Chapter 3; Dreams and Desires.
"Tegan… There's something I've wanted to tell you for a long time now…" Ron whispered softly into her ear, tightening his strong arms around her from where he hugged her waist from behind.
Tegan blushed, leaning back against his firm chest as she pulled the jacket Ron had wrapped around her tighter around her slender body. "Go on, then Ron…" She replied softly, sighing against him before staring up at the cool, sparkling night sky.
Ron just chuckled, planting a gentle kiss on her cheek before he sighed, resting his chin on her slender shoulder seductively. "Tegan… I…" His voice trailed off.
Tegan's heart jumped around frantically as she turned around to face him, staring deep into his sparklingly-blue eyes, so full of emotion and love that she wanted to melt on the spot.
Ron smiled at her, taking her hand in his before lifting it up to his lips to give it a gentle kiss. "Tegan… I…I…" He turned away, his beautiful eyes clouding over in uncertainty.
"Yes, Ron? What is it?" Tegan persisted, gently turning his face back to gaze at her own loving gaze as the couple stared at each other in fear and admiration at the same time, their breaths caught in their throats.
"Tegan… I think I…"
Tegan's eyes sparkled eagerly as she looked at him, almost willingly him silently with her mind to speak the words she had been waiting to hear.
"I… Think I…"
'Just say it, Ron!' She thought impatiently.
"I think I'm having a Badhair day!"
Tegan's eyes widened in surprise as her face formed itself into a confused grimace directed at Ron's serious face.
"WHAT!"
"Ow!" Tegan yelled as she fell off the bed, rubbing her head she looked around. What happened? Ron? Her? Couple? This was really weird. He had been her best friend in the other world… Now in this world he was hot okay, a little gorgeous, well maybe really gorgeous with his deep red hair that's slicked back with a bit of his hair falling into his large soulful eyes that are so blue that they are almost the color of the sea, yes , trust me some girls have fainted in class because of that look in both worlds. His lips are just perfect and his body is to die for, he has had girls lusting after him ever since he was sorted apparently, and he was only 11! He has recently started leaving slight stubble, and with his perfect nose and one of the sexiest chests she has ever seen. Tegan just didn't get it, in her 'other life' Ron was her best friend, in this life he was her… she didn't even know what he was. She wondered if world jumping could make a person crazy. She seemed to be. Getting up and putting on a dressing gown she walked outside. She walked to the lake and sat under a tree.
"Know-it-all." A voice said behind her.
"Get lost." Tegan said with a slight shake in her voice as she thought of who the voice belonged to in her life. He sat down next to her and Tegan resisted the instinct to lay her head on his shoulder.
"Eh, what's the matter?" Ron asked scratching his head embarrassed.
"What do you want?"
"To talk I guess about maybe going out…"
Tegan glared at him. "You wish, Weasley! Read my lips, I am not interested in you. I'd rather be eaten alive by a giant squid than to ever be with such an insensitive, self-centered and brainless creep like you!" She snapped at him.
Ron's sneer seemed to disappear as he looked down dejectedly, shaking his head sadly. "I… I'm really sorry, Tegan… I guess I should have known better than to think someone like you could ever like someone like me…" He said solemnly. What is he going on about now? She thought, taking a tentative look around again as Ron's eyes dropped down miserably, his gaze looking as though he wanted the lake to swallow him up alive in humiliation. "I'm….I'm really sorry, then…" Tegan couldn't help but feel a little guilty for putting him off like that as he seemed to back away one more step, eyes still looking downcast. Tegan's eyes narrowed in suspicion again, not sure if she was about to let herself trust his act. Was this her best friend talking or the evil alter-ego?
"I should have known that I wouldn't have a hell's chance with someone like you…" He said sadly, shaking his head. Tegan looked at him in surprise. "What did you just say? Why would you think that?" She asked.
Ron turned to look at her, eyes wide and glistening. "Because… You're…You're perfect. You're the exact opposite of me… You're sweet… You're smart…You're beautiful… Innocent and fragile… I don't deserve you at all." He said softly.
Tegan was silent for a moment, her jaw open in shock and surprise, taking in what he just said. Does he really feel that way? She thought as she looking at him. Before she knew what she was doing, she had wrapped her arms around him in a tight, comforting hug.
"I…I'm sorry… I guess I… Ron…I didn't mean to assume things. I just—" Tegan didn't finish her sentence as Ron put a finger to her lips, silencing her.
Slowly, he let that finger trace the outline of Tegan's lips gently, his intense eyes examining every inch of her face. "You really are beautiful, you know…" Ron whispered as he tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear.
"Look Weasley…"
"Ron."
"Ron?"
"Call me Ron?"
"Ron, I—"Tegan instantly forgot her train of thought when Ron closed the last remaining inches between them and roughly pressed his lips against hers in a passionate kiss. Tegan felt her heart jump into her throat as Ron wrapped both his firm arms around her waist and pulled her close, deepening the kiss with much more intensity, much more fervor that Tegan felt faint from the exhilaration.
He seemed to know pretty much what he was doing, as he kissed her with so much force that her lips were tingling from the mere feeling of his lips caressing hers. Tegan could smell the faint musky-scented aftershave he used as he ran his fingers through her hair, his hands surprisingly gentle. Before she knew what she was doing, she had encircled her arms around his neck and had pulled him closer, kissing him back with equal passion and desire that she even felt Ron stiffen slightly in surprise before relaxing again and stroking her cheek with his hand. Though the kiss started out gentle, Tegan stiffened when she felt Ron tensing with impatience and starting to kiss her in a more persistent, rough manner.
The change in mood was enough to jolt Tegan back to her senses and analyze the whole, ridiculous situation. What the hell am I doing! I am kissing Ron Weasley! I should not be doing this! This is wrong! I should not be giving in to him he's an evil person he is not my best friend he is evil! Okay so he's a hot evil but he's still evil… kinda. She thought as she tried to wrench her mouth away. However, this act of persistence only provoked the Slytherin boy more and caused him to tighten his arms around her and press his lips harder against hers. She felt him press himself harder against her until she finally cleared her thoughts away and wrenched herself from his arms. She was on top of him and breathing unevenly, how had Ron become such a good kisser?
"Ron."
"I… I really like you Tegan." Tegan's eyes widened. Then, without warning, Ron caught her lips with his again, causing the both of them to unleash their hidden feelings for each other once more the moment their lips made contact. Almost instantly, Tegan's eyes fluttered shut in both surprise and bliss and her arms tightened themselves around Ron's neck. Tegan sighed with bliss as she entangled her fingers through his damp hair, casually twirling a lock of it with her fingers. Ron wrapped his strong arms around her waist and pulled her closer, deepening the kiss and unknowingly causing the both of them to weaken in effect. Tegan felt herself get dizzy as she kissed him back with the same passion and desire, letting all her emotions for him momentarily escape through their kiss. He was so close to her that she could smell the sexy scent of his aftershave, the delightful fragrance just perfect to drive her crazy with emotions.
"Tegan?" Tegan jerked back up. She had fallen asleep again that meant everything from Ron appearing had been a dream… Again! "Tegan?" It was Draco.
"Hmm?"
"What's the matter?" Tegan felt Draco sit beside her, noticing that Ron had been taller in her dream, her wonderful, amazing, perfect dream. Okay, this is not good. She thought.
"I couldn't sleep."
"Why not?"
"I don't know." She snapped, then looking sheepish she looked at him, "Sorry Draco I've just been a little tired lately."
"Well go back to sleep we have Potion tomorrow and you know how much Snape hates me, just because I'm not in Slytherin like the rest of my family, I'm a 'traitor' I just can't understand why he loves Sophie so much."
"Night Draco."
"Night Teg." He lent over and gave her a kiss on the cheek, walking off.
I'm in way over my head. Tegan thought before walking back inside.
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"Pass the unicorn blood Potter I really need it now." Sophie said as she attempted to reach the jar Harry was holding up above his head… just above her reach, as she attempted to reach up her black skirt would ride up giving Blaise on the other side of the room a good reason to keep stuffing up his potion. Much to Harry's amusement and anger. Sophie and Blaise had become really close in the course of the
"You know what Rowlands I don't think I will."
"Fine. Fail Potions see if I care."
"Go out with me and we won't have a problem."
"In your dreams."
"Every night, my sheets are always sticky."
"Oh my god! That is so gross just give me the bloody jar Harry." She said remembering the arguments she used to have with Harry.
"No not until you go out with me."
"Fine."
"You give up?"
"No I'll go out with you." Smash! The whole room when quiet and looked at the two.
"What?" Harry asked wondering if had heard right.
"I'll go out with you, now, give me the jar." He handed it to her speechless. Snape having looked up was amazed at how familiar that scene seemed to him…
Flashback.
"Well, well, well, it's a lardy who's going to be a lady." Snape looked down to see he now had a chest. He looked up at the Marauders scowling.
"Nice look Snape." One girl called out.
"Yeah you look really nice." Another girl said smiling sweetly although the smile never reached her eyes. The girls that were with her laughed.
"Piss off Potter." A new voice called it belonged to Snapes best friend and Sirius Blacks crush Rose Evans.
"Watch you're mouth Evans. I could turn the whole school on you." A crowed had appeared out of no where. Rose's twin came up.
"Ouch I'm so scared Potter. The whole school against me, that must be a new record." Lily replied crossing her arms. Where was Rose? Snape thought we could use a little backup about now. Rose and Lily never liked Potter or Black. Potter or Black were in their class. Sixteen year old brats in his opinion. None of the older groups liked the Snape or the twins.
"C'mon Evans, Evans why won't you go out with them?" Remus asked.
"Because we're too good for them. Besides why on earth would I want to go out with Black? I don't socialize with dirt like him." Those who stood beside Snape cheered. One even asked Black if he tolerated Rose talking back.
"What about me Lily?" James asked Lily.
"Let's see... Your egotistical, selfish, horrible and torture our best friend on every available occasion." Lily spat eyeing James with great distaste.
"C'mon Evans, Evans give them a chance." The two girls looked at each other.
"Fine."
"What!"
"We said yes."
"What why?"
"Because you asked moron."
"Say it again."
"Okay, we will go out with you."
"YES!" Both boys yelled.
5 months later they were still together and Severus Snape's best friend and long time crush Rose Evans was killed on the year anniversary after having her Snape walk out on her after she revealed she was going to marry Sirius Black… She was murdered by deatheaters and it was all Snape's fault…
End Flashback
"What!"
"I said yes."
"What why?"
"Because you asked moron."
"Say it again."
"Okay, I will go out with you."
"YES!" Harry yelled handing her the jar.
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Slam!
Sophie jumped. She looked up to see a pair of ice blue eyes. Piercing ice blue eyes mind you. She would have recognized them anywhere. It was Blaise, yes, the Blaise Zabinni. He had slammed his books down on the library table. He sat himself down on the chair that was directly opposing her chair. "We need to talk." Oh-kay what's up with him? He was fidgeting and his cheeks were turning a scarlet shade of red. Usually that's her part but she just sat there nodding trying to understand what he wanted. Now he wants to talk? What about? Honestly it's not like she was his best friend or anything… wait…
"I like you." She wasn't his mom either. Neither was she his sister so why would he want to talk to her? "Sophie I really like you." Maybe he wants to be like everyone else an... Did he just tell me that he liked me? She thought.
She stared at him. His face was red and he kept starring at the table. Tegan looked around to see if anyone would pop out. Was this some kind of sick joke or something? Did Draco put him up to this? No wait it has to be Tegan. "Uh good for you. I like me too." Sheesh could she get any more nervous? I like me too? Where in the name of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream did that come from? He probably thinks I'm self centered now. She thought regretfully.
"Let me try to rephrase this for you. I like you and I want to be with you. As in you know boyfriend girlfriend thing." He looked up. The shyness was gone. He was his old self. His eyes pierced hers and she really wanted to look away. Oh my gosh. Earth to Sophie remember to breathe and don't float too far off into space. He wants to date you! Not just that but be you're boyfriend too!
"That's swe..." He cut me off.
"I mean it was freakish at first. I mean you lying about dating Potter. Then I realized you probably wanted me to notice you or something." Uh excuse me? I'm just dating Harry once. Of course I wanted him to notice me but I never and I do mean never ever said anything about me dating Harry.
"...And I always did have a thing for you..." He kept talking with an arrogant voice as he leaned back into his chair. Okay, that's weird that he always had a thing for me. "Besides you're not going to say no." I was in shock. What happened to the Blaise I knew? The one I used to share glances in the hallways with. The one who I sometimes passed notes with. The one who invited me to tutor him? The one who accepted me for what I was? The one I thought I knew? I felt like being eight years old again telling Tegan Santa Clause didn't exist. She was crushed and she cried for hours in her room. I felt so bad that day. I finally know what it felt like for her.
"Farewell Blaise. You obviously didn't consider asking me first whether if I liked you or not. You can take that girlfriend boyfriend thing and shove it up you're arse. You're so full of it you know that?" I was grabbing my books and shoving it in my bag. He was gobsmacked as I continued ranting. He quickly gained his composure.
"You know you're just a nobody Rowlands. What, do you pick Harry over me?" Was this some kind of popularity quest or something? Am I a thing he can show off and tell everyone that he got picked over Harry Potter? What is it with people and Harry Potter? He doesn't even go to hid house! Well, in her world anyway!
"I'd pick Harry over you any day Zabinni. He's everything you'll never be." He laughed coldly. A kind of laugh that sent shivers down my spine.
"Is that so?"
"Yes it is."
"You know Rowlands you are the worst (censored) girl I've ever met." She slapped him, slapped him so hard that her hand was aching.
"Dare to repeat that?" Sophie was breathing heavily and my face was red from anger. She was glaring so hard that her face hurt. How dare he? Oh no, I think I'm going to cry. I'm getting way too emotional right now. Why couldn't these people just leave me alone? Blaise put a hand on his red cheek. He was starring at Sophie with a weird expression. Anger, confusion that a girl had hit him and maybe some regret? No, she was probably imagining things. This is Zabinni we're talking about. Neither said anything. Sophie grabbed her bag and marched out the empty library. She was right all along. Tegan warned her but as always she never listened. What hurt her the most was that she was really starting to like him. She still did in fact.
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Harry was sitting on the train. The journey home was a depressing one. There was no one else in the copartment except him. The train driver was hitting the 159 mile mark. He suspected the drier is trying to kill them with his reckless driving. Nowdays everyone wanted to kill Harry Potter. Not just some normal psycho kills where you use a knife and stuff. No, more advanced attempts at my assasinations are made.
For instance Snapeis trying to kill him by death of embarrasment. Voldemort is trying to kill him by oh you know how that goes. Sophie is trying to kill him by annoying the heck out of him. The only person who is not trying to kill Harry Potter is Ron. No wait he forgot about 'the plan'. Even he wants to kill him.
