U Call, and let me clear that you understood my words. They did not understand, they are those who speak and do not understand silence. But I keep quiet, and I knew that today would still be playing our little game. I gave you an extra half hour of practice, enough so that the others were already in the castle when we encaminásemos to the locker room.
When you kiss me, I felt something was different. I wanted to believe it was because of what happened with Angelina and Alicia. They, like the rest of the team, do not know our delicious routine, and defended you but you, silence, silence their words.
We hid. We loved to play, and that was a rule that made it more interesting. Game over, and something I know impossible. Although seas you who always kisses me, then I who cornered against the wall, though I am much stronger and it is I who decide the situation, you exercise control over which I have no idea.
tried at first that it was not clear. Kisses began as fire and ice, like you, proud, proud and passionate, ended up being soft and sweet, the kind that stops time and showed me that something changed, and this was more dangerous. A level which had happened by pure luck, for which he was unprepared.
At that point, always separated me from you and walked into my dressing room, slamming the door. I could not afford it, and understand. He could not allow this, every time I thought more of you, every time I import more your words unspoken, your eyes, your tenacity ... all of you. sensed
But now everything was different.
Your hands caress my face, play with my hair and down my chest in a way that tells me that you and any ride that all the anger you felt at that time began to die. Understand you can not feel angry because I'm not forced to be here, and because you know that I want to be here. Just as you do not feel humiliated.
I put my hands on your lower back and you pull her towards me. You will tremble, my hands are touching your skin directly. And it's a toss soft, almost imperceptible, but I used to head even further loss.
Here is the difference between lor is the desire and what I feel. Because yes, Katie, I wish, though it is crazy and a freak. My fingers play with the bottom edge of your shirt, hoping to get him out. And although some of you want it too, and we both know, we also understand that it is not possible.
First of all, I respect you. Respect they are three years younger than me, but you are so resolute and strong, and your silence is so eloquent, that I sometimes forget the difference. And I admire you because you are determined, and because everything about you makes me oh yes, I control the situation, but I can not rule on what you feel, I can not bind to feel anger, pain or humiliation, mostly because I do not want. But I can not force you to feel what I feel, and I'lland you. Merlin wants to think the same way.
awaits downstairs, Oliver
"
Not even a" I like you "or anything of the style, not wanting to scare her. I wanted to make you feel in confidence, and then move a little. But I knew I had to be short, concise and fun to some extent. Nothing flowery declarations or pretentious words. That was enough.
With these thoughts, he went to the Great Hall and the first thing he did was look. whispering with two of his best friends, also his team mates.
"I wonder why no Angelina or Katie and Alicia ... Angelina certainly has more character, and Alice is the kind of mature person with whom you can talk about everythinghead, but did not say too much.
"It happens, Wood, your little hunter is already a big girl.
He wrinkled his nose. "Little Hunter" was an affectionate nickname that has always had given Katie, being the smallest of the hunting team in both age (most notably) in size. "Let me
hesitation Spinnet. Why do you ask?
"Because I have a boyfriend. Roger Davies has just asked to leave.
The guard choked.
"Hey you two," spoke the least for the first time, thanks not to disclose my life around.
- Is it true, Bell? Do you go with Davies?
was a note in a bad mood and apathy in the eyes of the girl. Was rationalizedrich, Roger was a good friend and an excellent game ... But something inside her, something that had the voice of his captain Oliver Wood, was making rapid reconsider the decision made to accept another captain of the Ravenclaw. A captain of another, it was not his. It was Oliver. She hated
reconsider their decisions. "Carpe diem" was his motto, and that meant fun, take risks and assume them without thinking too much, and that was what she should do.
"Yes, Wood, hang out with Roger.
Back in his room, looked with angry eyes Oliver the bunny, which again seemed to look back this time so sad, hurt.
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bothers me more than you, "said the keeper, before placing andn his trunk and close it with a bang.
Third (Piano) is a oneshot that a drabble. Although not songfic, makes reference to a song, "Layla" by Eric Clapton, I recommend you hear (in Unplugged version), and if they can bajarsela to hear it while they read, which is not essential, supplement them a little environment and situation in which the characters are. All references I use, that are one or two are in English, because even consider it a crime not to know the song (musical culture of the 90s, people!), I consider it a crime not to understand English xD
Cit, an error that Katie had made in his student years.
- What do you hear?
"Pretty, as in" The Prophet "as in" Heart of Witch. " Is it true what they say ... that you want in the Scotland national team?
"Hey, hey. I know you have a friend writing for "Heart of Witch." I do not want to spread rumors mine.
"Excuse me, Wood. I have understood that there is no bad publicity. Moreover, as representative of the Ministry I have the right to tell me ...
"I see. Well ... yes. I want to play for Scotland.
was somewhat frustrating as everyone just saw what she had always seen. Oliver Wood was just perfect. But it had a defect:
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