I sat in the common room, waiting for everyone else to return from their afternoon lessons, before the evening meal. I was so looking for ward to seeing Seiji, and Draco, once again. Whilst I'd been away, not much had happened, not even the second task, which was due sometime in February, which was to begin in less than a week's time.
As I sat, I was sketching the ever-changing flames of the fire, with an orange pencil, and a red pencil, my whole sketchbook was nearly filled with pictures of fires, and other such things, like clouds, which I had spent hours doing in the time when I had been in hospital. The school had been sending me the work, so I had managed to keep on top of the written side of things, yet not the practical.
I could hear the first few people leaving dinner, and as I started to think about Seiji coming, my heart started to beat faster, and I felt my pulse pounding in my head. My stomach fluttered with butterflies, and my hands started to shake. I was just managing to control the shaking, when the first people returned from supper, and as the common room slowly began to fill, my heart began to beat louder, as I knew he would be coming soon. Eventually I could take it no more, and fled to my room.
I was standing by the window; leaning out and looking at the blanket of darkness, with its pinprick stars, when the door opened. I swivelled around, so that I was then leaning back against the windowsill, and turning to face the new entrant into the room. I smiled at once when I saw who it was, and a same look of delight lit up his face, as we ran towards each other. I stopped myself just in time, as did he, and we stood, looking at each other with a bashful feeling in our eyes.
Eventually, he spoke, "I missed you, y'know."
"You did?"
"Well, sorta."
"Tch. That's nice."
"Well, since when was I fucking nice?"
"Good point."
"Hey!" he hooked out his arm, and pulled me towards him, planting a firm kiss on my face, before holding me back again. "I did miss your cuteness."
"Are you saying I'm cute, Ben?"
"Yeah. You're a crap kisser, but you're cute."
"I'm a crap kisser! Well then, you'll just have to teach me how to kiss un-craply, won' you?" my eyes glinted mischievously, as he once again pulled me towards him, and smothered me with a deep kiss.
After a while, when he had finally run out of air, he left, and I carefully climbed into bed, and soon fell fast asleep, although not for long, as morning seemed to dawn all too fast.
The next morning, at breakfast, the post owls arrived, as usual, and Draco was delivered his copy of the Daily Prophet. He read the headline on the front page, and nearly sprayed all his companions with manky cornflakes, when he choked violently. After Seiji had clapped him on the back, maybe a little too violently, he managed to calm down, and passed the newspaper to me.
I read the headline, and the article, really quickly, and nearly erupted with anger at the end of it. And then I noticed the journalist. Rita Skeeter. I might have known. She had written poisoned words about my brother many a time, and I hadn't minded; it had actually been quite funny. But this time she had gone too far. She had written all about me. And Seiji.