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Chapter 5 : That's one way to ruin the mood
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The next few days were calm and in my opinion, really good. James and I were nearly inseparable again, Regulus and I had found our niche, and Sirius stayed away. I barely saw him, and when I did, it appeared he didn’t see me, or at least he pretended not to. I wasn’t complaining though, it gave me more time with James.
On this particular Wednesday afternoon, I was sitting out on the quiddich pitch, watching James fly circles above my head. I was lying on the grass, taking in the perfect weather. Fall was always my favorite. The weather that you just need a sweater for, or a scarf. Eventually, after a good thirty minutes of flying around taking in conditions for the quiddich match versus Slytherin coming up on Saturday, James flew down and dismounted off his broom. He ran a hand through his windswept hair, messing it up even further, and sat down next to me. I smiled at him, “How’s it looking captain Potter?”
“Well, I’m thinking if this weather keeps up, we’ll be kicking some Slytherin arse Saturday, so you may want to tell your boyfriend to get his tissues ready.” I rolled my eyes and sat up. Regulus and James were getting pretty competitive about this match, and I was stuck right smack dab in the middle. Do I support my boyfriend or my best friend, my house, and the boy I hate? Oh the options. “Oh, look here he comes now. OI, BLACK! GET READY FOR OURTOTAL DOMINATION SATURDAY!”
Regulus grinned and yelled back, “NOT ON MY WATCH POTTER!” He was making his way down to the pitch, probably in search of me. I dropped back to the ground, looking up at the sky.
“Well, I better get out of here. I can’t be seen fraternizing with the enemy,” James said quickly before getting up and waving goodbye as he walked back towards the castle. A moment later Regulus was looking down on me from above.
“What cha doing Melanie?” He asked me. I was still surprised by how comfortable we had become around each other.
“Oh, just checking out this hot guy,” I said flirtatiously. I’d decided that he’s my boyfriend, and it’s necessary to flirt at times. I even liked it when he flirted back. He pretended to frown, and looked around.
“Why didn’t you tell me you had a thing for Remus?” I sat up confused and looked around, and sure enough, there was Remus sitting under the tree by the lake. I smirked and shook my head. I grabbed his hand and pulled him down to sit next to me. But he must not have been expecting it, and I must have grabbed too hard, for next I knew he was tumbling down on top of me. I was now on my back with him hovering over me.
“Well this is a compromising position,” he stated simply.
“And what are you going to do about it Mr. Black?” I asked confidently. He smirked.
“You certainly make it difficult for a guy to be a gentleman, Melanie Brookes.”
“And who said I wanted a gentleman?” I whispered before pulling his lips onto mine. I could feel him smile into the kiss and my arms wove themselves behind his head, bringing him closer. I pressed myself up to him, not letting any space between us.
The one thing about Regulus, I had to initiate every intimate touch and I had to deepen every kiss. He was as much of a gentleman as a girl could find. And while sometimes that was a plus, at other times, I just wanted him to grab me and pull me into a broom closet. What can I say? I am a hormonal teenage girl. I opened my mouth and ran my tongue around his lips, and he slowly opened his mouth and let me deepen the kiss. His hands were gripping my back, and moving up and down. My lips were pressing harder, and moving faster, trying to feel an emotional spark of desire, when all of the sudden he gently pulled away.
“I don’t want to rush this,” he said sweetly. Deep down I felt some agitation. I wanted to make out, not kiss like thirteen year olds.
“Sometimes I wish you weren’t such a gentleman,” I said, sounding slightly bitter.
“Sometimes, I wish that too. But I am, and I won’t rush this. We have forever to make out.” I sighed and pulled back even further. Biggest turn off ever. Mentioning forever.
Most girls would be thrilled that a guy was even thinking about forever. For me, forever was a four letter word in our relationship. Maybe I didn’t like commitment, or maybe, deep down, I was saving forever for someone else.
Less than half an hour later, I was making my way up to my dorm. Forever was such a mood killer. Maybe not for Reg, but definitely for me. Eventually I just said I had to meet up with Lily, which I planned to. I needed some advice. I walked into the seemingly empty dorm, and took off my sweatshirt and scarf. I looked around to see if there was any trace of Lily and realized why the dorm was seemingly deserted. There were two people wrapped up in a very intense make out session, which seemed to be progressing quickly. It was like a flashback, and that flashback was like a slap in the face. I dropped my backpack onto the floor with a loud thump, and I did it on purpose.
Sirius was the first to break apart from Elise. He looked a little shocked. Probably not that I was there, but that I wasn’t even close to tears. I looked at him with interest.
“Wow, Black, you bounce back from rejection quickly.” I knew it was mean, but I said it anyway. Elise sighed angrily.
“You could knock you know,” she said
“It’s my dorm, I can do whatever the hell I want. And that includes not knocking,” I stated simply, my eyes narrowing. “Real classy, Elise, rolling around in bed with Black.”
“Funny,” she stated, “I could say the same about you. But then again, you don’t need a bed to roll around with a Black, do you?” Okay, she got me there. She must have seen Regulus and I on the pitch. Which means, Sirius probably did too.
Speaking of Sirius, he was currently getting off of Elise’s bed, and making his way to the door. “Where you going Siri?” Elise wailed at him. He shook his head.
“You two go ahead and fight. I don’t want to be involved.” I was speechless. Sirius Black had just walked away from an argument with me. Never, in all the years I’d known him, had that ever happened.
It’s official, the apocalypse is coming.
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