~(kiss two)~
You're scared of what this really is
and where this might lead us next
With a sigh of relief, you leave your last class of the day. Despite the intimate moment shared between you two a few days previously, James hasn't spoken to you after that. No smiles, no nods, no slight gesture that showed he even knows you at all. You expected it, though (don't fool yourself), but it still hurts.
After making your way through the maze of students, you leave the castle thanks to a sudden craving to be alone. It's not as though you have many friends, but you know it's better that way (just like your elder brother did). Most people don't want to associate with the kind of future you have in store.
A light tap on your shoulder brings you away from your dark thoughts and that smile makes you weak in the knees (thankfully you were sitting down 'cause you would've fallen over). His smile vanishes as quickly as it appeared and you can tell that he's uncomfortable, which gives you an aching feeling in your stomach.
"You can sit down," you offer, your eyes looking anywhere but at his face because you know how easily you turn red in his company.
Without a reply, he sits down on the grass beside you. With neither of you speaking, all you can hear is the pounding of your heart (which makes you wonder if he, too, can hear it). He clears his throat after a few minutes slowly passed and you can feel his eyes on you. "The other day – it was a mistake." James runs his hand through his dark locks as he tries to find the right words to say – the right words with which he can break your heart. "It was nothing, right?"
Nothing. How could he possibly say it was nothing? Didn't he feel that spark that soared through your body? You swallow the questions as a lump forms in your throat. The only words you can muster are "It doesn't have to be nothing."
You turn to him and your eyes meet, just like last time (cinnamon and sapphire).You just want him kiss you like the time before, but instead he shakes his head solemnly and looks away.
You push aside your Slytherin pride for once because maybe it wouldn't be that bad to open up to someone – to tell him your feelings and your secrets. The thought of being vulnerable is almost as bad to you as the thought of him walking away right now and never speaking to you again. Almost, but not quite. "I like you." The words are so plain and overused (you've never been good with words), but they're the only ones you can think of to say to him. "And you must not feel too differently… You were the one who kissed me, after all."
Your words hang heavily in the air between the two of you and you just wish he would say something – anything (good or bad, just to break the thick silence). But he doesn't. He doesn't even raise his eyes from his feet to look at you or acknowledge what you've said. This pushes you from being ready to spill your heart out to being sheepish and foolish. How could you have ever thought for a minute that he would have feelings for a Slytherin – for you? "Just forget it," you mumble as you rise to your feet and leave.
Every footstep of his echoes loudly in your ears as he trails behind you, but you don't look back – you can't.
It's when he tugs on your arm that you spin around, sending your lips crashing into his. With a hand on your back, he brings you closer, but you pull away. Dumbstruck and your stomach practically swarmed by butterflies and a warm feeling, all you can do is look at him.
"Nothing official."
You nod in agreement as he leans back in to reclaim your lips.
The lyrics at the beginning belong to the band Dance Gavin Dance's song "Burning Down The Nicotine Armoire"
Kiss two! I never really cared one way or another for Rabastan, but I'm growing kinda fond of him. He's a neat character, I think. (Not as amazingly awesome as Regulus, though!)
:P
Thanks mew for betaing!