And the last one for today...at least I think it will be. Hope you enjoy. Feel free to leave a review.
Ta-Ta
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Delphine blows hot breath in her cupped hands for the third time now and rubs them together in an attempt to warm them.
"You can't possibly be that cold." Cosima chuckles sitting right next to her on the wooden bench, leg and shoulder being warmer than the rest of her body where they touch Delphine's.
Eventually the blonde gives up and puts her hands between her thighs to keep them from getting any colder.
"I told you it never gets this cold in Beauxbatons." Delphine sniffles slightly shuffling even closer to Cosima.
The Ravenclaw barely hears a word too occupied imagining what it would feel like if her hands were between the French's thighs. The pressure in her lower abdomen and the sudden heat she feels under her red woolen coat tell her to immediately think about something else, though, or this training match could turn into a lesson of willpower Cosima rather not wants to participate in.
"Damn hormones!" she grumbles under her breath but it is still loud enough so the shivering girl beside her can hear it:
"Did you say something?" Delphine tries to catch her eyes.
The Ravenclaw stiffens, the denial already on her lips when suddenly someone screams:
"Dug!"
It is only due to Cosima's quick reflex that the bludger does not hit Delphine straight in the face instead it shoots past them, ripping the air like a cannon ball, disappearing into the murky clouds above them. Sarah is right behind it a flash of red whizzing past them, barely above their heads:
"Look where you hit that effing thing!" Cosima screams at her not really caring if her twin hears her or not.
With a worried look she turns to the French beside her:
"Hey, you okay?"
Delphine is slightly pale around the nose, her hair standing up as a scarred cat's would:
"That was close. Thank you." She sighs, a hand placed over her heart.
Cosima cannot help herself if she is honest she barely could for weeks now, dying to touch those golden strands of hair, so she puts a hand through them, carefully so it does not turn into a caress.
"You look funny." She whispers, forgetting where they are, not caring whether someone of the people that are with them look or not, marveling at the way Delphine's hair falls back around her face in soft curls, slipping through her fingers.
Delphine peers up at her, biting her lip with the upper line of her teeth before she admits:
"I can't control it. It does whatever it wants."
Cosima thinks her heart must stop any moment, seeing the foreigner bite her own flesh makes her abdomen coil tightly, prompting the Ravenclaw to secretly press her thighs together. If Delphine kept on being her obliviously adorable self this morning might turn into a real test of patient after all.
Internally she slaps herself so she does not melt into a puddle right there, concluding that mindless flirting was easier than actually thinking about its implications, picturing that it was the appropriate music to the dance they were currently performing.
Her fingers comb through Delphine's locks briefly until she twirls one of them around her index finger:
"I really like it." She murmurs around a bold smile, stretching the second word on forever.
She finally feels less awkward around Delphine, eventually able to be her more relaxed, bolder, flirtier self, sure that ultimately she can make this girl, which is so agonizingly close now, they breathe the same cold air, see the want that already must be blatantly visible on her face.
Recognition glimmers in Delphine's rich brown eyes that are clouded with embarrassment and something Cosima definitely wants to be a mirror of what she believes the blonde sees in her own, darker eyes.
"I can see that." Delphine smirks probably all too aware of the affect she has on the geeky witch.
The Ravenclaw feels her cheeks burn under the smoldering glare the other girl gives her, enjoying the fire it ignites in her belly more than a good joint, smoked hidden away under the bleachers on lovely spring days.
However their little moment gets suddenly interrupted by loud cheers when down on the pitch Harry Potter declares this year's Quidditch team for Gryffindor. Due to the fact that Beth, Paul, Cal and Art all applaud loudly and Helena hoots and dances, standing on her seat with her hands above her head Cosima deduces that Sarah made it into the team, again.
"Go, Sarah!" the Ravenclaw howls towards her sibling, receiving two thumps-up in return and a broad grin.
"Man I hope she aims those stupid bludgers at some Slytherins next time and not the audience." Cosima laughs.
"Come on. I want to congratulate your sister." Delphine says.
This time it is her who grabs Cosima's hand.
At dinner they sit together with the rest of the Quidditch team albeit a little to the side, chatting about Gryffindor's chances at winning the cup this year.
"We totally have it in the bag this year!" Sarah shouts happily high-fiving with Cal.
"Don't be so sure about that, Manning. Weasly looked like he was ready to puke all over his nice uniform." Beth objects being a chaser herself for Huffelpuff.
"You're just scared we'll kick your asses." Sarah retorts good-naturedly.
Delphine was silent during most of the cheerful conversation, staring in wonder at the four girls all having the same face as the one sitting next to her, observing them, studying their differences so she hopefully never mistakes one for the other in the future. When she catches Beth's comment though she asks bewildered:
"Manning? I thought your last name was Niehaus?"
"You did tell her nothing, did you, Cosima?" Rachel says from a couple of seats away:
"Thank God my name is neither Manning nor Niehaus."
At this Delphine looks even more confused:
"I don't understand."
Allison pats her arm:
"That is quiet okay our sister tends to forget that others not know who we are."
Cosima washes away the rest of her dinner with some pumpkin juice then fully turns to Delphine, one leg on either side of the long bench.
"I got it, I got it…I'll explain." She starts slapping her hands on her thighs once before they go flailing around in dibs and turns to underline her following words:
"So…as you see…we're identical twins…born uhm…I the span of a couple of hours if I remember correctly."
After approving nods from both Allison and Rachel she continues:
"As we were born a couple of months before Potter, the boy who lived and blah blah blah and shit was still really bad our mother apparently thought it was safer for us not to know anything about the magical world…and she kind of hid us."
"How did she do that?" Delphine questions face a mask of worry and concentration.
"She shipped us of to muggle families and we only learned that we're witches when we got our letters and Mrs. S. came to get us."
At Delphine's puzzled gaze Allison adds:
"She's our foster mom. We live together with her in Tinworth."
"Yeah…still not happy about that." Beth complaints from beside Allison.
"What? Why…I don't…" Delphine mumbles trying to order all the information in her head.
Cosima is really close to say awwww and pet Delphine's head:
"Okay…okay….listen…the two original twins everyone expected are punk-rock hoe and curly head over there."
"Hey!" they both protest in unison while Sarah additionally flicks a carrot at her dreadlocked sister.
"The three of us," Cosima motions between herself, Allison and Rachel, "we came more of a surprise. Ali was the first, then came Rachel and well…I'm the little chap…the duckling." The Ravenclaw finishes.
"The what?"
"The youngest one." Sarah yells.
Delphine looks like she is still processing but already draws a circle with her finger in the air:
"So where did you go…after your mother gave you away?"
Cosima clicks her tongue, swings her legs back onto the same side and says:
"Sarah Manning stayed in England just like Rachel Duncan but in different families hence the different last names. Allison Hendrix was send to Canada, that's why poor Beth is pouting because she has to leave her beloved country now to visit us, Helena went to the Ukraine but her family was a very awful choice in hindsight and I lived in Sanfran…uh…San Francisco….West Coast…you know USA and stuff ."
"When we turned eleven Mrs. S. came to our homes and brought us our letters to Hogwarts. Then we moved all in together." Allison brings the story to an end, one hand rubbing her still sulking girlfriend's back.
"Wow." Delphine lets out a long breath eyes drifting to all the twins but lastly they land on Cosima.
"Just wait until you get to know us better. We're awesome." Cosima tells her, all smiles poking the French's arm to emphasize her last sentence. For a second her eyes land on the enchanted ceiling, noting that it is the first time she sees Delphine in the hours of night.
Sorry for any mistakes.
tbc.