Chapter 15 : In The Art Of Confrontation
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lyrics belong to noah and the whale!
Is this the line?
Is this the line?
Is this the line between heaven and hell?
-The Line -Noah And The Whale
There was no way this was happening.
I was in some sort of dream, no, nightmare. A nightmare where Potter's lips were on mine and everything else had dissolved into nothingness.
I wanted more than anything to wake up.
Hopefully I wouldn't remember Potter grabbing my face in his hands and kissing me. Hopefully this particular nightmare would be a blur, not one that sticks with you forever.
At first his lips felt as shocked and as tentative as mine. The arms that were on either side of me were tense, and he seemed frozen on the spot.
For what felt like hours we stood, in some sort of limbo, terrified to go on, but even more terrified at what would happen if we broke apart.
It wasn't even a kiss. I felt like a statue, like my lips were being invaded. My eyes were closed, that helped.
But seriously! What the bloody hell was Potter doing?
I mean, merlin, I was only joking when I asked him if he was jealous. I know it's never jealousy that comes between us. It's just the thrill of competing. He doesn't like it when I talk to other guys, because he feels threatened. And I don't like it when he flirts with other girls because...well because he's an arse.
I couldn't help but notice that he tasted like...vanilla. It was an almost...feminine taste. I would definitely tease him about that later.
Oh, god later.
What would we do when this kiss ended? Did we go on like normal? Do we...?
WHAT THE HELL DO WE DO?
I'm going to punch him where it hurts. That'll be a good start, at least.
For one second, I thought I was going to do it. I was going to hit him in the groin, and as punishment for trying to kiss me he would never be able to have children. But then the next second something completely bizarre happened.
Potter's lips started to move against mine, and I instantly melted. I couldn't move, pinned against the wall, and yet I was trembling all over.
It was like someone was sending repeated electric shocks through my entire body, but the only things I could feel were Potter's lips on mine, and that they were so horribly soft.
It's not as if I could help it. I was trapped, his hands cupping my face, lips attached to mine, my whole body shaking.
And yet all I could think of was, just go with it.
Seriously, it would all be over in a minute anyway.
So I forgot where I was, and exactly who's lips were currently attached to mine, and I kissed him back.
Just for a minute.
Okay it's been at least a few minutes now.
Potter's hands moved from my face to my hips and pulls me even closer towards him.
Why the hell was my heart racing? I didn't want him to stop, my blood seemed to be pulsing through my veins at a hundred kilometers an hour and my head was filled with dizzy, lightheaded thoughts.
No, no way was I enjoying this. Never in my life have I ever thought about James Potter in a sexual way. And yet now we're snogging as if our lives depended on it.
His hands were on my back now, underneath my shirt, touching bare skin, and all I could think was to grab the back of his neck and pull him even closer towards me.
Scrap what I said before. Hell yes, I was enjoying this.
I needed air. Soon I would need air. But I didn't want air. Air would mean that this had to stop, and by merlin I did not want it to stop.
Potter forced my lips open and I could taste his tongue. Holy merlin it really tasted like vanilla. It was intoxicating, and I gasped in what little air I could.
The air cleared my brain a little, brought force back into my arms. I heard Potter exhale a little as our lips crushed together yet again.
Potter. I'm snogging James Potter.
The reality hit me like a bullet.
I was snogging James bloody Potter. And he was snogging me.
James Potter and Charlie Walker were snogging.
Pigs have officially flown.
I grabbed his short collar, which he took as a sign of encouragement and pushed me even further into the wall.
It took every bit of self control I had to push on his shoulders and force our faces apart.
He stumbled backwards in surprise. I couldn't help but notice how disheveled his hair was. I mean, it was always messy, but now it was standing up in all directions. His lips were bright red and swollen and I instinctively touched my lips to see if they were like that.
Potter smirked, (at least that hadn't changed), "Whoops," he said.
I brought my hand around so fast I wasn't even sure if it had happened. My palm hit his cheek with a resounding smack.
I stood back proudly. It had been a while since I'd hit someone. It felt good.
But...what? He was still smiling, in a completely irritating way. It made me want to slap him again. It also made me want to snog his face off.
He seemed completely unaffected by the slap.
"What the hell was that Potter?" I gasped at him.
"I might ask you the same thing, Walker," he continued to smirk, "Where did that come from?"
"Wh--What? How-? YOU KISSED ME YOU PRICK!"
"Five points to gryffindor," he said, still calm.
"You act as if this isn't a big deal!" I shrieked.
I felt as if I should be trying to seem cool and unaffected, like him. But this was too big a bombshell. I mean, Potter kissed me for Merlin's sake!
He turned his back on me and began to walk up the corridor.
Seriously? This was how he was going to leave things?
Oh great! Now he was whistling!
"Don't forget that I hate you!" I yelled desperately after him, "This changes nothing!"
He ignored me.
Seriously though, this changes nothing.
* * *
"Post!" Dan cried suddenly.
I barely registered as an owl dropped a white envelope on my plate and stopped to sip form my pumpkin juice cup.
Dan looked expectantly at me.
"Aren't you going to open it?" she waggled her eyebrows, "Is it another letter from lover boy?"
"Who?" my head snapped up at the mention of the words 'lover boy'.
Dan nodded at the letter on my plate.
I grabbed it immediately and looked at the cursive writing on the front. It was in Elliot's handwriting.
I ripped it open.
I was so pleased that you decided to write back.Your letter came at around six in the morning, and it was amazing how quickly I woke up! It's been almost three months since we've seen each other, and yet I still remember exactly how much I liked being with you that night. But enough about me. I want to know everything about you!
I mean, we barely even know each other, and yet I want more than anything to know who you are. All I know is you're a stunningly beautiful french-turned-english girl. I also get the feeling that you don't fall for flattery, but I thought I would try anyway!
Shall we start with favourite colours? Mine is blue, the exact colour of your eyes.
"Well?" Dan asked, smiling at me, "What does it say?"
I didn't answer. I scrunched the letter into my pocket as I saw Max come into the hall.
"Max-" I began.
"Not interested," she cut across, walking past me. She sat down beside Alex further down the table.
I wondered if I should tell her that Alex was also part of the plan, but it would probably only make things worse.
"We need to come up with a new plan," I told Dan, "And fast."
She nodded, "I've already thought of something actually. How about a good, old fashioned intervention?"
I stared, "What, like, with letters and signs and stuff?"
"Something like that," she shrugged, "It's direct, to the point. They'll have to talk about it. Plus they'll appreciate that we didn't go behind their back and scheme."
"I think it's a little late for that to be honest," I pointed out.
* * *
"You ready?" Owen asked me, looking nervous.
"Jeez Williams, it's only a few slytherin thugs," I smirked.
"A few massive slytherin thugs," he muttered.
We peered around the corner. Henry Nott and about three of his cronies stood behind the green houses, smoking something that let off thick blue rings of smoke, which they were drawing into shapes with their wands.
Apparently they're artistic thugs.
"Okay," I said, wheeling around to face him, "Remember the spell?"
Owen nodded fervently and imitated the gesture with his wand.
"Good," I said determinedly, needed to convince myself of my own bravery.
"And Charlie?" he whispered before we went around the corner.
"What?" I hissed.
"I'm sorry...about yesterday."
"It's fine," I muttered, "Let's just forget it, yeah?"
"I mean," he continued, "I know everyone thinks I'm an arse. And I sort of am. I just hope you don't think that I was trying to...force myself on you."
"No!" I excliamed, "I mean, it was just a misunderstanding, wasn't it?"
"It was," he agreed.
I paused, "You're not that much of an arse, Owen," I said.
He chuckled, "Thanks, Charlie. And just so you know, I told Zach and James."
"Yeah I know," I said, without thinking.
Owen frowned, "How?"
"So lets go kick some slytherin arse!" I whispered before taking him by the wrist and dragging him out into plain view of the gang.
Henry Nott noticed us at once and a broad sneer swept across his face.
"Look everyone!" he approached us, putting out his cigarette, "It's the mudblood and...oh another mudblood!"
"Well done, Nott," I snapped, "You can count. Next step: addition."
They encircled us much quicker than I'd thought possible.
"You got something to say to me mudblood?" he hissed. I could smell the smoke on his breath.
"Only that I think you should stop calling us that," Owen said defiantly, "It's not very polite."
Henry let out a loud, mocking laugh, and his cronies grunted appreciatively.
"Did you hear something?" he asked them, "I think I just heard a dead man talking!"
But Owen stayed put. He didn't move an inch.
"You're just making it so easy for us," Henry chuckled cruelly, takiing the tip of his wand and drawing it softly across Owen's throat, "You make it so easy for us to go ahead and spill your filthy blood."
There was a beat.
"Now," I muttered in Owen's ear.
At the same time we both pulled out our wands and aimed it at Nott.
"Sanguis mutatio viridis!" We both cried.
A blast of lime green light hit Nott in the chest.
Once the light had died down we could survey the damage. Except that there wasn't any. Henry Nott didn't look, or apparently feel any different.
He checked himself once, then began to laugh.
I prepared myself for a world of pain.
But suddenly the laughter stopped.
Henry stood stock still, his body completely frozen.
I held my breath.
Something had begun to happen. His skin was slowly beginning to be tinged of green. It looked as though he was about to be sick. Then the greenish tinge began to spread over his exposed forearms. Once every visible part of him was green it only seemed to intensify.
Henry seemed to have gone into cardiac arrest. He was hyperventilating.
"What have you done!" he roared, examining his arms, "Make it stop!"
We could only smile, because the spell had worked. Henry was gradually turning a violent shade of bright green, all normal colouring running out of his face at top speed.
I flicked my wand once at the skin near his elbow. Henry cried out in pain as it cut into him, and then in horror as he saw that the blood that began to ooze out of the cut was green. Blood dripped onto the grass, but it was so green that it wasn't visible.
He almost fainted, his skin now so green that he looked like a human cucumber.
"Now your blood's as filthy as ours," I murmured.
"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?" came a loud roar from out of nowhere.
We all wheeled around. Henry Nott's cronies made a run for it, already terrified that they would meet the same fate.
Owen and I saw to our horror, Professor Mulligan, the arithmancy teacher, marching towards us, a look of fury on his usually angry face.
We gulped. Professor Mulligan was known for his severe punishments. He'd given me a detention more times than McGonagall.
By the look on his face it looked as though he had a little more than detention on his mind.
Henry took one look at Professor Mulligan and fainted.
"Who is responsible for this?" Mulligan glared at us. As if he even needed to ask.
He flicked his wand at Nott and all the green seemed to drain out of his skin, leaving him looking very pink.
He rounded on us, "Cursing another student! How dare you? You can be sure that Professor McGonagall will here about this."
I swallowed. If McGonagall ever found out she'd make sure I never saw a quidditch pitch again.
Did I just single handedly ruin my chance to be on the team? Without any help from Peakes whatsoever?
"Starting this monday you will have detention every week night for a month."
20 detentions! Was he mad?
"But professor-" Owen began.
"That is my final word, Mr. Williams," he snapped warningly, "If you want it to be 30 detentions you're going the right way about it."
We both fell silent.
"Right," he said, "You will take Mr. Nott to the hospital wing. And make sure you tell Madame Pomfrey exactly what curse hit him."
He marched away.
* * *
Needless to say Madame Pomfrey wasn't too pleased when we brought Henry in, and told her what had happened. We didn't mention who had cursed him, we weren't stupid. Well apparently we were stupid enough to get caught by one of the most severe teachers in the whole school. Mulligan made McGonagall look like a cuddly teddy bear.
Later that afternoon Dan had called a meeting in the common room, which we were going to use for our intervention.
I arrived at the portrait hole to find Potter waiting outside. But the annoyingly cheerful expression from this morning had vanished into thin air, and had been replaced by the thunderous look of fury.
"What?" I approached him, making sure to keep a safe distance between us.
His eyebrows rose, "What? That's all you have to say? What?"
"Okay," I said, "What's your problem?"
"What's my problem?" he burst out laughing, but it was hardly genuine, "No, Walker. What the hell is your problem?"
"What are you talking about?" I stared at him.
"You just couldn't stay out of trouble, could you?" he snapped, "You just had to go and curse Henry Nott, just because you felt like it."
"I cursed him because he was calling me a mudblood," I hissed angrily, "Not because I just felt like it. And it's none of your business anyway."
Potter scoffed, "Who cares why you did it! And believe me, Walker, I wish this was none of my business. But it is. Do you want to know what McGonagall told me only this morning?"
I said nothing, because I was sure he was going to tell me anyway.
"She said that the rest of the team had shown her that pact that we'd signed, and that she was willing to consider both of us as captain because we were both clearly committed, as long as neither of us got into any trouble. And I promised, on your behalf, that we wouldn't."
I still didn't say anything. I had a feeling I knew what was coming.
"Only now, you've gone and ruined that," he hissed, "McGonagall just told me that you've been off cursing Slytherins. So well done Walker, you've managed to fuck up our chances, yet again."
"How was I supposed to know that we still had a chance?" I argued.
"So what if you didn't know?" he snapped, "You think cursing people is going to get us back into McGonagall's good books?"
"Hey!" I snapped, "The only reason that McGonagall took us out of the running was because your precious girlfriend went and told her everything."
I had expected him to be embarrassed at the remark about Faye, but he only looked even more furious.
"Yeah," he said, "And then you nearly attacked Peakes at practice, in front of McGonagall."
"And it was your idea to invest in Faye!" I cried, "Because you were just so desperate. Well guess what? That idea went down in flames."
"Well at least it was an idea," he snapped, "All you've come up with is give in to blackmail, try to attack our captain and curse Slytherins. Face it Walker, we're in this shit because of you."
"No," I said, "We're in this shit because of Peakes."
But Potter shook his head, "Peakes had nothing to do with this. You managed to ruin this all on your own, Walker."
And with that he gave the password to the fat lady and went into the portrait hole.
* * *
I was so angry it was a wonder that I was walking straight.
Why had I promised on her behalf? Why?
Maybe this wasn't her fault. Maybe it was mine for thinking that she could actually control herself.
She followed me into the common room, stalked past me and sat down in an arm chair beside Alex. The others were already there, looking expectantly at Dan, who looked excited.
"Okay!" she exclaimed happily, "Everyone's here!"
Her enthusiasm was a little sickening. I mean, how could you be excited at the prospect of getting two people who hated each other in the same room, and forcing them to talk about their feelings?
"So here's the plan," she said, "Max is in the girls dormitory. Fred is in the boys. I'm going to make a loud noise with my wand and we're all going to yell, so they'll come down to see what's happened."
"And what about all the other people in the dormitories?" Owen asked.
"I've already told them to ignore it," she explained.
"How do you stop people from the outside coming in?"
"It's a Sunday evening" she pointed out "Everyone's either at dinner or already in their dorms. Anyway, once Max and Fred come down, we'll sit them down, and force their feelings out of them."
The last part was spoken with such relish that an extremely tense pause followed.
"How are you going to stop them from going back up to their dormitories?" asked Walker.
"I've put a charm around the room," she said, "Once you're in you can't get out."
Merlin, was this girl was some kind of evil mastermind?
"I suppose things can't get much worse," Alex pointed out positively.
"That's the spirit!" Dan cheered, "Now, I declare Operation-Intervention officially a-go!"
With that she raised her wand and let off and ear splitting bang.
Alex screamed loudly, and Dan joined in.
The rest of us joined in with a few shouts here and there, and it wasn't long before a figure appeared on the stairs.
Fred stood there, his hands over his ears.
"What the hell was that?" he cried.
He approached us quickly, but Max was hard on his heels, running down the stairs and into the common room, looking concerned.
"I heard yelling!" she cried, "What are you all doing in here?"
We nodded at Dan, who stepped forward.
"This," she said dramatically, "Is an intervention." She turned and whispered excitedly to us, "Always wanted to say that!"
Max and Fred had finally noticed each other there.
"Oh bloody hell," she muttered, "I'm going upstairs."
She turned around, and crashed straight into an invisible wall that was keeping her trapped in the common room.
"What the hell?" she cried, throwing herself a few more times at the wall.
"Max," Dan said gently, "Why don't you sit down?"
"Oh buzz off," she snapped, "Let me out of here!"
"Only once you've sat down," Dan said.
Max took one look at Fred, and I could tell by the look on both of their faces that the sooner they got away from the other, they'd be happier. They both took seats, as far away as possible from the other.
There was a tense silence.
"So," Dan began, "Basically we think that this has gone on long enough."
"What has?" Max glared at her.
"Your fighting," Alex said, "We're all sick of it."
"We think you should just admit that you have feelings for each other, and then we can all go about our business," said Dan.
Fred scoffed, but then shifted uncomfortably, "You must be joking!"
"We're not," Dan said seriously.
"Well you're not getting anything out of me," Fred muttered.
"Bit late for that Fred," I chuckled, for which I received a fierce glare.
A tense silence followed. We all looked from Max, who was stubbornly examining her cuticles, to Fred who had found a sudden interest in the loose threads on the arm of his chair.
"This was a bad idea," Walker muttered suddenly.
"For once I agree," I said.
"Don't talk to me Potter," she hissed coldly.
I stared at her.
"You don't have any right to be angry with me," I snapped, "You're the one-"
"Yeah Potter, I know," she rolled her eyes, "I'm the one who fucked it up. Thank you for reminding me."
"Well you should be reminded. Thanks to you -"
"I know, Potter;" she cut me off again, "You've told me."
"So, what?" I felt even angrier at the sound of her careless tone, "You don't give a damn that you've ruined our chances again?"
"Shut up," she finally resorted to.
"No, you shut up," I snapped childishly.
"OH MY GOD WOULD YOU BOTH SHUT UP!"
Everyone nearly jumped out of their seats. Alex was sitting up in her seat, head in her hands.
There was another silence, in which everyone looked nervously at Alex, who had never even raised her voice once in front of everyone.
She looked up at us, glaring fiercely. Getting up from the chair she continued to yell, "You are all so pathetic! Max and Freddie you both know that the only reason you argue is that you like each other, and arguing is basically your own form of denial. And you know I'm right."
She rounded on Dan, "And Dan. The fact that you are holding this intervention is so hypocritical that it makes me want to scream! You want people to talk about their feelings, but you never talk about how you feel about Zach. And don't bother denying it, it's obvious."
Dan turned bright red, and lowered her head. Zach looked like he might explode from embarrassment. The guy does not deal well with confrontation.
And finally she rounded on me and Walker, and she seemed to have reserved her worst and most terrifying glare for us.
"And you," she hissed, "Everyone is sick and tired of your bloody quidditch drama. We know it's been tough, with Peakes and all, but now you're just arguing for the sake of arguing. This intervention shouldn't be for Max and Fred it should be for you two!"
She paused and took in a deep breath.
"And that's all I have to say," she murmured, sitting back down.
An even more uncomfortable silence followed.
Everyone stared at their toes.
"Okay," came a small voice.
We all looked up to see Fred, who had stopped looking nervous.
"Okay what?" I asked.
"Okay," he repeated, "I'm in love with her."
He looked straight at Max, who seemed to have had a stroke.
"W-what?" Dan spluttered.
"You're right, Alex," he sighed, "I'm in love with Max, and I argue with her because I don't want to admit it."
Everyone stared at him.
I had expected him to put up a fight. And yet, here he was, openly admitting his feelings as though he was commenting on the weather.
"Max will you go out with me?" he asked, approaching her slowly.
We all held our breath.
I couldn't believe that this was actually working. The age of Fred and Max arguing was coming to an end.
Max stared at him, her lip beginning to tremble.
She stood up to face him, and for once her face wasn't angry.
Everyone did a double take.
Did she just say no?
How could she say no?
"What?" Freddie frowned at her, looking more confused than irritated.
Max looked him straight in the eye.
"I don't feel that way about you," she muttered, "So, no, Weasley, I will not go out with you."
There was silence. Fred looked crestfallen, like he was in pain.
Now I just wanted them to go back to arguing. In many ways this intervention had done more harm than good.
Max looked at Dan, and said calmly, "Dan could you let me out please?"
Dan obeyed her. The tension in the air was almost palpable, and it was certainly too much to handle.
She flicked her wand at the staircase and Max left.
"I'm going down to get dinner," he sighed, "Then I'm going to the kitchens to see if I can't get any fire whisky."
He left through the portrait hole slowly, hanging his head dejectedly.
Owen sighed once the portrait hole closed behind him, "One down, one to go."
* * *
"It's a bit windy," Rose murmured.
That was the understatement of the century.
The whomping willow was billowing, it's long branches flailing in all directions.
Even the goal posts looked like they were about to be uprooted from the earth.
We all stood huddled in the changing rooms, keeping out of the cold.
Gryffindor, where dwell the brave at heart.
"It's a fucking gale out there," Albus corrected her.
The blinds against the windows were shaking with the force.
Peakes stood up, from the corner where he'd been sulking.
"It's just a breeze," he said, "You're all wimps."
"Says he who went running to McGonagall," Rose muttered.
Peakes ignored her.
"Our next match is in three weeks," he said, "We need to practice."
"He's right," Walker muttered.
Everyone turned to stare at her in surprise. She rolled her eyes at our shocked expressions.
"Yeah," Peakes continued, "And from what I hear Walker and Potter's time on this team is coming to an end. You should both be making the best of the practice time you have left."
Before I didn't think it was possible for anyone to make me angrier than Walker. But Peakes succeeds every time.
"We're not going anywhere," I said hotly.
Walker snorted, "Really? Because from your tone yesterday I would have thought the world was ending."
I glared at her. I had thought that when it came to Peakes Walker and I were on the same side. But no, apparently she just felt like arguing with someone.
It was like the kiss had never even happened. Walker had been right: it had changed nothing.
Which was fine. I was just as prepared as she was to forget it entirely.
As far as I was concerned it was a huge mistake.
"Just enjoy this time while it lasts," Peakes continued.
"I suggest you do the same," Walker snapped.
Peakes laughed, "I will. I know that my spot on this team is under just as much of a threat as yours, Walker."
I paused. Now that I hadn't expected. Was Peakes admitting defeat?
He sighed and picked up his broomstick, "It's not like you'd actually become captain anyway. Potter was obviously going to win it."
Walker folded her arms, "Excuse me?"
"Well, Potter's been on the team longer, he doesn't punch other teammates and he's actually better than you at quidditch."
I knew that Peakes wasn't meaning any of these things as a compliment towards me. He was just trying to rile Walker up.
And it was working.
She approached Peakes.
"And what gives you the idea that he's better at it than me?"
Peakes rolled his eyes.
"I'm not getting into this now, Walker," he sounded bored.
He tried to push past her, out into the wind, but she grabbed his arms and forced him to face her again.
"Careful Walker," he said, "You should really stop being so aggressive."
"Tell me why he's better," she demanded.
"Well being aggressive is one thing," he said, "To him it's a game, a sport. To you it's a competition, a chance for you to take your frustrations out on the bludgers. He doesn't take it as seriously as you."
"Hey!" I objected, "That's not fair! I take it very seriously!"
He waved me away, "He's also much faster than you."
Walker raised her eyebrows.
"You think he's faster?" she laughed.
Her laugh annoyed me.
But the last time her laugh annoyed me, I had stopped it by snogging her. I could hardly use the same technique here.
"Why is that so hard to believe?" I asked her angrily.
She smirked, "We all know I take more risks than you do, which means that I can go faster than you."
"That means nothing!" I argued, "And who says you take more risks than me? Face it Walker, I've been doing this longer. I'm better at it than you are."
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Peakes smiling to himself.
He didn't even have to bother continuing the fight. He had set her off, and we would continue it for him.
"Care to test that?" she asked.
I wanted more than anything to prove her wrong, to wipe the smirk off her face.
"What do you have in mind?" I asked.
"A race," she said, "Ten times around the pitch."
"I thought you took risks, Walker?" I said, "Ten times, around the castle."
She paused for a moment, but then she nodded.
"What does the winner get?" I asked.
"They get the respect of the team," she answered.
"And the loser?"
"The loser quits."
I hesitated, knowing that this could end very badly for me.
Walker smirked, "Oh come on Potter, take the risk!"
I glared at her.
"You're both crazy!" Rose cried suddenly.
"It's too windy to be outside at all," Sarah argued.
"Don't do this," Albus said, "We know you're both very good players. Don't turn against each other."
"Too late for that," I muttered. Only Walker heard me.
She held out her hand, "Challenge accepted?"
I took her hand and shook it.
"Yes," I muttered.
"Come on then," she said, grabbing her broom and leading the way outside.
The others followed us out, protesting.
"This is mad!"
"It's too windy!"
"You'll get yourselves killed!"
"McGonagall might find out!"
I gripped the handle on my broom tightly, with determination. The wind blew fiercely in my face, making my eyes water.
"Let's kick off here," Walker said, swinging her leg over the side of her broom.
I glanced at her broom.
A cleensweep. I glanced down at my fireboat and felt more confident.
Peakes, still smirking, approached us.
"On your marks!" he cried, "Get set! Go!"
We both kicked off the ground with as much force as possible.
The wind hit us immediately, and it was even stronger than I'd imagined. I had to pull my broom around to steer it in the right direction.
I gasped in the fresh air, and it filled my lungs like a balloon. I shot forwards, but the wind kept pushing me back.
I could see Walker, just a little ahead. We rose higher and higher, past the glass windows, until we were higher than the quid ditch pitch itself. It got colder as we rose, the wind growing even more ferocious.
Walker raced on. Shit, she was fast.
She had already reached the towers and she took the inside track around.
I sped on after her, feeling my broom gain in speed.
The wind changed direction suddenly and blew in our favor, pushing me forwards. Unfortunately Walker was lighter, so she got even further ahead.
She looked back at me and let out another laugh.
She then started to turn her broom around, so that she was going backwards.
She laughed again as she showed off, waving jauntily to me.
I zoomed past the gryffindor tower, gaining in speed. I had never gone this fast before, it felt like everything was a blur. Everything except for me, and Walker.
She looked back as she continued to zoom backwards. She waved again and I grit my teeth.
She couldn't win this. I wouldn't let her win it.
Something loomed out of the background, coming more and more into focus.
It was the tall, thin astronomy tower, easily avoided if you could see where you were going.
My heart plummeted suddenly as I saw the astronomy tower advance with impressive speed, and Walker only just turning around to face it.
She was fast, but not fast enough.
"WALKER!" I roared as loudly as I could, but my cry was drowned in the howl of the wind.
Walker spun around a few times in the wind, losing control of her broom. The tower came in contact with it's handle with a sickening crunch.
Walker pulled her broom back in shock, but the stone had broken the entire handle clean off. The wind swept around her as she desperately tried to keep her balance, but it was no use. She began to plummet towards the earth.
I sped after her, but I was too far behind.
Walker let out a piercing scream as she fell, faster and faster, growing closer and closer towards the earth.
I went even faster. If there was even the slightest chance of me catching her I had to take it. I raced on, but it seemed that the distance between us got bigger and bigger.
The wind suddenly slowed her fall, making her drift for a moment in mid air, but she still fell to the ground and I honestly felt my heart stop.
I crashed to the ground ungracefully a few meters away from where she was lying on her back.
I ran over to her, feeling as though I might be sick.
Her eyes were closed, but she could have so easily been asleep.
I felt her pulse in her neck, which was still beating reassuringly.
"Walker!" I cried, "Wake up!"
She didn't budge, her whole body limp.
I slapped her once or twice on the cheek.
"WALKER!" I roared into her face, trying to make my voice louder than the rising wind, "DAMN IT WALKER! WAKE UP! WAKE UP CHARLIE!"
A/N: And that, ladies and gents is the end of part II ! Part III coming soon, but may take me a while :(
Hope you liked the kiss, the bits in the middle and the end. But if you didn't like the fact that she's possibly dying then that's good too...
im about to go to sleep (it's 2 am here) so i don't have time to really edit this properly, hope there aren't too many typos and whatnot!
see you next time for more James /Charlie madness xxx
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