Disclaimer: If I ever resort to really long conversational disclaimers. It's because you won't accept that I don't own PJO and/or HP.

~Nicknames and Enchanted Mistletoes~

000 Nico 000

The bandanna that covers her eyes brushes my face, Damn, she got me, I think.

"Aww, you getting tired Hellboy?" Alisa says, smirking from above me.

"You wish, Twinkly." I retort, pushing her off and reversing our positions. "How about you?"

She struggles, but I've trained more and I'm stronger. "Give?" I ask.

She pouts, "No way, Zombie."

"Oooh, that really hurt, Blind Girl." I say before leaning in closer, I poked her side, "How about now?"

She squirmed, for a tough Tartarus-trained partial Protogenoi, she's pretty ticklish, "That's just unfair, Errand Boy!"

"Is that your best shot, Starshine?" I ask, "Come on, give." poking her again.

"Hey! Unfair, unfair! Hellboy!" she exclaimed before turning quiet, "Hey... did you feel that?"

"What?" I ask, on guard, immediately.

"There was this... evil-ness." she says frowning. "Coming from there."

I laugh, or bark, it sounded like both, "That's the best you got, Shadow Girl?"

"I'm serious, Nico," the freaking lack of name-calling turns my attention to where she pointed at.

A rustling noise comes from where she pointed at and quick, heavy pants resounded (Did I really just use that word?) from there too.

I stand up quickly, gripping my sword. Alisa's beside me, her sword out too.

We crept silently through the bushes and pushed away the large leaves of a palm tree to reveal a clearing. With two people in it.

There's a black-haired girl with long eyelashes and pale skin with a blond haired boy about a year younger than me.

They were in a pretty intimate position. And by intimate, I mean, they look like they were gonna do it right there.

The girl's button-up's opened completely, her robe and jumper thrown away. Her eyes are closed, and she moaned, in pleasure probably.

The boy is shirtless, and his attention's in biting the girl's neck, his blond hair covering his eyes.

And then, I felt it, what Alisa was talking about. A cold clammy feeling at the back of my neck, but I knew this feeling. The feeling of an escaped spirit.

It's radiating from the boy but as I focused on his spirit, the feeling lessened, and I knew that the boy's alive.

A million questions are running through my head, A boy with both a fucking living and dead spirit? How? Why didn't fucking I notice?

Then, my mind went to my idiotic mission, which I've almost forgotten. Tom Marvolo Riddle's -damned to Eternal Punishment- soul.

The soul might be dwelling inside the boy, that might be why I can feel a living soul when I focus on the boy.

But then, how in fucking Hades do I entrap the soul without harming the boy? Eh, like I care.

"Alisa, we should go." I mutter seriously.

She nods from beside me and we quietly move away from the too-damn-busy-to-notice-we're-here couple and started towards the castle. The sun's setting and the feast is starting in a few hours.

000 Alisa 000

"So you felt it too?" I ask Nico quietly, taking a bite from the food on my plate.

"Mmm-hmmm." I smirk at his half-coherent answer, his face was too full of food to give anything more than "Mm-hmm" or "Mmm-uh." and of course the occasional, "Ey! Pahhhs tha' 'ill ya?"

"Geez," I mutter, knowing he'd hear, "You'd think evil would deserve more than just an mmm-hmmm."

He glares at me, but with food almost bursting from his freaking mouth, I can't do anything other than laugh.

I can "see" Hermione frown, "Nico, swallow."

Somehow, I know that Nico would be rolling his eyes and saying something sarcastic.

I'm not completely sure about the rolling eyes part, but a few seconds later he says, "Yes, Mommy."

"Hey." Ron the Ever Tactless starts, "How come she almost kills you first day of school and now your chums?"

"Ronald!" Hermione exclaims, I'm amazed she can put up with Sir Moste Tactless of Weasleys.

I roll my eyes out of pure habit, and I say "Oh, things can change so fast, Ronald, right, love?"

Ron, Hermione, Harry, Ginny, Neville, and pretty much everyone who heard looked up in surprise.

Nico looks up, surprised too, I sneak him a grin and he understands immediately, "Of course," he drawls with a sugary sweet English accent, "I declared my undying love for the most beautiful girl in my world, and she forgave me."

"Oh," I say, pretending to swoon, "You say such flattering little things."

"Ah," he continues, taking my hand, "But 'tis true-"

"Pffft...!" We both stop and start laughing our heads off at Ron and the other's completely speechless faces.

"That was a great accent, Hellboy." I say, smirking. "Now, if you could get it out of the Medieval Age..."

"Why, I'm positively offended!" he says with the same accent before laughing, "Pfft! Yeah, well, at least your acting wasn't completely horrible, Starshine."

We all start laughing when suddenly Harry utters an irritated "Argh!" before reaching up.

"H-Harry?" Hermione and Ron shout. Ginny's eyes are wide and some of the Gryffindors are muttering.

"What's happening?" "Harry's scar?"

"Potter?" "Is there anyone else?"

"What? It can't be!" "But that means...!"

000 Harry 000

"Harry, you okay?" Ginny asks for the umpteenth time, followed by mutters from the Gryffindors.

"Geez, guys, I told you, something went in my eye." I say rolling my eyes, "It's just you guys who keep thinking my scar's hurting."

It's been two months into the year, and Christmas is coming up fast. Me, Ron, Hermione, Ginny and the others decided to stay for Christmas since it's been too long since we last celebrated a good Christmas at Hogwarts.

I've got a letter from George about one of their... I mean his "Christmas Specials". Even two years from then, it's hard to remember that Fred, Tonks, Lupin, Mad Eye, and all the others are dead. Really hard.

"Harry,

Now, I sifted through all me and Fred's old stuff. I found a box of Christmas stuff we were going to put in the shop before... well, y'know.

Anyway, I want you to put these up around Hogwarts, as a parting gift from Fred and I. Well, parting gift to Fred and I.

Hard to forget it's just me now... (There's a bunch of lines scribbles out in ink here.)

Anyway, put these up, will 'ya, mate?

George.

P.S. Read the next parchment if you get any problems with them."

The whole thing had smears in some places, and it came with a box of mistletoes plus a small piece of parchment.

I had Ginny, Ron, and Hermione to help me put 'em up. Around the common room.

In the halls. Even asked Luna and Ernie to put 'em up at the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff common rooms, respectively.

They look just like some of the mistletoe decors of Hogwarts so nobody were in any way suspicious of them...

000 Alisa 000

You'd think being blind would give me a bigger attention span. Yeah, well, apparently my mind doesn't act well to normal thinking.

Me and Ginny were just talking when we both got up to head to the dorms (It was pretty late, and only Harry's gang were there) when... I trip.

Like, seriously, trip. I know what you're thinking, "How the hell can a girl with Ghost Sight trip?"

Yeah, well, apparently, someone had their miniature broomstick model lying around, and since the thing was in the air. I couldn't sense it.

I trip and land right into Hellboy's chest as he was leaning against the common room window.

Heat floods into my face as he helps me regain my balance and, suddenly, like I've been pushed, I fall right back into him again.

"Woah there, Starshine," he says, slightly smirking, "Whaddya do, drink a gallon of firewhisky?"

"Shut up, Hellboy." I mutter as he helps me stand up again. As I try to move away, I feel a wall blocking me, "I can't move."

"What are you talking 'bout?" he asks, frowning.

"I mean, I can't move." I say, "How is that not understandable?"

"What do you-" he cuts off as he tries to move and fails, wobbling slightly, "I see what you mean."

I feel around to see what might be blocking my movement, especially since I'm in a very close position to Hellboy.

"Up." I say, "Look up."

"There's a mistletoe, so?" he asks, an embarrassed lilt to his voice.

"I saw Harry and the others putting up some kind of mistletoe around," I say, "They might be enchanted."

"Harry!" I shout, "Come here."

He jogs towards us, an eyebrow lifting, "What's up?"

I turn to him, Nico's arms are around my waist so that we won't fall.

"Your mistletoe's what's up." I growl, "What did you do with it? We can't move!"

His eyebrows knit into a frown, "What the hell did Fred and George do?" he mutters.

"Um... my friend sent a letter if somehow has any trouble with the mistletoes, I'll go get it." he says.

"Hurry up." I say, "This is kinda uncomfortable."

"Well," Nico says, a cheeky grin on his face, "I'm kinda fine even if you don't, Potter."

"Shut up, Hellboy." I mutter as he chuckles lightly.

"That your new nickname for me, Starshine?" he asks.

"That mine?" I retort.

"Why, yes it is," he says, "You like it?"

I roll my eyes out of habit, "Well-"

My retort's cut off by Harry jogging towards us, a sheepish look on his face. "Err... well..." he mutters, embarrassed, "Um.. how do I say this..."

I use my Ghost Sight on the parchment he's holding, and my eyes grow wide under my blindfold, "No. No damn way, Potter."

"Er... you have to um... kiss." Harry says, hand ruffling his hair, "To, y'know, break the barrier."

Nico's eyes grow wider and he splutters, "Wh-wha-what?"

"Uh... yeah..." Harry says, turning away, "Good luck with that."

I turn towards him, "Let's just get it over with."

He frowns before leaning in, and his lips touch mine lightly, flames erupt on my cheeks as he leans in closer. Rational thought escapes and I tip-toe, wrapping my arms around his neck. I didn't realize how tall he was. His lips are warm which is weird since his skin is usually cold. One of his hands that was previously around my waist climb slowly up my back, landing lightly on the back of my neck, pressing me closer.

I take his lower lip between my teeth and I feel the enchantment release us, but I could barely care. He steers me to the windowsill, lifting me so that I sit on the sill, his face now below mine. I open my mouth in a mad gasp for air when his tongue silences me. It traces my teeth, and I touch it with mine, hesitantly. Some part of my brain makes me break away, and rational thinking slowly re-visits my mind. His eyes are wide in surprise and so are mine behind the blindfold.

I hop down from the windowsill and back away slowly, suddenly making a hurried dash for the girl's dorm's stairs.

What the hell was that?

A/N: I'm feeling giddy, really, really, giddy. So I decided to make this extra sappy, & extra long just for you guys. Lalala~ Anyway, did my writing suffice? It's actually the first time I wrote this kind of thing, it must show. Plus, I've never had any "experience" in this kind of thing... Well, please, please, please review. I haven't gotten any in the past twochapters. So, again, REVIEW! ~Nyx

P.S. Did you get tricked (even for a second) at the fake scar pain part? =3