Wicked
Chapter 3: Grass
By: Jondy Macmillan
A/N: For Fish, whom the character of Serendipity is loosely based on and wholly belongs to. She bought me a DevArt three month subscription as bribery for this chapter. The Fish knows how to bribe me. Oh, and this chapter wasn't originally named Grass, but I forgot the original list of names, and I have a feeling this concept is better than whatever I first came up with.
She felt the blades of grass tickle the skin between her shoulder blades, but it didn't matter. It was good that they'd done this once before, because this wasn't the way she imagined it. Naked, in the Quidditch pitch near two in the morning. No girl dreams of losing her virginity that way, even if the stars overhead are twinkling much too brightly. Maybe, she thought, delirious with the pleasure of what she did and the pain of what she was trying to forget, the stars represented each of them down here on earth. She knew this wasn't true, after all, Professor Stellae was the best Astronomy around, but…The way each star winked in and out of existence in time with her heartbeat was too much to bear.
Things weren't supposed to turn out this way. All their plans, all those nights spent wide awake before exams, giggling about the future, were wasted. The future, what was that? Some intangible thing that she had strived to reach in perfect love and perfect trust, something pure and unsullied by the pain of the past; or so she'd once thought. Funny thing about the past, it had this unnerving way of becoming the present that could never be forgotten. Every wound she'd so recently endured would stay with her until the day she died, the residual memory of scars replacing their actuality once her skin was wrinkled and grey.
"It's not healthy for you to brood this way," Polaris murmured in the most cheerful tone he could manage. This wasn't like their first time, right before her birthday, when everything had been quiet and awkward and magic had crackled through the air.
"What else should I do?" Serendipity snapped in reply. She couldn't, wouldn't let herself feel bad for it. It was obvious that he was trying to help. Polaris was never upbeat, so why else would he be now, of all times? When the darkness had fallen over her soul? It was so strange; Sere had always imagined herself depending on Polaris. She had fancied him her shield against the harshness of the world. The truth was, he couldn't defend her from anything. He could only comfort her when the bad times had past.
She wrapped her hands around his broad shoulders, wondering if this was how all sex would be from now on, now that she'd had her one magical night. She remembered that night on the astronomy tower with a bottle of Firewhisky and a game of never have I ever. Prue and Serendipity had been the only ones sober amidst all the questions about who, what, when, where, and why were all their friends sluts?
He moved over her and she gasped, wrapping her legs tightly around his slender hips, her ankles crossing at the small of his back. The golden hoops loomed above her head and somewhere far away a wolf howled. The forest was unusually quiet tonight in the backdrop of the school. She wondered if any of the first years were looking out their window, staring at her pale insubstantial form as she and Polaris worked up a sweat. It was hard, she wanted all of her life to be romantic, like a fairytale. Why had her fairytale already turned sour. She was seventeen, and much too young to feel so empty.
"Are you really okay?" Polaris asked.
"No," Serendipity whispered into his ear, before she arched her back and gave in. He kissed her deeply, her helpless knight in shining armor. It couldn't be helped that she wasn't okay. Only a week had passed. Eventually, she'd be okay. No matter what, she resolved that she would be.
One day, Serendipity would be strong enough to be her own knight in shining armor. That was the thought that would comfort her tonight. That was the promise she made with herself as the moon washed over her body, invigorating her ever molecule. Polaris was moving faster now, and the rhythm of their breathing was harsh and short.
Serendipity swore she could count each and every blade of green, dewy grass that night, when the stars exploded in their heavens.
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