"Miss. Raine, you're late." Violet's eyes looked almost hallow when she entered our Transfiguration class fifteen minutes after it started. She barely made a noise as she sat down, putting her head on the wooden desk almost immediately after. She's been like this for days, eyes either empty of emotion or red and puffed. It's been nearly three weeks since I almost kissed her. And her lips where a plague on my dreams, they where on my own and on my body. Every night her blue eyes stared at me and her lips curved to a smile as she lowered them onto my own.
We would be leaving for Christmas break soon, and there was a final Hogsmeade trip before we did this coming weekend. I wanted to ask her, mostly so I would have a reason to kiss her at the end of it, but first I had to convince my lovely brother that we can miss one conjoined Hogsmeade trip. "Fred." I whispered, my voice harsh while I looked from McGonagall's teaching and Violet.
"What?" he was writing on a piece of parchment, not notes of course, but ideas. We where always writing something, coming up with new pranks or inventions for our future shop. "This weekend, ya mind going it alone?" I was only looking at her now, willing her to sit up, and turn her head slightly to see me, trying to subconsciously make her smile.
Fred was watching me "You're going to ask her out, aren't you?" his eyes flashed the color of our hair and his hand grew tight on the quill. I shrugged, as if where any of his business who I wanted to spend my time with. We had nothing else to do aside from meeting with Harry at the Hog's Head, beyond that we could be apart for a few hours. "Yeah."
The conversation ended there, and when class was over he stormed out of the room like an angry child and I stayed behind waiting for Violet to get up and start to leave. She waited until we where the only two left with the desks before she did so. "Hey there star shine." I smiled at her, wide and full of teeth. She gave into a small smile before walking to the door, and I'm not sure why, but I had to cheer her up.
I remember when I was about ten Dad took Fred and I to the cinema in town, we where upset because our older siblings where all at Hogwarts and all we had to play with was Ron and Ginny, and they where still practically babies. In the movie there was this couple and the girl was upset with him so he kissed her, just grabbed her and turned her around and pushed his lips onto hers. We thought it was the grossest thing in the world at the time, but a few years later it's all we wanted to do.
So I did. I spun her around and attempted to move my lips over her soft pink ones. Only, she went to move her head at the last second so my head hit hers, the center of my forehead hit the side of her's with a thunk that echoed softly off the walls. I grabbed my head and let out a small string of colorful swearwords ("bumble headed fog fucker" may or may not have been a part of that).
Then I heard it, it was soft at first, then broke into a loud sound that hit the walls and forced the sound back to us at full force. Her laugh. Her eyes where sparkling with tears, not sad tears this time, but the kind that you get when your body forgets what to do when it's happy and starts to leak. "What is so funny about this?" I actually think I might have a concussion, how would I explain this to Pomfrey?
Oh, no, I didn't get into a fight. I just don't know how to kiss.
"I never thought my first almost kiss would result in injury." She said this with a smile on her face, and I looked at her and decided to take that victory. I may not have cheered her up in the manor that I had planned, but great plans always have room to fail and redeem themselves all in the same moment.
"Violet Raine, you are a very strange girl." I smiled at her, the throbbing in my head yet to go away. "Would you like to go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend?" She bit her lower lip, and my stomach fell, she was going to say no. And even though I didn't expect it, I was upset, I wanted to touch her and snog her and here is my chance to prove that maybe it'd be a good idea for her to want to as well, and she's going to say no.
"I have to meet up with Nicki for help with Defense but we can meet up after that, say around two?" I smiled a little, I forgot that she was friends with Nicki, the Hufflepuff prefect/chaser who grew up summer before sixth year. Her popularity rises every time she walks into a room. "Yeah, I have a little meeting of my own, so that's perfect. Three Broomsticks?" Casual, not to much of a date if she didn't want it to be, just two friends hanging out. Alone. Doesn't have to be a date.
She kissed my cheek, I didn't even notice her moving towards me, I was trying to come up with a way to tell her that, it could be a friends thing if she wanted, and then I felt it. Soft, smooth lips lightly grazing my cheek, electricity blasted through me and actually shocked her. Literally, my cheek shocked her, she pulled away, a small smile still on her lips and red slowly moving up to her color her face.
"It's a date."
I will never forget how that electricity felt, the first time I felt any part of her intimately on me. Whenever we were close, even just sitting by each other, we responded. And right now while I watch her walking towards me, her dress—white and red—flowing around her, I feel it. The lightning bolts that come alive when she's near me.
It feels like hours waiting for her to make it the entire way, as if time slowed to slug speed and made every moment feel almost unbearable. But when her and her father finally make it to us, and the man from the Ministry of Magic asks me to take her hand, to allow her to step away from her father and to me, I'm steady. My stomach no longer in knots and my knees no longer wobble.
Her father, a man who I have learned can seem cold but has moments, like now, where he seems almost like a man who never saw war, gives me a small nod of his head. Giving his daughter away, he stepped back, hand twitching as if he would salute, he sat down. Her fingers sat on top my own and I shocked her.
A bolt jumping from my skin to hers, just like that first time I tried to kiss her.
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It's half written. But I am not putting out a new one until the next one is at least half done. So I have a reason to keep writing.
