call me if you're sober [//.eri]

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It was only two weeks into the new school year, and no one had thrown a really good party yet, not in any of the common rooms as far as Sirius had heard. He was kind of depressed about that factor, because normally by now he had attended several good parties in the Gryffindor Common Room, having fun, having some drinks, and flirting of course. Not that he really needed to help his reputation with more girls names under his belt, but that was not the point, it was still fun. Tonight on the other hand, he had been in the common room with a couple of friends, nothing special of course, just deciding to sneak out to Hogsmeade for a drink or two.

So Sirius and two other boys in his year had left the common room, under the invisibility cloak he inherited from his father so many years previously, when he started Hogwarts, and they all had to crouch a lot considering Sirius alone is over six foot and the other two, respectively tall as well. The three friends spent quite a few hours, and quite a few drinks in the Pub, until they closed at two, and the owner refused to let them stay any longer, having cut them off of drinks about thirty minutes earlier when they finished a sixth firewhiskey round, and several more butterbeer’s each.

Staggering all the way up the path, the boys wanted to go up to the common room and pass out, but Sirius wanted to sit around down by the lake for a while. The boys all knew ways to get back to the common room without a prowling Filch or Mrs. Norris finding them, so when they cobbled path took a fork, two of them headed up to the castle, while Sirius hobbled his way down toward the lake, still fumbling a little with each step. He then stumbled on a uprooted tree root that was about twenty feet from the lake. Sirius fell forward into a tucked over roll down the path because seeing as he was drunk, he was not being able to catch his balance very well.

He only rolled about two feet before catching himself on the ground, and stopping himself, now dizzy and sick to his stomach from having rolled like that. He moaned a little, and hoped that there was no one else out at two in the morning to have seen that. Wouldn’t that just make their day? Seeing hot shot Quidditch player and flirt falling down a hill drunk off his ass? Yep, that would be the highlight of any Hogwarts students evening he thought to himself as he tried to right himself into a sitting position.

Greenish grey orbs looked around the surrounding grounds, trying to take in anyone that might have been around, call it late night paranoia or whatever you wish to call it, but he have the sinking feeling that he was not the only one outside enjoying the nights air. He had stuffed the invisibility cloak into his pocket long ago, not too worried about needing it right now, though his hand had flown to rest in his pocket, residing right on top of the cloak incase its need became greater. Finding nothing right away did not convince Sirius he was alone, but it did make him a little less restless for the time being. He then forced himself back into a standing position, and walked down to the waters edge.

When he reached the bank of the lake he sat down, pulled one knee up to his muscular chest, and let the other be outstretched in front of him. He sighed, maybe he did not want to be alone right now after all, or maybe that was just the alcohol talking. Many nights, Sirius spent his time out here just enjoying the fresh night air, and the star painted sky. The twinkling lights and the hunting owls; All of it seemed to calm him a little if his mind was restless, especially with nerves for the first Quidditch Match of the season.

Way back in his second year, when Sirius Potter had been named the new Gryffindor Keeper, and apparently one of the best they had had since Oliver Wood, he had gotten a bad case of the nerves the night before the match. It was one in the morning, the match would start in nine hours, and he couldn’t sleep a wink. He had pulled on a cloak, and some old trainers, and his dads invisibility cloak, and spent some time outside, just on his own, clearing his head. Ever since that night, when there was a lot on his mind, Sirius would go out to the Lake and just sit, no matter the time of day, or the circumstances at hand.

Tonight though, he was not sure what compelled him to come and sit at the waters edge, but he knew whatever it was, he was thankful, for he loved to sit there; even though he was starting to get really dizzy again, with no explanation as to why. He had never really had a problem while he was drunk before, so why should there be one now? All he knew was that he started to cough, doubled over as though to throw up, but nothing came up but a couple dry heaves, and he lied down in the soft dewy grass hoping to make the dizziness go away, and closed his eyes, and the world around him faded to black…

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Estrella Malfoy, called Trix by only her closest friends, had snuck out of Hogwarts castle at twilight. She’d always been practically nocturnal, needing only 4 hours of sleeping to make her function normally. With the ease of long practice she had slipped out of the Slytherin common room and made her way up to the Astronomy Tower.

Now she stood on the balcony of the Astronomy Tower, relishing the wind blowing her hair every which way, feeling like some sort of dark faerie and loving every moment of the childish image. Ever since first-year she’d come up here and stayed there for as long as she could allow herself. Estrella’s routine had been the same, never changing, for every night up until fourth-year.

At her father’s urgings Estrella had tried out for the Slytherin Quidditch Team and, surprisingly, made it as Chaser. Estrella had always loved the feeling of flying so when the team captain had suggested extra individual practice for all the team Estrella had seen it as an opportunity to combine her nightly wanderings with her favorite practice, besides the night winds were a lot worse than the day-time ones.

Estrella stood for a moment more on the balcony before she picked up her broom from where it leaned against the railing. Her Firebolt was her pride and joy and still the fastest broom in the world. Straddling the broom Estrella kicked off. As she rocketed up from the balcony Estrella smiled with pleasure and true contentment. These night-time rides were the only things she’d never shared with Nymphy, She knew Nymphy would want to come along and Estrella felt that these flights were the only time she got all to herself, where she could laugh or cry without anyone to watch.

As Estrella flew over the Lake she noticed motion many feet beneath her. Guiding her broom closer she saw a boy tumble to the ground and roll several feet. When he staggered up Estrella could tell that whoever he was was seriously drunk. Frowning—who would be stupid enough to get drunk outside?—she drifted closer.

When Estrella recognized the figure she sneered in a way very much identical to her father. The moron was Sirius Potter, one of Estrella’s least favorite people in the world. Seeing him drunk off his ass was not a surprise if Estrella really thought about it. Sirius loved a good party and there hadn’t been that many lately. Come to think of it Estrella loved a good party too, minus the alcohol of course.

As she watched Sirius stumble to the Lake’s edge the sense of needing to help him made her stomach hurt. Denying her instincts were taking a toll on her and finally she had to give in. Landing her Firebolt a few feet behind him she tried not to startle him; no telling what he would do drunk. Leaving her broom where she landed Estrella slowly made her way towards his hunched figure. “Sirius?” she asked softly.

OOC: Nymphy = Rose

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Sitting on the dewy grass, this was not turning out to be the ending of the night he had wanted. All he had wanted was to sit in the stars, on the night the moon would be fullest, and to just chill. Turns out that would be the first night back he got drunk, but still what should that matter? It shouldn’t change anything, but for some reason it did. For some reason he had just been on the verge of getting violently ill from having drank so much, which still didn’t sit well with him because it had not happened before, or at least not for a very long time.

Of course, he still couldn’t get away from the feeling that he was not the only one enjoying –or in his case trying to enjoy, the night air and the moon and the stars. For some reason, it felt to him, like there was someone else outside, and he just couldn’t get over it. Still currently doubled over, he heard a voice say his name. The voice was attractive, cool, almost soothing, but also, strangely familiar at the same time. With his eyes shut tight, he did not know whose voice it was, then he blacked out for a few moments, head back down on the soft grass.

When he forced himself awake only moments later, he looked up and there was a dark haired girl standing over him. In the darkness it was hard to make out much more than her slim and curvy figure. Before he said anything, he wanted to know who this was. When she got closer, he recognized her, and realized it was the last person he would ever want to find him in his current state. How could he have just thought this girl attractive in any way what so ever? The girl walking up to him, with an almost bit of concern in her tone, was Estrella Malfoy. Even weirder, it did not sound like mock concern, she actually sounded like she… Cared?

That thought of course, was impossible. The two had been rivals since first year, as their fathers had been. Maybe they did not have to be, as Sirius’s father had pointed out many times before school had started that term, but perhaps it was just the way she had been brought up, and the way Sirius had seen things, even back then when he had still gone by James. Sirius absolutely never let anyone call him James anymore, but back then, Sirius had not been his name. Now a days though, Sirius wondered what could have happened if he had not learned to hate Estrella Malfoy.

He had noticed about two weeks ago, when walking past his cousins’ compartment on the train, how attractive Malfoy really could be. It was a weird thought in itself, and he was not sure where it had come from. None of that had made sense to him, he hated her, they had been rivals since the day they stepped foot on Hogwarts and he was sorted into Gryffindor and her to Slytherin. Of course, that still made Sirius wonder how his cousin Rose could be like best friends with her, and how Cameryn could tolerate her and have fun hanging out with her as well. She would even talk to Cameryn’s twin brother, Chase. But not to him, the two of them never even tried to get along.

Now looking up at her, he realized that she was standing over him, and he pushed himself back into a sitting position, holding a hand on his stomach as though it would hold him from doubling over once again. He coughed a little, and tried to glare up at her. “What are you doing out here so late, Malfoy?” he asked slightly snottily, but then decided to not even try past that because he was in no condition to try and take her on if this developed into an argument. Then something caught his attention, “Er…Wait… did you call me Sirius?” he asked curiously.

That was not normal at all. The two of them had never been on a first name basis, only a sir name routine. He called her Malfoy, and she called him Potter. That’s just how it worked, all the time. So why, when he was found drunk at night, would she call him by his first name… And even more so, why had she sounded concerned when she said it. None of that made sense to him… Had she been thinking about the same stuff as him? Sirius really doubted it, because he was not sure why he had thought it in the first place. In the mean time, he sat there, looking up at her with curious sparkling grey blue eyes, waiting for a reply to his question.

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Estrella watched as Sirius forced his eyes open. The poor guy seemed drunk to the point he couldn’t stand without being sick. His eyes were blood shot and his gaze unfocused. From his shaky movements Estrella could tell Sirius would
have one hell of a hangover the next morning.

Kneeling at his side Estrella went to touch his forehead but Sirius’ voice stopped her. “What are you doing out here so late, Malfoy?” His tone, on verge of being rude, made her retract her hand. The mention of her last name and the inquiry as to why she’d used his first name made her frown; it really was a good question.

As she sat next to the drunk Sirius Potter she began to do some soul searching. Why had she used Sirius’ first name when the two had always addressed each other using the other’s last name, usually making the name sound like an insult. Estrella didn’t have any better answer for herself save that it had just seemed right. Estrella knew if her father, Draco Malfoy, ever found out she talked civilly to a Potter she’d be in some deep shit, but for some reason she didn’t care.

Deciding to go with a smart-ass answer she said, “Well, it is your name isn’t it?”

Rising from her spot on the grass she moved off, toward the Black Lake, tearing a good-sized bit off her robe as she went. Reaching the bank Estrella dipped the cloth into the icy water, successfully soaking it.

Once the cloth was thoroughly wet she went back to Sirius and knelt at his side again. Gently she began to place the cold cloth on his face. “Your going to be seriously sick for a couple of hours,” Estrella whispered, more to herself than to her patient.

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Watching as she went to place her hand near his face, Sirius was still confused as to why this evil beauty was still standing next to him. Though when he had said what he said, she pulled her hand away from him, and he watched calmly as she did not answer, but continued to sit next to him, and seemed to be lost in thought. What she was thinking about, he could only wonder. And actually, he was, he was using his drunken brain power to try and think of what this girl might possibly be thinking about.

When he did that he was disappointed to think of the fact that she might be just laughing in her head, about how stupid he was, and what a dumb ass he had been for getting so wasted. He could not blame her of course, and why should he? It was his own fault anyway, because he had gone out with his friends to get shit faced, and even better yet, decided on his own to stay back here and sit by the water, not knowing he would end up embarrassing himself and getting sick like this.

She suddenly responded with the comment, Well that’s your name, isn’t it? The words hit him hard and cold, like he had just walked through an icy shower, the words almost pierced him. He wondered why he had had such a reaction to words that would normally be rolled off his shoulders as though they had not even been worthy of listening to. Knowing it was not just because he was drunk that he felt this way, Sirius became more concerned that for some reason he might be starting to have a crush on Estrella Malfoy. It just couldn’t happen; it was not supposed to happen.

Thinking about his response for a little while, Sirius decided on, “So it is…” with a small smirk on his face, trying to make her look past the blood shot eyes, and the slightly feverish look to him. He knew he was overheating a little bit, and that was not a good thing, he really needed to be somewhere cooler than outside, but why would he move when he was in the presence of someone so good looking?

Sirius shook his head, why did he keep thinking like this!? He knew he could never be anything but enemies with Estrella Malfoy so why even bother trying to charm her a little? Well of course, the reason for that is because he had rarely had a girl he wanted that he could not have, and it was a reaction to want to be with her. Although, this was a different want. It was not a lust, like normal, but more of a, new found curiosity and wanting to see what could be. The thought of a real potential relationship was new to Sirius, or at least new for a long time of having been single and a one night stand to many girls, but for some reason, he was thinking of Estrella Malfoy as more than that.

Thinking it was about time for more words to be said, he settled on these: "So, Estrella… That’s a lot nicer than Malfoy,” he said pondering aloud and hoping she would comment, but she had gotten up and walked down to the edge of the lake. There she had torn a bit of cloth off of her robes, and was dipping it in the freezing cold lake. Why she was doing that, Sirius was not sure, at least he was not sure until she came back over and pressed the cold cloth to his face.

The cloth dripped the icy water all over his face, and it dribbled down his chin and dripped off onto his shirt, and down his chest. He shook at first because of the sudden cold on his skin, but then calmed a moment later when he realized how nice it felt against his skin in which the heat was previously rising. Taking in a deep breath he put his large hand over her smaller one which was pressing the cloth to his face. She had spoken, and said he would probably be very sick feeling for a few hours now. He picked her hand up in his, and took it off his face, taking the cloth in the hand that was previously supporting his sitting position, holding it to the back of his neck now.

“Why are you doing this?” he asked curiously, his grey blue eyes full of wonder, and almost awe wondering why someone he was enemies with, was trying to take care of him. He pulled her hand back to his face for a moment, and kissed it lightly, “Thank you anyway…” he said, then adding, “And I swear, I would have done that even if I wasn’t drunk of my ass.”

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Estrella had heard his comment about her name being nicer than Malfoy. She’d smiled a little but said nothing, continuing to care for him. That is until he placed his hand over hers. The sensation was strange, comforting, and—pleasant? Estrella would have frowned had his blue gray eyes not captivated her. Even when they were bloodshot Estrella found Sirius’ eyes enchanting.

As she sat there, staring at his handsome face she fell into a trance like state. She dared not move or make a sound; afraid that this fluttering inside her chest would disappear and she’d find herself in her bed in the Slytherin dungeons and this would have been a wonderful dream.

She didn’t understand this feeling that was consuming her whole being. Sure she’d had boyfriends, but that had been nothing like this at all. She hadn’t blushed because of a boy since first-year but now with just a simple gesture from Sirius she could heat rising in her cheeks.

Estrella was distracted from her thoughts when Sirius asked her why she was helping him. About to answer, she stopped when he removed her hand from his face. She was hurt, but only for a second because he lifted her hand to his lips and kissed it, assuring her he would have done that even if he wasn’t drunk off his ass.

Estrella smiled softly and whispered in his ear, “If you weren’t drunk off your ass I’d be flying and you wouldn’t be here. Not that I’m complaining.” Estrella drew back, but barely allowing some space between their faces but not a lot.

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Sirius was not entirely sure that she believed that he would have done that no matter what, but a thing that compelled him that much would have been the same no matter what the circumstances of his soberness were. He could not understand what it was, but something about her, not just tonight but recently, was giving him this unknown feeling that resembled a stomach ache, like it was doing summersaults on its own inside his skin. Perhaps this was the feeling some referred to as ‘butterflies’ but Sirius had never experienced it before, or at least not this badly, and he knew it was not just the alcohol threatening to come up.

She made the comment that if he were not drunk then she would be flying and would not be here paying attention to him. Thinking on that for a moment, Sirius realized that if he had not gotten drunk, she was right, she would be minding her own business and he would be sitting by the lake clearing his head. Sorting through his thoughts would not work out so well in his current state, but it had been a good idea when he left the common room.

Thinking about that made Sirius wonder if there was a reason he had wanted so badly to get drunk tonight, and if that maybe that reason was to get them together to talk alone, without the pressure of everyone else around them expecting sparks to fly every time they were within five feet of each other. Figuring that maybe he should ponder this when he was kind of thinking straight again, Sirius looked up to smile at Estrella. She really was pretty after all… He hated that the school knew them as enemies, which made his current idea harder.

What exactly is his current idea? Sirius was thinking of asking her out. There had never been a girl he did not want really, but never one he wanted this much. But then again, she would probably not want anything to do with him in that case. He did for a moment or two though, and he could imagine the two dancing together at the upcoming ball, him with his arms around her waist, hers around his neck. Why was he having these thoughts? He knew they could never be.

What happened next, he never would have predicted. He hated it when his heart and hormones acted without any warning to his brain whatsoever. Sirius had leaned pulled Estrella’s head closer to his, and kissed her gently, with his alcohol smelling breath and all. It was not even a big full on make out kiss. Just a light, gentle peck on the lips, but what surprised him the most was that he had done it. Why had he done it? Obviously he wanted to, but still he needed to learn to think before he acted.

He tore his eyes away from her shortly after the kiss, and forced himself to look at the ground. For a long time, he did not say anything, nothing at all, leaving it in complete and awkward silence. But he could not do that much longer, he had let go of her hand, and started to pull grass up out of the ground under him. “I’m sorry…” he muttered hoping she would not get up and leave now, after all, he had no proof she liked him back.

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Estrella watched as Sirius’ face became an open book while he was lost in thought. She could tell he was sorely confused but had no clue as to what was making him frown like that. Holding back laughter she continued to watch this most amusing show, not realizing her actions were the cause, her presence the reason.

Estrella still had not moved back from when she had whispered into Sirius’ ear. She felt too comfortable to be sitting there at his side, their thighs pressed against the others, his face barely a breath’s away from hers. Estrella felt saddened that they couldn’t be like this in public, where they were expected to hex each other on site. It would mean social chaos if she started dating a Gryffindor, she a Slytherin. Personally Estrella wouldn’t mind breaking down a couple of century-old barriers but she feared Sirius would rather die than go out with her.

She had, of course, figured this without Sirius’ opinion and was rather surprised when she found herself being pulled forward ever so slightly by the object of her affection. As he placed his lips over hers Estrella could swear she heard something that sounded like the heavenly hosts praising the lord for this event finally occurring.

The kiss was not meant to initiate a make-out session. It was soft, sweet, tender, and fleeting but the electric shock that racked her body because of it left her breathless and weak. When she was finally able to regain control of her breathing again, she opened her eyes. Estrella frowned: when had she closed them? It did not matter she guessed, turning sparkling hazel eyes on the embarrassed boy before her. When he apologized Estrella asked softly, “What is there to be sorry for? If I didn’t know how drunk you are I’d say kiss me again.”

He looked so pitiful that Estrella had the mad urge to hug him as he sat there picking tufts of grass. Switching her position around Estrella situated herself so that she sat cross-legged in front of Sirius, rather than at his side, with her head propped up on his knees, which his arms were wrapped around.

With a happy grin Estrella said in a prim voice, “Well Mr. Potter, now that you have taken my first kiss are there any pointers you’d like to give?” Estrella hoped that teasing him might rouse his normal boyish antics, which—though she’d never admit it—she’d become quite fond of. This sad, mopey Sirius made her stomach clench and some dormant instinct rise to the surface and, personally, she wasn’t quite comfortable doing what that instinct was telling her to do.

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Sirius still had his face down toward the ground, contemplating his next move. What was he supposed to do? Normally, if he had kissed a girl, he would not have done it like that; it would have been inducing a make out session along with many other acts that might have followed it. Never had a kiss really had such passion or desire behind it, which he had almost not wanted to continue it, for fear of getting… Rejected? Yes, Sirius knew it could happen, and it had, many times, but this time it felt like if that were going to be the case, he would actually be kind of hurt more than disappointed.

After he said he was sorry, he kind of hoped she would not say something like, ‘You should be!’ or perhaps, ‘Why did you think I would want to kiss you?’. Luckily for him, that was not the case. When she finally spoke, it was words he was happy to hear, that’s for sure. She asked what he had to be sorry for, and added that if he were not drunk she would have asked him to do it again. He was not sure exactly how to react to that, in any way except for the small grin coming into play across his face once again, but still not looking up at the Slytherin Princess before him.

The sudden movements of the girl beside him made his eyes come frontward and looking up momentarily, long enough to notice that she had moved to sit cross legged in front of him, rather than at his side, pressed against him. He had barely noticed her move, but that could be the fault of the alcohol, and he was almost sure it was. What Sirius did notice was that in thinking about all this he had not been thinking about the sick feeling he had had earlier before she showed up and helped him out. He was still not sure what had compelled her to do that, but he was very happy that she had.

“Well Mr. Potter, now that you have taken my first kiss are there any pointers you’d like to give?”

A very surprised and skeptical look played on Sirius’s face, as well as the small grin that had not left since she had said what she said only moments before. First kiss? No way, there was absolutely no way that Estrella Malfoy had gone until sixteen without ever kissing a guy. She was far too beautiful to not have had a boyfriend that kissed her and held her hand and such, if not more. But the way she said it, she sounded so sincere. How that could be possible of her, he had no idea.

Sirius could remember his first real kiss; it had not been as wonderful as everyone said. I mean, it was great, she was pretty and there had been a long nurtured crush behind it, but it just… Wasn’t a real remember-able thing. He looked up at her, still with curioucity in his eyes. “That wasn’t really your first kiss, was it my dear?” Without really realizing it, Sirius had turned on the teenage boy charm, that he always used when he was trying to impress a girl, but tonight it was different, he was using it to ask a serious question.

When he figured that she must be serious, (why else would she have said it?) that he might as well play along with her question. “Well, Miss Stella, if I were you, I would lean a little closer,” he let his face be close to hers, his forehead barely resting against hers. “And I would look into your beautiful eyes,” the whole while he said this, his bloodshot eyes were locked on her sober ones. “And I would tip your head up, and do it again…” And with that he leaned his head down toward hers, and gently kissed her again, this time being just the tiniest bit of a tease with his tong, and as he prayed to God he had not taken it too far, he was also the happiest he had been in a long while.

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Estrella watched as he looked up at her, surprise in his very bloodshot eyes. Even though his gaze was slightly dazed it still took her breath away; he looked at her with such intensity. To her in this short amount of time he had become her knight in shinning armor, and she didn’t even know why.

When he said that that couldn’t really be her first kiss Estrella nodded with her eyes on the ground, ashamed. Estrella didn’t look up, even though she knew Sirius had to be giving her this incredulous stare. She was pleased to hear, however, the boyish charm come back to his voice.

His next words caught her a little off guard. ”Well, Miss Stella, if I were you, I would lean a little closer.”

She felt him move and she lifted her head. His forehead was resting gently against hers and she felt complete and total contentment. Just to stay like that forever would make her the happiest girl in the world, she was sure. Her hazel eyes locked with his gray ones and for a moment she thought she saw something flicker in their bloodshot depths, but then it was gone and Estrella refocused on the moment.

As he explained what he would do, he did it. He placed two fingers gently against her jaw and tipped her head up slightly and placed his mouth over hers. This kiss was different than the first one. There was no electric shock but rather a warming sensation starting from where their skin touched and spreading all the way down to her toes. And when he licked her lip she opened her mouth ever so slightly and wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers playing with his thick, black hair.

‘This has to be what heaven feels like,’ Estrella thought as she lost all awareness to the explicit joy now coursing through her body.

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As he pressed his lips to hers once more, she did not flinch or pull away, but merely kissed back gently, not objecting when he slipped his tongue against her lips, she opened her mouth, just a little as though unsure. This time he did not pull away cutting their kiss short lived, but continued for a few minutes, eyes shut tight passion in his kiss, moving his head periodically, giving her a few moments here and there to breathe, before he finally broke their embrace. She seemed to have enjoyed the kiss, but he could not be sure of course. Then again, she must have, considering it was him, and they were supposed to be enemies, and she had not pulled away but continued to kiss him with the same unsure passion he had.

When he opened his grey green eyes, and looked so deeply into hers that he thought he might get lost in her gaze. She was so kind, and so innocent, how could he be doing this to her? He took her first kiss, and he kept advancing when he knew she could not be with him for many reasons. One, their parents would flip. Two, their friends would flip. Three, the entire school would evolve into chaos because the two mortal enemies were now dating. What was to say that it wouldn’t work out anyway, and then things would be weirder between her and her best friend than it might be with them together, if they broke up.

Why was he even thinking of the possibility of them dating? He knew it could and would never happen. No matter how much he wanted it to, he knew it could never be. For the reasons he had just thought of and much more. His head was swimming, new ideas forming in his brain, and more impulses like the first one kept trying to over take him. Why in the world did he have to have this weird attraction to Estrella Malfoy? After all, she was a Slytherin, and this was not normal. He had always had small attractions to other girls, wanted to flirt, wanted to kiss, wanted to… well, do much more than just that. But this time it was different, this was not an impulse to get her in bed, or even to have a little more fun than this.

This was an impulse to hold her close to him, to just hold her there, with his muscular arms around her small framed body. To lean his forehead against hers once more and to look into those gorgeous eyes forever. The weirdest part is that he had not urge to take her to bed, or to get a drink with her, or to do any of the stuff he normally did with girls. This really was a first for him, and he did not exactly understand it per say, all he knew was that he wanted to kiss her, and hold her close to him, and he wanted that moment when it happened to last forever.

When nothing had been said after a few minutes, he started to wonder if he had indeed done something wrong. But to keep up with the flirty act, he picked up her smaller, paler hand in his. He laced his long thick fingers and her thin ones, and then leaned back and pushed himself to a standing position and tugged lightly at her hand, trying to get her to follow suit. He kissed the top of her hand once more with the soft touch of his lips on her skin, and waited for her to speak to him, for at the moment, he was completely content and completely lost for any words at all.