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Shiver - a distorted venture
of this twisted universe

Date: 2007-10-22 22:47
Subject: Shiver
Security: Public
Music:Brand New - Soco Amaretto Lime
Tags:fanfiction: harry potter
Title: Shiver
Author: niyki
Genre: One-shot
Rating: PG
Word Count: 876 words
Summary: Demelza is met by a Muggle friend, and things don't turn out so well.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Author's Note: Personally, I don't like it much - but eh.

I haven’t got a clue what I am doing here, but as my feet don’t particularly care whether my brain is able to reason my various movements – I am trudging down the hill and towards the beach.

It’s absolutely freezing, if I may say so myself. You can’t expect much else when it’s the dead of winter. I lost my best pair of gloves somewhere last term at school, and have been living off woollen ones I hurriedly picked up from Hogsmeade ever since. I don’t really want to point out the matter to Dad. He doesn’t particularly think about money – or how much of it we might have left – very much. Not only that, but Christmas and my birthday are both fast approaching.

As I approach the steps to lead me down to the beach below, a cruel and icy wind slices through the unbuttoned half of my coat. It’s too hard to button up properly without taking my gloves off, so I merely shrug the coat into a better position. The wind blows relentlessly, slapping my cheeks and turning my lips into ice. Suddenly, I feel my hood being ripped off my head.

“Thought it might have been you,” I hear a familiar and friendly voice say – its owner clumsily repositioning the hood back onto my head. Unfortunately, the wind has already rearranged my hair so that a good portion of it is presently covering my eyes and stuffed into my mouth.

Spitting my hair out, and attempting to push my fringe out of the way so that it doesn’t end up painfully poking into my eyes, I manage to shoot Eli a dirty look. “Thanks ever so much for that,” I say with a frown. “Why can’t you be conventional or something? And tap me on the shoulder? Or call out my name?”

“But that’s not nearly half as fun as making you glare at me!”

“Oh no! Not you too!”

“Yes, me too. I’ve heard those prats you call your brothers. Kitten, eh?”

“Shut up.”

“Aww, you’re so adorable.”

“Shut up.”

“Make me.”

I grimace at that. Eli is one of the few Muggle friends I have back at home. I suppose it isn’t so weird the majority of my friends are boys. Not if you take into account my family. Or Jill – I mean, sorry, Jack. Jack Sloper. My lips curve into a smile, but before I can slip into any sort of real reverie, Eli pokes me.

“So, how’s boarding school treating you?” he asks in a strange voice.

Shaking away my slight confusion at this, I shrug. “It’s school. Why do you care?”

“Are you implying that I generally don’t care?”

I raise an eyebrow, “Honestly?”

He raises his hands in mock-surrender. “Sorry, sorry, O Great Discerning One.”

“You merely had to say ‘Sage’,” I retort, smiling. We stop short of where the tide laps in along the beach. The wind rips my hood off my head and I shiver. He slinks an arm around me and pulls me closer toward him, clumsily trying to readjust that damned hood. Still, I shiver.

“So, how’ve you been?” I ask politely, breaking the silence that was instigated by the lull of watching the water break, seep back and hurl itself forward towards land once more.

“Miserable. I’ve really missed your pretty face hereabouts.”

“Gee, you’re a regular comedian.”

“Okay, so maybe not miserable, but I’ve definitely missed you, Kitten.”

I hit him lightly. “If I didn’t like you so well, I’d have he- I mean, kicked you for that by now.”

“That’s alright. I don’t have a problem with being kicked by a pretty girl like you – what damage could you possibly do?”

“Much more than you think, you prat.”

“Wow, I must be special. You’ve promoted me to ‘prat’ now?”

I ignore him.

“Be still my heart, the fairest one of all is giving me the silent treatment now!”

I glare at him. “What on earth do you want?”

He blinks, his expression slipping into seriousness, and with a grave tone, “You.”


“Demelza,” he whispers, dipping his head towards my face. I feel his lips grazing against mine, his arm tightening around my frame – my body tenses and I furrow my brow.

“No,” I manage, closing my eyes, and wait for him to let me go.

But as soon as I feel his lips press against mine, I know I was foolish to have waited at all. Anger and disgust boils up in my veins, and suddenly, in a matter of milliseconds, it’s all over.

I blink to find him at least ten meters away, back down on the sand, water and foam washing over him, looking utterly dazed. I gape, unable to move, unable to think really. I suddenly realise I am pointing my wand at him. He springs to his feet and shoots me a frightened and filthy look before scampering away again.

It isn’t fair. I hardly did anything wrong, and suddenly, because of an episode of uncontrolled magic, I feel the guilty one.

Sighing, I fold my arms and turn back towards the route home. Howell is not going to be pleased if he ever hears of this. I resolve, then, to tell no one.

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