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Post by James Potter on Nov 26, 2010 16:06:19 GMT -5
News travels quite fast in Hogwarts-- fast enough for James to hear that Jay Chambers had asked out Gia Parker as he was just getting ready to head off for Quidditch with Zoe. He was in a daze, as though he couldn't exactly wrap his head around the idea. He supposed he had always known this day was going to happen-- that Gia would find some guy that she liked enough to start dating. It seemed only natural that it would be Jay; he was charming, and supposedly rather handsome. And he supposed as long as she was happy, he would be happy too. After all, they were friends, and friends wanted their friends to be happy. It gave him a bit of a headache thinking of the whole situation, so he tried his best to put it out of his mind. He was glad she wasn't in the dormitory now-- he didn't know what he'd say if he saw her.
He pulled on a pair of jeans, a t-shirt and a light sweatshirt, knowing that the cooling autumn air might give him a bit of a chill up high while he was flying. He was greeted by a few people as he passed through the common room, and could hear murmurings as he passed. Obviously he wasn't the only one who had heard, and what made things worse was that the whole school had read the Tattler's interpretations of the night before. He was reminded of his first year at Hogwarts again-- after all, he had been the first Potter to come through Hogwarts, and he thought had gotten used to the uneasy feeling of knowing people were talking about you.
He figured he wouldn't have to worry about things being awkward between he and Gia now-- after all, her interests would be focused on Jay from now on. Maybe it was good that they didn't hang out as much, as it would heal the awkwardness they were experiencing now. He was glad to get out of the common room, and even more glad when he inhaled the fresh air of the grounds when he stepped out onto the Quidditch Pitch. He took off almost as soon as he mounted his broom, zooming off towards the opposite side of the field, if only just to get the feeling of wind in his face.
He turned as he reached the hoops, making a sharp turn that would have thrown any sort of novice off their broom. He kicked it into high gear, gunning towards the ground before pulling up again, landing softly near the entrance of the pitch again. He glanced up at the dark, star-filled sky, figuring Zoe would be there relatively soon. It would be nice to play Quidditch again, especially with one of his best friends. He had the feeling she was going to let him win, especially if they were playing man-on-man like they were tonight. Zoe was a talented Seeker, but wasn't the best keeper, so normally James thought he would win. He needed this though, and would probably be a little off his game. It would play a good distraction for the time being though, and he was glad Zoe was there to cheer him up.
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Post by Zoe Thompson on Nov 26, 2010 16:22:17 GMT -5
Whispering voices echoed around Zoe as she sat in her Hufflepuff dorm, preparing for her Quiddich games with James. Although she was curious as to what had incited such a cacophony of noise, she played the game of social structure well enough to know that the news would soon be repeated to her. Luckily, she was correct, and before she knew it, a pretty brunette had approached her, telling her in a sad whisper that Jay had asked Gia out. The girl seemed sad enough that Chambers was off the market, crying into her sleeve as she walked away from the mirror that Zoe sat at, absentmindedly primping herself.
So Jay had done it, Gia was off the market. How did James feel? That was all that mattered to her--obviously, he would be devastated, which dampened some of the gleeful energy coursing through her veins. She'd never believed his thinly spread denies of his feelings for Gia, but maybe this meant that he would notice her gender for once, which might be interesting, surely she deserved it after waiting this long. Sighing, she stopped her racing mind, focusing instead on the pale blue sweater that she slipped on, pairing it with her favorite dark jeans. Hopefully, she wouldn't be too cold--that would certainly provide a roadblock--but she would deal with that later.
Slipping out of the Common Room unnoticed, she walked down slowly to the broom shed, observing the Tattler copies posted throughout the school. They, too, had been expecting some sort of a happy romantic ending for Gia and James, but apparently, Gia had other plans. Interesting, she thought, although she couldn't feel even slightly sorry for the apparent end of the lovefest between the duo. They would make good friends, after all, which would only open up more doors to her.
The night air was brisk as she stepped out onto the pitch, feeling the cold air turn her cheeks a bright and shade of pink. She'd never been one to correctly estimate the weather, but hopefully her sweater would do a valiant job of protecting her from the elements. Mounting her broom, she paused for a second, seeing a silhouette flying amongst the stars. The sight warmed her heart, and suddenly, she was emboldened as he touched down near the edge of the Pitch. Walking towards him slowly, she smiled, "Ready to get your ass kicked?" She wasn't going to mention Gia, nor was she going to win this game--it would be the sportswomanlike thing to let him win, which she would do without significant complaint. She would do anything to make him happy, this was only a minor cost.
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Post by James Potter on Nov 26, 2010 22:06:04 GMT -5
Zoe had just appeared as he landed, so James dismounted his broom, and shouldered it. He walked toward her, intending to meet her halfway. He smiled, genuinely happy to see her. It was sort of a relief to have someone who wasn't part of the whole Gia situation. Ben was friends with Gia as well, so it made it difficult to talk to him about it-- besides that, he seemed to like the idea of James and Gia getting together, something that James was sure wouldn't happen. But Zoe was out of it all-- a different house from both Gia and Jay, and even if she had heard the news, she would know better than to talk about it.
He had to admit, he thought, she looked rather good, even in casual broom-riding clothes. He paused for a moment, wondering what would even make him think that. She was his friend, and what he didn't need at the moment was to make a move on another friend like that. Her voice brought him back to earth, as she asked if he was ready to have his ass kicked. "You wish, Thompson." he said, smirking and making a face at her. He was so childish sometimes, but he meant well. She was going out of her way to cheer him up and he appreciated it.
Glancing back at the sky, he swiftly mounted his broom, taking off and shouting behind him; "You'll have to catch me first!" He zoomed toward the hoops, then circled around them, floating just around the top of the center hoop. He loved this playful friendship they had-- with Ben, he could share his bro things with, but Quidditch was save simply for Zoe.
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Post by Zoe Thompson on Nov 26, 2010 22:27:04 GMT -5
He walked towards her, and her mind fell blank, contrary to her promise to herself that she would attempt to show some sanity within the confines of the night. His smile seemed to match the one that permeated her slight worry, as she felt herself begin to relax around him. It would be good to be his distraction--maybe she could actually cheer him up. Ben would probably have gone the whole hopeless romantic route, but Zoe never bought into that philosophy, preferring to believe in the theory that the best way to acclimate to a new situation was to ignore it entirely until it embraced her. She couldn't talk to him about it, wouldn't let the words escape her lightly glossed lips. He would speak when he was ready, and her throat seemed to swallow everything she could think of saying.
He looked gorgeous, as usual, which was another blow to her usual philosophy, How could she acclimate to her feelings if he kept pulling her back into them, reminding her that he had absolute control over the lighthearted thoughts encroaching their way into her mind. Hopefully he would ignore her glance, or not notice its attempts to work its way into his mind and give him the same thoughts floating through her head. But before she could stop her mind from racing ahead of the events of the night, he had spoken again, and her eyes met his as she listened to his competitive streak manifesting itself in his voice. With an appreciative chuckle, she responded, "Only in my wildest dreams," letting a teasing lilt enter her tone as it always seemed to do instead of flirting.
Bur before she could insert more of her awkward and forced wit into the situation, he had jolted off into the sky, and her mind leaped straight back to its other preoccupation, Quiddich. Mounting her broom, she followed him, leaning down close to her broom in an attempt to pick up speed. As she watched him slow, she paused to lightly tap him on the shoulder before she stopped to float slightly above him. "I think I just did. Out of practice?" She loved how easy it was to tease him, as if they were siblings.
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Post by James Potter on Nov 26, 2010 22:49:03 GMT -5
He saw her zoom toward him, and flipped onto his back, balancing on his broom to glance up at her after she tapped him on the shoulder. It was a trick his father had taught him-- chasers, after all, didn't need such balancing acts as a seeker would-- and it had helped his game considerably. His mother had taught him his other chaser tricks, and he figured a good Quidditch player could hold his own no matter what position he played. He needed all those skills, especially this year, what with him being Quidditch captain and all. "I was waiting for you to catch up." he said, smirking and making a silly face to show he was kidding.
He glanced around, taking in all the stars above them. He really loved the way the sky looked at night, as cliche as that may sound. It was just one of those things in life that were naturally beautiful like that. He should have known the different constellations and stories they told from Astronomy, but he had never really paid much attention in the class to begin with. Still, they were sort of beautiful, especially this far up in the sky. "Nice night out, huh?" he said, more to himself than to Zoe. He was feeling almost pensive, something that James Potter didn't experience that often. He glanced over at Zoe, then smiled, resuming the normal position on his broom.
"So, whatcha wanna do? Quick scrimmage?" he asked, glancing back at where he had left a quaffle lying with his other equipment. That was probably the best way to go-- it was far too dark for a snitch hunt, though he doubted it would be too difficult for Zoe. She had better eyes than he did, and if they simply scrimmaged, he would be at an advantage instead. Something pulled at his chest, and he had a sudden urge not to be flying at the moment. His head spun slightly, and he shook his head, hands tightening on the broom. He blinked, then looked back and Zoe, smiling weakly. "Well?"
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Post by Zoe Thompson on Nov 26, 2010 23:01:39 GMT -5
She let herself comfortably bob up and down with the wind, watching him comfortably show off. He was ridiculously talented--truly, none of the Keepers in the school could possibly hold him back from winning. Watching him was like experiencing magic for the first time, the way that he played so naturally. He'd been lucky enough to be raised with Quiddich, a fact that she was jealous of, although she'd always told whoever asked, with a few exceptions, that her parents taught her at a young age. He played methodically though, as if he was calculating every move she was making, whereas she relied on Seeker instinct, the mentality that had helped her to achieve everything she deemed important. "I'm honored, Mister Potter!" She teased, a giggle interrupting her false serious tone.
But he was distracted by the night, by the idea that they were only two mere life forms under the stars. She'd attempted to ponder this from the day that she discovered Quiddich onwards, but unluckily, all she'd concluded was that the night was too big for her to draw conclusions about. Who knew what was happening in other places in the world under these same stars, after all...well, her Divination and Astronomy teachers might be able to tell her, but it would never be the same as experiencing what could possibly happen during the night. Nodding to his comment, she let herself float out of reverie, her broom drifting downwards so that they were at eye level. "It's gorgeous," she commented, loving the light that the night was casting them in from the pale moonlight.
However, she couldn't forget the premise of their little excursion: Quiddich. "Scrimmaging is good," she commented, realizing that he would easily gain the upper hand. Normally, she would protest, but this was not the time, especially considering her objectives. Cheerily, she spiraled down to the grass in the hopes of snagging the Quaffle before James, her own little victory. She smiled back up at him as she reached the Quaffle, picking it up. She wasn't ready to remount her broom, for some reason, she felt as if it would be a travesty. Dismounting her broom, she called up to him, "Coming down?"
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Post by James Potter on Nov 26, 2010 23:12:57 GMT -5
He laughed at her comment, nodding in agreement. "You should be honored. After all, us Potter's are the stars of the Quidditch world." he said, pretending to be quite conceited, much like a boy that his father had described to him by the name of Cormac MacLaggan or something to that effect. "Though you'll give us a run for our money, Miss Thompson." he said, giving her a joking wink. After all, Zoe was one of the most amazing Seekers Hogwarts had seen since his father's day, even making Seeker first year-- something almost unheard of, especially from a muggle born student.
He glanced back up at the sky, and smiled, nodding. He looked back at her with a smile, agreeing with her. "Yeah, it really is." he said, smiling. But all of a sudden, she was gone, obviously heading to get the quaffle he had left on the ground. He watched her go, somewhat in wonder by how easily she made flying seem. Perhaps he was a little bias, but he couldn't imagine what it had been like for her to fly for the first time at Hogwarts. He had been flying practically his entire life-- it was a family tradition and nearly all the Weasley-Potter kids knew how to fly or were at least attempted to be taught.
Suddenly she was gesturing toward him, calling him down from his perch near the hoops. He flew lazily toward her, taking his time. He touched down only a few feet away from her, dismounting and leaning on his broom, smiling. "You know, thanks for doing this Zoe. I needed a good fly." he said, thanking her genuinely, no hint of joking in his voice for once.
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Post by Zoe Thompson on Nov 26, 2010 23:23:10 GMT -5
One of the things she adored most about him was who he was, she realized, how he loved his family but didn't /live/ for his family. "Pretty much!" She replied to him, honestly. He could be a star if he wanted to be, and he absolutely deserved it. She couldn't help but laugh at his impersonation of a snob, as it reeked positively of the pureblood Slytherins wandering around the hallways of Hogwarts. But his next comment did a spectacular and unimaginable thing--her entire face turned a reddish pink. A compliment and a wink? This was unreal, unheard of, and she had to remind herself of the actual circumstances behind it before she floated off to Cloud Nine. "I do my best to impress, and after all, someone has to make sure Gryffindor doesn't win the Cup every year!"
She watched as he followed her down, allowing her the win that he knew she wanted. He was flying as a dancer might dance, as a painter might paint--how he could make a sport seem like an art was something that left her in a constant state of wonder. It was sweet that he was so accepting of her--after all, she'd dealt with a lot of opposition after being made Seeker so early, given a reputation of being a hot-headed person trying to unseat the great Harry Potter from his throne as Quiddich King, or something to that extent. She'd never really cared, as she knew next to nothing about the history of James' family, due to her lack of general knowledge about wizarding history. He had never seemed to mind, taking it into stride like the astoundingly amazing person he was.
Smiling as he floated down next to her, she inclined her head, "That's what friends are for," she said, her voice adapting a more serious tone. Before she knew it, she had pulled him into a quick and friendly hug, reminding herself that she had to let go. She was his friend, after all, and she was absolutely proud of that title.
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Post by James Potter on Nov 26, 2010 23:37:06 GMT -5
Zoe deserved all the compliments he was giving her-- after all, she was probably one of the most skilled seekers Hogwarts had seen in a while, and luckily for her, Seekers did get much of the credit for any win. If she wanted too, she could easily find a spot on some of Britain's best Quidditch teams. He still didn't know what he wanted to do when he got out of Hogwarts, though he was pretty confident he could get a part on a team if he so chose that path. He had always sort of wished that he and Zoe could play on the same team one day-- he felt like they would be in sync with each other, even though the seeker and the chaser were very different roles on the field.
But when he talked about his own family, he knew Zoe didn't really understand the fame his father's name brought him. But maybe that was something he liked about her-- she didn't have those preconceived notions about him like every other student had when James had walked into Hogwarts. But suddenly he was being pulled into a hug, which he gladly returned with earnest. He smiled to himself, wrapping his arms around her. She felt rather nice in his arms, like she was supposed to fit there. It was sort of... well, nice.
"You're pretty soft..." he said quietly, letting out a little chuckle as he rested his chin on the top of her head. It was nice to be taller than most people, especially soft girls like Zoe... Wait. He took a step back, releasing her from his arms. Why was he thinking like that-- he shouldn't be thinking like that. Zoe was his friend, he couldn't act like that. He had already had this problem with Gia, and should know better. Zoe had only come out here to cheer him up, and now he was acting... well, not the way he should. "Sorry..." he said, lowering his eyes so that he didn't have to meet hers.
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Post by Zoe Thompson on Nov 26, 2010 23:48:52 GMT -5
It was always a major confidence boost to be told that she had Quiddich talent, after all of this time, she barely believed it. Especially when she was around James, whose fabulous Chaser skills made her feel slightly inferior. That was partially why she enjoyed hiding, as the Seeker--being in the spotlight, although entertaining, was also good at provoking the pride that led to the proverbial fall. If it became literal, well, she'd have to spend time in the Hospital Wing, and that would certainly be a buzzkill. Quiddich was where her future inevitably lay, and hopefully he would enter it with her. That would make her ridiculously happy, the idea that even leaving Hogwarts wouldn't separate them.
Maybe she seemed like an ignorant Mudblood to him, not providing the proper amount of reverence to his family name. He was one of two people, the other being Roxanne, who knew the truth about her family. She didn't understand why the Potters were a household name beyond what she had read about the Battle of Hogwarts and about James' father, Harry and his wife Ginny, as her parents had never discussed it with her, which made sense, as they knew nothing about the wizarding world.
His arms were around her, she realized, leaning into him so that her cheek was pressed against his chest. "You're pretty soft yourself," she responded quietly, without her usual wit and snark. She was engrossed in the beauty of the moment, but before it could continue, he was pulling back, looking horrified. That was certainly not what she had been expecting, but she kept the shock of her face, walking up to him to tilt his face forward with her fingers so that his eyes met hers. "It's okay," she said, without any real knowledge of what exactly was okay. Hopefully she hadn't done anything wrong, anything to push him away.
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Post by James Potter on Nov 27, 2010 0:15:57 GMT -5
She had seemed somewhat happy when he was hugging her, but he reminded himself that Gia had hugged him all the time before he had ruined things between them. She had even called him soft as well-- no girl had ever called him soft before, and for a moment he attempted to figure out if that was a good thing or a bad thing. But dammit, he needed to focus. He couldn't do things like that again, he couldn't just go around ruining every relationship he had with a girl that was a friend. After all, he'd run out of friends that way.
But then she was approaching him. He could see her stepping forward from the corner of his eye, and her fingers gently maneuvered his face so that his eyes met hers. He reached up, touching his hand lightly against hers before gently seizing hold of it. He wasn't sure what he was doing, and looked at her in confusion, if not for approval. He didn't want to make the same mistake he had made with Gia, but this seemed... well, it seemed different, from what he could remember.
He leaned forward, so that his face was closer to hers. He wasn't sure what to do, and he bit his lip lightly, looking worried. "Uhm... Zoe?" he murmured, meeting her eyes questioningly. He wasn't sure why he was feeling this way-- maybe he had just always been blinded by his feelings for Gia that he just never saw Zoe the way he thought he was seeing her now.
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Post by Zoe Thompson on Nov 27, 2010 0:26:56 GMT -5
He seemed relaxed, in the moment, at least. The tension that had seemed to rise when he'd pulled away was gone, but her heart was racing with the possibilities of what might come to happen soon. True, she didn't want to pressure him--clearly, he'd had his fair share of bad luck with his friends who were girls, and she didn't want to cause strife--but he looked happy, and god, was she happy. The only roadblock was Gia, if he was thinking about his Gryffindor girl as he stood in front of his Hufflepuff one. Had she become a harem girl? Was this just a waste of time.
She watched him carefully as his hand went to hers, grasping a gentle hold of it. At that, her heart thudded to a stop. Did he know how she felt? It seemed like he did, or at least, with her heart pounding in her chest and her head reeling slightly, it seemed like he understood where their little moment was going to lead. She was patient, though, years of Quiddich training and practice had taught her well how to bide her time, waiting to make sure that she didn't overreact or go crazy and overly mushy on him.
His face was practically hers, she realized, as it was so close to her that they almost seemed to be one and the same, equally immersed in the moment. There were so many paths for her to choose between here, but the first thing was to respond to him. "Yeah?" She whispered, her eyes smiling back at him. He was unsure, of course, but of what? Was she coming on too strong? Her immediate impulse was to kiss him, but it seemed like it was probably a better idea to see what he did first, so she remained there, basking happily in the moment.
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Post by James Potter on Nov 27, 2010 0:41:25 GMT -5
God dammit. His heart was racing, though he was still so unsure of himself. He realized he was still holding onto her hand, whose gentle pressure on his face he had almost forgotten about. He grasped it a little firmer, especially when she answered his muttering of her name. He couldn't get over how weird it was to just have her there, inches away from him. He had never experienced anything like this, especially with Gia, at least not what he had remembered. As she had described it, it had been informal and blunt, and probably hadn't made him feel the way he felt now.
Even this close, he could tell she was smiling, something he knew Gia hadn't done. He bit his lip again, feeling the breath of her whispered answer on them, realizing how close they were. Damn it, he was a Gryffindor. He could at least pluck up a little courage to kiss a girl. He hesitantly bridged the gap between their lips, gently brushing them at first to test the waters, and then a slightly deeper kiss before pulling away again, gently grasping her hand a little tighter before lowering it away from his face.
He didn't want her to think that he was just kissing for the sheer reason that she could-- he didn't know what she thought of him for drunk-kissing Gia, but this was different, he told himself. He was at least conscious of his actions this time, quite aware on the ever darkening Quidditch pitch, with the fresh air keeping his head clear. "I wasn't-- well, I don't know if-- I mean, is that okay...?" he said, having trouble finding the right words for what he had done-- whether it be an apology or permission to continue his actions.
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Post by Zoe Thompson on Nov 27, 2010 1:02:27 GMT -5
His hand was intertwined with hers, she realized, neither of them bothering to let go. This was...unusual, truly, but in an amazing way, mostly being around the various guys in her life, she felt like one of the guys, but for once, she felt like a girl. A girl standing dangerously close to the guy she wanted to be with, under the stars. Maybe James had been expecting Gia to be in this moment with him, but she was here now, and he didn't seem to want to turn her away. It felt like a Quiddich game victory, the rush of knowing that she might be close to winning the prize she'd wanted for so long was in her grasp.
She watched his teeth biting into his lip, wondering what was going through his mind. As his friend, she wanted to know, but as this new and unexplored Zoe, she stopped herself as he pressed his lips to hers, making her entire body feel an unexpected warmth. He kissed her again, more deeply, and she reciprocated, letting years of hidden emotions pass from her lips to his without letting out a word. In her mind, she was dancing, her soul alit with a passion that she'd never truly known or felt before.
But he, of course, was gentlemanly, and with his recent track record, he knew better, she realized, as he pulled away from her. She grinned at him, a deviation from her usual smile as she watched him stammer out some sort of a response to what had just happened. Her words had left her, leaving her body and heart to be in control, she realized, so she responded with them in mind. Pressing her lips to his, she kissed him deeply, letting her lips explain everything to him.
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Post by James Potter on Nov 27, 2010 12:52:34 GMT -5
James wasn’t sure exactly what he was feeling for the moment—after all, the only kiss he had ever really had was one he couldn’t really remember. For all that James Potter talked, he was as inexperienced as a first year when it came to romantic pursuings. He hadn’t ever really imagined how something like this—being so close to a girl he could actually connect with—would really feel. But now, in this moment with his heart beating hard and feeling extremely nervous, it was probably more than what he had expected.
When he had kissed her, it was a spur of the moment thing—of course, he hadn’t planned on coming down here for some sort of make out session, but it was definitely a nice addition to the evening. But he had felt her kiss him back and he felt stupid that he had pulled away. Clearly if she was doing something like that it was okay with her. His mind, probably later in the night, would wonder why she had seemingly given in so easily to his kisses. Could his friend have been harboring her own secrets for some time, or was she like him, just acting upon newly discovered interests?
He assumed that she knew why he had pulled away though—she had always been a good friend that way, being able to read him pretty well. He briefly wondered if this kiss was going to mean something for their future—she was a good friend, and not one he wanted to lose because of a stupid little kiss, but then suddenly, she was smiling and then in another instance, she was kissing him again.
Ah. In his mind, something seemed to sort of click, and he was kissing her back just as deeply. His hands wound their way around her waist, pulling her a bit closer for some nice full on snogging. After a few moments, he pulled away a bit, resting his forehead upon hers. He couldn’t keep himself from smiling, but doubts still filled his head. “Should we be… I dunno, doing this?” he murmured, looking slightly sheepish. Sure, she had kissed him back, but what if she regretted it later, and blamed him for making a move on her or something. He didn’t want that, he didn’t want to ruin something again. But here Zoe was, still standing there…
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Post by Zoe Thompson on Nov 27, 2010 13:11:24 GMT -5
Kissing James was like waking up in the world that she had dreamed up in her mind, as if she'd attained what she'd assumed for so many years was absolutely impossible. She wondered if he thought she was a bad kisser, or an odd one, or inexperienced, all of which would probably make sense in the moment. She'd always assumed that he knew all about the magic of the kiss, but in this moment, they were two children, learning all about the crevices and cracks of the others' lips and mouth. It was as if she was sculpting them, she marveled, as she felt this amazing connection to him at that moment, as if she was creating him, and he was creating her.
The fact that he had kissed her first was befuddling, yes, and surely she would mull it over obsessively with Roxanne later, but why question it? Maybe he'd been hiding the feelings that she had harbored all of this time (or maybe, scarily enough, he knew that she had feelings for him), or maybe, more likely, they had lost themselves in the moment, which was perfectly fine. She was in no mood to gripe, and surely they would talk about this eventually, when this had ended.
A part of her worried and fretted that this was the end of their friendship, and truly, that was the only negative thought that Zoe was even bothering to consider at this moment in time, when all was going as well as it did. That was why he had pulled away, of course, and she understood that. But they could be friends...and more...it didn't matter what their 'title' was as long as this moment continued, or even happened again, and that was exactly why she had kissed him back. This wasn't the time to worry about consequences, after all.
But suddenly, he was the passionate one, and her face lit up as he kissed her back, sliding his arms onto her waist. The snogging continued, and it was fabulous, so amazing that when he stopped, and pulled back, she almost saw stars, dizzy and intoxicated from the events that had just transpired. Grinning back at him, she tried to allay his fears, "We already are," she pointed out with a chuckle--she absolutely believed that they should be doing this, but pushing him was a terrible idea.
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Post by James Potter on Nov 27, 2010 13:36:55 GMT -5
The whole thing was rather entrancing, though he had never expected it to be Zoe here with him. But then again, the stars were their only witnesses to this event, winking and flickering like gossiping queens until the whole sky seemed to be shining with the news of their kiss. Or maybe he was just being far too poetic for his own good. He had never really the poetry reading or writing type, but this moment could have inspired even the least artistic person in the world to write ballads and epics.
He wondered briefly if this would spread as quickly as his kiss with Gia had. Of course, they were the only ones who knew about it, and James sort of wished to keep the whole experience between them. It wasn’t because he was ashamed or anything of that sort, but rather that it was quite amazing and he didn’t want to share it. He even had the terrifying thought that Gia would accuse him of something, or others would accuse him of simply using Zoe as a rebound. But it wasn’t like that, he told himself, though he wasn’t the one that needed convincing. He was more than happy to be here with Zoe, more than happy it was her and no other girl in the school.
But where did that leave the two of them? He pondered this as he leaned forward again to gently brush her lips again with his own as she reassured him that they had already started. It seemed silly to stop, but he had anyway. He still wanted to be friends with her, but wasn’t sure if that friendship could coexist with what seemed to be blooming now on the chilly Quidditch field. She felt warm pressed up against him, and he couldn’t help but smile again.
“I don’t want to, I dunno, lose you or something…” he muttered into the top of her head, feeling his breath warm the hair that tickled his lips. If he lost her friendship, he didn’t know what he’d do. But he didn’t want to dishonor her or whatever that shit was. He didn’t want to get her name written up in the Tattler as another one of his random hookups, making her seem like something he had just used and then thrown away. But what did that mean he had to do? The idea of the dreaded word—relationship—didn’t quite fly with him, but he didn’t know what else he could do.
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Post by Zoe Thompson on Nov 27, 2010 13:47:47 GMT -5
He was lost in thought, she realized, and she was lost within the moment. It was worrying trying to decipher what he was thinking, and yet, she wondered if she knew already, if she'd known the whole time. Years ago, when she'd first explained her feelings to Roxanne, she had been told, lovingly, of course, that if that did ever happen, there was a good chance she would be a rebound. Which, of course, made sense, as she /was/ James' rebound at the moment. What was strange was how little she minded. After all, the details were unimportant in the grand scheme of the bigger picture.
If people found out, which, inevitably they would, she would face an interesting bit of opposition from the Gryffindor girls, although it wasn't her intention to antagonize them. Zoe usually flew below the gossip radar, luckily enough, and the idea that she might enter this entire new universe hadn't occurred to her before this moment. The thought sent a thrill of terror down her spine, and she leaned closer to James as he kissed her, kissing him back quickly. She didn't want to cause trouble, but that was what she was doing at that very moment. Maybe it was something that she had to embrace, after all, she was 'one of the boys', and the boys were tough--or at least put on a good show of pretending to be. At least it was him she was opening her eyes to see, and nobody else. That took away some of the fear.
"You're not going to lose me," she whispered to him, looking straight at him with a reassuring smile, "that would be absolutely impossible." As a friend or as something more, she had no interest in spending her last year at Hogwarts without him, and she wanted him to know that without her having to say it. The gossip universe could write novels about her, how she had seduced him or whatever, but it meant nothing to her--what mattered was what James thought about all of this, and that was what was eluding her.
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Post by James Potter on Nov 27, 2010 14:03:01 GMT -5
James made a promise to himself that if this were to continue, even if they weren’t ‘officially’ anything, he would have to watch out for her. Girls could be cruel at times, especially from what he had seen from is cousins, the majority of which were girls. He remembered walking in on a gossip session one summer break, and recalled all the cruel things that were said about girls who he had always considered relatively nice girls. But according to his cousins, those girls were ‘whores’, ‘bitches’, or even ‘temptresses’, though he had only heard his Aunt Hermione use that word.
So even if he couldn’t muster up the courage to actually ask her out, at least not yet, he would have to make sure that other girls didn’t drive her away. He felt like even his cousins might oppose to his actions, especially Rose and Dom, who were good friends with Gia, or Roxanne who was close to Zoe. But he was happy, so didn’t that count for something to them? So for now, he would avoid all the gossip queens, stop reading the Tattler, and focus on what was making him happy at the moment. Zoe deserved that attention at the very least.
She was trying her best to subdue his fears—but they were going to be there for a while, especially with the Gia incident still so fresh in his and the whole school’s mind. But he smiled at her smile, nodding slightly and leaning in a bit closer to her. “All right then.” He said, though his smile was a bit of a sad one. She could easily change her mind later on, but for now, he shouldn’t focus on the negatives. After all, they were having a great moment right now.
He wondered for a moment if this had been her objective in asking him out here, but realized it didn’t matter all that much to him. He figured that the kissing had been rather good so far, despite his own inexperience, and leaned in again to continue the action. He kissed like an explorer travelling and conquering a new land, tentative at first, before moving deeper and deeper into unfamiliar territory. It was rather incredible, and in many ways fulfilled his Gryffindor sense of adventure—exploration and new experiences were something he thrived upon.
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Post by Zoe Thompson on Nov 27, 2010 17:09:37 GMT -5
She couldn't help but wonder what people were going to say--especially if they didn't have a 'title' for whatever this was. Considering the large majority of girls (and guys) known for their drunken hookups, it seemed a travesty to lump herself in with them, especially since neither she nor James was intoxicated in the slightest. Still, in essence, she was doing the same thing, snogging a guy that she wasn't with. It wasn't as if he would ask her out, she had known that from the start, but still, she worried that he wouldn't be able to absorb the crap that people were going to fling at him if they ever found out.
It wasn't that she was worried about what might happen to her when this all got out, after all, she'd stomached a lot of gossip over the years, considering her group of friends and her overall behavior and attitude. But James was different...it scared her that he might listen to the gossip and not want to be around her anymore, that he would think of her as some random ho who used their friendship as a starting point for an opportunity to hook up with him, which had never been her intention. She knew the ways of avoiding the gossip stratosphere, and would hopefully be able to enact them well enough that none of their hate got back to her.
But now she was losing herself in an awkward mixture of fear and bravado, which she pushed out of her mind to listen to James talk. She had to make him feel better about all of this, Friend!Zoe had overtaken Crush!Zoe in the battle for conversation. "It's going to be all right," she mumbled, hoping he could hear her over the rush of the wind. Then, she relinquished herself to the lust in her heart, letting it take control of her.
She wished she could read his mind at the moment--there were so many questions she had as to what he was thinking. Did /he/ think she was a slut? That would be terrible, truly. But no, he was kissing her, and she was kissing him, swept away in a movie-worthy kissing scene that she wished she could pause and keep rewinding so that it never had to end.
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