Here is the next one. Kind of a filler. I promise the next one is better. Hope you enjoy. Feel free to leave a review.
Ta-Ta
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It keeps going on for weeks now, testing Cosima's patience to the point where it is so tense and so thin and so wound up that it has to tear or splinter or explode, slapping her right in the face any day now.
She cannot keep going on like this, pretending that the she does not notice that Delphine touches her chest every evening, fingers between the valley of her breasts right above the golden pocket watch Cosima knows is hidden there.
It is fruitless to tell herself that she is not bordering on stalking the other girl every other day or that she does not feel a great bit disappointed that Delphine does not seem to trust her enough to explain where she vanishes to every night. She has to give the French some credit, though because Delphine's regret is true and her sadness heartfelt and she never tells Cosima a lame lie about why she has to leave, she simply does and Cosima marvels if Delphine's feelings really are so similar to her own.
She has feelings there is no possible way to deny that anymore. The only question is: how deep do they already run? Are they skin-deep as fleeting and soft as a feather's kiss or do they linger, the feeling of a caress, of fingers brushing accidently, of secret glances that are louder than words? Do they make her blood boil and her atoms dance outrageously spurred by a lover's fierce kiss, do they make her tremble and shiver ferociously and scream at the top of her lungs with lust? Or are they already heart-deep, spinning a fine web around her heart protecting it, nourishing it and threatening it at the same time, carving a hole in which only Delphine can fit?
Cosima knows her feelings are many, woven, knotted and interlaced in a chaos as beautiful as the starry sky high up above her head but she has no knowledge about their depth, however, she is falling hard. And it is overtly written all over her face at least that is what her siblings tell her.
"Oi, where's your girl?" Sarah shouts at her on Tuesday evening during dinner.
"I dunno…and she's not my girl!" Cosima bristles, upset because she really does not know and because it gets to her like this.
"Whoa…calm down, Cos." Sarah puts her hands up in mock surrender.
"I assume you haven't made a…pass at her, yet?" Rachel questions barely concealing how much she enjoys Cosima's misery.
"No…Rachel…I haven't made a pass at her…ughhh…I hate you!" Cosima grumbles and buries her head in her hands
"Why not?" Beth asks before she accepts a mouthful of pudding Allison offers her.
"It is not that hard." Allison adds then stares lovingly at her girlfriend and kisses her cheek.
"Oh please, Ali, like you're one to talk! Remember all the drama we had to endure because of your gay-panic last year?" Cosima scoffs, the rattle of her bracelets rising above the general noise around them.
Beth gulps guiltily:
"She's right, baby, maybe we should…"
"Yes, yes maybe we should." Allison agrees immediately and they both go back to their dessert.
"But hey, seriously, Cos. Why not ask her out? You're hanging-out every day anyway and she totally likes you." Sarah says softly.
"You're so sure of that, hm? Hell I don't even know if she likes girls!" Cosima exclaims frustrated.
"And you'll never know if you keep on being a pussy." Sarah advises her.
Although Cosima scowls at her sibling deep down she knows that Sarah is right.
She does not like the secrets or the daily vanishing act or the feelings she is left with because of that but apparently that is not enough for her to not fall madly in love with Delphine Cormier.
By Friday Cosima lastly comes up with enough courage to ask Delphine if she wants to go with her and her sisters to Hogsmeade the next day.
"The weather is probably going to be shit and you'll freeze your ass off…by the way…we're so gonna have an epic snowball fight…losers have to buy a round of butterbier…if the Three Broomsticks is open, though and…" Cosima rambles on and on in one breath, sure if she just keeps talking it will be okay, because, no one stops a moving force but her breath loses itself somewhere in her lung when Delphine places a hand on her thigh right above her knee.
She is glad she can mask her sudden gasp as the long needed breath and hopes that she is not that obvious to the French as she is to her sisters. The small touch is enough to effectively shut her up and she gazes at Delphine with big hopeful eyes.
"I would love to go to Hogsmeade with you."
The blonde whispers, never taking her hand away from Cosima's leg, giving the Ravenclaw an almost heart-attack for the rest of their study-session.
Saturday greets them with a heavy storm in the morning and by mid-day there is so much snow piling up outside it is enough to rebuild the whole castle out of it. The little group gathered at the bottom of the stairs is clad in long coats, gloves and scarfs. Everyone is already there, even Art and Paul will go with them, except, of course, like always Cosima.
"Why does she always have to be this bloody late?" Sarah groans, alternating her glance between the stairs and the sky where already new clouds begin to convene.
"You know how she is, probably experienced on potions again in the dead of night and set fire to her bed." Allison flaps her hand.
Hearing this Delphine's eyes get big and fill with panic:
"She does what?"
Allison and Sarah grin, both used to their twin's many crazy experiments that tended to explode more often than being successful.
"Did she ever hurt herself?" Delphine askes clearly worried at which Sarah's grin spreads even wider because she was so right the other day.
"Nah…not really…she only destroys all the stuff around her." She laughs.
"Although," Allison interjects, "one time she scorched her eyebrows pretty bad."
"Sister looked very funny…like a little baby." Helena nods in agreement while she tries to squish Rachel's face between her hands which shrieks and slaps her hands away in annoyance.
Delphine looks like she might pass out if Cosima does not appear in the next two minutes all smiles and twinkling eyes and unburnt eyebrows. Sarah nudges her to take her mind elsewhere but then reconsiders:
"Yo I know we're all girls and this point is normally made by the older brother but I need to get this across now so pretend I'm her older brother." She says dead serious.
Delphine looks at her like she said the earth was flat so she simply continuous:
"If you ever…like seriously ever…make Cosima cry for whatever reason…I shit on them all…I'm going to kick your bony ass all the way back to France."
The girl in front of her does not say a word, mouth hanging open in astonishment, looking more than a little spooked what makes Sarah immediately proud of herself albeit she hopes the day when she has to make her threat come true is so far in the future that she already forgot about it then.
Suddenly their eyes are drawn to the stair where eventually Cosima appears, all but flying down the steps, bouncing between several students like a superball, so close to ending up in a heap of red and green and blue on the stony ground that Delphine holds her breath until she skidders to a wobbly halt in front of them.
"Finally!" Sarah cheers and throws her hands up in the air.
"Always late. Always sorry." Cosima greets them slightly out of breath not looking sorry at all.
"What is your excuse this time?" Rachel wants to know as they slowly make their way out of the castle.
"Prof. Sprout kind of caught me while I stole some pot I had to make up a good lie." Cosima grins unabashed.
"But you still have it?" Allison asks hopefully.
Cosima pats the pocket of her coat proudly.
"You're such a brat." Delphine laughs and shakes her head at the Ravenclaw beside her:
"And that is why I like you."
"Seriously she uses it as an ingredient for sedatives…what a waste!" Cosima grins from ear to ear.
"What is a….oh forget it! Let's have a snowball fight!" Sarah shouts excitedly.
tbc.