magnetic touch

Whoever took my diary, fuck you.

"I hope they do, I feel sorry for them if not," she replied, not really sure what to make of Cormac. "I’m sure we’ll all be thankful for it one day. Maybe he’ll grow up to make amazing fireworks like the ones the twins set on Umbridge," she grinned, replaying the memory in her head, all the bright colours bouncing around the room, it was so exciting. Irina walked towards Seamus before stopping and turning to Cormac, "maybe you should ask since I’m in Slytherin and all," she suggested with a pout pulled to the side in thought. (aka :/ because idk how else to explain it)

There was not much to say for Cormac and it made him feel weird. Usually he is comfortable around girls, but somehow that changed and he felt that they would never be on the same personal level, at least that's what he thought when she began to talk about fireworks. "No one can beat the twins", he replied and shrugged, "I'm sure he will end up dead at some point", he said and looked down, realizing that this was kind of harsh, but at this point of the day he was just completely annoyed at how someone can be so fucked up to steal his diary. Walking towards Seamus, he stopped and looked at Irina who just pouted at him, so he turned his head towards the boy in front of him. "Did you blow up my diary, Finnigan?", he just asked and raised a brow at him, looking at Irina to check if he's done right, but somehow he guessed it was the wrong thing to say.

Coriella: One Last Dance

Much to her dismay, Cormac could not be swayed to go somewhere else. Ariella’s eyes darted around the room. “Everyone’s going to laugh at me,” she said. She gave him a stern look, “And I will not be laughed at.” That was one thing on the earth that Ariella did not stand for, it was to be made fun of - of course, in a friendly way it was alright, but she knew her dancing skills would be mocked for sure. When he admitted he was a good dancer she relaxed a little, thinking maybe he could just make them both look good. As he held his hand on the small of her back, his other holding her hand to his chest, she looked into his eyes as the music started up. She let out a tiny whimper at the thought of dancing around and sighed as she moved her left foot when he said. Her shoulders relaxed a little at his words and her eyes closed almost as if she was a puppet on a string for him, bending her body to his will. As he held her close, they began to move, she moving wherever he led her.

Laughing loudly at her look, Cormac tried to control himself and tried to hold back further laughs, but the way her eyes darted at him and the way her voice was more a command then anything else made him laugh. Not because he feared that people would laugh at her, he was sure she would be just fine, but because she thought she could have a chance against him. "No one will laugh at you", he tried to calm her, "and if someone dares to do it, I will punch them in the face" Hearing a whimper as he began to move, the grin grew wider and wider on his face, enjoying every second of her personal torture. As both began to move and she closed her eyes, relaxing her muscles, it was a lot easier for him just to take the lead and to move her around with him. "See, not that hard is it?", he asked knowing the answer and it made him happy, leaning in a little so that his lips were next to her ear, "and no on is laughing at you", he said and smiled softly, pulling her closer to his chest. 

Whoever took my diary, fuck you.

Irina laughed a little at his comment about Ron, “you’re so nice to your friends,” she replied sarcastically, rolling her eyes a little. “I doubt he would’ve wanted to eat your journal and if Finnigan blew it up, you’d know,” she commented, turning into the hall. ” Okay, Finnigan is sitting over there,” she informed, pointing toward the Gryffindor table where some boys were playing Gobstones, “let’s go ask him some questions.”

"Thats how I treat people I love", he said and smiled a bit, "they know I'm just kidding." Laughing at her comment, he moved his hand through his hair, "yeah you're right, Finnigin would have blown up the whole Great Hall with his talent", he added and laughed, looking into the big room, "yeah, let's ask him", he agreed and began to walk towards him, "but I'm not sure if he saw it, he was too busy with trying one of his glorious spells."

Whoever took my diary, fuck you.

"What? It’s true," she replied, shrugging her shoulders. Irina nodded, "okay, let’s go to the Great Hall first and ask around," she turned and walked towards the hall, "do you remember who you were sitting with?" she asked, her eyebrows rising a little. SHe hoped they would find his journal, Cormac seemed to put on a front a lot and she wanted to see behind it.

Walking towards the Great Hall, he looked at her, no smile passing his lips. "I was sitting next to Ronald", he said and shrugged, "that's why I said he might have eaten it, would make sense", Cormac said and sighed, "on the other side there was Finnigan and I doubt that he blew it up, since we're not in Potions right now, but who knows, he destroys everything he touches."

Whoever took my diary, fuck you.

"I’d accept the fact that I’ll probably never get it back once I’ve looked in all the obvious places, but I have nothing to hide so I wouldn’t really care," she replied, nonchalantly. "Is it bound or does it have a pattern or just plain leather?" she asked, hoping she wouldn’t mistake it for another. "We could, he seems to be in the Great Hall a lot, we could ask the elves too?" she suggested, lifting her eyebrows as her voice rose slightly in question.

Just raising an eyebrow, Cormac left what she said uncommented and moved on to her other questions. "It is bound, no pattern, just plain leather", he simply replied and looked around, squeezing his eyes a little, "fine, as long as I get it back."

Long Way Down || Coriella

She smiled softly when he said he was staying over. Even if he hadn’t planned on it, she had. She would have begged if she had to. She needed him tonight, to stay, to talk, to make love, to hold her. After the day she had, she needed him. As they maneauvered their way under the covers, she scooted her body to his, feeling the warmth from his body against hers. He was so comfortable, and the sight of him in her bed was unreal - but she loved it. He made the job about her and Draco having sex and she let out a small laugh, shaking her head. “No,” she said. “I didn’t have sex with Draco.” Looking back up at him, she placed a hand on his chest, her eyes trailing from his eyes down to her hand, focusing on it a moment trying to think of where to begin. “I just..” she started looking back up into his eyes. Her eyes darted back and forth from eye to eye trying to decide which one she’d look into and she bit her lip. “I just have a lot of things in my past, things I hide from people, and I.. I don’t want to hide them from you. And I guess I just want to give you the change to..” her voice caught in her throat as a lump formed. She swallowed it down, trying to hard not to choke on the words she was about to say. “I just want to give you the chance to leave, if you wanted to… after you heard what I need to say.” 

Feeling her moving closer underneath the blanket made him smile, thinking about that this has been one of his dreams for a while now and now it was true, she was there with him and Cormac would never let her go again. Her skin was so soft against his and he had to touch it, caressing her as she laughed, because of his joke. "Ok, good", he said and laughed softly into her hair, "I was just making sure", he said and grinned, "in my mind Draco is gay", he added and laughed, the sound of his voice vibrating inside of his chest. As both of their smiles faded, he looked down at her and he was a bit worried, because Cormac saw that it was obviously hard for her to tell him. Her voice became so weak, so weak and breakable and he was now worried, thinking about what might have happened in the past that made her like this. Pulling her closer as she had to stop speaking for a second, he kissed her head and hoped that would make it a bit better. "I'm sure whatever it is, I won't leave you, ever", he said and pulled her even closer, her head pressed against his chest now, "you're all I ever wanted."