Cassandra
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
Views:
1,303
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Ch 5 - Picnic
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Disclaimer: As always, I must say, that I own nothing about the Harry Potter world. I only wish I could live there. Or at least meet the twins somewhere.
Ch. 5 - Picnic
Cassie had turned and ran when she realized that night that George could read her mind. She had been running all week. When ever she saw George in the hallway, she did a quick about face and disappeared into the crowd. If she heard him calling her name in the corridor, she kept walking, and for the first time in years she began taking her meals in her room again.
Not even the announcement that Harry Potter had become the fourth champion in the Tri-Wizard tournament had brought her one step closer to George.
Although, she did watch from a secluded balcony as Fred and George put their names in the goblet. She wasn’t a bit surprised when they sprouted beards. It was just as she had foreseen.
She even resisted the urge to join in with the celebration in the Gryffindor common room when Harry’s house celebrated his champion status. She knew Fred and George would be the lead revelers.
Finally George cornered Cassie one day as she was leaving transfiguration class. “Cassie, we have to talk…” Cassie dodged to the left, but George blocked her with his arm and when she feinted to the right, he literally backed her into a corner. “We can’t ignore this,” he continued.
His voice sent shivers down her spine. Since he was so much taller, it was easy to avoid looking into his face, but something about his tone caused her to look up. The intensity upon his face and in his eyes was what finally persuaded her to walk with him and talk about what had happened between them. That, along with the realization that as long as they weren’t touching, their thoughts seemed to re-main private, gave her the courage to face him. Despite having heard the thoughts of others for years, it was unnerving to imagine that George might have access to her thoughts.
They continued to wander the corridors as everyone else made their way to supper. “Do you think it’ll happen again the next time we touch?” George glanced over at her, carefully keeping his hands clasped behind him.
“Possibly, probably…” Cassie watched George’s face for his reaction, as they wandered down the marble stair case to the Great Hall.
“Wicked!” he grinned.
“Wicked? Do we really want this to happen again?” she questioned, disbelieving his reaction. “Being able to know each others’ feelings and thoughts.” It was actually the feelings part that Cassie was the most worried about. If George knew how she fantasized about him she wasn’t sure if she would be able to face him again.
“I can’t think of anyone I’d rather share my thoughts with.” He said as he led her down one of the lesser traveled corridors. The softness of his voice had her straining to catch his words. When she did, she still wasn’t sure that she had heard him correctly. It was finally the solemn expression upon his face that persuaded her of his sincerity.
Cassie looked up to discover that they were standing in front of a portrait of a bowl of fruit. “Feeling peckish?” George asked, as he reached out to tickle the pear.
The response of the kitchen house elves was overwhelming. They quickly presented George with a fully packed picnic basket. He took the bulging basket and they headed back to the now deserted transfiguration classroom.
George laid out the blanket, lit the enclosed candles, and piled their plates with food. Cassie laughed. “How many people did you tell them were with you?”
“I actually only asked for food for myself. We wouldn’t have been able to carry the basket if they knew I had company with me.” George took a bite of an apple and tossed one to Cassie.
Cassie caught it and rolled it back and forth in her hands. It had been hours since lunch, but she was too nervous to eat. With George sitting only inches away, she suddenly realized how totally alone they were in the deserted classroom.
Sensing her discomfiture, George put down his plate and gave Cassie his full attention. “Listen, I don’t know what really happened between us last week, but I don’t plan to spend the next two and half hears not being able to touch you.”
Cassie thought about his statement. On the one hand, touching and sharing their thoughts might lead to accidentally revealing her fantasies, which would be bad. On the other hand, touching might also lead to the actualizations of those fantasies, which would be good. She would only be embarrassed if George didn’t have the same feelings for her. His comment that he didn’t want to spend two and a half years without her hinted that he might have feelings for her, also.
Cassie rose to her knees and held up her hands. “Do you want to give it another go?”
George joined her in the middle of the blanket, hands raised, fingers splayed. “I’m game if you are.”
Their bodies mere inches away from each other, Cassie tentatively reached out to meet George, finger tip to finger tip.
The vision that greeted Cassie caused her to blush and quickly re-enforce her defenses to prevent any images or emotions from slipping through her barriers. A shirtless George rose above Cassie in her vision. Broad shoulders, well defined pectoral muscles, nipples hard, but lips soft as he leaned down towards…who? Just because she was having the vision about George, didn’t necessarily mean she was the other person in the duo, she realized.
Another flash of George in the dark, breathing heavily in unison with….Why wasn’t she getting any glimpses of the other person?
Cassie licked her lips and heard George whisper in her mind, “Well, see anything interesting?”
“Nothing I care to share at the moment.” She knew his face, his lips, were only inches away from her own. It would be so easy to turn and brush her lips against his.
That thought, for good or bad, must have slipped out, for now Cassie felt George’s lips tentatively being pressed to her own. Her mouth parted as his tongue flickered along her lips. Their tongues touched as subtly as their minds.
Careful not to break their fingertip to fingertip contact, Cassie opened her eyes and stared into George’s blue-green ones. “Nice,” she whispered aloud.
“Wicked,” he agreed as he leaned forward into another kiss.
TBC…
Disclaimer: As always, I must say, that I own nothing about the Harry Potter world. I only wish I could live there. Or at least meet the twins somewhere.
Ch. 5 - Picnic
Cassie had turned and ran when she realized that night that George could read her mind. She had been running all week. When ever she saw George in the hallway, she did a quick about face and disappeared into the crowd. If she heard him calling her name in the corridor, she kept walking, and for the first time in years she began taking her meals in her room again.
Not even the announcement that Harry Potter had become the fourth champion in the Tri-Wizard tournament had brought her one step closer to George.
Although, she did watch from a secluded balcony as Fred and George put their names in the goblet. She wasn’t a bit surprised when they sprouted beards. It was just as she had foreseen.
She even resisted the urge to join in with the celebration in the Gryffindor common room when Harry’s house celebrated his champion status. She knew Fred and George would be the lead revelers.
Finally George cornered Cassie one day as she was leaving transfiguration class. “Cassie, we have to talk…” Cassie dodged to the left, but George blocked her with his arm and when she feinted to the right, he literally backed her into a corner. “We can’t ignore this,” he continued.
His voice sent shivers down her spine. Since he was so much taller, it was easy to avoid looking into his face, but something about his tone caused her to look up. The intensity upon his face and in his eyes was what finally persuaded her to walk with him and talk about what had happened between them. That, along with the realization that as long as they weren’t touching, their thoughts seemed to re-main private, gave her the courage to face him. Despite having heard the thoughts of others for years, it was unnerving to imagine that George might have access to her thoughts.
They continued to wander the corridors as everyone else made their way to supper. “Do you think it’ll happen again the next time we touch?” George glanced over at her, carefully keeping his hands clasped behind him.
“Possibly, probably…” Cassie watched George’s face for his reaction, as they wandered down the marble stair case to the Great Hall.
“Wicked!” he grinned.
“Wicked? Do we really want this to happen again?” she questioned, disbelieving his reaction. “Being able to know each others’ feelings and thoughts.” It was actually the feelings part that Cassie was the most worried about. If George knew how she fantasized about him she wasn’t sure if she would be able to face him again.
“I can’t think of anyone I’d rather share my thoughts with.” He said as he led her down one of the lesser traveled corridors. The softness of his voice had her straining to catch his words. When she did, she still wasn’t sure that she had heard him correctly. It was finally the solemn expression upon his face that persuaded her of his sincerity.
Cassie looked up to discover that they were standing in front of a portrait of a bowl of fruit. “Feeling peckish?” George asked, as he reached out to tickle the pear.
The response of the kitchen house elves was overwhelming. They quickly presented George with a fully packed picnic basket. He took the bulging basket and they headed back to the now deserted transfiguration classroom.
George laid out the blanket, lit the enclosed candles, and piled their plates with food. Cassie laughed. “How many people did you tell them were with you?”
“I actually only asked for food for myself. We wouldn’t have been able to carry the basket if they knew I had company with me.” George took a bite of an apple and tossed one to Cassie.
Cassie caught it and rolled it back and forth in her hands. It had been hours since lunch, but she was too nervous to eat. With George sitting only inches away, she suddenly realized how totally alone they were in the deserted classroom.
Sensing her discomfiture, George put down his plate and gave Cassie his full attention. “Listen, I don’t know what really happened between us last week, but I don’t plan to spend the next two and half hears not being able to touch you.”
Cassie thought about his statement. On the one hand, touching and sharing their thoughts might lead to accidentally revealing her fantasies, which would be bad. On the other hand, touching might also lead to the actualizations of those fantasies, which would be good. She would only be embarrassed if George didn’t have the same feelings for her. His comment that he didn’t want to spend two and a half years without her hinted that he might have feelings for her, also.
Cassie rose to her knees and held up her hands. “Do you want to give it another go?”
George joined her in the middle of the blanket, hands raised, fingers splayed. “I’m game if you are.”
Their bodies mere inches away from each other, Cassie tentatively reached out to meet George, finger tip to finger tip.
The vision that greeted Cassie caused her to blush and quickly re-enforce her defenses to prevent any images or emotions from slipping through her barriers. A shirtless George rose above Cassie in her vision. Broad shoulders, well defined pectoral muscles, nipples hard, but lips soft as he leaned down towards…who? Just because she was having the vision about George, didn’t necessarily mean she was the other person in the duo, she realized.
Another flash of George in the dark, breathing heavily in unison with….Why wasn’t she getting any glimpses of the other person?
Cassie licked her lips and heard George whisper in her mind, “Well, see anything interesting?”
“Nothing I care to share at the moment.” She knew his face, his lips, were only inches away from her own. It would be so easy to turn and brush her lips against his.
That thought, for good or bad, must have slipped out, for now Cassie felt George’s lips tentatively being pressed to her own. Her mouth parted as his tongue flickered along her lips. Their tongues touched as subtly as their minds.
Careful not to break their fingertip to fingertip contact, Cassie opened her eyes and stared into George’s blue-green ones. “Nice,” she whispered aloud.
“Wicked,” he agreed as he leaned forward into another kiss.
TBC…