DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Harry Potter or any of its characters. I also do not make any money from this.
WARNINGS: Yaoi (male x male), Yuri (female x female) adult topics, swearing, sexual scenes and violence
PAIRINGS I know of so far: (pairings will be added as they are mentioned in chapters)
Ron x Hermoine, Blaise x Cho, Neville x Cho, Saito x Draco
This has not been Beta'd.
'text' is thought
"text" is talking
Hidden Element
Chapter 31: Rain
Elementals:
Ice and Void – Draco Malfoy
Fire – Pansy Parkinson
Earth – Blaise Zabini
Nature – Cho Chang
Light – Cherrie Everdeen (OC)
The Forgotten:
Electricity – Saito Blackstar (OC)
Animal – Carsly Hendricks (OC)
Shadow – Alakai Petrovski (OC)
Water - Yasmin DiAngelo
Wind - Miya Hendricks (OC)
The sudden shower of rain comforted her as she let her face raise up to the heavens with her eyes closed. The cool moisture falling upon her face in cleansing pinpoint motions. Her hair grew heavy with dew, though there was not enough for it to drench it through and through.
Pansy had had little reason to feel calm in her life, not that it was filled entirely with sadness, but she fretted over things constantly.
From behaving like a proper lady to appeasing her parents at a young age, to being teased by other purebloods, being agreed to wed without her consent, petty high school drama (they always seem so important at the time), to finding she was a special individual, hiding from war, and now all this tragedy. Life never was easy, but it had thankfully thrown her a few cheats along the way.
Blaise and Draco had been the ultimate help along the way. They knew her ins and outs, when it was meaningless, and when it was something to really get involved about. Of course, she could also have thought of no better person to wed against consent, than to Draco himself.
She had been placed in Slytherin where the ones observing would pay her no real attention as they knew her parents. She had also found a piece to her internal puzzle, which felt like it should have been there from the start now that she'd found it. There was also...
The soft musical laugh from beside her had only proved to calm her all the more.
The minute she felt it boil up within her, she had firmly latched the briming pot and made a hasty run for it, hoping that Blaise would be fine in the situation. Well, at least Cho was there to give him a smack if he failed miserably. She didn't know the woman all too well, and what she had previously seen was a pathetic excuse of an attitude.
Blaise, however, liked independent women, those who could think and argue back. She smiled at the thought of Blaise using dispute as foreplay. It didn't seem all that fictional an idea when it came to the brunette. It meant that somewhere down the line, Cho had grown a backbone. She really didn't know her though, and she was sure Blaise would be disappointed at her having doubts of his wife.
A moist touch to her arm bought her out of her reverie. Rain, or something like it in this case, had always lulled her into heavy thinking.
"Too much?" Her companion had sounded kind, even through their continuous fighting, but Pansy thought she heard a dabble of worry and concern mixed in with the gentleness.
"No. Perfect." She opened her eyes to take in the dry person before her.
"Do you ever get wet from the water, or are you water repellent?" That unnervingly calm and happy chuckle trailed out of pale pink lips.
"Although my percentage of water is considered more than yours, it doesn't mean I walk around in a constantly wet state. Do you walk around on fire half the time? I think not!"
Pansy couldn't help but hold back a grin before her body slowly enveloped in flames, licking her tan features and clothes that remained perfectly in place and non-flammable it seemed. Head held high like her mother had taught her, posture regal, elegant and purely pureblood, flame created wings expanded from her back till they were opened fully.
"They're so..." The other hesitated a moment, thinking of the right words to say. Pansy let out a cheeky smile and decided to give her a few options.
"Beautiful? Magnificent? Huge?" The bluenette hid a smile of her own, there was no way she was going to give her the right word now!
"Red." She stated simply with a nod and a slight hum as she folded her arms beneath her breasts to stare at them more vigorously. "Definitely red!" The statement earned her a joyous giggle none-the-less. She let the water douse the flames, melting it away from her body, the rain itself seemed to clear up, the clouds shifting and the sun shining brightly unobstructed.
"And? Feel better now?"
Pansy smiled as she gazed at a face she had come to cherish, in an odd sort of way. She had sought out Yasmin again, as unconscious a thought it was, yet there she was, graceful and brimming with energy at the same time, just waiting for her. She could almost swear Yasmin had already known the outcome of the day.
"Yes, thank you. How did you know?" Yasmin cocked her head to the side in slight confusion. Blue waves of hair cascading down her shoulders as she did so.
"Know what, exactly?" An eyebrow lifted up expectantly as Pansy hesitated with an answer.
"Where I would be..." Yasmin let out a laugh filled with a mixture of pity and amusement.
"You don't seem to be remembering correctly, dear Pansy. I was suffocated with my brother pacing back and forth and decided to ditch his sorry ass. I took a nice stroll down a river I used to walk past when I was younger, and lo and behold, you happen to come walking by a few minutes later. If anything, I should be asking you that question."
Pansy thinned her lips nervously. Had she really sought the other out? Was this actually such a good idea? For a brief second mild panic and doubt filtered through her mind, then came slamming into the wall of disbelief.
She had met Yasmin before she had set eyes on either Draco or Blaise. It had been a brief two minutes, where Pansys mother had been out buying perfume (a rare muggle commodity she allowed herself). The manager of the shop had been inside with his daughter. They did not speak, nor greet, but when a child, one tends to notice other children at a more alert level.
After that, they had met twice again before Pansy had been accepted to Hogwarts and her father banned her mother from setting foot inside a muggle village for other 'reasons' apart from the obvious.
It hadn't been till she left for America that she had come across Yasmin again. Although she had seemed a complete stranger at first, (which they really were, couple appearances aside) one tended not to forget eyes that colour blue.
Fighting was half of the thrill. It had became an odd sort of agreement. Pansy was off bounds to the Forbidden just as Yasmin was off bounds to the others. They sought each other out to fight and talk. Enemies, yet friends.
She smiled bitterly as she thought that perhaps this was the way Draco had come to think of all of them. He had never really bought the issue up, yet now thinking of it, perhaps it was time to ask him how well he really knew the forbidden.
How well he knew Yasmin.
"If the answer bothers you that much, I'm semi-sorry to have asked. If you wish to be alone I could always leave. If you want to reminisce, then I should probably leave you in peace, and if you're going to cry, which it sort of looks like from this angle, then I'm defiantly leaving." Pansy laughed a little at the confusion sprawled across Yasmins determined face.
"None of the above. You don't have to leave. In fact, I'd rather you stay."
Once again, Yasmin gave her a look of confusion, a purse of the lips in thought before she uncrossed her arms and sat neatly on the grass beside the lake. She didn't seem to care that the grass was full of dew and her dress soaking up the moisture from where she sat legs deftly curled to the side of her, weight resting on her left arm.
"Everything's moving so fast suddenly." Pansy blurted out, taking a seat next to the bluenette, legs in front of her.
"Why?"
"After the final war, things slowed down, things almost seemed normal. I didn't have to worry about being a Slytherin, or that my parents were death eaters, or that I could burst into flame spontaneously."
"Reminiscing?" Yasmin sighed out wearily. It wasn't that she didn't want to comfort Pansy, rather, she didn't want to have to feel anything troublesome when it came time to kill her.
"I'm sorry, but I still don't want you to leave." Yasmin smoothed out the edges of her dress, humming softly as she did.
"It's not that suddenly things are moving fast, it's just that its all happening now." Pansy glanced up nervously, to which Yasmin pinned her with a serious look and continued.
"Nothing happened for five or more years. That's a long time of nothing when there's supposed to be a war between us. We each had our reasons for the long pause, no doubt some of which were the same, but suddenly we've hit the play button, and everything seems so fast because it just hasn't happened before. You'll get used to it again. War, I mean. It's not something you easily forget."
"I don't want there to be a war." Pansy whispered softly, her gaze moving to the lights gleaming off the waters surface.
"You don't really have a choice. You're one of the reasons it started, so suck it up and try to kick some ass." She made a victory fist in the air before staring expectantly back at Pansy for some reaction.
When none followed she sighed once more and twisted so she was lying on her back on the floor.
Pansys knees came up and her frame softly started to shake. Yasmin bit her bottom lip, not entirely sure what it was she should be doing. She stood up slowly, frowning slightly at the uncomfortable feeling of the large wet area at the back of her dress.
"Pl...please...don't leave.." Pansy whispered. She had never cried in front of anyone about something like this before. She felt vulnerable, she felt alone, and for some reason, it was Yasmin that she wanted there with her.
She could hear the soft pad of feet moving away, and she sniffed at the unexpected panic and sadness that clenched her heart.
It started off small, a drop to her shoulder that she barely noticed. Then splotches of water rained down in heavy spouts, making her squeak and stand up at the unexpected onslaught. Her hair was quickly becoming drenched, as were her clothes.
With a quick wet rub of her back hand across her eyes, she glanced to where the footsteps had gone, pausing as she noticed that Yasmin had never left.
Her hand was raised slightly, as if calling the waters from the heavens. She turned her own head, as if noticing she was being watched. Slight waves matted down and eyeliner pooling smudges at the corners of her eyes. Pansy couldn't help but simply stare at the almost defenceless sight before her.
Her own eyes held a red gleam to it, a sad frown upon her features.
"You don't cry often, I can tell." Pansy didn't know what to say, she could only stand and stare at the one who had made it rain about them.
"So I'll cry with you, so it's not that bad, ok?"
Pansy smiled brightly, not noticing tears streaking down her face. She nodded minutely and turned once more to watch the river, the ripples, and the soothing, cherished feel she had started to associate with water