
"It's not a big deal. I just have the normal butterflies…and I got, like, zero hours of sleep," Natalie said, shrugging nonchalantly. "Probably 'cuz I was thinking about that idiot 'Padfoot.'" She spat Sirius's nickname with such contempt it took a moment for what she said to register with me.
"Is that why your so nervous to play?" I asked, my left eyebrow cocking up in shock.
Natalie shook her head, and she shrugged her muscled and toned shoulders helplessly.
"I don't know why that would make me so nervous. We've played together for years now. I really don't know why I have such fricken awful butterflies."
"Don't think about Sirius," I said firmly. "Don't think about him for even a second. You can do better, Lee-lee. Focus on the game, and kicking Ravenclaw's tail feathers into the lake." Natalie laughed at my little pep talk and squared her shoulders and set her face. Her eyes were still worried, but she was masking it well.
"Shall I repeat that?" she joked.
"You'd better," I said solemnly. "Now let's go eat. You need some energy for the game."
She pulled her scarlet robes on over her clothes and fastened them firmly. Then she turned to me and grinned a little.
"If it does rain, I guess I'll regret wearing this tank top. Especially with my hot pink sports bra."
I laughed and shook my head.
"You won't regret it when Sirius's eyes pop out of his head and every boy in school confesses his undying love for you," I said.
"Shut up," she said, apparently irked by the mention of the Bighead.
"Oops, sorry," I said.
"I suppose I forgive you," Natalie said with a halfhearted grin.
I pulled on my sneakers and then opened the dormitory door.
"Wow, an indentured servant. Why don't you mention bigheads and insult me when I'm PMS-y more often?"
I laughed.
"As you wish, m'lady."
"You're such a nerd," Natalie laughed. All worry was gone from her eyes now. Pleased, I replied,
"Learned it from you." She scowled at me, and then we burst into laughter.
Linking arms, the two of us headed down to the Great Hall, where scrambled eggs and cinnamon porridge were waiting.
Alice and I walked out to the stadium with Natalie, and wished her luck, giving her quick hugs and last minute words of encouragement, before she headed off to join the team.
As we searched for a spot in the Gryffindor stands, Annie and Janna smiled and waved at us in a less-than-friendly way.
I looked at Alice.
"You want to sit with them?" I asked in a low voice. She shrugged.
"Why? Is there a better spot?" I doubted it, but began to look around anyway.
"HEY LILY! ALICE! OVER HERE!" We turned to see Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew, the two non-Quidditch playing Marauders, waving for us to join them.
Alice and I shrugged at each other.
"At least they seem to want us to sit with them," she muttered as we made our way to them. "Janna and Annie didn't seem keen on the idea."
She was right about that. Annie's rather possessive of James when they're dating, so sitting by her during her boyfriend's big game would probably promote some bad sparks.
Alice and I squeezed into the seats in front of Remus and Peter.
"Hi, guys," I said politely.
"How are you two?" Alice asked pleasantly. Always the polite one, that Alice. I stifled a grin.
"I'm doing pretty well, thanks," Remus said vaguely. He smiled at me, and I felt an uncomfortable squirm as I randomly remembered our first kiss. He'd smiled at me in a very similar way just a few minutes before it happened…
"How about you, Peter?" I asked., pushing thoughts of me and Remus aside.
Out of all the Marauders, Peter Pettigrew seems to be the most displaced. James and Sirius are natural bad boys, and Remus has a wild streak, as well, but Peter…he's a wimp. A clingy, whiney, annoying, pesky boy. He looks something like I always imagined Humpty Dumpty, the one from my book of nursery rhymes, who sat on a wall. He's plump, with an egg shaped head and dark blond hair that's a little messy, like James's, but not as bad. He has light blue eyes that always water, so it looks like he's always crying, and he's really pale with very red cheeks. I don't think he'd be all that bad looking if he lost some weight and did something about his watery eyes. He has soft features that are almost feminine, but they suit him, because he's very meek and sensitive. He worships James. It's rather sick. But then again, he and James are related, somehow. Janna is James's first cousin. Her mum is James's dad's sister. I think Peter's mum is their parents' cousinor maybe second cousin. Not sure. So Peter and Janna and James are second cousins or maybe third. At least, that's what Janna said. But Peter is nothing like James and Janna. They're confident and cocky and driven and smart. (or at least think they are.) But Peter struggles in school and lacks confidence. His hero is James. So he clearly has some mental problems. (Alright, that was mean of me, I'm just kidding...kinda…) But I'll give him this: he's a pretty nice kid, and seems like a really loyal friend.
Peter was grinning cheerfully.
"I'm fine," he said, a furtive smile crossing his mouth. "I think I'll go get some drinks. Anyone want something?"
"I do. I'll come," Alice said. "Would you like me to get you anything, Lily?" I shook my head.
"No thanks. I don't see any point in eating right after breakfast." Alice smiled.
"And that's why you're a twig," she said, grinning at me.
"Could you get me a butterbeer?" Remus asked Peter, and handed him a few coins. Alice and Peter left, leaving me with Remus sitting behind me, and an awkward silence set in.
Once again, my mind was screaming AWKWARD. Probably because it was super awkward times twenty-one.
"So how's everything going, Lily?" Remus asked. I turned on the bench so I was sitting with a shoulder facing him.
"Eh, it's alright. How about you?" (I hate these types of conversations, where you ask questions you don't really care about the answers to, just to be nice.)
"I'm alright." He smiled nervously, and out of the corner of my eye I saw him look around uneasily. "So how do you like our new professor in Charms?"
I shrugged.
"He's okay. Charms is my best subject, and it was hard to go from an experienced teacher to him…he knows a lot and stuff, but he's not very good at teaching in a way that fit's a variety of students' learning styles." Remus nodded, and I smiled at his grayish-blue-green eyes. They're so pretty. I could get lost looking at them. I'm not sure if they're more blue or green or gray, and it's easy to get lost trying to figure it out. His light brown hair was combed over to the side, with a right side part. It was growing out a bit like Sirius's, curling up on the ends. It looked really nice. And he didn't look as tired and worn out as he had the previous week today.
Remus is a couple inches taller than me, and he's probably a few pounds underweight, like me. I've always found him fairly attractive, but sometimes he gets really pale and tired looking, and that's when his appeal plummets. Today, however, he looked awake and alert, and nicely colored.
And I was irritated to recall just why I had been so attracted to him back in fifth year, right around the start of Quidditch. Oh Merlin. Bad omen.
"So, Lily?" he said, suddenly getting really shy.
"Yeah?" My heart suddenly began to thump like a rabbit's foot. Why the hell was wrong with me? And what the hell was up with him? Why had his voice gone all soft?
"I was wondering…" His face turned red, and progressively grew redder and redder in the silence that followed.
Oh Merlin. I knew what was coming…
His gray-green-blue eyes met mine, and I saw something that caught me off-guard in those strangely colored eyes. I saw a bit of the awkward nervousness he was revealing now. But I also saw determination and a glimmer of excited hope. However, the most shocking thing I saw at that moment was a look of admiration and love-well, not love, really, but more strong like, I suppose, for me. That totally threw me. And then his words tumbled out like vomit.
"Lily, I've missed you so much since last year. I really want to get back together. Will you go out with me again, just so we can be sure of whether or not we're right for each other?"
I stared at him for a moment, my eyes wide and gaping. His shy approach had dissolved, and Remus was now looking into my eyes earnestly and hopefully.
I glanced away quickly, trying to collect my feelings and emotions.
"Remus, I-" But I didn't finish, because I didn't really know what to say.
"One butterbeer," Peter announced, handing Remus his drink.
"And a bottle of water for the skinny lady," Alice said with a grin, handing me a tall plastic bottle of red water, glittering with gold bubbles (for Gryffindor, obviously).
I grinned and thanked her. I love the random, cool merchandise that can be purchased in the magical world.
"So guess what I just heard?" Alice announced.
"What?" Remus asked as he tried to pry off the cap to his butterbeer.
"Rhanda Filch was recruited to play for Ravenclaw. I think it was as a Keeper."
"Really? Why didn't she say anything?" I said, surprised by the news.
"Well, Blake Corner was freaking out, because a Chaser got all nervous and chickened out this morning, and Rhanda heard and agreed to join the team and play today, with absolutely no practice, so Blake switched over to play Chaser, because Rhanda's better at Keeper."
Remus and I exchanged shocked looks.
"That sucks for Ravenclaw," he said.
"Rhanda's a tough kid. She'll do fine," I said.
Alice looked thoughtful.
"I guess it has it's advantages for Ravenclaw, too, though. Because Jay's been preparing Gryffindor to play against Ravenclaw with Blake as Keeper, and honestly, he's a rather crappy Keeper. So if Rhanda's better…"
We continued to discuss the different pros and cons of the change as the stands filled up and became jam-packed with fans from all four houses. Eventually we were forced to stand up, as people were crunching us from all four sides.
"We're about to start," Remus said, consulting his wristwatch.
Right on cue, a voice rang out through the stadium.
"Morning, Hogwarts, and welcome to the first Quidditch game of the year!"
"Who is that?" Peter asked us, standing on tiptoe and trying to see who was commentating.
Last year the Quidditch commentator was Hagen Avery, and he was an obnoxious, biased Slytherin bigot. But he'd graduated in June, so there was a new commentator this year.
Alice and me stood on out toes as well, trying to see who was over in the commentating box with McGonagall. But Remus stayed put.
"It's Alec McGovern," he said.
"Whose she?" Peter asked, looking confused.
"He is a Hufflepuff sixth year," Alice said.
"And a Prefect," I added.
"He loves Quidditch, but can't play worth beans," Remus announced. "So he was recommended to replace Avery this year. He told us about it in Study Group."
"I hate Study Group," Peter suddenly groaned. Alice rolled her eyes. She was in the Magical Medicine Study Group. Peter had been placed in the group last minute, because he still didn't know what he wanted to do after school. Alice said he was the biggest whiner ever during their study hour, and although she could tolerate him normally, Study Group was hell with him.
Alec McGovern's voice continued to echo through the stadium.
"Today's game is between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw! Last year Captain Blake Corner led Ravenclaw to win the Quidditch Cup. However, with many old players graduated, Captain Corner is playing with a new, much younger team this year. However, the team is rumored to be extremely talented."
And then the royal blue clad Ravenclaw came speeding onto the Quidditch pitch.
"Here they come: Captain Corner leading, followed by Filch, Redding, Bloom, Jones, Kisor and Boot." There were loud cheers and catcalls from the Ravenclaw stands, and a few scattered boos from the Gryffindors.
"And here comes Gryffindor, led by Captain Jay Thomas, followed by Natalie Thomas, Black, Gideon Prewett, Fabian Prewett, Higgins and Potter. Gryffindor has a fairly mature team this year, with strong, experienced players. The only newcomer to the team is Chaser Amanda Higgins.
"And now captains shake hands…"
I watched from the stands as Jay and Blake shook hands unsmilingly, and grinned to myself. Natalie's older brother cracks me up sometimes, with his serious, 'win or die' philosophy of Quidditch.
"Madam Hooch is pep-talking the teams…and they mount their brooms, and here we go!" Alec yelled.
"He sounds pretty excited," Peter sniggered. I rolled my eyes and watched as Natalie shot up and began guarding the goal posts. I glanced at the opposite end of the pitch, where Rhanda was doing the same.
Argus Filch, the greasy old caretaker at Hogwarts, was watching the game from the pitch, a rake in hand. He loves Rhanda, although I would've thought loving anyone was not part of his character.
The Gryffindor Chasers are Jay, Fabian Prewett and Amanda Higgins. Jay and Fabian have played together for years, and are both in seventh year and extremely good. I watched Amanda, who looked like she was in third or fourth year, as she accelerated through the air, and wondered if she was good.
"I wonder if Amanda Higgins will be any good," Remus mused. I was surprised that we were thinking the same thing, but tried to mask it. This proved unnecessary, as Peter chortled.
"If she plays as good as she looks, then I'll bet she's a good one," he said. Alice and I exchanged raised eyebrows, and Peter laughed at his joke.
Rolling my eyes, I looked back at the pitch.
"And Gryffindor's Natalie Black blocks a nice shot from Kisor…Jay Thomas and Fabian Prewett make a swift comeback, using their five years of experience to their advantage. Some say the two have played together so much they can tell exactly what the other is about to do…and Fabian shoots," I watched Rhanda anxiously. "And Gryffindor scores the first points of the game!" Alec roared.
"This commentator sucks!" Peter snorted.
"'Cause he's not a bigot Slytherin?" I snapped. Peter shrank back a little, his watery eyes apologetic.
"No, I just meant…"
"Ten-zero, to Gryffindor," Alec boomed.
Gideon and Sirius were swinging their beater clubs jubilantly, and I watched in horror as the Ravenclaw Beaters sent the bludgers right at the two unsuspecting idiots.
See why I hate Quidditch? I don't know why Natalie's so obsessed with it.
Sirius and Gideon didn't realize what was happening until they were nearly knocked off their brooms. Fortunately, Jay yelled at them and they moved just in time. It looked like Sirius got scraped on his arm by the nearly fatal ball, and I actually heard him curse from my seat.
"And Kisor makes another shot, and…he misses again. Higgins now has the Quaffle and is approaching the goal posts. She passes to Jay Thomas. He shoots…and misses by a huge margin. Wow, that sucked." There were indignant shouts from my fellow Gryffindors all around me.
"What was that?"
"What in the hell is Jay doing?"
"That was a worse shot than my grandmum would make!"
I watched anxiously for another half hour as Natalie and Rhanda defended their team's goal posts. Jay kept missing, which was very out-of-character for him.
"What's wrong with him?" Remus groaned as he missed for the seventeenth time. "Has he been inhaling pixie dust again?"
"Pixie dust?" Alice repeated, confusion apparent in her eyes. Let's just say she's pretty ignorant about such things.
"It's dust sprinkled by pixies," Peter explained.
I tried not to sigh too irritably, and tried to explain better to my friend.
"Nasty! Who would want to inhale that?" she shrieked when I finished.
Peter looked uncomfortable. Remus kept his face expressionless and acted absorbed in the game, although his blue-green-gray eyes were on the wrong side of the field. Rolling my eyes, I looked pointedly at the two, and then at Alice.
"Just really stupid people," I said.
She grinned as Remus and Peter colored a bit, and we both had to labor hard to control our laughter.
"Higgins scores the first goal of her Quidditch career, making the score 80-70, Gryffindor leading by ten points."
Cheering with everyone else, Alice and I turned our attention back to the game.
It took ten minutes for the score to change again, this time Ravenclaw adding ten to their side. The game was tied.
I hate Quidditch. We've already established that. But being competitive and all, I must confess I love to watch the game once I get into it.
Natalie was having a rough time. Rhanda, too, but I wasn't really worried about her. This game was certainly not my best friend's greatest. So when Jay called a time out, I considered running down to talk to her. But the timeout was so brief I didn't even have time to think anymore of it.
"James had better get that effing snitch soon. It's nearly lunch," Peter said.
"And Gryffindor seems to be making some mid-game switches," Alec announced. "Natalie Thomas and her brother, Captain Jay Thomas, are switching places."
"What the-" I gawked at Natalie in shock. Why had they switched?
The game continued, and Natalie actually adjusted well to her change in position. She later told me she just wasn't having a "Keeper day." Whatever that means.
"And Jay Thomas blocks three consecutive shots from Ravenclaw," Alec yelled. "Amazing!"
Yawning, Alice checked her wristwatch.
"Did I just feel rain?" Remus suddenly asked. Groaning, I held out my hands. Sure enough, an instant later I felt little pellets of water hitting my palms. Cursing, I glanced back up at the pitch.
"Potter'd better get that Snitch soon," I announced.
"Oh he will," Peter said confidently.
A minute passed.
I felt all the curls in my hair begin to fall straight.
Another minute passed.
My eyelashes felt like sprinklersevery time I blinked water flicked off them.
Five minutes.
My hair got all stringy from the excessive water being poured on it. At least my skin was still dry.
Ten minutes.
Or not…
Twelve minutes.
I think my hands were turning blue.
Fifteen.
And my arms…
Twenty.
It's official. Hypothermia. Well, not really, but you know.
About a quarter of the fans left after half an hour of rain. Gryffindor was having a bit of trouble dealing with the wet weather, but Ravenclaw wasn't doing too splendid either.
Natalie was desperately working with Fabian and Amanda to score, but Rhanda was doing an amazing job blocking shots. However, Jay wasn't quite as skilled with Keeping as he was with Chasing, and let a few Ravenclaw shots in that Natalie would've caught.
"With the score at 150-100, to Ravenclaw, things are looking up for Blake Corner's team, but it'll all boil down to which team catches the Snitch," Alec said.
I was freezing cold. I cursed myself for being thick enough to wear a skirt in November.
"That's it. I'm leaving," Alice announced. "Wanna come, Lil?" I did want to, but I had to see Natalie through this game.
"No, I'll tell you how it ends," I promised. "See you, Al." Nodding, she left.
Fifteen minutes later, Peter wimped out, and said he may come back if the game was still going after drying off and getting a raincoat.
So Remus and I stood, drenched through and through, watching the game.
Ravenclaw called another time-out. As the teams left the pitch for another break, Remus turned to me.
"Hey Lily, I'm sorry if I was too forward earlier…" I looked up into his blue-gray-green eyes in surprise.
"You weren't too forward," I said.
"Oh, good. So…" He looked at me questioningly. What was he looking at me like that for? I thought for a moment. Oh yeah. Dung. Maybe just play dumb?
"So, intense game, aye?" I said, flashing him a winning smile. He blinked, and continued to stare incredulously at me.
"So, about earlier," Remus finally said, speaking slowly and ignoring my previous comment completely.
"Oh…yeah?"
"What do you think?"
"About going out again?" I asked. He nodded, looking relieved that he didn't have to ask all over again.
"What would James say?" I asked softly. "Will he get mad at you?"
Remus blinked again. I wished he'd stop doing that.
"I don't know," he said honestly. "He's going with Annie now, though, so he shouldn't"
But he was interrupted by Alec's booming voice as the game resumed.
"And time-out ends, and the players return to position. The score is currently 210-140, Ravenclaw leading by 70 points."
The Ravenclaw section screamed gleefully.
"Screw them," I muttered, angry that we were losing. James'd better catch that Snitch soon…Where was he? Just flying around lazily? Gurrr...
Another half hour passed. My stomach grumbled loudly as Natalie made a hoop for Gryffindor. Cheering with everyone else, I scanned the field for James. And then I realized he was actually speeding across the pitch.
"They've got it!" Remus yelled excitedly, his voice barely conceivable over all the other cheers and cries of the crowd. "They're chasing the Snitch!" James was on one end of the pitch, soaring toward the middle, where a glimmer of gold glistened in the rain. Danny Boot of Ravenclaw was on the opposite end of the field, speeding for the Snitch as well. The stands went silent as everyone watched, frozen and entranced with the Seekers. And then the Snitch twittered a little, and zoomed a bit to the left, right for
"POTTER CATCHES THE SNITCH, SCORING 250 POINTS FOR GRYFFINDOR! GRYFFINDOR OVERCOMES RAVENCLAW, 390-210, WIN TO GRYFFINDOR!" Alec McGovern yelled over the sounds of the crowd.
And then the rain began to pour down ever harder than before. Everyone in the Gryffindor stands was jumping up and down, cheering. I joined it the yelling and cheering, and turned to Remus.
Caught up in the moment, we embraced excitedly, jumping and yelling as we did.
And then, as he started to pull back, I did something very unlike me, and I pulled him back toward me and kissed him soundly on the mouth. It just seemed right at the moment.
He didn't react at first, probably stunned by my suddenness, and I started to pull back, wondering what in the hell I was doing, but then Remus's hands were wrapped around my waist and he was kissing me back, hard and passionate, better than I remembered any previous kisses with him being like.
So I take it he didn't mind my forwardness?
And as I quite enjoyed the rather long kiss that followed, I realized what my answer to his question that had dangled in the air the entire game would be as soon as we pulled apart.
Whew! That took a while to belt out! Sorry guys! So, quick clarification: I know the whole James position thing is sort of confusing, and that he was actually a Chaser according to Jo Rowling (and she would know) and the movie said he was a Seeker, but I'll explain it all later in the story, so please just roll with the whole Seeker thing for now, ok:) Thanks!
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