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Chapter 2 : Caught
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So, chapter two. I’m going to assume you liked chapter one, being that you’re reading the intro to chapter two at this very moment. At least I hope so, anyway.
Surprise, surprise, that night was one in which I could find no comfort in sleep. Being that all of my classes were, to be blunt, insanely simple, (We’re in sixth year, people, come on now!) I had no school-related work to complete, either. So, I settled on the third option; going to meet Regulus.
I don’t have to worry about Filch or his cat. Mrs. Norris tends to avoid me at all costs. And, being that I have a knack for not getting caught by Filch, exploring the castle and grounds after hours is quite easy for me. With the help of a Disillusionment charm, that is. Some of those prefects can be rather prude-ish if they catch you.
I learned a lot about the castle itself my first year, finding all the secret passageways, trick doors, and other miscellaneous little bits of information to help me out. Getting from one side of the castle to the other quickly and quietly has become as fluid as walking for me.
It took roughly two and a half minutes to get from the Gryffindor common room to the little alcove on the third floor. It overlooks the lake and part of the Forbidden Forest, which are, in my opinion, the two prettiest parts of Hogwarts’ grounds.
It would have taken me less time, but, then again, you have to factor in the unfortunate timing of the lunar cycle.
Regulus was already there, staring out the window, gaze transfixed on the moonlit surface of the lake. I can’t blame him. It’s quite beautiful at night, even more so than during the day, though I am partial to the forest.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” I nodded. Regulus hadn’t turned away from the window, but I had made enough noise to tip him off to my arrival. He wouldn’t have heard me, or even suspected I was there, if I hadn’t wanted him to.
“Though,” he turned to face me, and for a moment, I was shocked to see how much he resembled his older counterpart. When had that happened? “not as beautiful as you are.”
I sat down on the window seat, and looked up at him through my eyelashes, a slight smile playing across my lips. I’ve been extremely beautiful; more so than anyone else, for my entire life, but being complimented on it can still make me uncomfortable.
I was still pretty mixed up about the night before. Angry at Sirius for acknowledging the shadow that I try very hard to push to the back of my mind. Ashamed at even slightly losing my temper. Merlin only knows what would have happened if I had let loose completely. And most of all, worried sick that he might know more than he was letting on.
It would only take one of them to put all of the pieces together. It would only take one of them to ruin me.
I was hoping that Regulus wouldn’t notice, but he’s more perceptive than I had originally thought.
“What’s the matter?”
“Nothing.” That’s right, Clio. Deny everything. You seem to be good at that.
“Are you sure?”
Apparently, I couldn’t lie myself out of this. I switched tactics.
“Mmmhmm,” I said, moving over so that I was perched in his lap. I planted a trail of kisses up his neck, his jawline, and finally stopping at the corner of his mouth. A slight moan escaped his lips, and I smiled inwardly. Teenaged boys can be so easy to manipulate.
A few minutes later he had forgotten his questions, and I was very pleased with myself.
I didn’t feel guilty in the slightest for manipulating him. Don’t get me wrong, I do care about Regulus, in some way or another. But I don’t think I could ever love him. Simply because I had no choice in the matter. No one happened to ask me if I wanted to marry him, it was decided before I was even old enough to comprehend what marriage was.
In case you haven’t noticed, I have a slight issue with people telling me what to do, or trying to control me. Some might go as far as to say that I have a problem with authority. I won’t deny it, but I’m not necessarily proud of it either. It’s just who I am.
I’m not sure how much time had passed, maybe ten minutes, maybe an hour, when I heard footsteps. I couldn’t pinpoint exactly how far away they were, but I knew that they were far enough out of range for a normal person’s hearing. And I knew that even when whoever was out walking got close enough for Regulus to hear, he would be too absorbed in snogging me to actually process that someone was there.
Or four someones. I could hear four distinctly different pairs of footsteps coming directly our way. And I only knew one group of four people who were known to be out gallivanting after curfew every sodding night.
Damn those Marauders. As if I didn’t have enough to worry about. Now I’ll just have to wait for them to sneak up on us in a…ah…compromising position. And I couldn’t do anything about it, because I have no explanation as to why I can hear things so far away.
So I was left there, praying that they would miraculously change direction, or shrivel up from dehydration, or be caught by Filch.
“Such an endearing moment. I’m actually quite sorry that we have to break it up,” said a mocking voice that sadly belonged to the most irritating of the four, Sirius Black.
I am so screwed.
I looked up, not surprised to see that his stormy gray eyes were dancing with glee at finding us after curfew, quite alone. He was wearing an expression that practically screamed payback’s a bitch.
The rest of his cronies were standing slightly behind him. Obviously Black was running point on this operation. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Potter tucking a piece of parchment into his back pocket.
Now that’s just playing dirty. They’ve probably been watching that map all day waiting for the perfect opportunity to catch me doing something remotely wrong so that Lupin could blast me out of the water with detentions.
“Regulus, I suggest you toddle off to your dormitory now. Wouldn’t want you to get in trouble for Caverly’s bad behavior,” he said. No matter how much he denied it, I could tell Sirius still had a soft spot for his little brother.
Sirius cut him off, “Beat it, kid.”
Being the self-preserving Slytherin that he was, Regulus obeyed, slouching off down the corridor to his dormitory, giving me one last look as he turned a corner.
I bit my lip. I suppose this is what I get for fucking with Gryffindor’s Golden boys.
The four of them stood in front of me in a semi-circle, grinning at the thought of getting to punish me for my actions the night before.
“So, I would say, a couple weeks for being out after hours two nights in a row,”
“And a few more for participating in questionable extracurricular activities,” Potter added on.
“And perhaps another three for the look she’s giving Padfoot right now,” Lupin said, noticing the fact that I was, indeed, trying to melt Black into a puddle of liquid arrogance with just my eyes. He seemed unaffected.
Come to think of it, Black is quite literally the only one who makes an exceptional effort not to be affected by my appearance at all. I offer the same courtesy to him. If there’s one boy here who could match my beauty with handsomeness, it would have to be Sirius Black with his piercing, swirled gray eyes, toned muscles on a lean frame, unruly and long black hair that oddly seems to work for him, strong jawline, and a regally angular bone structure. These features make him a Hogwarts teenaged heartthrob. He is irritatingly aware of this fact.
I cannot let those idiotic boys win by surrendering to months of detention. I think I’ll have to sneakily exploit my knowledge of their secrets.
“Say, Lupin, you look pretty ill. Come to think of it, weren’t you sick around this time last month, too?” In all actuality, I would never tell anyone his secret. But the only way I’m going to win this is by bluffing.
“You don’t look so hot, either, Caverly,” he replied calmly, not missing a beat. Peter looked a bit nervous, I’ve always intimidated him, but Black looks more mad than anything else, and Potter is carefully calculating the situation, trying to work out if there’s a double meaning to my words.
“On the contraire, I actually look quite hot. I always do. But you’re correct in the fact that I’m not feeling very well. Must be something going around.”
“Must be,” Lupin concluded, almost daring me to press him more. I wouldn’t, though. I had hinted enough so that they might suspect that I knew, but not enough so that it couldn’t be written off as coincidence. Either way, my point had come across clearly.
“So, we were at, what, two months?” Peter interjected. I swear, that’s the first time he’s spoken in front of me. Never knew he had it in him.
“Yeah, two months and a week,” Black said, picking up right where he had left off.
“Sorry boys. I’m already booked. I was late for Ingram’s class five too many times. Try again in a few months, m'kay?” I turned and walked away triumphantly, leaving behind a steaming Black, and confusing the others with an unanswered question.
Just how much did I really know?
Ello, there! I do hope you enjoyed the chapter. I apologize if you didn’t, though…… I would love to hear any suggestions, you know, things you did or didn’t like. Constructive criticism is always appreciated.
Oh, and Clio hasn’t really come out and confirmed the details of her…furry little problem. And by that I mean the lovable but disobedient bunny rabbit she adopted. *wink wink*
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