I don't own. Hi! After I left you guys on that sweet little romance, I just thought, "Cliffhangers are fun!" so…yeah.
I was going to bring in Harry for this, but he's a bit dazed…see, look:
Harry:*blinks**is quiet and has an extremely stupid smile on his face*
Me: See? *prods Harry, who jumps and continues smiling*This is really short, I will update very very soon!
Celia's POV
Okay, first things first: I'm really sorry, Tom. But you should have seen it coming. You're a Slytherin, are you not?
As soon as my lips touched his, I saw Tom's eyes widen and he clapped a hand to his mouth. –told you to warn me! He complained as he disappeared.
Best cure ever. Every nerve in Harry's body went rigid, and he shut up right away. Though I'm pretty sure if kissing him didn't shut him up, I would have punched him. But you know, I was just giving my knuckles mercy.
3rd POV
Everything was gone. Absolutely gone. It was just Celia. Voldemort was gone. He didn't exist, and neither did Snape, or Dumbledore, not even Ron or Hermione, and even he himself was lost. His Nimbus didn't even matter.
The spell broke as soon as she pulled away, smiling and blushing slightly.
"I warned you to stop blaming yourself." She said breathlessly.
Harry snapped back into reality and said something really intelligent, like, "Uh?"
She laughed, hugging the hospital pillow. Then suddenly, like a wave of sadness crashed onto her, she gasped. "Oh…I'm so sorry I kissed you(she blushed very, very fiercely at that)…I forgot!"
Forgot? "Forgot what?" Harry felt sick to his stomach. Was that an accident?
Celia tucked up her feet and sadly squeezed the pillow. "Oh-you like Hermione, don't you? Don't worry, it was nothing." Then she shot straight up. "Oh! My dad-he visited me five times-I need to go see him-"She hopped off and ran out.
Harry was still standing, frozen-no, paralyzed-on the same spot.
"It was nothing?" He whispered hoarsely. Making his way back to his bed, he sunk into his covers
It was nothing…it was nothing…the three words taunted him, and he felt ready to throw up.
Celia's POV
I burst through the doors of Dad's office. He wasn't even there. I crept slowly into his bedroom, where he was sitting, hand in head, muttering. "Unconscious…should have stopped her….dementors…stupid mess…if she's not awake…"
"Stop beating yourself up; I've already got Harry trying to kill himself-" I grinned when his head shot up, looking half-relieved and half-shocked.
"Cecelia…dementors…" He suddenly looked ready to beat me up. "You could have been killed!"
I smiled weakly. "Yeah, I missed you too." I hugged him hard, and after a moment, I heard him mutter," Reckless, stupidly brave teenagers," and hugged me back.
"Weird, unreadable dads," I muttered back. Then I looked up. "Does this mean I'm not grounded?"
"Only if you stay out of trouble for the rest of the day."
Challenge accepted.
HHHHPPPPOOO
Remind me again why we're out of bed? Tom blinked groggily.
I rolled my eyes and pulled my sack along silently. I've never properly pranked Dad before.
Do you want to be grounded? I'm beginning to doubt you're in Slytherin. This is recklessly stupid. I crept into Dad's room.
Technically, it's the next day already. 12 AM. Now shut up and have fun like a teenager should. I grinned and reached into my bag, pulling out a bottle of purple spray. Oh, and gel spray.
Challenge failed.
Got a bit fluffy, I guess. The more dangerous the situation is, the fluffier the story will result in. But don't worry, Snape won't be bawling and hugging Celia, screaming "I 3 you" or something.