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"Miles!" Veera shouts, "I'm going to tell your mother if you don't play nice!"

Miles grins widely, "Try me!"

Veera huffs and chases him around the forest, zapping him with some relatively harmless charms. They've been doing this weekly, a duel in the forest, since the first day of fifth year, when they made the bet. If Veera ever beat him, he was going to confess his feelings to Elaine Finnigan, Octavia Rook, or Bianca Ruth, girls he had expressed interest in from their first year to possibly their last. Miles was a rather timid but handsome and smart boy. Someone had to help him.

They have known each other since birth because Veera's mother was Miles's mother's best friend. Naturally, they grew up to be best friends too. They discovered magic at the age of eight when they were playing at the Thomases and accidentally set Veera's birthday cake on fire, much to her dismay. It was a birthday to remember nonetheless because they made a pact with one another on a ruined and crumpled piece of parchment that they would one day marry one another. It was a type of innocent love children would share but neither forgot about it. Some days it still occupied Veera's thoughts. Was the pact still in order? Does he even remember?

Miles's eyes enlarged when he suddenly found himself wandless, his wand in Veera's hand. Veera was jumping and dancing, victorious at last.

"No. Way," he says, panting slightly, "How?"

Veera laughs giddily before tossing his wand back to him, and standing up while extending a hand, "This is history right here."

He takes her hand and pulls himself up, dusting off his clothes with a smile, "Two years of this, took you long enough."

"Time for you to follow through," she says, "My days of worrying about you are finally over."

"Or far from it," Miles says, slightly out of breath, "This could uncover something else altogether."

It was easy, practically handed to him on a silver platter. He was Head Boy and Elaine Finnigan was Head Girl. She was the easiest option. Of course however, their original deal did not involve James Potter. Telling Elaine was simple enough but dealing with James Potter was not going to be easy. Perhaps telling someone else altogether was the better plan.

"Is telling Elaine even worth it?" he asks, "With James and everything. Telling Octavia in France is probably easier."

"It doesn't matter remember? Just pick a girl or I'll pick one for you, you wimp."

"Okay, alright," he says, holding his hands up, "I know I got to make some moves out there."

"Hell yeah," she says, encouraging him, "You got it."


Smitt paced on the deck extending out towards the Black Lake. He was elated to see her, as he always was. It couldn't have been more than five times that they had met up, but he was excited. This was a whole new experience for him, but it couldn't have been for her. She was gorgeous after all. Where was she?

He was famous for his impatience, infamous if you will. In his first year he nearly blew up the classroom because of his eagerness to finish his concoction first. It was something unique about him, that's for sure. Penny Ross was probably the opposite of him. It didn't stop his attraction for her, though. He knew about Pierce and Patrick, even Parker who was dating Rose. He definitely did not expect it to be himself. He was tall and strong, but he was never given a second glance. In fact, the opposite sex seemed to be scared of him. He was a chubby boy back in his early years and he worked extremely hard to get the physique he had now. Penny didn't seem overwhelmed by him at all. It was nice to get to know someone for who they were on the inside.

There she was on the other side of the walkway, a thick jacket covering her upper half and warm boots covering her legs. He felt himself heat up as she rushed over to him.

"Hi," she says, "Sorry for being late."

"It's okay," he says, "No big deal."

"How long were you waiting?" she asks, concerned.

"Half an hour, it's fine really," he assures her.

Her eyes widen and he steps closer.

"It's fine," he says again, "I'm glad you're here."

"Me too," she says, "The girls wouldn't let me leave the dorm unless I told them where I was going.

"What did you say?" he grins.

"Quidditch pitch," she laughs, "A bit cold for that, now."

They walked, not knowing where they would end up. There was comfortable space between them, one of friends and not of more. Gradually, the space was gone. It was the closest they've ever been their arms were touching.

His heart was drumming wildly, her breaths were stopping short. He could do it. She was there. All he had to do with her was grab her hand to confirm the feelings he had for her. He started with his index finger, wrapping slowly around her pinky.

She felt something touch her fingers and almost flinched but didn't. Relaxing, she let him continue to caress her hand. He was full of something she hadn't seen in him before. That's right. Patience. He had waited for her, even though she was late. He wasn't upset about it, and it didn't change his mood. He was taking his time for once, not rushing through, and neither seemed to mind.

She was already changing him and he didn't even know it.


Dammit.

"Elaine!"

She turns around abruptly, her hair whipping him in the face. He didn't realize how close he had gotten to her.

"Oh, hi James," she says, stepping backwards, "What's the panic?"

"Uh," James says, rubbing his neck, "How are your head duties?"

"Oh. They're a bit overwhelming," she says, chuckling, "Can we maybe talk later? I have to meet with Miles."

She takes a few more steps backwards before turning. James clenched his fists, clearly frustrated.

"Can you just wait a minute?" he shouts hoarsely.

She turns again and he was already pressed against her, his hands gripping her upper arms.

"Please talk to me," he pleads.

"James," she says softly, "Let me go. I have things to do."

He was silent for a while. All the planning he did for this moment had gone out the window. What do you say to a person who has been your whole life since the moment you met them? What do you do?

He lets her go.

By the time he looked up from the floor it was lonely and silent. He didn't know how long he stood there for, wondering where and when it all went wrong.

Elaine was still running, all the way to the joined dorm rooms of the Head Boy and Head Girl, where she was meeting Miles. She couldn't believe how fast it all fell apart for her and James. One minute she was sleeping in James's arms on his bed and the next, she and Miles were pinning their Head badges on their robes in their joint dorm rooms. She wiped an escaping tear hastily. She wanted so badly to stay and talk to James. Normally she knew exactly what he was thinking and how he felt about his classes, his teachers, his classmates, the food, the weather, everything. Sometimes, she even liked to believe she knew how he felt about her, if he felt anything towards her. Now, she couldn't even understand him, and he was yelling.

"Are you okay?" Miles asks shyly. She still couldn't believe he was so quiet. The more time they spent together the more Elaine realized how different he was from what she imagined him to be. It wasn't necessarily a bad different, it was just...not James.

"I'm fine, let's get started," she says, inhaling a shaky breath as she pulls her books and papers together.


Candace couldn't believe she was having this conversation with Albus. He knows exactly how she feels about him, how she described their relationship. She was a poet when she wanted to be. Her favourite pastime was writing.

It was like magnets, their attraction. There was a pull in both their bodies that neither could ignore. Perhaps at the very beginning, when the galaxy and universe were forming, they were part of the same star. Split apart by collisions and left to stand alone in the chaotic formation of the world. Now, after billions of years, the star completes itself for the last time.

"Is Damien doing well enough to be on his own now?" Albus says, trying to keep the hatred out of his voice.

"McGonagall herself asked me to help him. I'm doing my job Al," she says in return.

"Have you forgotten who he is? He's your ex-boyfriend Candace. You know exactly what his purposes are with you," Albus shouts.

"It's not like that!" she huffs, "He knows I'm dating you."

"Do you think that will stop him?" he asks, "Just please tell McGonagall you did your part. We both know he can do just fine on his own. I want you back, I want us back."

"I never left," she says, "I never will. You know that."

They stand in silence, absorbing the conversation. It was hard for Albus. This wasn't something concrete that he could call her out on. He wasn't even sure that Damien wanted Candace back. He knew that she had a point. Hopefully she understood what he was getting at too. Candace was possibly the easiest person to get along with. If the new student were a girl, McGonagall probably would have chosen her anyway.

Candace was holding back sobs. Albus shouldn't even be thinking about these things. They've had their fights here in there through the course of their relationship and something related to jealousy was going to pop up at some point, but she didn't expect it. Not like this, and definitely not with Damien involved.

"Baby," he says, reaching for her hand, "Please tell me you understand."

"Of course I do, but it's you we're talking about here. I couldn't imagine myself with anyone else anymore. How could I if I'm dating you?" she says, "You constantly overlook yourself sweetheart."

He shrugs, "I just want to be sure."

"If it really bothers you, I'll tell McGonagall I'm done after Christmas break. If he tries anything before then…" she trails off.

"Which you don't believe he will, but I do," he finishes for her, "I won't hold back."


Sorry it was so short and choppy! Just wanted to add a tiny bit of information since I haven't found a set schedule for writing and posting and I probably won't. Please review! Tell me where you think this story is going. Who's your favourite character? What do you think of Scorbus? Tell me anything!

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