A/N-Here ya go!
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"Two weeks," the voice sounded like it was in another room, and it was not a coherent sound. "Still not awake."
"Don't be so noisy," said a second voice. "She might--"
"Wake? Isn't that what we've been waiting for?" the first voice said furiously.
Everything sounded clearer now. The first voice belonged to Miggy, and the second from Cissy.
"But still..."
"Look," Miggy said, softly now. "Her lips are opening."
"Lex? Can you hear me?"
"I can and Miggy, you did wake me up," I said in a whisper.
"Sorry about that," he said laughing. "Don't regret one bit of it though."
"Could you open your eyes?" Regulus' voice came in.
Slowly, my eyes opened and the light seemed overwhelming. "Is it true I've been out for two weeks?"
"Yeah."
"Who won?"
"We did."
"The score?"
"250-150. We didn't get to score anything after you got hit," Miggy said earnestly. "It proved motivation for them that our best Chaser was gone."
"Who hit me?"
"Hudder did, while Black was distracting you by making chat with you."
"Oh."
"What did I tell you about not getting distracted during a game?" Miggy asked mock-angrily, relief evident in his face.
"Sorry."
"Hey, I have an important question."
"Shoot, Miggy."
"What do girls want? I don't get it. Do they want guys that are buff or lean? Or do they want us to come on to them first or do they want to signal that they like us and come to us? Do you want us to go fast or slow? Uptight boy with manners or some spawn of the devil that lives to get in trouble?"
"Geez Miggy, what happened in the past two weeks that made you think so much?" I laughed.
"Seriously."
"Yeah, he's been asking me the same questions through the past few weeks. He's been driving me mad." Regulus grumbled. "Just answer him and get it over with."
"It's a secret so you can't tell any other guys," I whispered secretly, winking at Cissy, who was containing her fits of laughter. "Us girls...we don't know what we want."
I nodded, with a wry smile on my face. Cissy clapped her hands together ad her tinkling laughter erupted throughout the whole Wing.
The two guys stared at me, with no emotions on their faces. Miggy closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, and shook his head slowly. "My best Chaser can't even answer a question simply."
"Well it's true," I shrugged. "Right Cissy?"
"Yeah, we don't know what we want," Cissy seemed to think. "No, actually, I know I want Lucius."
"Thanks for the help," I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes. "Have you noticed that I don't exactly have a type?"
"Actually...you do--" Cissy started until I clapped my hand onto her mouth.
"No, I don't."
My hand fell limply at my side, it seemed like it forgot how to move. My fingers felt numb, as if they couldn't move. "Why can't I move my hands?"
"You've been in a coma for two weeks, what do you expect?" Miggy sniggered.
"Shush you," I said blankly. "Now, help me get up."
Regulus offered his hand and I stood up. I let go of him and put up my hand in demonstration, then I started falling flat on my face, since I still couldn't feel my feet. Regulus caught me before I could crash down.
"Thanks," I said, collapsing back on the bed. "Only you lot who's concerned about me?"
"Ahh..." Regulus started. "Not really."
"What does that mean? Not really?"
"Don't get angry," Miggy said hurriedly. "But we ehmmm...hexed any Gryffindor that tried to come in here."
"And any Gryffindor represents...?"
"Who else?"
"Answer the question."
"The Marauders," Regulus muttered darkly. "The nerve of them. Especially my brother, coming near you after what they did. I understand that it's Quidditch, but really, that wasn't nice."
I started laughing. "Nice? What we did wasn't exactly an offer for the hand of friendship."
"Yeah, but we're known for playing dirty."
"You guys are so weird," I said, grinning and shaking my head in amusement.
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Faceless people, dead bodies. The same disembodied voice saying the same words over and over again. Me screaming and waking up with a sheet of sweat on my brow and chest. The mirror lay on the floor, blasted into tiny little pieces.
"I swear, I think this will be a morning routine, repairing this mirror," Cissy complained one Wednesday morning. "What the hell are those nightmares about anyway? You never tell me what they're about."
"It's insignificant," I would always say stubbornly when she asked.
Drifting toward my next class after lunch, which was Transfiguration, I heard footsteps behind me. I turned around and Black was following me. This was weird, he was alone. His posse wasn't anywhere in sight. It was the first time I saw him since I got out of that blasted coma.
"Are you lost?" I asked in disbelief. "Or do you need me to point you in the right direction?"
"I've been worried about you," he said in an exasparated voice, taking me in his arms and hugging my head to his chest. "I'm sorry. What I did was something that killed me when I saw you fall of your broom."
"Can you get away?" I protested in annoyance, hating how my stomach jolted upwards at his warm embrace.
"Why?"
"This feels wrong."
"Why? Because my dear brother wants you for his own now?" he spat.
"Why do you care?"
"You turned my world upside-down," he muttered in my ear. "I was never one who got jealous. You of all people must know that."
"What the hell are you rambling on about?" I asked nervously.
"When it comes to you, every guy is a threat. I know possessiveness isn't nice, and I know you told me that smoking was my only vice, but you're dead wrong."
"What are you going on about?" I asked in alarm. This was not the best conversation right now.
"You're another vice. I can't stop being intoxicated by you. Everything is you."
"Black..."
"Don't call me that. And don't go wasting your emotions on Regulus of all people! Please! I can't stand it!"
I glowered at him. "You. Left. Me."
"I know, but--"
"You. Might. As. Well. Have. Killed. Me."
"I guess it only takes someone to realize how important one thing was when she's not with you anymore."
"I wish you never started talking to me again." I glared at him. "I was doing well where you left me! I wasn't happy exactly, but I was contented! I gained acceptance, and that was no thanks to you!"
"Kates..."
"Stop calling me that!" I screamed at him, tearing from his reach. "I'll see you around. I have Transfiguration."
"Wait, no. Please," he grabbed at my hand.
"Don't touch me!" I yelled at him. A force hit him and he crashed into the wall. Tears were streaming down my eyes. Now I could do this while I'm awake too? I instantly remembered what happened to the mirror every morning, and feared what I would do next.
I ran away before something else went wrong.
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A/N-You might not like her because of her mood swings, but understand that she's confused and isn't aware of how much she could do. Apart from that, what would you feel when your childhood sweetheart, who banished you from your life forever suddenly comes and declares his love for you when you're sharing your love to two other different people? That's hard darlings. Anyway, reviews. xoxo's.