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Hi, my name is Morgan
Byrd
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 | Hate That I Love You -15- (HP) |
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| Created: 2009-05-22 12:42:59 |
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My mocking expression changed instantly to shock before crashing headlong into frustrated anger.
“I don’t really think that that’s any of your blo.ody business, do you?” I said sharply, looking away, irritated. James snorted.
“Oh come on Morgan,” he retorted, eyebrows raised. “You can’t say that you have a genuine relationship by any means!” I glared at him.
“And what the he.ll is that supposed to mean?” I hissed. James scoffed at my evident ‘ignorance’.
“You hardly speak to each other! Especially not in school and when you’re out of school, from what I’ve heard, all he can find to talk about is his almightiness and his almightiness at playing Quidditch which, and this is a fact, we haven’t seen any evidence of! I mean, to be perfectly honest, it sometimes looks to me as if you spend more time with me than you do with him; he’s your boyfriend and – for crying out loud! – you’re supposed to hate me! That’s hardly the best relationship to be in is it?!”
“Don’t you DARE try and start on this one again, Potter!” I hissed back at him. “I don’t have to explain myself to you of all people!” I turned in the direction of the door back into the Room of Requirement and started to walk away but he grabbed my arm and whirled me back round to face him.
“What’re you talking about, eh? What’s that supposed to mean then?” he retorted harshly and I could tell he was getting angry. I let it out then. All of my built up frustration and anger towards him over the years just spilt out.
“You think, just because you’re Harry Potter’s blo.ody son, that you can do and say whatever the he.ll you want and no one will have anything to say to you?! That there won't be any consequences?! You think you’re so blo.ody perfect, don’t you, with your stupid Potter Parade sl.uts following you all over the blo.ody school, offering themselves on a plate to you just because you’re the son of ‘the Chosen One’ and the captain of the stupid Quidditch team!” I was getting more and more worked up as I stepped closer to him, hands balled into tight fists. He smirked bitterly.
"What?" he said maliciously. "Jealous?"
"Hardly!" I spat back as I stepped forwards so that we were only centimetres apart. “You know what? Over these past few weeks I was beginning to think that I might’ve been wrong about you, that you were actually a normal half-decent person who wasn’t just playing all your flirty little tricks just to get in my knickers. And I was right about the last bit. You weren’t just trying to get into my knickers, no you weren’t were you? No, you’re just trying to destroy anyone else’s chances of having even the slightest bit of happiness in their lives because all you want is for everyone to be as low a life as your pathetic self!” Then there was silence.
It felt like I’d been thrust in the stomach with the end of a giant broomstick. James suddenly spoke, his voice low and gruff.
“Don’t think so much of yourself, your high and mightiness; let’s face it, you’re nothing special.”
His last comment stung me right to the core. Before I even knew what I was doing, my left hand was raised and had struck him hard on the right hand side of his face, forcing his head to jerk sharply to the right in response.
The silence was deathly. My head was reeling as James turned slowly back to face me, a red blotchy mark emphasised on his right cheek. His breathing matched my own, ragged and heavy, as we stared daggers at each other.
Then he acted.
What I’d expected him to do was to wrench out his wand and curse me into the ultimate oblivion. It was what I wanted; what I deserved. What I had not expected was for him to grab me by the sides of my face and kiss me. Hard.
But he did just that. His mouth was on mine in an instant, his lips moving with an amazing mixture of aggression, determination and – most of all – undeniable passion. My eyes widened both in outraged anger and complete shock but he didn’t break away, on the contrary, he pressed his lips even harder against my own. And then suddenly the anger and shock were gone, and I was kissing him back with the same mixture of emotions, my hands sliding around the back of his neck as I pulled him closer to my body. He responded to my touch, releasing his hands from around my face to entwine one in my hair whilst sliding the other around my waist. I was melting into him without any hesitation, all of my worries disappearing as he held me there; the electricity shooting between us was electrifying.
Tom had never kissed me like this...
Tom...
Tom, my boyfriend...
My boyfriend...
Tom! |
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