(A/N): Hey Guys! Now, I know I haven't updated recently, which is pretty unusual seeing as I usual have to fight to keep myself to the two day minimum between uploads. For the past three days, I've been watching Avatar: the Last airbender, and before that I wasn't online for three days because I was writing. My favorite character from Avatar is Zuko. Yeah, you pretty much could of guessed it seeing, as he's a lot like Murtagh from Inheritance. Now, it seems pretty evident that Elaine might have a bit of a crush on Leo, but it wasn't intentional, it just sort of came out like that. My reviewer, Sand Paper Button, asked if Leo was gay, and I just gotta say, I was, and still am, considering it. Also, it's Elaine's Point of View.
I started this story in 2012. I was fourteen. Its been almost ten years. If you don't like something in the early chapters, it's not going to suddenly change ten years after I wrote it. If you're going to review this story with criticisms, please log in so I can actually reply to you and not have to leave messages like this in chapters so you might actually see it. And if you're just going to bash the story for being inaccurate, again, please remember that I was fourteen, I wasn't born in the 1960's, and I have never been outside of Australia. And some things are inaccurate because that's what people in that time period thought- not necessarily what I think, or know today.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but Elaine, Leo, Quiggly and Nicholai.
Elaine
About an hour or so after the four boys had dragged Leo out of the Common room, he joined us at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall.
"Have a nice trip?" I said it with no expression, but the slight amused tone in my voice made sure he knew I didn't mean it nastily. He didn't even glance at me and Lily as he sat down, pulling the plate of chicken and sausages towards him, his face expressionless.
"Oh yeah, it was great." He muttered, and I knew by his tone, and the lack of expression on his face, that it hadn't been good.
"Leo." He paused, frozen, before turning his head slightly to look at me, his eyes blank of emotion, usually spiked up blonde hair falling in his eyes. "Can I talk to you?" He shrugged, and went to turn back to his food before I clasped my hand on his shoulder and stood. "In private?" I asked, sending Lily a apologetic glance, which she returned with a confused look. He stood silently and I followed him out of the hall, but he didn't stop walking there. He led me down many hallways and corridors, before we finally arrived at a portrait of a bowl of fruit.
"Close your eyes." He said quietly, almost too quiet for me to catch, and I didn't argue, simply squeezing my eyes shut and covering them with a hand. I could feel him looking at me before I heard a quiet giggle, and the sound of a door opening. He grabbed my free hand, the one closest to him, and I almost turned bright red before he pulled me into a cocoon of sound. The door shut behind us, and his fingers touched the hand covering my eyes, resting there for a split second longer than they should have before he peeled the hand away from my eyes. I opened my eyes slowly, blinking to get adjusted to the newfound light, before pulling away as I realised Leo still had hold of both my hands.
"Come on." He didn't blush or anything, instead leading me, not by the hand this time, to the small table sitting on its own nearby. As we sat, a house elf with a small tuft of orange hair on his head and big brown eyes tottered over, bowing slightly as he reached us.
"Now Quiggly, you know there's no need to bow for us. Can you get me some sausages? Oh, and a hot chocolate for my friend and I?" Quiggly's eyes darted to me and he grinned.
"Master Leo brings a lady friend to the kitchen?" I resisted the urge to laugh as Leo winced, but the feeling soon went away. "And a beautiful lady friend at that!" With that, he raced away, leaving me flushing scarlet, and Leo the one laughing.
"Glad you find it so amusing!" It may have sounded mean, but we both knew I meant it sincerely. "What happened with the boys?" I asked, diving straight in, not really seeing the point of avoiding the matter at hand. His grin disappeared, just as Quiggly arrived back with the food and hot chocolates. We thanked him, and he dutifully left.
"Nothing much. Just..." I waited for a few seconds after he trailed off before slapping him on the arm.
"Stop it Leo! You're making me concerned, and I don't like it, so stop!" He smiled slightly before it turned into a frown.
"It was nothing Elaine, they just kidnapped me, dragged me to a deserted corridor and-" I cut him off with a gasp, covering my mouth with my hand in pretend shock, actually covering a small smile.
"They hurt you, didn't they? Lily was right; I shouldn't have let them take you!" I hung my head in my hands, hiding my face from his, but after a few seconds of silence I looked up, only to see him staring at me unamused. "Sorry." I muttered a small smile on my face. It dropped slowly, and I leaned closer to him, and he to me. We were only inches apart, staring into each other's eyes, and I fought the urge to blush. He glanced down and smiled before meeting my eyes again.
"Your hairs in your hot chocolate." I ignored him, my eyes starting to sting and water, and they fluttered closed before snapping open again, hoping he hadn't noticed my slip up.
"I win." He muttered, his warm breath ghosting over my skin, staring at me intently, and I could see, even this close up, why almost every girl in the school had started to fawn over him almost as much as they had James Potter, Sirius Black, and sometimes Remus Lupin. I'd say that dorm room was magic, but A: So is everything else in the castle, and B: Peter. His eyes were bright blue, and you could get lost in them for days, they had so much hurt in them, yet even more determination. His hair, even without its usual styling, looked good, hanging in his eyes as it did, and it's slightly darker blonde highlights glinting in the light above us. His chin was square and strong, and pushed up in determination unless his perfectly sculpted nose was buried in a book. His skin was pale, but still look healthy, and his lips were a healthy, appealing, pink. I pushed the thoughts and realised that I had been staring at him. I lurched back, just barely fighting off a blush, and he leaned back as well, looking amused.
"What?" I asked self-consciously, crossing my arms over my chest.
"Your hair is still in the hot chocolate." I glanced down to find the end of my ponytail dipped into the surface of my hot chocolate and grimaced, pulling it out and rubbing it on my school skirt.
"You could have told me." He looked shocked, before it turned slightly angry and indignant.
"I did!" I shook my head silently.
"No, I meant about what happened with the other boys." He lowered his head and I reached over, letting my hand rest on the back of his head before I slipped out of my chair, moving to kneel by his side before pulling him into a tight and reassuring hug.
"You can tell me anything Leo, you should know that." He slipped out of his chair and I readjusted my position, my arms still wrapped around him now that he kneeled in front of me on the cold stone tiles of the kitchen floor. His strong, warm arms wrapped around me, pulling me into his chest, his head resting in the nape of my neck, and I felt a single tear leak onto my neck, hot and painful, both emotionally and physically.
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I started this story in 2012. I was fourteen. Its been almost ten years. If you don't like something in the early chapters, it's not going to suddenly change ten years after I wrote it. If you're going to review this story with criticisms, please log in so I can actually reply to you and not have to leave messages like this in chapters so you might actually see it. And if you're just going to bash the story for being inaccurate, again, please remember that I was fourteen, I wasn't born in the 1960's, and I have never been outside of Australia. And some things are inaccurate because that's what people in that time period thought- not necessarily what I think, or know today.