CHAPTER 4
When returning to our room, Peter was very quiet. He was chewing his lower lip, a sure sign that something was up. When you live with someone for 16 years, you tend to pick up their habits, good and bad. He swept back his hair frustratedly and grew that brooding, angry silent look that makes him so unbelievably cute. After questioning him, he just shook his head and stared in the other direction. Obviously something was on his mind. I tried to corner him, but he just shook it off, and stomped into the bathroom. I heard him seal the door shut with a blast that shook its hinges, then the sound of running water drowning out his cursing. I sat down and decided to wait, knowing that the explosion would come sooner or later.
PETER
He knows, I can't believe it. Intruding, greasy haired git. He knows everything. I could see it in his eyes. I could see the terror in his eyes when he stared at me, as if I was someone to be feared. He knows about my past, he knows about hers. It's not fair. I hate Dumbledore. Why couldn't he have just told us who we were? Snape's mind is surprisingly easy to read when afraid. I can't believe that Dumbledore accepted me, took me under his wing. I'm Filth! I don't deserve to be here. I could see it in Snape's face. His eyes were full of loathing at my frame, every skerrick within him wishing to destroy me. I don't blame him. Maybe Dumbledore wanted to ensure I was under control. Yeah that's probably it. He wanted to make sure that I couldn't hurt anyone, cause death and destruction. Oh god, how am I going to tell Violet? She'll hate me. All we've ever been taught would encourage her to. I don't think I could handle it if Vi looked at me the same way Severus did. She's my only friend I've ever had. My only confidant, my only love… I wonder if she thinks the same way about me as I do about her. I guess I can't tell her, things have been going too well with us lately. I won't jeopardise that. I've got to do something… oh, I have an idea…
VIOLET
Two painstaking hours later he removed himself from the bathroom, and calm and cool as a cucumber, told me there was something he wanted to show me downstairs. It was amazing. He created a room of requirement for us to escape to, and it was a huge empty field with a forest, and two broomsticks with it. It was so much fun. I think I fell off my broom at least 4 or 5 times, but he always caught me. It was really romantic; I hope he saw it that way. Finally after several hours of fun, he pulled me back through the door, where he smirked and said, "Now guess where we just were." I was completely confused as I thought it was a room of requirement but as he drew me closer to kiss me he whispered one word in my ear, "Hogwarts"
I would have been completely astounded and probably would have ran back in there if Peter hadn't cornered me, and whispered, "Lets save it till later shall we?", and kissed me deeply on the staircase. It felt so good. I had never been kissed or pulled close to someone before, or even had anyone show so much affection to me in my life. I don't know how long we stood there wrapped in each others embrace, but the next thing I knew, Peter and I were on the bed, still locked fiercely. "I love you", he whispered; as he brushed his lips against mine once more…
Dumbledore stood at the door in a state of shock, his eyes fixed on the two of them. He should have known it was going to be inevitable; it would have only been a matter of time. Still the image of them snuggling close, reminded him of his own wife, who he had lost secretly, so long ago. A single glistening tear fell slid down his cheek, and he shut the door quietly so that he would not disturb them. Tonight would be the night, he was sure. Severus was resigned, and Harry had reclaimed Slughorn's memory adequately. Leaving them a note downstairs, he bade a final farewell, regret coursing through his body, as he stepped out of his grandson's life forever…
OOH. WHAT DOES PETER KNOW? WHO IS VIOLET? WHAT WILL HAPPEN NOW DUMBLEDORE IS GONE?