A/N This chapter was updated and added on to, so if you're keeping up with the fic, the update is on this section. It is now a complete chapter. Enjoy. Oh, and a bit of a warning as well: this chapter contains the first real scrapes of adult content, so be aware!
The next few days went amazingly fast. Shini could hardly keep up with herself. Luckily she had taken the time earlier to finish her Potions paper, and Snape had been truly impressed.
Shini had also gone and helped Alice with her paper which was read aloud to the class. Flint had blown up one of his potions and had to go to the nurse. He was able to go to class the next day and still received an A. Every Gryffindor, in their year or not, was furious seeing as half of them failed for having a "bitter" taste to the sludge. Shini hadn't seen much of Oliver Wood, but that didn't worry or even alarm her because she wasn't accustomed to seeing much of him around normally (much like how she hadn't spoken to him in three years).
When she woke up the morning of the Yule Ball, Shini didn't even know what day it was until Alice pounded onto her bed giggling like a drunk.
"Get off of me, oaf!" Shini yelled. Alice laughed.
"Do you know what day it is?"
"Yes, in fact, it is a gloriously normal Saturday that happens t- Oh my..." Shini was staring out the window, about to describe the weather but was struck utterly speechless by the repetitive flying up and down of kids in the window... in bathing suits... in the middle of winter... somewhere out side of England... wet. They were jumping off a diving board into the lake! First thought- Stupid fuckers, second thought- shit, they are going to die, third thought Shini had- why am I not saying anything about this? "What the hell is going on out there?"
Seeing Shini look to her for an answer, Alice got up and started dancing with herself (hilarious it was, believe me) across the expanse of the carpet. Shini's eyes went wide, and she began to laugh at her own stupidity. Alice looked at her.
"What is soooo freakin' funny?" she spat at Shini.
"You look so ridiculous!" Shini managed out between laughs.
Alice walked over to the girl rolling on her bed in laughter and shoved her off the side. "Ha. Ha." smirked Alice.
Shini popped her head from over the edge of the bed, sheets still rapped around her waist. "Bitch," she mumbled just loud enough for Alice to hear.
"Slut!" Alice screamed back. Shini popped to a standing position.
"I know I am but what are you!?" she replied curtly.
"I 'spose I'm a female dog like you said, since we're always right!"
The girl looked at each other briefly, busted out laughing, and ended up doubled over on the floor, Shini pounding her fists in delight, Alice clutching her sides. It was going to be an interestingly good day!
Both girls put on sweater and long pants and threw on their cloaks. They had decided on taking a walk around the school then back to get ready for the Yule Ball. It was agreed upon that a good chill would calm the nerves, and most hopefully, the hormones, before the frantic race to flare up their dresses to perfection. It was lightly snowing outside, but that didn't stop the little ones from playing whole heartedly in the lake and such, of course, for with no classes to worry about and no dance to prepare for, life was peachy keen!
Shini and Alice walked over to the Quidditch pitch as their first stop. Shini tried very hard to not go into her usual tirade about how unfair it was for Flint to only let guys on the team, but the last time she had again approached the subject Alice had practically beat her to a pulp, except for the fact that she only slapped her on the shoulder and flung daggers with her eyes. They had started to talk about anything but Quidditch when they hear a muffled, but loud, explosion from over on the other side of the stadium seats. They picked up their walking pace and moved towards the noise. As they got out from under the stadium, they saw the next explosion. They could slightly make out two figures, then there was a weak flash of red light, and both figures were down.
Shini and Alice ran over to each one and gasped. Shini was looking at her friend from as far back as she dared remember laying there beaten and broken.
"Oiy, Merlin..." Shini covered her mouth with her hand, "Marcus!" she screamed, trying to get his attention. She grabbed his shoulders and shook him violently (a mere wobble seeing as he was quite the muscular dude) to keep him awake. He was just lying there with limp eyelids, but he wasn't near dead. "Flint," she breathed again.
Flint opened his eyes. "Help me up, would you," he said weakly. She's never looked more concerned. She looks cute when she's all panicked and scared. Oh, wow, she's touching me. She's holding me at the waist...Oh SHIT! She's having to drag me, I'm not paying attention! And with that Flint started limping along but still putting the tiniest bit on weight on Shini for balance.
They headed over towards the hospital wing before Shini had a chance to check on Alice. She left Flint with Madame Pomfrey because the nurse shooed her away quickly, turned, apologized, and again shooed her out.
Shini returned to the hospital wing a little over an hour later to find Alice beside Flint's cot; the two were laughing together. Flint's wrist was in a small bandage and a few minor scrapes and bruises speckled his arms and torso. (Madame Pomfrey had to remove some garments to inspect for damages, of course.)
"Hey, Flint," Shini said happily walking to the foot to the steal bed frame.
"Hey, Shini!" She looks less concerned now. That's good for my nerves at the present. But good witch, what is she trying to do to me by wearing THAT!
Shini had just taken a shower and come back up to check on Marcus. She had magically suctioned a towel to herself, thrown her robe over it, and buttoned it up. Her skin was still damp, so her robe clung sleekly to her and the towel. Only Flint seemed to notice, but he said nothing and showed nothing on his face. Soon Alice left the two there so she could get cleaned up for the evening festivities.
Shini sat herself down lightly on the table end the edge of the cot. She was looking at the floor, thinking over everything else she needed to do, while Flint stared at her.
She might as well have left the towel out of that fashion choice! It's not doing any good at all, especially not in my pants-CASE, I meant my case. Stop staring, man! You're making it worse...stop thinking it-HOLY MOTHER OF MERLIN!
While Flint had been mentally undressing his closest female friend, he had failed to notice Shini sliding herself off the table walking towards him at the head of the bed. "You'll still be able to go tonight, won't you? I mean, why would you not be able to? Unless Pomfrey has a large chocolate frog up her ass, you're fine, right?" In her mind, Shini had no idea Marcus liked her as more than a friend, or even that any boy could be turned on by most anything she did.
"Of course, Shini," Flint screeched in an overly 'that was a stupid question' tone as he propped himself up higher on the headrest, elbows to the back cushion. His bare shoulders made a rippling arch at his collar bone; he was very fit after all the Quidditch training year-after-year.
Shini momentarily felt like beating him fist-of-fury for always flaunting to her face that she wasn't allowed to fly proud because of his rules. It plain wasn't fair, but she couldn't start that argument now. "Well, I just wasn't sure you wouldn't leave me dateless for the Ball," she covered, refusing to look directly at Flint. She settled on the window behind his head.
"Like I would even think about it, Carwell!" It sounded so weird to her that he would switch names in the middle of the conversation, but she probably seemed childish anyway. She was annoying him as far as she knew, but Marcus had just tried to be firm on the fact he wouldn't leave her alone when she needed him.
There was a long pause in which Shini looked at far past the snow in the window as she possibly could. She had always felt so strongly about Quidditch, like it was the missing link in her happiness though Flint seemed not to care how much she cared about it. She thought for a moment she could convince him to let her on the team; he had to say yes to her. She was his best friend; he had to! She would put a hand on his leg and tell him firmly that this was the only way to stay friends. Yes, she'd do it, but as she reach her hand, she didn't look away from the window and reached too far.
Flint's whole body tensed and he sprawled back in the bed. Shini flung around, her wet hair spraying water everywhere. She thought she had hit a bruise.
"Oh, brilliant move! Cause pain to make a point," Shini thought, "now you've got to stop talking before you even start."
Flint looked at her like she was crazy. Christ Jesus! She... didn't just... she grabbed my... don't think it, getting worse... what the bloody hell was that?!
Shini didn't exactly know what she'd done. "Sorry, I forgot you hurt your leg. Do you need some ice?" She honestly thought she had touched his hip or leg; she hadn't really paid that much attention. Then she realized her mistake.
Flint smiled mid-gulp. She had done it again, just like the first time they'd met when she bashed him with the door. Flint hadn't forgotten, but Shini hadn't remembered till just then. "It's... it's okay," he said uncomfortably, his smile fell, "I'm gonna go back to the dorms now, so if you wanna go ahead and dress..." He swallowed hard and looked down at his chest. It hadn't occurred distinctly to him that he was half-naked. Again he damned himself for having to live like this. He moved to get up very slowly; he was still a little weak and wanted to make his way back slowly and very alone.
"Oh my, let me help you!" Shini offered quickly.
No. Don't touch me again, please. But she had already thrown his arm over her shoulder and grabbed his robes to carry in her other arm. Shini pulled his hip to hers and again Flint noted that she was gripping him at the waist.
"Please," Flint pleaded, "I can do it myself."
Shini's blue eyes fluttered with hurt for the moment. Flint hung his head and limped on beside her with spread out feet; he needed the excuse of a hurt leg more than ever. If I didn't like it this much, I would surely make it stop. This is so wrong...
He had been majorly aroused by Shini's touch, even her presence, so it's needless to say that practically stroking his penis was the farthest he ever wanted things to go without his control or initiation. Now she was practically 'under' him, so it would be inappropriate to tune to his thoughts.
"Can I try to walk?"
Shini stopped to look up at him. She was not convinced he could stand on his own.
"I mean, I need to be able to walk with you tonight, not to mention dancing..."
It looked for a moment like Shini wasn't going to let go of him, but she finally agreed. As they passed a window, Shini saw it was getting darker outside, and she excused herself after Marcus completely reassured her he'd be okay.
Marcus did make his way to the dormitories to get ready as he said he would. He sat through the coldest shower of his life, dried, and dressed quickly, then he made his way down to the entrance hall to wait for Shini to come and the night to begin.
A/N Sorry for all the delays and broken promises of updates. Again, thanks everyone for your support. Tootles.
The next few days went amazingly fast. Shini could hardly keep up with herself. Luckily she had taken the time earlier to finish her Potions paper, and Snape had been truly impressed.
Shini had also gone and helped Alice with her paper which was read aloud to the class. Flint had blown up one of his potions and had to go to the nurse. He was able to go to class the next day and still received an A. Every Gryffindor, in their year or not, was furious seeing as half of them failed for having a "bitter" taste to the sludge. Shini hadn't seen much of Oliver Wood, but that didn't worry or even alarm her because she wasn't accustomed to seeing much of him around normally (much like how she hadn't spoken to him in three years).
When she woke up the morning of the Yule Ball, Shini didn't even know what day it was until Alice pounded onto her bed giggling like a drunk.
"Get off of me, oaf!" Shini yelled. Alice laughed.
"Do you know what day it is?"
"Yes, in fact, it is a gloriously normal Saturday that happens t- Oh my..." Shini was staring out the window, about to describe the weather but was struck utterly speechless by the repetitive flying up and down of kids in the window... in bathing suits... in the middle of winter... somewhere out side of England... wet. They were jumping off a diving board into the lake! First thought- Stupid fuckers, second thought- shit, they are going to die, third thought Shini had- why am I not saying anything about this? "What the hell is going on out there?"
Seeing Shini look to her for an answer, Alice got up and started dancing with herself (hilarious it was, believe me) across the expanse of the carpet. Shini's eyes went wide, and she began to laugh at her own stupidity. Alice looked at her.
"What is soooo freakin' funny?" she spat at Shini.
"You look so ridiculous!" Shini managed out between laughs.
Alice walked over to the girl rolling on her bed in laughter and shoved her off the side. "Ha. Ha." smirked Alice.
Shini popped her head from over the edge of the bed, sheets still rapped around her waist. "Bitch," she mumbled just loud enough for Alice to hear.
"Slut!" Alice screamed back. Shini popped to a standing position.
"I know I am but what are you!?" she replied curtly.
"I 'spose I'm a female dog like you said, since we're always right!"
The girl looked at each other briefly, busted out laughing, and ended up doubled over on the floor, Shini pounding her fists in delight, Alice clutching her sides. It was going to be an interestingly good day!
Both girls put on sweater and long pants and threw on their cloaks. They had decided on taking a walk around the school then back to get ready for the Yule Ball. It was agreed upon that a good chill would calm the nerves, and most hopefully, the hormones, before the frantic race to flare up their dresses to perfection. It was lightly snowing outside, but that didn't stop the little ones from playing whole heartedly in the lake and such, of course, for with no classes to worry about and no dance to prepare for, life was peachy keen!
Shini and Alice walked over to the Quidditch pitch as their first stop. Shini tried very hard to not go into her usual tirade about how unfair it was for Flint to only let guys on the team, but the last time she had again approached the subject Alice had practically beat her to a pulp, except for the fact that she only slapped her on the shoulder and flung daggers with her eyes. They had started to talk about anything but Quidditch when they hear a muffled, but loud, explosion from over on the other side of the stadium seats. They picked up their walking pace and moved towards the noise. As they got out from under the stadium, they saw the next explosion. They could slightly make out two figures, then there was a weak flash of red light, and both figures were down.
Shini and Alice ran over to each one and gasped. Shini was looking at her friend from as far back as she dared remember laying there beaten and broken.
"Oiy, Merlin..." Shini covered her mouth with her hand, "Marcus!" she screamed, trying to get his attention. She grabbed his shoulders and shook him violently (a mere wobble seeing as he was quite the muscular dude) to keep him awake. He was just lying there with limp eyelids, but he wasn't near dead. "Flint," she breathed again.
Flint opened his eyes. "Help me up, would you," he said weakly. She's never looked more concerned. She looks cute when she's all panicked and scared. Oh, wow, she's touching me. She's holding me at the waist...Oh SHIT! She's having to drag me, I'm not paying attention! And with that Flint started limping along but still putting the tiniest bit on weight on Shini for balance.
They headed over towards the hospital wing before Shini had a chance to check on Alice. She left Flint with Madame Pomfrey because the nurse shooed her away quickly, turned, apologized, and again shooed her out.
Shini returned to the hospital wing a little over an hour later to find Alice beside Flint's cot; the two were laughing together. Flint's wrist was in a small bandage and a few minor scrapes and bruises speckled his arms and torso. (Madame Pomfrey had to remove some garments to inspect for damages, of course.)
"Hey, Flint," Shini said happily walking to the foot to the steal bed frame.
"Hey, Shini!" She looks less concerned now. That's good for my nerves at the present. But good witch, what is she trying to do to me by wearing THAT!
Shini had just taken a shower and come back up to check on Marcus. She had magically suctioned a towel to herself, thrown her robe over it, and buttoned it up. Her skin was still damp, so her robe clung sleekly to her and the towel. Only Flint seemed to notice, but he said nothing and showed nothing on his face. Soon Alice left the two there so she could get cleaned up for the evening festivities.
Shini sat herself down lightly on the table end the edge of the cot. She was looking at the floor, thinking over everything else she needed to do, while Flint stared at her.
She might as well have left the towel out of that fashion choice! It's not doing any good at all, especially not in my pants-CASE, I meant my case. Stop staring, man! You're making it worse...stop thinking it-HOLY MOTHER OF MERLIN!
While Flint had been mentally undressing his closest female friend, he had failed to notice Shini sliding herself off the table walking towards him at the head of the bed. "You'll still be able to go tonight, won't you? I mean, why would you not be able to? Unless Pomfrey has a large chocolate frog up her ass, you're fine, right?" In her mind, Shini had no idea Marcus liked her as more than a friend, or even that any boy could be turned on by most anything she did.
"Of course, Shini," Flint screeched in an overly 'that was a stupid question' tone as he propped himself up higher on the headrest, elbows to the back cushion. His bare shoulders made a rippling arch at his collar bone; he was very fit after all the Quidditch training year-after-year.
Shini momentarily felt like beating him fist-of-fury for always flaunting to her face that she wasn't allowed to fly proud because of his rules. It plain wasn't fair, but she couldn't start that argument now. "Well, I just wasn't sure you wouldn't leave me dateless for the Ball," she covered, refusing to look directly at Flint. She settled on the window behind his head.
"Like I would even think about it, Carwell!" It sounded so weird to her that he would switch names in the middle of the conversation, but she probably seemed childish anyway. She was annoying him as far as she knew, but Marcus had just tried to be firm on the fact he wouldn't leave her alone when she needed him.
There was a long pause in which Shini looked at far past the snow in the window as she possibly could. She had always felt so strongly about Quidditch, like it was the missing link in her happiness though Flint seemed not to care how much she cared about it. She thought for a moment she could convince him to let her on the team; he had to say yes to her. She was his best friend; he had to! She would put a hand on his leg and tell him firmly that this was the only way to stay friends. Yes, she'd do it, but as she reach her hand, she didn't look away from the window and reached too far.
Flint's whole body tensed and he sprawled back in the bed. Shini flung around, her wet hair spraying water everywhere. She thought she had hit a bruise.
"Oh, brilliant move! Cause pain to make a point," Shini thought, "now you've got to stop talking before you even start."
Flint looked at her like she was crazy. Christ Jesus! She... didn't just... she grabbed my... don't think it, getting worse... what the bloody hell was that?!
Shini didn't exactly know what she'd done. "Sorry, I forgot you hurt your leg. Do you need some ice?" She honestly thought she had touched his hip or leg; she hadn't really paid that much attention. Then she realized her mistake.
Flint smiled mid-gulp. She had done it again, just like the first time they'd met when she bashed him with the door. Flint hadn't forgotten, but Shini hadn't remembered till just then. "It's... it's okay," he said uncomfortably, his smile fell, "I'm gonna go back to the dorms now, so if you wanna go ahead and dress..." He swallowed hard and looked down at his chest. It hadn't occurred distinctly to him that he was half-naked. Again he damned himself for having to live like this. He moved to get up very slowly; he was still a little weak and wanted to make his way back slowly and very alone.
"Oh my, let me help you!" Shini offered quickly.
No. Don't touch me again, please. But she had already thrown his arm over her shoulder and grabbed his robes to carry in her other arm. Shini pulled his hip to hers and again Flint noted that she was gripping him at the waist.
"Please," Flint pleaded, "I can do it myself."
Shini's blue eyes fluttered with hurt for the moment. Flint hung his head and limped on beside her with spread out feet; he needed the excuse of a hurt leg more than ever. If I didn't like it this much, I would surely make it stop. This is so wrong...
He had been majorly aroused by Shini's touch, even her presence, so it's needless to say that practically stroking his penis was the farthest he ever wanted things to go without his control or initiation. Now she was practically 'under' him, so it would be inappropriate to tune to his thoughts.
"Can I try to walk?"
Shini stopped to look up at him. She was not convinced he could stand on his own.
"I mean, I need to be able to walk with you tonight, not to mention dancing..."
It looked for a moment like Shini wasn't going to let go of him, but she finally agreed. As they passed a window, Shini saw it was getting darker outside, and she excused herself after Marcus completely reassured her he'd be okay.
Marcus did make his way to the dormitories to get ready as he said he would. He sat through the coldest shower of his life, dried, and dressed quickly, then he made his way down to the entrance hall to wait for Shini to come and the night to begin.
A/N Sorry for all the delays and broken promises of updates. Again, thanks everyone for your support. Tootles.