Well you asked for fluff! Here it comes. I hope.
This is my first fluff chap EVER so don't blame it on me if it sucks.
Blame it on the boogie. LOL… (Not funny.) I'm gonna stop writing now… :)
Chapter - Romance is in the air.
The day after the match James came over to me when I was between classes.
"Hey, Crys!"
"Hulloo?"
"Great game yesterday, you were great, really!"
"Thank you! I got a little bitchy there, I know…"
"Well you can expect that when playing with Slytherins."
"Thanks. I choose to take this as a compliment."
"No I mean it. And I think we should practise together sometimes."
The later sentence he blurred out of his mouth. My insides were exploding.
"Yeah, maybe we should. How about tomorrow at six?"
"Sounds great, I'll see you on the pitch then!"
"Cya!"
This was all happening so fast, and once again I brought the good news to Cissa this time in a Transfiguration class.
"Cissa, he asked me…" Our teacher, Professor Dumbledore interrupted
"Miss Parkinson, would you please wait to tell Miss Black whatever you are telling her, after the class, or I will be forced to take some house points from Slytherin."
"Yes Professor." I answered, frustrated by having to wait. So I found a piece of parchment and wrote:
"He asked me if we should practise together!" My handwriting was messy because I was hurrying.
"He did?" She wrote with neat handwriting.
"I wouldn't be writing it if he hadn't silly!"
"It's an expression!" Her writing was a little less neat this time.
"I was just kidding…"
"I get it. So when will you guys meet?"
"Tomorrow at six 'o clock in front of the great hall!"
"I'm so happy for you Crys! You've found someone you really like, and he's showing you some interest back!"
"Of course he is" I joked "I mean, look at me!"
"You're absolutely right, I mean look at you!" Dumbledore noticed us writing and pulled out his wand.
"Accio parchment!"
"Crap…" I whispered to myself.
Professor Dumbledore read the parchment and I thought I even saw him smile a little.
"Ten house points from Slytherin."
"I'm sorry Professor." I said sheepishly.
"Well if you can answer my question Miss Parkinson, I will gladly give you your points back. What is the spell called, that makes a canary bird turn into a quill?"
"Who cares?" I thought inside but on the outside I answered,
"Uuuh, canary…quill…transfiguration…charm…?"
"No, not quite… I'm giving you a shot too miss Black"
Cissa thought for a few seconds before saying,
"It's called the Canara charm Professor."
"Right you are Miss Black. Ten house points for Slytherin!"
I groaned.
"Oh cut the crap Crys! I just got these house points back."
"Okay. Miss Know It All…"
"Whatever…"
There was practically smoke coming out of her ears so I decided to tell her to just go ahead, I'd put on some more makeup.
The truth was I was hoping to meet a certain someone.
And that certain someone came in from Herbology a few moments later.
He cornered me and gave me a peck on the cheek. I am pretty sure I blushed. A lot.
"Hi" he said happily "What's up?"
"Not much." I replied dreamily. "You?
"Oh, I was just missing you at Herbology. But I really have to hurry I have to help Filch clean the tables. Detention you see."
"Aha… Anyway see you!"
"Cya Crystal."
"Bye. I'll meet you at potions later."
I went happy to eat. I didn't touch my food, I was too busy imagining.
Me and James living in a big house in the countryside. Our little cute children running around with his eyes and my attitude.
A boy named Atticus and a girl named after a flower… Not Lily… Not Lavender…
"Wipe that stupid grin of your face Crystal; we're talking very uncool look here." Cissa was poking my shoulder, one of her perfect-shaped eyebrows up in the air.
"Fine." I stopped smiling for a while, but couldn't resist when seeing James in a wet shirt and his sleeves upswept, his face with a cute look of embarrassment.
I winked him before leaving the great hall to potions. I took a seat next to Cissa.
"Today" explained our potions teacher Professor Felix, "we are going to mix a powerful potion to give people to save them from death. It works quite often and is made of simple ingredients, so I'd appreciate if you'd listen carefully, this can save lives." He had a very serious look on his face.
He wrote the ingredients in the chalk table and everybody started mixing and stirring.
After 10 minutes of stirring and mixing James came in.
His shirt was still wet and his rigid stomach was showing through.
I smiled encouragingly to him when Professor Felix told him everything about what he thought about students who showed up 15 minutes too late in wet shirts.
It took him another 15 too realize James had an excuse.
James sat down beside his friend Lupin, and was glad to see that their drink was almost ready. It was silvery and shimmering and silver mist soared up from the cauldron.
I looked down at my own potion and was happy to see that Cissa had mixed everything right, and ours had the same shimmering effect.
We got a great score and that made Cissa's mood a little better. I told her about the talk in the hall and the peck he gave me when we came to the common room and she grinned.
"You romancer Crys!"
"I know. That I am."
"And you're going to the pitch tomorrow?"
"Yuppie." I smiled and looked at the clock. It was at four 'o clock. In 26 hours I'd meet him.
These came out to be the longest 26 hours of my life.
And I didn't meet James once, and had no classes with him whatsoever.
When there were four hours left, I put on perfect natural makeup and some gloss with strawberry flavour. I washed my hair carefully and it smelled like heaven. I put on a glint of body spray, not too heavy. Cissa curled my locks to corkscrews.
There was simply nothing more to do when there were two hours left. I sat on my bed and dreamed the same daydreams as at lunch.
The girl's name would be… as in a flower. Something that goes with Potter…
There was only half an hour until the practise session. I had to find some decent clothes.
I got myself a red three/quarter sleeved shirt, which had a nice and open V neckline. Then I put on a red sports jersey with a hood, sneakers and some tight jeans because I wasn't going to freeze my ass off on that broom.
Then I found some robes but decided to wear a jacket instead.
It was a bit muggle but yet very cool.
Finally I grabbed my Silver Arrow broom from under my bed and walked out.
The sky was pink from a beautiful sunset in the west.
I saw James standing with a broom in his hand wearing a green jersey, and some sport trousers.
"Hey!" He greeted nicely.
"Hi." There was a silence.
"Lets get up in the air shall we?" He finally said.
We kicked up on separate brooms and he released a snitch, and we closed our eyes and counted to ten.
He zoomed off shortly after and I went after him but the gap between us was large.
He caught it and a jealous me flew on high speed right in his direction and swooped up in the air only a few inches before crashing him.
His frightened face I'll never forget.
We practised for an hour more before he came after me and we met high up.
"Hey James!" I called.
"Yeah?"
"I've always wondered how high up in the air you can get on a broom…"
"My dad told me that some people has died of lack of oxygen and weren't able to steer their brooms back to the ground."
"Freaky."
"Huh?"
"Freaky!"
"HUH!"
"FREAKY!" I screamed at the top of my lungs and James laughed heartily.
"I get it now Crys." He was still laughing when I got to him.
"Stop laughing" I smiled "I mean it… Stop."
"Okay…" He grinned. "Come on, I'm going to show you something!"
He steered his broom to west and flew for a while and I followed.
He finally stopped somewhere above the forbidden forest. Then he scanned the area around us and flew a bit to north and stopped above a strong looking fir tree. He stepped off his broom and sat in the top of the tree. I saw its branches lift and it ended up like a balcony of tree.
"Wow…"
"I know! It's amazing. My dad showed me that magical tree." I took a careful step onto the tree and it was totally stable. I sat down beside him. We faced west.
"Sounds like your dad's great."
"He is. We've done so many things together. But now though…"
"Now what?" I looked up and into his eyes.
"My mum and dad divorced this autumn… He's found a new woman, some bitch called Evelyn. She hates me, she says I'll never grow to become a man. He spends all his time with her. I don't exist in their perfect world anymore…" He sighed.
"That's just horrible. At least you know your mum. My mother ran away after she gave birth to me. It's just been me and my dad since. He works for the ministry. And the weird thing is that they both went to Ravenclaw."
"Yeah. That's unusual." I felt him scoot a little closer.
"Do you have any siblings?" I asked him.
"No. I'm an only child. I've always wanted a little brother though. You know this little fella to teach Quidditch and pranks. " He grinned.
"Yeah. That's a nice little vision. Wanna play a little more Quidditch? I could teach you my little feint."
"Okay. Maybe I should just sit on your broom and you can show me how you steer?"
"Sure!" I was glad he was going to sit behind me. His hands went around my waist and his nose was in my hair.
This minute he was on my broom was one of the best minutes of my life.
He went onto his broom later and did the feint. It needed a little practise but looked nice otherwise.
"Now you have to teach me one trick." I said to him.
"Well… I know this one trick if your broom is spinning."
Spinning broom from wind or bludgers was a pretty common problem in the Quidditch industry.
He taught me to sway to the opposite direction of the spinning, a little downwards and it would soon be over.
We went to the castle soon after, with rosy cheeks from the cold.
We said goodbye and I took all the courage I found in my body and gave him a small peck on the nose. He laughed and gave me a kiss on the mouth. It was a little one, no tongues involved or anything but it kept me happy for three days.
Whoa! Long chappie… REVIEW MY DEAR READERS, REVIEW:D
