Friends Help Friend...Do Stupid Things
I got up slowly. I pushed my hair back. I pulled down my shirt. I even took a deep, cleansing breathe to try to shake the urge to punch Scorpius in the face.
All that failed miserably.
"Do not lay your hands on me!" I snarled viciously, "It is one simple rule. Do not touch me." I shoved him back, harder. He crashed into the wall behind him, but he still did not fall down.
"Then you should abide by your own rules." his breathing was getting heavier, "You don't get to make rules up and then follow them whenever they suit you. That is called cheating." he stalked over, picked me up by the collar of my shirt and slammed me against the wall, "And I don't appreciate cheaters." he finished quietly.
"Fuck off." I growled quietly. Scorpius just smirked. I narrowed my eyes at him.
"Did you notice that our bodies have been touching for almost five minutes." I shook my head no at his question, "Do you notice how you aren't shaking?" I shook my head, slowly, no again. He continued to smirk.
In fact, my body was trembling slightly. This was not my usual nervous shake. It felt weird. Scorpius pressed his body lightly against mine. He muscles rippled across my torso. My breathe quickened. His lips were right next to my ear.
"Shh, Calesta." he breathed into my ear, "I might believe you are enjoying this." and then my body went cold.
I had the wall support my weight because my knees were weak. I think for the first time, I actually felt want. I shuddered. That was odd.
I was wondering the castle later that day. I had this urge to explore the many passageways and levels. I did get worried twice about being lost. But my female intuition told me how to get out of those close calls.
I did it again. I was facing a dead end. My female intuition woke up. It told me to turn around. Excellent! I am no longer lost! How pathetic.
I shook my head at my own insanity. Then I turned my thoughts to what happened this morning. Scorpius did that show of bravado for a reason. It was not in his character to go again, shoving girls to the ground and then pressing them to the wall. He is not cruel like that.
I found that the experience did not terrify me like it should have. I did not shake at the mear thought of him pinning me against the wall. It just pissed me off. I did not want to hyperventalate like I normally do. I actually wanted to go find him and kick his ass.
And then the purpose dawned on me.
He showed me that I could not be afraid. He was showing me that fear was the enemy, not the opposite sex. But after that, I did not know the rest of the lesson. I could not get past the anger that bubbled up whenever I thought he could just manhandle me.
Before I could blink, I was pulled into an empty classroom and shoved up against the wall. A powerful hand covered my startled scream. I guess this where I would be learning another lesson. My hands started to go clammy.
"Shouldn't be wandering the castle by yourself." someone not Scorpius whispered in my ear. It was very dark, "Now, don't do anything rash when I let you go." too late, I already decided to do something rash, "So, here I go." the second I had enough room, I elbowed him in the ribs.
And this guy was not happy.
Curses were flying out his mouth in between gasps of air. As a torch was lit, I saw it was James Potter. I would have felt bad if I was not livid. I turned around to see Scorpius looking amused.
"This confuses me." he pulled two chairs over. One for me and one for him, "You obviously know how to ward off an attack. I've seen you do it twice. And with excellent results."
"I hate you." James sputtered towards Scorpius. Now I did feel bad. The blonde boy just chuckled.
"Ich kann mir nicht helfen, aber denken Sie daran." I whispered. Scorpius' mirth fell from his face. James took his lead.
"What did she say?" James asked softly.
"She said, 'I cannot help but remember.'" he answered quietly. Tears cascaded gently over my lids. They glided quietly down my cheeks and dripped silently off my chin.
I brought my knees up to my chest. I amde my body as small as possible in my chair. Silent sobs racked through my body. Shaking my shoulders violently.
The background noises confused me. I heard furniture moving and a lot of whispering. The classroom door closed and I was lifted from my chair. I leaned into their chest. My tears stained their shirt.
I was lowered onto something soft. My eyes shot open in shock and I started to panic. Gentle fingers massaged my calves. The soothing circles calmed me. My head was laid in someone's lap. They started to gently run their fingers through my blonde hair.
This is how I remember falling asleep. Relazed and calm and safe.
My head was pounding. I moaned slightly. My pillow stirred as I started to wake. My pillow stirred? I stilled my body. Did I still have my clothes on? Yes, I did. Maybe this was not so bad.
I opened an eye to a green one. I never noticed how dark green his eyes were. They were whole forests in his eye sockets. They were regarding me with caution though.
That is only fair, with how this weekend was going. I thought bitterly. The bitterness left a sour taste in m mouth. It showed on my face.
"Alright?" James whispered. I nodded my head slightly. I did not want to get up, "Good." he smiled slightly. I closed my eyes as I returned the gesture. I drifted back to sleep. Content just where I was.
"Calesta?" I moaned. I felt so comfortable, "Calesta?" this time it was louder. So I moaned louder, "Calesta!" my eyes bolted open.
"Go away." I grumbled. There were mainly female faces. I knew them all.
"Calesta, it is two in the afternoon! Get up!" I realized James replaced himself with a realy pillow. I made a move to close my eyes and my arm was set ablaze. I sat up like a bolt.
"OW!" I groaned. I rubbed the spot that had been punched. I bet it was Roxanne. She knows how to throw a mean right hook because of Fred.
"Get up then!" she said in a threatening voice. I got up from, what I was only noticing it was, a couch. iThat is what all the noise was for./i
"Where have you been?" Molly crossed her arms in front of her chest. Her stern gaze demanded I give up all my secrets. I saw James behind her shake his head slighly.
"There has been too much sex going on in my dormitory. I conjured a couch here and stayed over night." I shrugged my shoulders.
"You look like you cried the whole night." she brought her face close to mine. I held her gaze.
"I was reading a teen love story with a sad ending." I dropped my voice to a whisper, "They end up not getting together in the end." I even sniffed for dramatic effect. Molly stood up straight. She did not look convinced.
"Are you a tart?" the whole company shifted uncomfortably.
"Molly Weasley!" James yelled, "You need to go cool down." he took Molly's elbow and started guiding her out.
"No, it's okay." I waved my hand at James. He looked nervous, "Actually, Molly, I am the exact opposite." she uncrossed her arms and shifted her feet nervously, "I know I act a little odd, if not completely nuts. But I have a reason for it. And I think it is a damn good reason."
"You don't have to." Lily interrupted gently, "She is only upset because you literally made her think you died. Luce hadn't seen you since the party. James said he hadn't seen you. She, like our Aunt Hermione, is terrible about worrying." Molly's cheeks were pink with embarassment. I nodded my head.
"I am going to go take a shower." I smiled, "I'll see you at dinner."
As the hot water ran down my tiny frame, I could not help but think that this was the best shower ever. The water was perfect. The spray massaged my achy muscles. It felt like a day at the spa. Although, I had never been to the spa.
I turned off the water. My big fluffy towel was warm on my skin. I padded over to the sink and wiped away the steam from the mirror. I nearly had a heart attack from the images behind me.
I spun around and clutched the towel tighter around me. My pulse started racing.
"Get out." I ordered, my voice squeakier than usual. James and Scorpius just chuckled and closed the door. My chest began to heave, the first sign I was going to hyperventialate.
"Your plan is not working, mate." James whispered to Scorpius. He just shrugged his shoulders.
"You don't give her enough credit." he stepped closer to me. My mouth went dry.
"Don't." I barely got out. My tongue felt like it was glued to the roof of my mouth.
"Scorp...?" James was very unsure.
"Shh." he shushed him, "You need to learn to be able to push someone away when you aren't angry."
"Please." it was barely a whisper.
Scorpius stopped his advance. His eyes held my gaze steadily. He did not try to look anywhere, other than my eyes. My heart beat began to slow down. My chest stopped heaving. I actually had a grip on my bodily functions.
After one final gulp of air, I straightened my back and held my chin up.
"I'm pretty sure I locked the door when I came in." I stated blatanly. James' features turned amused.
"This is the House of Slytherin." he stated simply as he walked up to Scorpius. I caught his drift.
"Don't flatter yourselves." I turned around and started getting myself ready, "I just trust you enough not to touch me."
"Oh really?" I caught Scorpius' raised eyebrow.
"Letting someone cry in your lap will do that." I jabbed my thumb over my shoulder, "Now get out so I can dress."
When I entered the dormitory fifteen minutes later, the pair were laying across my bed. They had found a photo album. I coughed.
"Does all of America look like this?" James marveled.
"No. The big towns are dirty. The midwest is dry. The smaller towns on the East Coast are green and luscious. And I've heard a rumor that Alaska is always dark." I grabbed my album and closed it quickly. Scorpius hid a smile behind his hand.
"What are you up to today?" James asked me. I shrugged my shoulders.
"I was going to wander my way to the library and read." I bent down to grab my bag.
"Because his family is itching to play Quidditch. They normally play on Sundays. It is almost like going to church for them." Scorpius rolled his eyes, "The girls were wondering if you wanted to join. Fred, Albus, James, Louis and even little Hugo tend to out play them. I try to help, but even with my services, James and Fred still manage to score." he wrinkled his nose.
"Are you implying that my cousin and I have charmed the quaffle to go through your hoops every time?" James could not keep the coy smile out of his eyes.
"I wouldn't have to." Scorpius pushed his shoulder. James' features turned into mock anger.
"Don't start with me!" he warned. I giggled. Their arguement diffused. To have a best friend again.
"I'm terrible at the sport." I said with a smile, "But I'm a decent enough flyer that I'll manage." I picked up my light jacket.
"Brilliant!" James exclaimed. Scorpius' face broke into a grin.
"Let's have a go then!"
I think I had a new appreciation of life. And Quidditch. Mainly life though. I swear, all the Potter/Weasley clan tried to kill me atleast once.
They all took their sport very seriously. By serious, I mean no gender prejudice, racial prejudice or size prejudice. Girls hit boys with bludgers. Boys hit girls with bludgers. Girls tackled boys. Boys tackled girls. I even saw a fist fight.
I started off playing nice, but I most certainly did not finish nice. I was a chaser. Molly, captain of the girls/Scorpius team, saw my size as an advantage. Scorpius was seeker. His sharp eye only matched by Albus.
After a particularily nasty hit by Hugo, I gritted my teeth. For being so much smaller, he was solid. It also seemed to give way to an on slaught of bludger hits by Fred. Damn beaters. So, I bit down on my meekness and I started tackling like the best of them.
"Damn Manslayer," Hugo mumbled, "If I knew you could throw your body like James, I wouldn't have tried to knock you off your broom." he rubbed his shoulder. I ducked my head sheepishly.
"I'm sorry, Hugo." I pushed his hand away and rubbed the spot gently, "But I figured if you wanted to knock me off my broom, I should only return the favor." a few of the Weasley's chuckled.
"You should try out for the Slytherin team." Scorpius said from the floor of the Gryffindor Common Room. He was way too comfortable here.
"Oh, I don't think so." I shook my head, "The Weasley/Potter clan would murder me on the pitch." I flashed a devilish grin, "After I helped Slythering kick their ass!" Pillows smothered me from all angles. All I could do was laugh.