Hi again, guys ^^
Here's yet another chapter :3
I'm changing the rating, since there might be a bit much violence in it for a T, and because.. Well, you'll find out soon enough :3
Escal found some mint leaves in a neighbouring kitchen garden, and after I'd boiled some water with magic, we got some quite drinkable tea. He insisted upon serving it, saying that since I did everything else it was only fair. I could have done it instantly, but this slow Muggle way of doing it was kind of nice, like the anticipation build up inside instead of just "well, I think I want to know" and BING, there's steaming hot tea on a silver plate.
"You seem a bit upset," he noticed while putting a mug in front of me.
"Do I?" My voice sounded distant and, regrettably, trembled.
"I have eyes, you know."
"I guess."
"What did you do to that girl at the cornucopia?"
"I used an unforgivable curse on her." Just saying it made me want to throw up again. What did I think, that it was okay, just because The Ministry for Magic didn't have any jurisdiction here?
"A what?" I swallowed a big breath.
"There are three unforgivable curses. There is the Cruciatus Curse, which makes the victim suffer indescribable pain, the Avada Kedavra Curse, which kills you instantly and then the Imperius Curse, that makes you do whatever the magician wishes you to do. Each one gives you a lifetime in prison where I am from. Each one has been used to evil in the past. And I've used one of them."
"Everyone kills in here," he whispered. "Forget those rules."
"But it's not just that." Tears journeyed down my cheeks. "I erased everything. I took away her memories like you turn a cup upside down." I turned my mug so the tea splashed out on the floor. "There's nothing left." I showed him the inside of my mug, made him look at it, as if he could ease my mind if he did so. He shoved a finger down and followed the insides of the cup, then holding up his finger to show a drop of tea on it.
"It's hard to empty something completely." I stared at him. "Jessica, you try not to kill, though killing would be an obvious choice. You did what was necessary to avoid murder. You impress me." I stared even more.
"You don't understand!"
"I understand what needs understanding," said he, and suddenly our noses were less than an inch from each other. I didn't know who had moved, but it didn't really matter. Our lips met, not gently but passionately, we pushed the table between us away, ignored the mugs shattering. We stood so close that we could possible get, but it wasn't enough, not in here. Without loosening our grip the slightest, we stumbled to a bed, I didn't even care which one of them, and started ripping of each others' cloth. I only slowed down to be sure to put my wand where it wouldn't be broken, but otherwise we sensed nothing but the other.
I remember discussing the sexual début of my friends. We sat by the lake at Hogwarts, while she, whispering and blushing, accounted for the slow act of passion, that it was mild and soft and warm.
This was nothing like that, I thought as I lay panting beside Escal, panting but happy to my toes. We gazed into each others eyes, and I remembered everything I'd seen there, when I'd met him over his sister's corpse.
"This complicates things a bit," I murmured, nudging his nose gently with mine.
"Yeah." I kissed him, not quite as rash this time. We were silent a bit.
"Though, I don't know anything about you. And what I know is a lie." I pulled back a little (a very little) and looked him in the eyes, seriously.
"I haven't lied to you."
"No, but you're a tribute from 7. Are you from District 7?" I shook my head and shoved my head in to his chest.
"I'm from St. Ives," I said and laughed of his confused look. "It's in England, and I think it's in the past, too." And lying there, beneath the sheets, I whispered him everything about myself and the wizarding world and Hogwarts and my Dad. And when I was done telling everything, we made love again, and this time I recognised more of the words of my friend.