Softly Met
Dear Readers: this ficlet is built on Charlotte1's Generations: Tales of the Last Stand. I DO NOT OWN IT OR HARRY POTTER. This is based on a part from chapter 7. Where Leshia and Julius are under the table in the corner. However, due to the fact that this is 'mine' in the weird sense of half the plot, the others are not under the table, and Rachel does not interrupt them. I hope that I still remain 'faithful' to Last Stand. This ficlet is a romance so beware. :D
Summery: What would happen between Julius and Leesh (in my own fantasy world) if cousins were not under the table with them, and Rachel did not find them.
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"Is everyone ready?" Katie's whispering voice came from one end of the large playroom. Nobody wanted to give away their positions, so the silence answered Katie's question. "Okay then, begin!" Leshia's tactic was always to start moving early on, and so, silent as a mouse, she started to creep about in the dark. Occasionally the sound of a clumsier peer reached her ears, but in general, the only sound that permeated the darkness was the gently thud of the music from the party outside. After five minutes of silently searching out the other players, Leshia finally came across one of them, though she wasn't happy with who she had found.
"You're kneeling on my hand," the ever-so-soft whisper of Julius black came through the darkness. After quickly moving the offending knee, Leshia resigned herself to the fact that in order to win the game she was going to have to overcome some of her animosity towards the Slytherins.
"Sorry," she whispered back and she shuffled under the table Julius had been hiding under and sat down next to him. "So how is old Allseyer, last I saw of him he was running for his life like the coward he is." After a moment's silence, in which Leshia could have sworn she heard the boy beside her smiling, his response came,
"I thought the aim of this game was to remain silent?"
"That bad eh?"
"Oh Allseyer's fine. I'm sure he'll be touched by your concern." There wasn't a trace of bitterness in the boy's tone; why was he behaving so un-Slytherin like?
"Trust me, concern is the last thing on my mind," Leshia countered darkly.
"Tell me," Julius asked softly and he sounded genuinely intrigued. "Why do you allow them to beat you up all the time? It must get dreadfully tiring." In response to his teasing jibe, Leshia scrunched up her face indignantly in the dark.
"I don't let them do anything," she hissed a little loudly. "I'd like to see you fight off a…" She immediately became quiet as they heard the shuffling of feet. (Which Leshia identified as Rachel's. Amazing what living with Rachel does to you.)
"Then why don't you do something about it?" Julius whispered into her ear. Leshia felt shivers go up her spine as she smelled his minty breath. Her eyebrows furrowed. She never liked anything she couldn't identify. And these feelings certainly fell into that category. Her stomach fluttered as she felt his slightly rough hand lightly touch her arm. She slowly turned her head to face his. His lips softly met hers.
Dedicated to Charlotte1. Hope I didn't disgrace or offend you with this! Lol!
-AlifeOfShadows (previously called FanFicFanatick)