Beautiful Image by Chocolate Frog@TDA<333
Cause I've got more flavor that fruit stripped gum.
The walk to the library was a long tortures one, to which I grumbled the whole way. I caught a few first years staring my way, I sent them a glare. I know a bit harsh, but bloodly first years need to keep to their own business.
My bag weighed me down as if I had stuck rocks it. Making me struggle more as I got closer to library. When I got to the door I noticed a figure leaning against the wall next to the it. Looking closer I found it was James Potter in all his glory.
His unruly brown hair swept into his hazel eyes. His body was toned and fit from what you could see through his clothes. His jaw was angular and his features were sharp. No matter how much I hated the boy I had to admit he was rather fit-.
I halted my brain at those thoughts, making sure my eyes landed anywhere but James.
“Well, well, well Rogers.... your late.” I rolled my eyes, finally bring them up to look at him.
“Yeah, what of it.” He smirked and walked through the library doors, me on his heels.
“Well unlike you I have other things to do.” His voice was cocky and patronizing. We had been walking for a good minute before we came to a table. It surprised me to see pieces of scattered parchment and crumpled balls on the floor. Books were open and ink splatters were dripped on the table.
For second I thought he might have brought me back here kill me, seeing as the table was placed out of sight. But when he sat down, replaced the cap to ink pot and then looked at me. I knew I was here for a different kind torture. I was still standing about a foot away from the table just watching the odd scene.
James and studying weren't usually used in the same sentence unless there was a negative somewhere. He raised a brow at me crooking a finger in the direction of the chair across from him. I hesitated for a second and then plopped myself down in the seat placing my bag on the table, pulling out my DADA book. What other choice did I have.
I then looked up, Potter was going through his bag looking for something. He then pulled out a single piece of parchment, running his eyes over it.
“So you guys didn't have any homework, so for no-” I stopped him when he looked into my eyes. He raised a brow again noticing my anger.
“Listen here Potter, I don't need your help okay. I'm only here because your stupid, idiotic cousin Louis decided that hiding all the coffee would be a funny joke.” James smirked as if remembering the moment with pride. He sighed happily. I promise at some point in time I will elaborate on that fine story, but in due time.
“Good times, good times.” I glared his way, he blew it off and leaned back in his chair. He infuriated me the way he just blew off my anger as if I hadn't spoken a word at all. I pushed my chair out quickly while shoving my book back in bag. I heard a snap from the bottom of my bag making me wince. I ignored the broken quill, making my way briskly away from the table.
I felt something- rather someone- grab my wrist and yank me back into Potter's private corner. I was whipped around to face my capture. I already knew who it was, but I hoped maybe I could be wrong.
His Hazel eyes were narrowed and sparked with anger. His lips were set in a thin line. I probably looked no different except with maybe a little more rage than him. I ripped my wrist from his grip, but kept still where I was, inches from his face.
“Don't ever grab me.” I heard the anger lace with my voice. Potter only looked at me. I shook my head and walked away again.
“I'll to report this McGonagall.” I spun around a harsh glare pointed at him. He didn't flinch like most did.
“I don't give a flying feck what you say to her.” I promptly turned back around and headed for the exit. Leaving Potter and these stupid tutoring lessons behind.
Days passed by and soon it was exactly week since James and I's little spat, well it wasn't little but I couldn't give a-. Okay so maybe it did bother me slightly. It would be a lie to say that I didn't miss the constant picking by Potter.
I hadn't been called by McGonagall, which lead me to believe that James kept his trap shut. I felt slightly guilt about yelling at him now, I had blown up on him for no reason. He had only been doing what he was told, and I being the bitch I was blew up.
I sighed and looked down at my watch, 6:50, ten minutes til the time I was supposed to meet James for tutoring. I mulled over the thought that with all the avoiding we've been doing over the week, that most likely there wouldn't be any tutoring tonight. I wanted to give it the benefit of the doubt and see if he might show.
I wanted to say sorry, I guess and try this over again. I wanted it to go back to the way things were. I know it sounded weird and your thinking, 'What happened to hating his guts.' It's not that I hated his guts, but I didn't love the guy either. We had a mutual agreement to disagree. It was nice that way... Normal.
Whatever was going on right now wasn't. The way we avoided each other like the black plague. We were both very blunt people most of the time, we said what we thought. But now we both tread water lightly watching our words carefully around one another, if we were ever near each other. Which in recent days was close to never.
I skipped between thought after thought about our situation as I made my way to library. The walk wasn't as bad as last time, only this time I was anxious. I walked through the doors quietly, inclining my head to Madam Prince, who shot me a warning glance before I disappeared behind a row of bookshelves.
I retraced my steps from last week finding my way to the exact same spot. I found the table empty, the only thing reminding me it was the same table was the stains of multiply drops of ink.
I checked my watch, I was two minutes early. Soo maybe he would be here soon, for the time being I would start my potions homework and hope for the best. Fifty minutes later I was finished with all my homework, even stuff that wasn't due. I was now flipping through the pages of a random book mindlessly.
I of course had lost all hope about twenty minutes in, but stayed anyways just to humor myself. I closed the book with a snap of mixed emotions. Anger- with myself for even believing that he would show up. Sadness- (More pity for myself) actually for again believing the great James Potter would come. And lastly- well I couldn't place it, it was a weird off feeling of some sort, that made me want to throw the book and cry at the same time. It confused me immensely, I had never felt something like this in my entire life. Disappointment maybe. I hadn't a clue.
I pushed the book back into its place and fled the scene without second thoughts. All I wanted to do was curl up by the fire with my MP3 and forget my stupidity. I felt of those useless girls how hang off James's every word, that I let myself believe he might care for me even if it was small.
I rushed through the halls deciding to take the less scenic route and go through the secret passage way.
Once I got through the twist and turns of said hidden passage I came to an abandoned hall that wasn't to far from the Gryffindor common room. I dusted my clothes and then froze when I heard a giggle.
“Jamesie that tickles.” The voice was breathy and unattractive sounding, unlike what she was going for. And that god awful nickname haunted that bo-. My thought track stopped... while I had waited all night in the library James was out here adding another notch to his bed post.
My insides boiled and that same uneasy weird feeling started again. I felt my eyes sting and I cursed under my breath. I felt weak and vulnerable now knowing that James Potter was the reason I was about to cry. I mean why would I cry... it's not like this was new. It might be the fact that even though we don't get on very well, we were still family. Maybe I felt betrayed in some shape or form.
I heard another giggle and the drop of some fabric hit the floor. I easily spotted them as they came around the corner. James placed the girl against the wall while kissing up her neck. The girl who looked to be a Ravenclaw slag moaned, again this sound was the opposite of sexy and sounded more like she was just waking up. She was working her fingers on his tie, he grabbed her hands and then kissed her on the lips.
Something somewhere in me broke for a second, My bag hit the floor with loud thud. Both heard the noise and looked my way while the girl after a few seconds sneered, James look shocked and well almost scared. I felt my body shake and then I ran. I had been doing that a lot lately... too much for my liking.
I heard my named called, I didn't turn my head to see who it was. I knew it was James and as of right now I didn't want to speak to him.... Ever. I ended up going the opposite way of my destination meaning that I would have to take the long way back.
As of right now though I didn't care, running right now felt safe. It made the feelings go away- the hurt, the anger, the weird unknown feeling. They all went away. All I felt was numb, like someone had stuck me in an ice bath for a long time and all the feeling in your body went away. I lived for this feeling, I breathed it.
It hurt to stop, but once in front of the Gryffindor common room I didn't feel like running anymore. All I wanted to do was lay down and forget everything. So I made my way quickly through the common room, tears sprinkling down my face silently. No one me stopped, because no one was there. Everyone was in the Great Hall eating dinner, probably laughing and chatting amiably with there friends.
I on the other hand curled up in my bed letting sleep take over, as confused tears slid down my face.