Eyes meet. Sudden Slience, Sudden Heat(Padd)

[Tyler]

I looked up at the Great Hall ceiling. It was a remarkable sight. A light snow was falling in a rather uniform way. I knew that this was merely an illusion to please the students of Hogwarts, but it was a nice day to sit outside and listen to some music, or go online and check my email. I looked around at the rest of the Great Hall. Teachers were helping decorate the trees that the Games Keeper, Hagrid and his brother, Grawp brought in. ~How a mountain troll can be trained to not be stupid is beyond me.~ I thought as I looked at the trees. Then, I looked at the rest of the house tables. It seemed that there were only a good ten or twenty still left for the Holidays. I looked at my table. ~Only five, ugh, why did my parents go on a cruise this time?~ I asked myself as I pulled myself from my seat and started to walk out of the Great Hall. Before I was halfway out, I turned to look at my table again. I quietly whispered to myself, “I could’ve sworn someone was looking at me.” I shook it off as paranoia and walked out the archway where the grand Great Hall doors normally sat closed.
Once in the Entrance Hall and away from the Great Hall entrance, I took my wand out of my pajama pants pocket. I waved it a little and then tapped my head lightly and said, “Winterus.” There was a pop and a sparkle or two and I was in my outdoor clothing, complete with my messenger bag. I quickly replaced my wand into my, now jeans, pocket and started to walk towards the Grand Oak Doors. I was excited to enjoy another day outside so that I can feel like I was doing something.

During break, there is nothing to do in the school. Although the teachers are much more lax and don’t care with your magic usage, as long as you don’t hurt something, or someone. I attempted to push the Giant Oak Doors Open however, I found then unable to open, manually or automatically. I took my wand out again and aimed for the smaller doors, imbedded into the Oak Doors. I said, in a rather defiant voice, “Bombarda minima.” A red and violet spark flew from my wand and hit the small door. For a second there was nothing. Then, there was a large noise, as if there was snow shifting, and the door swung open, however, staying intact. I replaced my wand and walked out the door.

Once outside the door quickly shut behind me and I saw the effect of my spell. The snow outside seemed to have been blasted in all directions away from the door. “Wow.” I said to myself and then the cold air hit me. I quickly covered my face with my yellow and black Hufflepuff scarf, and hopped that my leather, faux fur lined coat and jeans with thermal socks would keep me warm. It wasn’t the most fashion forward outfit in the world, then again when were my outfits ever ‘fashion forward.’

I started on my way into the courtyard. The snow was light, and then sun peaked through the clouds every few minutes. I took in every little detail. The cold stones, the snow draped evergreens, and even the frozen fountains, which seemed to follow his every step. I looked at the ground for any sign of other tracks. There was none. No one had decided walk outside today.

I found a bench, cleared it of snow, and warmed it with a small heat charm that lasted hours. Sitting down on a warm bench was the most wonderful thing in this cold weather. I took out my iMac laptop and pressed the power button. It instantly told the date, "Dec. 20th, 2020."

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I sat in the Great Hall on the first morning of real snow fall all winter. Of course, real snow fall also happened to mean blizzard conditions the previous night; I had watched it out my window as I fell asleep. I figured there would not be many people outside the next morning, so I would probably go on my own for a walk in the courtyard after breakfast. I don’t normally eat breakfast but there was always an ulterior motive to what I do. Or nine times out of ten there is.

My eyes wander the room as I lazily pick up my spoon full of cereal and bring it to my slightly parted lips in attempt to actually eat something for breakfast for once. I can’t let my eyes settle, because if they settle someone might notice what I keep glancing at. Though right now my eyes probably look panicked or something because they keep looking around the room, never staying in one place to long, for if they do I might just go into a trance, staring at him. Can I help it if I want to? No, of course not, but still, I did not know why I bothered. I knew he would never want me.

I knew very well that he would want someone more experienced in his area rather than my previous one. He looked my way, and my eyes automatically shifted to the bowl of cereal before me, dipping my spoon back in it. Why did I torture myself? Someone like him would definitely not want to be with someone like me. He was in all other words too good for me. He left the Great Hall, and I continued to eat my breakfast. I knew I probably would not see him the rest of the day, for I was going outside and no one was crazy enough to go outside the morning after blizzard conditions, besides me of course.

Still sulking about the fact that my Aunt and Uncle did not want me home from Christmas, I finished up the last bite or two of my breakfast that I figured I might be able to keep down, and tapped my head with my wand, changing my attire from flannel pj pants, and a hoodie to a pair of nice jeans, and my new boots I had just gotten from my dad in a package two weeks ago, and my nice fleece lined coat. My hair was about as good as it was gonna get today considering I also now had a beanie type cap on, but hey, it would keep me warm right? Nothing could be exactly good looking on you when you have to bundle up like this. I pulled my House colored scarf up and tied it, and went to leave out the grand oak entrance hall doors.

Noticing that someone had already pushed aside all the snow, I was now wondering who on earth would have done that? I was sure no one else had decided to go outside, so I suppose it may have been Hagrid, trying to get inside for breakfast. And considering I had gotten up later than most teachers do for the morning meal, it was quite possible that he had gone and left before I got there. I shrugged off the thought, and just continued to walk down the snow covered cobbled paths of the ancient school.

Soon I was surprised to see someone sitting on a bench not to far off. I was even more surprised when I saw that he had a muggle’s laptop out, and I knew there was only one boy in the whole school who would be sitting around with a laptop on his lap; Tyler. I was almost nervous to walk over there, but common’ we knew each other a little from the Common Room and other events that required us to get together. Even more confusing to me though, was why I was so nervous to talk to him, when he was younger than me!

Oh well, I knew I should talk to him sooner or later, I mean, at least become friends, but since he is gay, he will probably know that I like him right off the back. Oh whatever I can’t worry about that anymore, my feet have already walked me over towards him while I battle between my brain and hormones. I was now within three feet of him, and I watched him turn on his laptop. “I thought I’d be the only one crazy enough to go out in this weather, so what brings you out here?” I questioned him, looking from the laptop to his face, hoping he would respond soon, so I didn’t look like a fool.

Why, I asked myself again. Why do I torture myself…

[Tyler]

The snow falling around me was a beautiful sight. I almost just wanted to shut down my laptop and just stare into the snow. However, I had to check a few things and was about to log in when I heard a voice drift into my ears.

“I thought I’d be the only one crazy enough to go out in this weather, so what brings you out here?”

I looked up and almost died immediately. Tristan, the boy of whom I’d been crushing on ever since my first year, stood before me and talked to me. Sure, we’ve said hi to each other every now and then, and were normally partners for group things, yet I’ve never really gone out of my way to flirt with him. To the best of my knowledge, he was straight. Yes, there were rumours that he was Bi, but I merely defended him in, in what I thought was the correct way. Thinking back, he was the one who helped me come out, not directly though. People always assumed since I could ‘tell’ he was straight; I had a ‘gaydar’ that lead to ‘Your gay.’

If he was just a friend, why did I suddenly get nervous when I looked into his eyes? He wanted to tell me something, that was clear, but I just couldn’t tell. ~Is it me, or did it get warmer.~ I said in my head. Quickly thinking of a reply to Tristan, I said, “You’re crazy enough? You and half the school should know I would be crazy enough to be in this weather.” I laughed a little at my lame joke. I almost let him reply when I forgot to answer his question. “Oh, just checking my email, enjoying the weather, maybe discovering something new.”

~What the heck did I just say?~ I yelled at myself. ~’Discovering something new?’ What is this, a lame episode of Desperate Housewives before a sex scene?~ I couldn’t believe that I was really flirting with a straight guy. Am I a whore?

My mind was almost on the point of implosion. What in the world, all of the sudden, made it okay to flirt with a straight person. Then, I thought it. That thought that I had been dreading for these past 5 seconds. ~What if he is bi?~ I had thought it before, but there was always something else to take my mind off of it. I tried logging into my computer, only realizing I kept typing, ‘whatifhesbi’ for the password. Quickly I gave up and started to think of how that relationship would go. ~Well I have liked him for a while and I…

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I was about to assume he had not heard me at all when he looked up at me, and for a moment, he did not say anything. What sort of reaction that was supposed to be, I have no idea, but I was happy to hear his voice when he answered my question… Well, kind of. I grinned as he said that I should know, as well as half the school, that he was crazy enough to be outside in this sort of weather, and now that I took that into consideration, yes it did make sense.

“Well, I suppose if I had really thought about it, you being outside wouldn’t have been such a surprise,” I mused aloud, and was thinking to myself how grateful I was that he had decided to converse with me rather than let me stand there looking idiotic. He spoke up again, and told me what he was planning to do on the computer on his lap. Being a muggle born, I know all about computers and technology. Much better than pretty much anyone in school for that matter, with the exception of Tyler perhaps.

Then of course, I caught wind of the last part of the statement. ‘Maybe discovering something new.’ Hmmm. That definitely caught my attention there. What was he supposed to be discovering today? I could not think of anything that could be happening today that he would be discovering, especially that had not been discovered before. I mean, he was really smart and everything, but I don’t think that this was a day to try new spells or anything.

My brain did tailspins when I realized something. What if he was talking about me? I mean, how I should know he could not already tell that I liked him? How did I know that he had not expected it for a while and had just been hoping I would fess up and tell him? No, there’s now way he was thinking that. Absolutely no way that he would be thinking on the same lines as me. I mean, a while back, he had even helped me keep my secret, even inadvertently.

A good few years back, if I remember correctly, Tyler had told everyone he could tell I was straight, when there were rumors going around about me being bisexual. I had not really had a relationship with a guy at that point, but I also was not sure I wanted to. I’ve had many girlfriends, but none of them really felt right doing anything with them. That also happened to be when he opened up and came out to everyone about his being gay. That did not surprise me much, I figured, but how he could not tell I sort of kind of liked him, I have no idea.

After a few minutes of silence that felt like it lasted forever, I was watching him type and re type the password to his log in on the mac laptop. He couldn’t seem to get it in, and I was watching him type and re type the same thing, so I followed his fingers across the keypad this time. It looked like he kept typing, ‘whatifhesbi’ and I kind of absolutely figured that was not the password to his log in.

Even more importantly to me, that gave me the answer I needed. He was hoping the same thing I was, but how on earth was I supposed to go about it? I have not done this before, not with a guy, and not with one I liked as much as him. So I guess I’ll just have to wing it, aye? “So… What ‘something new’ might you be ‘discovering’?” I asked him with almost mock curiosity, but it sounded real enough that he should take me seriously and answer me. Was this really what I’ve been waiting for?

[Tyler]

...And he is quite ho-~ My thoughts were interrupted by Tristan saying;

"So… What 'something new' might you be 'discovering'?"

I looked up at him, he seemed to be nervous, or maybe was it he had to go to the bathroom. I couldn't tell. I had to come up with a reply. ~What if he caught on? Oh, god.~ My mind was running through every excuse that it knew. Sadly the only word that could possibly come out of my mouth was, "Hot." I just couldn't say anything else. My palms were sweaty and I'm sure if I let go of my computer, it would fall into the snow. Quickly I shut my computer and put it into my bag.

I uttered another word, "Sit?" ~At least that was a little more smart.~ I was yelling at myself on the inside. There was almost nothing else I could do. I was officially reduced to one word phrases and eye movement. Never in my life was I this nervous around a guy. Even before when I knew that I liked him I was never this nervous.

I started to take in features that I had never really seen before. His bright blue eyes gleamed in the snow. I seemed to swim in the ocean that was created. Even though he had layers of clothes in order not to die from hypothermia I could tell that his build was rather slim, but he had just a little showing muscle. It was a Seeker's build. His jeans were rather nice and his boots were somewhat stylish. They had a feeling of usefulness before looks though.

Tristan would be a perfect boyfriend, physically and mentally. ~What am I thinking. He still doesn't know.~ I kept trying to convince myself this, but it became increasingly noticeable. although I was turning a blind eye to it. I had always convinced everyone else that he was straight.

I remember this one time in my fourth year, someone from the Gryffindor Quiddich team was making fun of Tristan because he was looking off into the crowd, causing Gryffindor to catch the snitch. Hufflepuff won the match and the Gryffindor's were quite angry. I defended him and even hexed the kid. His friends were rather scared to mess with me, or him ever again. ~In retro-spec, that may have hurt his rep.~ I thought to myself.

[padfoot!]

The answer I got from Tyler was not quite the one I had expected, nor was it one that really made any sense at all. He had said one simple word, Hot. And of course, that would make sense if it were actually warm out, but instead it was kind of freezing cold and snow was covering the ground, so that could not be what he was talking about. I was thinking of responding to that, but I was not sure how. I mean, it could have been fun to just say, ‘Yes I know you are!’ or something like that, but I dunno, maybe a little too straight forward.

I watched him kind of carefully, hoping he would say something else soon, but I was soon proved wrong on that assumption. Right when I was going to say something, he saved me when he spoke. Then it was only a simple word, and he asked me to sit with him. I nodded and brushed some snow off of bench he was sitting on, and pointed my wand at it, warming the seat momentarily so that it would be more comfortable to sit on. Thank God for magic, I swear.

Tyler seemed rather nervous, which was weird. We had hung out before and he had never acted like this, as though he were afraid to mess up or something. Of course, he never should have had a reason to feel that way before, knowing I was supposedly straight. But considering I was pretty sure he knew, or was hoping now that the reason I came out here was to tell him (which it was, but that is beside the point) and in that case, maybe he liked me back, and that’s why he was acting like this.

He seemed to be looking at me rather intensely, and I was not sure why but it was the same sort of stare I’m sure I have every breakfast when I admire his looks from across the house table. Even after that time back two years or so, (I really wasn’t sure) when Tyler had hexed a dude that was getting on my last nerve after I let Gryffindor get the snitch while I was staring off into space, I had still nurtured a small crush on him. You would think that after something like that, where people did mention it in a mocking way from time to time, I would want nothing more to do with him, but I think that some things are bigger than a stupid reputation. But maybe not telling everyone just yet…

I took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly. Like that was not a dead give away to me getting ready to drop a bomb shell on the guy, right? I turned over to look at him, my blue eyes totally focused on his. “So, as you’ve probably figured out… I did come out here hoping to find you… Well… Kind of…” Oh god, I was going to kill this moment entirely. “And you probably already know this, and have for a while… But I’m gonna tell you anyways…”

God I feel stupid. I can’t believe I’m doing this. What possessed me to want to do this? As I looked at him, I remembered exactly the answer to that. Ugh. “I kind of like you… And I’m kind of… not exactly the straightest line in the world, if you catch my drift… Not as much as you and everyone else always thought that is...” Oh my god I sound so retarded. Why am I doing this?! “I just didn’t know exactly how to come out and tell you that… I mean, not even my twin sister knows…”

Oh no. Is wont like this one at all. She will be furious with me, but what else do I do? I like him, and I don’t want to lose that chance because my sister will hate me… Maybe he will understand, and keep it a secret for a while… Until I think she might be okay with all this… Then again, I don’t even know if he is going to care one bit. I guess now I have to wait and find out. My hands are clenched in fists, my fingernails digging into my palms. Oh god I hope I didn’t just make the biggest fool of my self…

[Tyler]

I was so nervous, why was I so nervous? I kept asking myself that as I watched Tristan sit on the bench. He seemed to notice my staring. I quickly looked away to blush. That would’ve been even worse for the moment. ~I have never liked someone this much before.~ After a few seconds I back to looking at Tristan. He seemed to be formulating a plan in his head. With each passing moment, I felt hours pass by.

By now, the snow was rapidly getting worse and flying around both of us. It was around 10am, I was sure of it, only a half an hour since breakfast. I hope that a dream would come true; at least I didn’t have to worry about at midnight. Stupid Cinderella should’ve gotten to the ball earlier. I could tell he was about to come out to me or tell me off, I just couldn’t decide which one I really wanted at the current time.

Then, as I was contemplating which outcome I really wanted, there was a heavy sigh from the boy beauty next to me. I stared almost directly into Tristan’s eyes. He followed suit.

“…probably already know this…”

~Know what? Your bi, gay? You hate me? What boy, what? Spit it out!~ I was yelling at Tristan in my head. The suspense was worse than a stupid Reality TV show.

“I kind of like you.”

My heart did a 360, kickflip with a whozamagiga out of my chest. I had intaken a rather large breath the moment after. When did I stop breathing? My mind was racing, I almost hugged him immediately, but he continued.

“...the straightest line in the world…”

I giggled a little bit and tried to pass it off as a cough. If I could remember correctly when I came out to Sirius Potter I used a line close to that, he flat out laughed.

“…not even my twin sister knows…”

My mind was well over the shock because of the ‘line’ reference. I hugged him to the fullest possible loving way. While still hugging I whispered into his ear, “I feel exactly the same way.” I broke the hug and smiled at Tristan. The amount of relief that was rushing over me at the exact moment was too much to describe. It seemed that the world started to spin again and the snow fell even more beautifully.

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My mind was still buzzing wondering what the outcome of this would be. I was both terrified and excited all at once. I mean, just because I told him doesn't mean he has to like me back, right? But on the other hand if he doesn't, then we could just as simply be good friends with that shared interest and I would have someone to talk to about it, right? Either way I win... But I don't want to sit here looking like an idiot any longer, so could you please, please, just respond already, if you didn't know I am not the most patient person in the world.

Why does time always pass so slowly when you are waiting on something? This last thirty seconds has been the longest in my life I swear to god. To my sudden surprise and definitely to my liking, Tyler flung himself at me in a bear hug that too lasted forever, but a much more bearable forever than the previous one of torturous waiting. He leaned his head near mine and whispered that he felt exactly the same way. Thank god, I thought to myself as I wrapped my arms around his slender frame hugging him back.

When he broke the hug, I must say I was slightly disappointed but what was I going to do about it? Nothing of course. "Umm." escaped my mouth before I could even think of what to say next. Stupid brain reacting without me again, that shouldn't happen, should it? Oh well, controlled or not it did, and now I felt stupid again. That was all I could think of to say? "Tyler..." I guess I should express this thought sooner rather than later... "Uh, would you hate to... you know... not tell anyone just yet? I mean, obviously I haven't told anyone yet, so can we keep this just between us for a while?"

There. I asked. Now what though? I am not sure what will come next, but I don't want him to decide I'm not worth his time because of this. "I mean, I'll come out to more than just you... Just not right away... If you don't want to wait or whatever, I understand..." Now I was waiting for the rejection. I automatically figured that he would want someone who was either already public about it, or someone that was willing to tell now and get it over with, but I was neither of those. Well, I guess I just had to wait and see, maybe he would surprise me again.

OOC, yucky post :[

[Tyler]

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Three hours. That number exactly. That is the amount of time Tristan and I sat on that bench. Then, the next school year. Three hours. That's how long we spent at the ball. It seemed to be a reoccurring theme. Three hours.

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And now, standing outside in the very exact courtyard at the same exact bench in the freezing cold snow, Tristan is three hours late. I have no idea why. I told him to be here, and he should know what day it is. The weather is exactly the same as well. What could've gone wrong? I mean sure the school is quite hostile to the fact that we are dating, but it's only the jocks that really care.

Stupid Jocks, they need to get a life and learn to stick their noses up their own butt and not someone else's. I looked around the courtyard to see a women with quite bushy brown hair walking across the bridge. Half with interest half with anger, I quickly started to go toward her. "Excuse me, Miss!" I shouted toward her. "Excuse me!" She keep walking as if she could not hear what I was saying. I got slightly annoyed since there was no wind and I was sure that she could her me. I started quicker at her. "Excuse me! Miss!" She turned.

Wouldn't you know I was yelling toward Hermione Granger, or Hermione Weasley rather. One of the smartest Hogwarts students to walk the halls. I quickly backed off and shot a look at my feet. "Yes?" Her voice was calm, comforting, and not in any way angry. I looked up. "Sorry to bother you Miss Grang-I mean Mrs Weasley. I was ju-"

"Please call me Hermione. Mrs Weasley is Ronald's mother." She added a slight chuckle to her voice.

"Sorry...Hermione. Did you see a boy walking out here at all?" Tyler asked without giving any sort of hint to how Tristan looked.

"No, I haven't Tyler."

I was surprised to hear my name come out of her mouth. "Oh I, wait- Did you just say my name?"

"Yes Tyler, I did. I am the new charms teacher. Professor Flitwick insisted I come and teach. I'm on my way to see Hagrid, wish to come?" Her voice was quite inviting and I was almost shocked to her me invited to anywhere but back to the Common Room.

"Uh, No thanks Her- I mean Professor Hermione. I have to wait for my boyfriend. Thanks." And with that she waved, turned, and continued walking. I found it odd that Hermione would return to the school and teach. ~Oh well. Back to Tristan.~ I thought to myself.

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It was the worst day of my life. Trust me, I have had a lot of 'worst day's of my life' recently and this one tops them all. I had been planning the most perfect anniversary ever for Tyler and I . It was going to be amazing, he told me to meet him at the same place I had first come out to him, a year ago today. And it was just as cold, and snowy as it had been that day. And now I was sitting in the Gryffindor head of house's office.

What exactly landed me in the Gryffindor head of house's office, when I am a Hufflepuff you might ask? Well, the story is simple enough. I was out on the Quidditch pitch, practicing this morning, well, more or less just flying around the pitch, trying to get my head cleared. After all, I had to get my plans for tonight just right, or it would not be worth any of the work I was planning to do. And while I was out there, a couple of Slytherin's came out to practice, and naturally, they started to call me names, and I flipped them rude hand gestures and kept to myself stil. They were not even in the air yet, and they still thought that messing with me would be fun. After a few more shouts of names reffering to my choice in signifigant other, they pulled out their wands. I had not noticed that of course, because I was too busy trying to ignore them. Why should I have to deal with them after all?

They jynxed my broom, and it threw me off, I clung to it with one hand, and glowered down at them, as they laughed and kept waving the wand, my broom following it. My callused fingers were not letting to that easily, and with my free hand that had missed catching the broom, I pulled out my own wand, and tried to hex them, but they paniced I suppose, and made the broom throw me. Luckily I had only been about thirty feet above the ground, but that is still quite the height to fall from. When I used the full body-bind charm on them, and started levitating them to the point where I was smacking them into trees, a student saw me. Of course, they would see only that part, right? So then they go and get Professor Lupin. Great idea on their part, I would've done the same thing. NOT.

When Professor Lupin got there, the two boys were on the ground with bloody noses, black eyes and bruises up and down their arms, one of them seemed to be broken and they were helping each other up, once again shouting foul names my way. When Lupin saw all three of us, he pulled out his wand and threatened to use it on all of us if we did not cooperate. The two Slytherin's, sixth year students of his I believe, listened regretfully, and I tried to get up, but my leg gave out a searing pain from right below my knee. Professor Lupin helped me up, and I limped with my arm around his neck all the way to his office. There he sat me in a chair, and the two boys next to me, and started to ask for an explination of what had happened, because our only eye witness had only seen my deeds, but there had obviously been others.

After a while, he decided that the two boys deserved two detentions a week for five consecutive weeks, and another week for any offence they comitted during those five weeks. I on the other hand, get two detentions per week for two weeks, because I should have handled it better, but they had started it. I love Professor Lupin, he always keeps me out of trouble.

Now this is where I started, is it not? Three hours after I was supposed to meet Tyler outside, because I had been here for that long while Lupin was consulting with the headmaster and the Slytherin and Hufflepuff head's to make sure they thought our punishments were fair. Each of the three of us re-telling our story of the earlier events to each of the other three individually, which took a long time in itself. They had not even done anything for my leg yet, which still felt as though it were burning from the inside out. This day just couldn't get worse, Tyler was going to be furious, and I was in pain, and I had two weeks of detentions. This day just coudn't get better, could it?

Lupin then walked me down to the infirmary, where they told me that it was a broken bone and muscle damage, and gave me a potion, but unfortunately the muscle repair potion takes hours to take full effect. Instead of sitting there on my ass and waiting for it to take effect, I decided to man it up, and limp around for today, Tyler was much more worth it, and my plans had already been ruined.

When I walked out into the snow, I pulled my fleece lined coat closer to me, the exact same one I have had for a little over a year now (I love the thing way to much to give it up!) and wished my knee did not hurt with every step i took. I saw Tyler talking to a women with bushy brown hair, and instead of taking the time to wonder who it was, I walked as fast as I could over to where he stood, alone. As he probably had been all afternoon without me. I felt like a complete ass hole, this was our anniversery, and I had been out on the pitch trying to figure out how to pull off all my plans when I should have been trying to find him early, or cleaning up a little more, or... well doing anything but the one thing I loved besides him, and besides being in the place where everyone seemed to hate my guts ever since the ball.

I limped over to Tyler, and ran a few gloved fingers through my hair before I reached him, and folded my arms against the cold across my chest. "Hey..." I said softly when he turned around to look for me I was sure. I finally reached him, and shifted my weight to my good leg, and looked up at him.

I was three hours late... It was always three hours with us...

TAG tyler
NOTES tristan got the slytherins better than they got him. xDDD
WORD COUNT 1128

[Tyler]

I turned and he was there, as if on que. I noticed a small shift in his weight and looked with a questioning look, however I thought he might've sprained it from running here. I repiled, "Hey. Another three hours." I laughed a little and walked over to the bench which was once again covered with snow. I took my wand out and did the warming spell and sat.

"Now what happened this time." I knew when something was wrong. It was Tristan, I looked at his face and his eyes told the story of pain and hate. I wasn't mad at him, it was to be expected. Maybe he got caught up with Homework? Maybe a teacher stopped him? I wish I could tell that from his eyes.

His eyes, what a wonderful and beautiful sight. I always get lost in the eyes. Normally when I get lost in the eyes I start to the rest of the body. But for now. All I wanted was to sit, and give him his present. "Wait. Before you answer, I want to give you this." I reached into my bag, which still never leaves my side, and pulled out a small book. It wasn't wrapped, and the cover quite worn, but a book none the less. "I found it in the Restricted Section of the Library and I thought you'd enjoy it. It's a book of 'banned' Quiddich moves for seekers." I knew that he'd want something relating to Quiddich. After all he loved the sport. "They aren't really banned, just tricky and they bend the rules. Some even require the charming of your broom." I opened to the page and showed Tristan.

I quickly passed the book into his lap so I can stare into his eyes as he stared into the book. ~Please let him like it.~ I thought I explored the memories we had through the eyes.

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I was taken back to a time of sun and summer. It was the final week of school and exams has just ended. Tristan and I were hanging out by the Lake shore. There wasn't a cloud in the sky and the trees were as green as ever. Life seemed to be almost perfect. We had kissed, well, a little more than just a kiss. I don't know what came over us, but something did. It was great. Hours later I would think that I had found a great guy, who really cared.

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Time had shifted forward to the current day, and I looked up from Tristan's eyes to see Hermione walking back to the castle from the bridge. She casted a smile to him, waved, and walked through the main doors.

[padfoot!]

When I walked up to him, and made a comment about how long it had been, but instead of an angry look, it was a humous look, as though he were joking, and I didn't need to have a care in the world. When I limped after him as he took off towards the bench, I watched him warm the seats, and I sat down next to him. Then he asked me why I was late, the inevitable question I had known was coming. So, this was going to be fun. Trying to shorten this story and still give a reasonable explination as to why I was gone for so long.

Before I even got the chance to open my mouth to speak though, he said to hold on, reached in his bag and pulled out a present for me. My eyes sweaped over it happily a small grin growing on my face as I saw what it was. I had never seen the book but it seemed just perfect. I wish I had not left my present for him up in my dormatory. Figures, that was another set back to not being on time, and having been in that quarrel this afternoon. I picked it up out of his hands, wishing to just hold one of his instead of take the present from them, but I looked closely as he showed me what he was talking about, and explained some of what I might find in the book.

"It's perfect," I smiled at him, and he seemed lost in thought, and I knew that look on his face. He was very happy and content right here, and so was I. We had been happy for a long time now, and I could never forget about the first time I had felt like maybe I had really found the one for me. I will never be more sure about him than I was that afternoon at the end of last term. Before then and now we have been great for each other, but we constantly have to move things around due to my constant Quidditch practices, and I am amazed that my team is started to accept me and who I am, rather than shun me like those Slytherin's this afternoon.

I saw the bushy haired women cross the courtyard and look over at us, I nodded to her in acknowledgement, and smiled a small smile, before turning back to him. "I am so sorry I am late..." I said for the first time, though I feel like it should have been my thousandth by now. "I had this pefect afternoon planned out, I wanted to sneak off to Hogsmeade, or some where that we could be alone, completely alone, together. I couldn't stop thinking about how I was leaving you here on your own, waiting for me the last few hours..."

I looked up at him for the first time since I had started to speak, and I kept them there. "I got into a bit of a fight with a couple Slytherins about four hours ago or so. They were being jerks, and after they knocked me off my broom, -I was out there trying to decide how to start our afternoon- anyways, after they knocked me off my broom and I gave them a piece of my mind... and magic..." I said with a small smirk as I remembered the sight of the beat up Slytherins. They would know never to mess with me again after today.

"So Lupin got called out there, and he had to sort things out. We all got detentions and went to the infirmary. I took a couple potions, they told me to stay there, but since when do I listen, right?" I looked at him, hoping I was not boring him to death or anything and hoping the he would find the beating up of some Slytherin boneheads funny just like I did. Generally, the two of us were on the same page with that sort of thing. "Point being, I had plans and they ruined them..."

I hung my head once more, and flipped through the book he handed me again. It really was the perfect gift for me and I was not surprised that he found it. He seemed to know me better than I know myself anymore. He probably guessed I had been flying this afternoon before I went to see him. Now I looked back up at his face, and put my fingers softly through his hair real quick, leaned forward and gave him a small but still loving kiss. "Thanks for the present though,"

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NOTES my last post was better. ><
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