And the tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you can't replace
When you love someone but it goes to waste
Could it be worse?
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you
And high up above or down below
When you're too in love to let it go
But if you never try you'll never know
Just what you're worth
-Coldplay. Song: Fix you
Blue Roses.
Chapter two: Step Right up...
Brayden came up behind Skye, and wrapped his arms around her tender waist. He began kissing her neck, and down her shoulder. He took her tiny, silky strap in his teeth and threw it off to the side, causing the other strap to fall, and her shirt fell to the floor. Skye took a deep breath in, then exhaled. She turned around, and looked deep into Brayden's eyes before kissing him tenderly. She moved her hands down his neck, and touched his muscled chest. She unbuttoned the first button...the second button...the third...she began kissing down his chest as she undid more and more buttons. She kissed him sensually on the lips, and slowly slipped his shirt off his muscular shoulders. Brayden's hands began to slip down her front, exploring...
Skye sat up quickly, breathing fast and sweating. She looked around, checking. Just a dream... she thought. Brayden isn't doing THAT to me...just a dream...
She sighed and turned around, so her legs were draped over the side of her bed. Yes, Brayden was cute. Brayden was also a 5th year, and happy with another girl. He was just so...perfect...
Skye got up out of bed, looked at the clock (5:30 a.m.!) and decided to work on her History of Magic essay.
She stalked down the stairs, quietly as possible, as not to wake the other Hufflepuffs. She walked down into the common room and, to her surprise, sleeping in one of the chintz armchairs by the fire was Brayden. Skye's cat, Tia, was lounging on his lap, asleep as well.
"Brayden?" she asked tenderly. "Are you awake?"
He jumped up, sending Tia flying. "Gee, Skye, I was sleeping!"
"Sorry," Skye said, staring at the floor, "I just thought that wouldn't be the most comfortable place to spend the rest of the night."
Brayden stood up, and stretched his arms. "I was trying to work on a Care of Magical Creatures essay...that didn't go too well. Thanks for waking me, I suppose it was uncomfortable..."
He stood up and walked up beside Skye, and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, causing her to turn a violent shade of scarlet. "Goodnight."
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A few weeks passed uneventfully, spare Professor Snape constantly throwing NEWT level questions at Skye.
"What's the main component of Veritiserum?"
"Your grease." Skye retorted, angered, as this was the second time he had asked a question that day.
"I think a week's detention will do."
Though Potions was a complete drag, there were other classes to improve their days. Professor Flitwick had taken an unusual liking to Skye, because she was a metamorphmagus. He would often call upon her in class, and whenever she managed to change her appearance into something new, he would reward Hufflepuff house points. On Wednesday, when Skye managed to have her hair grow to her lower back and turn platinum blonde, Professor Flitwick got so excited he fell off his stack of books, causing the class to break out in laughter.
It was Friday, a day where the sun shone and there was but a light breeze. Cedric and Skye were outside, getting a head start on their Transfiguration homework before Skye had to go to her last detention with Snape, when Cedric surprised her with a surprising question.
"I know we've only been friends for a few weeks, but I feel like I know so much about you..." he started.
"Yes! Agreed!"
"And...I wanted to know if you'd like to come to my house for Christmas vacation."
Skye straightened up. Yes, she'd love to go to Cedric's house for Christmas. But it brought back thoughts of her home life. It brought back thoughts of...
"Skye? You ok?"
"I'm going to detention. Better early than late. Meet me in the Great Hall at 9."
Skye stood up and walked briskly towards the castle.
No...no thinking about home...about...him. He ruined it, he ruined her...
Skye was trapped in her thoughts as she performed a few basic tasks before walking downstairs into the dungeons. She sighed, and opened the door.
"Sit."
Professor Snape quickly conjured a chair, and Skye sat.
"Let's talk."
"Let's not," Skye retorted. "Let's just get on with the detention, already."
"As you wish," he pointed to the hundreds of jars, lining up on many shelves, containing odd animal assortments. "I want them clean, no magic. When you are done, we talk."
Skye grunted and grabbed an old cloth, walking up to the closest jar. She began to wipe, and the thing inside it (was it a baboon's bottom?) began to wriggle. She shuttered, and continued wiping.
As time passed, she would occasionally feel Snape breathing down her neck, declaring that she missed a spot. She never spoke, until every jar was sparkling. She began to double check them when...
"Sit. Now. We're talking."
"Let's not." Skye retorted.
"Why won't you talk to me?" he asked, surprisingly calm.
"You ruined my life!" Skye shouted back at him, throwing one of the jars at him, "You ruined my life, and you ruined her!"
"Reparo," he muttered. "She was asking for it." he said to Skye
"No one asks for what you left her with!" Tears began streaming down Skye's face.
"She..."
"Was too good for you? Was too naive? Was too much in love?"
Snape stood up, looming over Skye. "She was just too foolish."
Skye let out a scream, and began taking jars from the wall and throwing them at him, while screaming profanities.
"SKYE! STOP IT!"
Skye looked into his dull eyes, stared him down momentarily, and ran out the door of his office.
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Skye wasn't in her classes the next day, or the day after that. Cedric would pull up a chair at the bottom of the girls' dormitories (he wasn't allowed up into them) and wait for Skye to come down. She didn't, for four days straight.
"Hey! Ally!" he called, to a fellow Hufflepuff first year. "Can you go and see if Skye's gonna come down?"
The girl shook her head. "We've tried, Ced. Go to bed...maybe she'll be better tomorrow."
Cedric nodded, but continued sitting. He stayed there, bobbing between the sleeping and waking worlds, until he heard soft footsteps creeping down from the dormitories. He stood up, and was delighted to see Skye standing. She looked frazzled; her hair was short, wispy, and a dirty blonde. Her eyes were puffy and red, and she was wearing unkempt jeans and a t-shirt. When Skye spotted Cedric, she looked shocked, but almost happy.
"Skye!" he called softly.
She swallowed, and walked towards him, embracing him in a big hug. "Oh, Cedric, I'm so sorry...it's just...it's just..."
"You wanna talk about it?" Cedric asked.
"Take a seat, and a cup of coffee, because I have a lot of explaining to do..."
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I know, I know, it's so short. But next chapter will be great! I promise you! Long and full of twists and surprises (get your head out of the gutter!)
P.S. if you didn't figure it out, italic is thoughts and spells.
P.P.S. From now on, I'm going to have either song lyrics, poems, quotes, or etc. things headlining my chapters. If I put song lyrics, and you listen to the chapter, it sometimes makes it so much better. Or, it just sets the mood for it.