A Season of Love
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
1,461
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Her P. O. V.
I turn to him, look him in the eyes - they are an interesting color, grey like an early dawn sky - and refuse to believe my ears.
"It might all just be what my friends consider a joke," he's just said. "But I'll find out soon enough; I'm leaving you to get dressed and will look for one of them in order to force out the truth - or kill him," he adds grimly. Boy, this guy really looks hot when he furrows his brow like that! Too bad he's a YOU KNOW WHAT...
Hang on - I did not just think that, did I? What the hell is wrong with me! I tell myself to get a grip on myself. Normally I'm not someone to start drooling all over a boy just because his eyes are pretty and it looks cute when he pulls a face...
Anyway, good-looking guys never go for me. They never have, either; they'd always go for Lily instead - not that I'd want them going for me, anyway! I'm so lost in thought, his last sentence takes a few seconds to sink in.
"Hang on," I blurt out, "you're not suggesting you'll TELL people that you and I spent the night together?!"
I'm so shocked, I almost jump out of bed to grab his wrist in order to stop him - only just in time, I remember I'm not wearing anything.
"You can't do this!!! Just imagine what they'll say about it... I'M not even sure how I feel about it! Please, don't say anything until we've figured out what to do next..."
Wait - did I really say that? Am I just pleading with him not to go away? Do I actually WANT him to stay here and continue talking to me? What do I expect?
Some part of me screams for him to disappear immediately, but another one realizes that he'll probably never come back, should he leave now - and I don't want him to. For once in my life, I don't feel like I'm second-best to Lily. True, she's engaged already, to this w... this WIZARD guy whom a small corner of my heart finds extremely good-looking as well - but this one is even better-looking, and he's with me! He's actually looking at me as an equal to himself, not just a freaked-out, prudish, teenage girl who has been nothing but snobbish the last seven years. I feel like, for the first time, I register as a woman, not just the little sister of Lily-Know-It-All-Evans.
This guy - he still hasn't told me his name!!! - has actually given me something I've never had before. I almost feel bad for yelling and bitching at him. Trying to make up for my rudeness, I tilt my head a little and chance a tiny smile.
"Please," I ask quietly, "sit down and tell me everything you know. I can't even remember your name..."
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His P. O. V.
I turn around, hand already on the doorknob, startled to find Petunia halfway out of bed with her pale eyes widened in shock.
"You can't do this!!!" she cries.
OK, so I won't - I turn to her, let go of the handle and find myself facing the most curious expression in her eyes. I know that look - I've seen it in so many of the girls I've slept with! She's just like the others, I can practically feel her admiring my good looks from head to toes.
Shit! This is not what I was expecting. I don't want to hurt her feelings - are there any?! Her face is working, I'm pretty sure of what will happen next.
"Please sit down and tell me everything you know" - her voice has changed, she's pleading with me not to go away, but to move closer. OK, this was not quite what I was expecting. Usually, the girls throw themselves at me after giving me her kind of look. But isn't this just as bad?
Strangely enough, I don't feel the need to go and leave her anymore, either, but I would quite like to spend more time with her. I smile tentatively and cross the room to sit next to her.
"My name's Sirius," I grin, "Sirius Black. But don't worry, I'm neither as serious nor as dark as it may sound!"
Whow, I really don't know what's happening!!! It's been years since I've used that sentence. Me, Sirius Black, trying to impress a woman? I'd thought that was a thing of the past, given the fact that nearly all the girls at Hogwarts already knew and admired me. But this was - different. I feel like I'm treading on undiscovered lands here...
"Petunia, listen," I try to keep my voice as calm as I can, "I don't know either what happened last night. That's why I wanted to go find my friends - maybe they can tell us what we don't know. It's not exactly unlikely that we had sex, you know, for you have a huge hickey on your neck..." Here, I grin as a surge of panic overcomes her, but decide it'd be a better idea to stop her worrying right away. "Don't fuss, we can fix that with a Concealment Charm, no problem! - The thing is... I cannot tell you how we ended up here, whether it was all just a joke or the real thing. As for me, I'm not exactly the most emotional guy, but..." I swallow hard, "I think I might actually like you. You are so different from all the girls I've met so far and..."
My voice dies, and I feel terrified about having confessed my emotions like this. Her eyes search mine, as if in disbelief, but I put my entire charming truth into my eyes and smile at her encouragingly.
Her P. O. V.
I turn to him, look him in the eyes - they are an interesting color, grey like an early dawn sky - and refuse to believe my ears.
"It might all just be what my friends consider a joke," he's just said. "But I'll find out soon enough; I'm leaving you to get dressed and will look for one of them in order to force out the truth - or kill him," he adds grimly. Boy, this guy really looks hot when he furrows his brow like that! Too bad he's a YOU KNOW WHAT...
Hang on - I did not just think that, did I? What the hell is wrong with me! I tell myself to get a grip on myself. Normally I'm not someone to start drooling all over a boy just because his eyes are pretty and it looks cute when he pulls a face...
Anyway, good-looking guys never go for me. They never have, either; they'd always go for Lily instead - not that I'd want them going for me, anyway! I'm so lost in thought, his last sentence takes a few seconds to sink in.
"Hang on," I blurt out, "you're not suggesting you'll TELL people that you and I spent the night together?!"
I'm so shocked, I almost jump out of bed to grab his wrist in order to stop him - only just in time, I remember I'm not wearing anything.
"You can't do this!!! Just imagine what they'll say about it... I'M not even sure how I feel about it! Please, don't say anything until we've figured out what to do next..."
Wait - did I really say that? Am I just pleading with him not to go away? Do I actually WANT him to stay here and continue talking to me? What do I expect?
Some part of me screams for him to disappear immediately, but another one realizes that he'll probably never come back, should he leave now - and I don't want him to. For once in my life, I don't feel like I'm second-best to Lily. True, she's engaged already, to this w... this WIZARD guy whom a small corner of my heart finds extremely good-looking as well - but this one is even better-looking, and he's with me! He's actually looking at me as an equal to himself, not just a freaked-out, prudish, teenage girl who has been nothing but snobbish the last seven years. I feel like, for the first time, I register as a woman, not just the little sister of Lily-Know-It-All-Evans.
This guy - he still hasn't told me his name!!! - has actually given me something I've never had before. I almost feel bad for yelling and bitching at him. Trying to make up for my rudeness, I tilt my head a little and chance a tiny smile.
"Please," I ask quietly, "sit down and tell me everything you know. I can't even remember your name..."
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His P. O. V.
I turn around, hand already on the doorknob, startled to find Petunia halfway out of bed with her pale eyes widened in shock.
"You can't do this!!!" she cries.
OK, so I won't - I turn to her, let go of the handle and find myself facing the most curious expression in her eyes. I know that look - I've seen it in so many of the girls I've slept with! She's just like the others, I can practically feel her admiring my good looks from head to toes.
Shit! This is not what I was expecting. I don't want to hurt her feelings - are there any?! Her face is working, I'm pretty sure of what will happen next.
"Please sit down and tell me everything you know" - her voice has changed, she's pleading with me not to go away, but to move closer. OK, this was not quite what I was expecting. Usually, the girls throw themselves at me after giving me her kind of look. But isn't this just as bad?
Strangely enough, I don't feel the need to go and leave her anymore, either, but I would quite like to spend more time with her. I smile tentatively and cross the room to sit next to her.
"My name's Sirius," I grin, "Sirius Black. But don't worry, I'm neither as serious nor as dark as it may sound!"
Whow, I really don't know what's happening!!! It's been years since I've used that sentence. Me, Sirius Black, trying to impress a woman? I'd thought that was a thing of the past, given the fact that nearly all the girls at Hogwarts already knew and admired me. But this was - different. I feel like I'm treading on undiscovered lands here...
"Petunia, listen," I try to keep my voice as calm as I can, "I don't know either what happened last night. That's why I wanted to go find my friends - maybe they can tell us what we don't know. It's not exactly unlikely that we had sex, you know, for you have a huge hickey on your neck..." Here, I grin as a surge of panic overcomes her, but decide it'd be a better idea to stop her worrying right away. "Don't fuss, we can fix that with a Concealment Charm, no problem! - The thing is... I cannot tell you how we ended up here, whether it was all just a joke or the real thing. As for me, I'm not exactly the most emotional guy, but..." I swallow hard, "I think I might actually like you. You are so different from all the girls I've met so far and..."
My voice dies, and I feel terrified about having confessed my emotions like this. Her eyes search mine, as if in disbelief, but I put my entire charming truth into my eyes and smile at her encouragingly.