A.N: Hello! I'm updating now because I had revision all day today and had loads of time to write everything down :) So this is to make up for the time I'll have away from updating in the next few weeks or so.
Hopefully this chapter pleases some people ;)
April 17th (but could be the 18th now for all I know)
Gryffindor Common Room
Okay. So there definitely wasa voice this time.
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April 18th
On My Bed – Girl's Dorm
…Wow.
Just…
Wow.
I'm having trouble forming coherent sentences right now. Sort of in shock. Give me a minute.
…
Right. I'm de-shocked.
The voice? It was Potter's. He was leaning against one of the walls, as casual as you like, as if popping up out of thin air in the middle of the night after making a spectacle of yourself during the daytime was a regular occurance.
My hands quickly darted behind my back.
"Nothing," I muttered, putting on my best scowling Die-Potter look, "But I can ask the same of you. Shouldn't you still be in the Hospital Wing?"
He twitched nervously before bringing his hand up to ruffle his crow's-nest of hair. How many times have I told him that it bloody annoys me when he does that?
"Sorry," he grinned apologetically, (pft, as if it was sincere), and stopped, "Look, Evans, don't tell anyone that I'm not there anymore, alright? Pomfrey freaks me out, and besides, I'm perfectly fine and healthy. But thank you for your concern."
My eyes rolled almost automatically, "Concerned, Potter? The only thing I am concerned about is the amount of House Points you lost for us today. What was the fight about, hmm? Can't decided which of you is more idiotic?"
The change in his demeanour was rapid and very noticeable. He got off the wall and stepped forward, an angry look in his eyes that I hadn't seen ever before. Not even when he was taunting Snape. I felt very small and stupid right at that moment, and I couldn't explain why.
"You don't know anything about what happened, Evans. I didn't think you were quick to judge, but I suppose you never give me a chance, do you?"
That's wrong! I gave him a chance! Lots of chances! And it's not like it was something really serious had happened.
But then I noticed how scarred his face and hands were, and how haggard he looked.
"You didn't…you didn't get those from Sirius, did you?" It was meant to sound like a question but it came out as more of a statement.
James turned away again, "That's none of your business."
"Yes it is! Because – "
"Because?"
He was looking at me again, but I had never seen him look at me like that before. It made me feel dirty, like I was the lowest thing on Earth. He looked at me like he detested me, and none of the dirty looks or names my sister or the Slytherins had called me could ever match up to how much pain I felt when James looked at me like that. I suddenly felt like crying.
I couldn't answer him. At that moment I just felt so foolish and I knew something bad had happened, worse than anything. It would have had to be to make James and Black fall out the way they did.
Then something clicked. Snape being called up to see the Headmaster. Snape looking so pleased with himself when the two were fighting. Remus' behaviour towards Black..
"…You saved…Snape from something," I said slowly.
James' head whirled round so fast to look at me that I would have found it quite comical if the circumstances were different.
I carried on talking, managing to stare him straight in the eye (just), "Some sort of trick on him went wrong…something Black thought up…and you saved him. That's how you got hurt. That's why you and Black fought, isn't it?"
I could see James swallow slowly, obviously unsure of what to say. I couldn't for the life of me imagine anything like this ever happening, but this conversation was making me see an entirely different side to him, one which I didn't think could ever exist.
"He…I…" He sighed deeply. "Yes."
I started to ask another question – "How did you get those scars then?" – but he put a hand up to silence me, "I can't say anything else, Evans, and please don't ask anymore questions or tell anyone, alright? Sirius and I, we're…we're alright now and Snape's ali– alright too, so there's no harm done."
Was he about to say alive?
"Just…" he sighed again and leant against the side of one of the chairs by the fireside. I sat next to him, and he actually took my hand in his – not unlike the party – and rubbed his thumb over my hand gently. Strange thing is, I let him.
"Just…don't worry about it, okay?" He glanced up where I was watching him intently, and the cold look he'd given me before had gone, and his – very hypnotising, might I add – hazel eyes were full of another look, except I'd seen this one before, many times…but never to that intensity.
I nodded, and at this point I had to keep telling myself to breathe, and I was wondering if the oxygen supply of Hogwarts was running out. Which was absurd because no-one at Hogwarts knew how to remove oxygen from a room the Muggle way, unless they had invented a spell for it so –
My train of thought was momentarily interrupted because James' lips were brushing very softly over my own.
He was kissing me.
He. Was. Kissing. Me.
And I was letting him.
And…and well…I liked it. He's a very good kisser, I must say.
And after that most things were a bit blurry and now I'm currently sitting cross-legged on my bed feeling the need to jump up and down screaming in happiness.
All because Potter kissed me.
I don't understand it, and it's not good because I don't want to feel like this about Potter…but it's annoying what good kisses can do and I am rather tired so I think I'll think about this in the morning rather than now.
AND MARLENE MCKINNON/ALICE JONES/EMMELINE VANCE IF YOU READ THIS AND/OR TELL ANYONE I CAN AND WILL PRACTISE MY BAT-BOGEY HEX ON YOU.