Alix’s tears fell faster, but her face was hard as stone, determined to not give a damn. I walked up to her slowly, and wrapped my arms around her, holding her tight as she collapsed into my arms. She sobbed for hours it seemed like, as I placed sweet, consoling kisses along her shoulder line. Taking me by surprise, she grabbed my lips with her own and started an assault on my mouth. Her fingers threaded through my hair, grabbing at bits and tugging hard. I pulled her onto me, carrying her weight as she wrapped her legs around my waist. Her fingers fumbled on the buttons of my shirt, ripping at them. She was scared, scared beyond belief, and she wanted her mind off of it as soon as she could get it there. I helped her get the rest of my clothes off, as well as hers and laid her on the bed. Slowing my kisses, I ran my hands down her skin lovingly, taking my time. She calmed down eventually and our erraticness turned into sweet love.
When we finished, she was still sniffling, she’d cried the whole time. But she curled up to my side and kissed my chest sweetly. “Thank you Tyler.” She replied in a small voice.
“I love you.” I simply said.
I laid there with my eyes wide open. It was 3AM. I needed sleep. But there would be no sleeping tonight. I looked over to Hermione. Her body still shook with sobs. She’d been crying all day now. I reached to comfort her again but she pulled away from me, like I knew she would. She hated me now. Almost worse than she ever had.
“Mia, I know you're angry at me. You know I’m not going to be able to fix that. But if you don't stop crying, you'll make yourself sick.”
“Please come here. At least let me hold you.”
She quieted a bit, and looked over her shoulder at me. Rolling over, she laid her head on my chest and I wrapped my arm around her shoulders, leaning down to kiss her head.
“Don't.” She commanded, continuing to sniffle. She was exhausted, I could tell. And all it took was stopping for a few moments for her to realize that. She fell into a fitful sleep as I accio’d parchment.
We awoke to an owl pecking at our window. Rubbing my eyes, I walked over to him and took the burden off of his leg, letting him climb onto my arm and guiding him to the bathroom sink for water. I tossed Alix the letter addressed to her and read over her shoulder after she gave me permission to.
Dearest Alixzandra –
Your mother is sobbing. Its 3AM here and though I don't know what time it is where you are, I hope you know, we’re getting no rest here.
Believe me or not, I understand why you’re doing this. If you were not my daughter, it may even seem romantic to me, but you are. You’re 16 years old, Alixzandra. You have many boys and many opportunities ahead of you. I wish you’d see our side in this matter.
We never said you had to break up entirely. But just see other people. Experience all there is out there. How do you know Tyler is what you truly want if you’ve never had the chance to experience anything but?
Think this through Alix. We miss you dearly. We’re scared for you, and we imagine, you’re scared senseless as well. Both of you. Come home Princess. Please. Please, come home.
I love you. We love you,
- Your father.
Alix was crying again when I finished reading. I pulled her close and let her cry. At least she wasn’t sobbing this time. “Do you want to go home Alix?”
“No.” She whispered. “No. I don't want anything but to be completely happy with you. And only you. No one but you.”
I didn’t question her any further. We sat there for what seemed like hours before she started to rise from the bed. “Let’s go do something.”
“Flicka, I hate to burst your bubble, but your mother’s muggleborn. Our names are probably posted all over the television news networks, radio broadcasts, post, newspapers, maybe even billboards by now. We cant leave this hotel room. Not without at least a disguise.”
“Well then let’s get into disguise because I cant stand this hotel room another second. Besides, I know my father. The owl had a tracking spell on it. As soon as the owl gets back to him, he’ll have apparated here. We’ll have to leave a note and go somewhere else.”
I only nodded and began repacking.
Wouldn’t it be nice if we were older?
Then we wouldn’t have to wait so long. – Beach Boys.
This chapter is dedicated to my most faithful reviewer Stepnhuguyen :) Your reviews make me want to keep writing. I tried to put a bit of Hermione and Severus in here for you. I hope I didnt disappoint too badly.