7. Love, Hate, Pain, and Lust

Emily awoke, with Sirius, and screamed. They both leapt out of bed.

"Shit!" said Sirius. "Shit shit shit! This is bad, really bad. HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?" He bent over, clutching his head in horrible pain of a migrane.

"We can't tell Lily," said Emily.

"Oh god, oh god," said Sirius. "How did it happen?"

"I don't know. I can only remember bits and pieces of last night after I had my fourth bottle of vodka. I remember snogging with Ryan, though."

"Okay, this, this didn't happen. Nobody will know. Not even James. Okay, I'm going. I. . I. ." He bent over and puked. Emily left the room, also with a horrible headache.

Rochelle smiled as Lukas approached her.

"Hey," she said.

"Hey," he replied, smooth as ever. Rochelle couldn't break her stare from him. She tucked her hair behind her ear nervously.

"Want to. . .walk?" she asked, breaking the silence.

"Sure," he said.

The two of them sauntered around the grounds aimlessly. They entered the Forbidden Forest, a sudden change in light as the darkness flooded them the farther they walked.

He sat himself under a gigantic shadowy tree and opened up his journal of black pages. Rochelle stationed herself beside him.

Rochelle knew it was rude to stare over one's shoulder, so she looked the opposite way, occasionally glancing back at Lukas, and even though he didn't look at her once, she knew that he knew every time she looked at him.

Rochelle couldn't help herself. She quickly removed Lukas's sunglasses from his face and set them down. He moved his hand to reach for them, but Rochelle stopped him.

"We're in the Forbidden Forest, who's going to see you?" she asked. He said nothing. There was a moment's silence as they stared at one another, and hen he continued in his journal.

She sat there uncomfortably. All she could think about was her begging, pleading thoughts. Please, let him touch me. My hand, anything. I just want to feel his touch, she though. The thought was taking over her. It felt as if it was being screamed into her ears. She wanted him so badly. She felt herself slam her eyelids shut.

And as if he could read her thoughts, he reached into Rochelle's pocket and pulled her hand out, lacing his fingers with hers. She calmed down slightly, opening her eyes, yet not the new feeling taking over her.

Don't let this end, she thought.

And it didn't. They sat there, hours passing by. Them, just sitting there, holding hands, in complete silence.

Emily walked around the dark corridor, lost in thought.

How could I do this to Lily? She thought. What if she finds out? And why do I want it so I can remember it? Why do I want to really get in bed with Sirius? He's supposed to be Lily's. But Sirius. . . Mmm. She had always had a crush on him. I got what I wanted, and I can't even remember it. Do I not regret it completely like I'm supposed to? And what about-

Emily's thoughts were interrupted.

"Emly!" It was Lily.

"Hey Lil-" But Emily froze. She could see the cold fury and hurt on Lily's face. She knew.

She lunged herself at Emily, slamming her against the wall.

"Lily, I'm sorry! I didn-"

But Lily ignored her. She brought out her wand, held it up, and it lit with red at the tip. She let out a scream of fury as she slashed the wand across Emily's shoulder.

Lily backed away, panting. Emily's blood on her robes. She walked away, still panting and sweating. She had completely lost it.

Rochelle and Lukas strolled around Hogwarts, walking through all dark corridors, and then they came to one.

"Oh my god! EMILY!" Rochelle dropped to Emily's side. At that exact moment, one of Lukas's friends was in view. He hesitated, and started to leave.

"No. . . Lukas, don't leave," cried Rochelle, the desperate plea for help seemed to have rang in his ears, but he only stopped for a second before continuing to leave.

"Lukas. . . please. . . help." He continued walking.

"Don't. . go. . . . . . . please. . ." and he was gone. Silent tears feel down Rochelle's face as she sat there helplessly, not knowing what to do, afraid if she touched Emily she'd put her in extreme pain. The hospital wing was on the other side of he castle. It would take ages.

"Oh please, somebody, anybody help," cried Rochelle softly. There was a few more minute where Rochelle would go to do something, and then panic. Her friend was injured and bloody. She sat there, tears streaming down her face faster, as she tried to think, but she was lost on what to do.

Then, she heard footsteps. Her jaw dropped. He didn't leave her. . .

"Lukas!" she gasped.

"Where's your wand?"

"I-I left it in my trunk."

"Big mistake. Haven't you learned anything?" Rochelle felt slightly offended by that, but chose not to respond.

He brought out his wand, muttered something, and Emily levitated into the air.

He led her out of there, bringing Emily to the hospital wing.

And thank god, she was okay. After a few hours, she awoke, but she was still very out of it.

Rochelle skipped dinner. She just sat there in the empty tunnel to Hogsmeade. She just sat there, lost in thought, except she wasn't thinking. She was just. . . in her own few hours.

Lily calmed down and came to realized what had happened the previous night was a mistake.

"Lily!" gasped Emily. "I am so sor-"

"Don't," said Lily, looking down. "I freaked out. If anyone should be sorry-"

"Lets just forget this all," said Emily, giving Lily a hug.

"Yeah. I know Sirius loves his little Asian, therefore, I am happy."

"Anyways," said Emily. "Sirius is so not my type."

"Hey! Don't insult my man!"

They laughed.

The next day started off with a good start. As Rochelle was exiting the Great Hall after breakfast, a cool voice said, "Hey."

"Hello Lukas!" she replied cheerfully.

"Meet me on the rooftop at nine." He smiled and departed without another word. Rochelle smiled dazedly.

The day was boring, It consisted of Gobstones, Chess, Exploding Snap, and gossip. Sirius and James couldn't even find Snape to tease.

Remus finished his Herbology homework. "Word is, you and Lily are quite the lusty ones." He smirked at Sirius.

"At least I have hormones," replied Sirius indignantly. "Unlike a certain prude I know."

"Hey Rochelle.

"Hello Lukas."

Lukas wrapped his arms around Rochelle. She felt an amazingly new warming sensation.

His warmth seemed to spread to Rochelle's brain. All was calm.

Slowly, his lips met hers.

"I do so have hormones!" Remus shot back.

"Do you masturbate?" asked Peter. James and Sirius backed away.

"What? It'd prove he has hormones!" said Peter.

"Peter. . . no. . . just. . . no," said James in disgust.

"Besides I bet smarty-pants Moony doesn't even know what it means," laughed Sirius.

"SHOVE OFF PADFOOT! I LIKE CASSIE! SHE MAKES ME WANT TO BANG HER! I JUST DON'T KNOW IF SHE'S READY! I CAN EASILY GET HER IN BED TONIGHT!"

"Okay then, go on Moony, bang Cassie tonight," said Sirius.

"You know what? I think I will!" And Remus exited.

James brought out a parchment.

"Put me down for seven sickles he chickens out," yawned Sirius. At that moment, Lily D walked into the common room.

She pushed Sirius against the wall and snogged him.

All of Rochelle's worries, troubles, and difficulties left her. She felt as if she was floating. There seemed to be a blacklight above her. The sensation was amazing. There was no world. No earth. No problems. No emotions. It was just Rochelle and Lukas. Emotions were replaced with colors. It was filled with colors. Ah the colors, there were even colors never known to man, or anything else. Colors bursting out of nowhere, colors showering them, colors dripping and spraying, colors colors colors. It was a force beyond magic.

Lukas let goof Rochelle. She gasped. She stood on the rooftop.

"What was that?" she asked in amazement.

"You tell me," said Lukas. But it went without saying. Rochelle knew it. Lukas knew it.

It was love.

Remus snuggled closer to Cassie. Cassie attached her lips to Remus's. She wrapped herself around Remus.

"Cassie. . . do I come off as a prude?" he asked.

"No. Never. Especially after tonight."

Yes! Thought Remus. (Teehee hormones!)

Rochelle and Lukas found themselves getting closer and closer to one another. Literally, in this case, not emotionally.

Lukas brought himself to join his lips with hers. Rochelle let her mouth open a bit, Their tongues met.

It was a sensation stronger than any other for Rochelle. So many things on her mind, worry, worry, and how great it felt.

Her heart was pounding open in her chest. Lukas sensed it and pulled back.

"Same time, same place tomorrow," said Lukas, and he climbed off the roof. Rochelle waited, and then sprinted. Through the grounds, down the corridors, into the Gryffindor tower. She collapsed on her bed.

Holy. . .hell, she thought. Her overflowing thoughts led her into a deep sleep.

Another day went by, Rochelle in complete anticipation.

Cassie sighed as Rochelle walked daydreamily just the distance from Lukas that she could watch him.

Eventually, it was nine and Rochelle headed onto the rooftop.

There she met Lukas and the two of them strolled across the grounds, hand in hand, chatting.

"Look at how beautiful the moon is," said Rochelle.

"Yeah," said Lukas. "Rochelle, come here." He pressed his lips against hers. He seemed to be oddly aggressive that night.

Rochelle pulled back.

He pulled back in.

"Lukas, no," said Rochelle, frightened and hurt.

"Come on, baby, you know you want it."

Rochelle gasped in horror.

"I can bring you to a level of fun you've never had before."

". . .Lukas. . ."

He grabbed her. He jammed his tongue into her mouth and wrapped himself around her.

"NO!" she cried. "No I'M NOT READY! STOP IT! LEAVE ME ALONE! . . .Please. . ."

He ignored her and kissed her neck aggressively. He started to slide his hand up her shirt.

With all her energy, she broke away and ran. She turned around. "Fuck. . . you. . ." she cried, and kept running, furious tears flying of her cheeks.

It was dark outside, very dark. She felt her body slam into something huge and painful. There was a loud BAM as something crashed into her. She fell into some type of hole, her leg caught.

There was a loud crack and pain sheered through her leg as I fell. It was without a doubt broken.

She was in too much pain to think, to wonder where in hell she was.

A large creature bounded towards her. The gigantic black dog transformed into a human.

"Sirius?" said Rochelle, dazed.

Sirius helped her to something like a house and set her down on a four poster bed.

Sirius, James, Peter, and Remus stood over her, all looking horribly concerned. She wondered what was going on. She set her head on the pillow and let out a little groan of pain.

"Oh. . no. . dear lord. . no," said Remus. Suddenly, a loud, ear-shattering howl was heard.

"Shit!" said James. "Everyone grab her. We have to get her to the hospital wing."

Sirius, James, and Peter all frantically grabbed Rochelle and carried her. Pain shot through her leg. She shut her eyes tightly.

"I'll hold him off," said Sirius. And soon, horrible barks, howls, and yelps echoed in Rochelle's ears. Soon everything was blank.

She awoke in the hospital wing. Her leg was almost healed.

"Madam Pomfrey is a miracle worker," she said to herself.

Her eyes lit up. The previous night flashed before her, and vague bits fter running into the Whomping Willow.

She gasped.

All day people came to visit Rochelle. She smiled her fake smiles and reassured them she's okay.

"I'm fine," said Rochelle.

"No you're not," said Cassie. "Something's wrong. What happened last night?"

"I'd prefer not to talk about it right now," Rochie said gloomily.

Cassie sighed. "You never talk to me anymore." And she left. Rochelle felt slightly bad.

By the end of the day her leg seemed loads better. She tried hard to convince Madam Pomfrey she'd get much better sleep in her own bed.

Madam Pomfrey reluctantly let her go, but first gave her another dose of medicine.

Rochelle sat on her bed in the Gryffindor Tower dormitories and sobbed hysterically.

Lukas sat on his bed in the Ravenclaw Tower dormitories, writing in his journal, absorbed by it.

Rochelle lay and wrapped her arms around her blanket as if she was hugging onto a teddy bear and tears continued flooding down her cheeks.

Lukas set his journal on the nightstand.

Rochelle stared out of the window, into the emptiness of the night sky, sniffling.

Lukas stared blankly out of the window, lost in thought by the black sky, flooded with tiny white stars.

Rochelle shut her cried-out eyes and drifted into a miserable sleep.

Lukas yawned and set his head down on the pillow.

Rochelle felt herself in the world of Lukas. The dream she didn't want to awake from, and wouldn't. She wanted to stay back in the other world where nothing required so much thought.

Lukas awoke, realizing what his dream meant. He grabbed his broom and flew towards the Gryffindor Tower.