Let the Sun Shine (Jamie)

[Verity Bromley]

Verity chose to head out to the Quidditch Pitch because it was one of the places she had never been to at Hogwarts. It was mid-afternoon and it was the first day that it did not rain for nearly a full week. She didn't own a broom or know much of anything about flying, but she had hoped to see one of the teams practice Quidditch. The thrill of the game excited her as a spectator.

When Verity stepped onto the field, it was unoccupied. She sighed and headed over to the bleachers. She gathered her long locks, pushed them over her right shoulder, and lay on top of the bleachers, taking in the warmth of the sun.

[jamie]

Jamie found himself heading to the Quidditch Pitch. He usually came out whenever he felt like flying, blowing off steam, and being alone. On this particular day he needed to blow off some steam. He was so confused about everything that had happened in the past couple of days. He constantly thought about Jory and how they had met on that perfect night. Everytime he was around Jory he had to maintain a great deal of control in order to keep himself from repeating their first encounter.

When he wasn't thinking about Jory, he was thinking about that girl who had abandoned her in the Slytherin Common Room. The memory was more like a dream. He could vaguely remember any of the specifics. He only knew that there was a beautiful girl who had slipped from his reach. He wasn't used to being rejected by any girls.

As he stepped out onto the Quidditch Pitch, he was immediately relieved that no one was there. However, as he scanned the Pitch again, he noticed something on the bleachers. He squinted his eyes to try to make out what it was. Jamie was taken aback by what he saw. It was her. The girl from his dream! He walked over to a round ball that was laying on the ground. It was one of the muggles balls you kick around for no real reason. Jamie began to dribble it between her feet. He kicked the ball hard and sent it soaring through the air. It landed two rows above from the girl he vaguely remembers meeting.

[Verity Bromley]

A loud clang rang through the air and Verity shot up to her feet. She was lightheaded for a moment from having gone from laying down to standing up in less than a second. She peered around her and saw a black and white ball still rolling around. The name of the ball escaped her at the moment. Was it called a soccer ball? Or a football? We those the same thing?

The thought was replaced by annoyance. Verity wanted to know who had the nerve to disrupt her. They could have knocked her out, had the ball landed a couple of feet to the left. Her eyes scanned the Pitch and landed on a figure standing on the field below her. The figure didn't bother to hide or run away, although they must have known that she would be mad. Who wouldn't be after having a ball pelted at their face almost. "What the hell do you want?" She demanded to the figure. she had half a mind to take her wand out right there and hex whoever it was who was standing down there.

[jamie]

Jamie's lips curved into a smirk and his eyes sparked with a familiar playfulness. He made us way closer to where she was standing, but never took his gaze away from her. The sun shone from behind her and only made it look like she was glowing. What the hell do you want? "You, my dear." He responded in his deep voice. He was pretty calm and the obvious fact that she looked as if she wanted to blow his head off didn't phase him in the least bit.

[Verity Bromley]

Verity had to choke back her urge to vomit at his response. Even as the boy came closer, she had no idea who he w--Ohh, she thought. The guy from the Common Room the other night. Her disgust turned into amusement. She was surprised that he remembered her, considering how drunk he was when they had met.

Verity couldn't remember his name. In fact, she wasn't even sure if he told her what his name was. She had heard it from the lips of some of the girls in the bathroom. It started with a "J." Jackson..Jesse...Jory... No, Jory was the name of the guy she had met in the forest, she remembered. Jan--Ja--J--Jamie! That was it! His name was Jamie. "Right." She said in an unenthusiastic voice. She didn't want him getting any ideas. She added an eyeroll for the heck of it. She wasn't interested in some bum who spent his nights getting drunk and trying to seduce innocent bystanders.

[jamie]

"What's the matter, baby? Don't you remember me?" Jamie asked, his eyes were taunting her. They trailed down her beautifully crafted body and desire sparked within him. He placed a hand on the cool, metal rail that was separating them. With one jump, he swung his legs over the rail and was standing across from her a couple of bleachers down. "Didn't you miss me?" He added with a small chuckle at the end.

[Verity Bromley]

Verity folded her arms over her chest and arched an eyebrow. "I remember." She answered, her voice evening out. "Far better than you do, I imagine." Verity said in reference to the bottle of Firewhiskey he had topped off during their time together in the Common Room. She had never seen anyone get so foxed from one bottle of Firewhiskey and assumed that wasn't the only thing he had to drink that night. Verity was able to see him more clearly in the daylight. It was hard for her to ignore his strong features: his broad shoulders, his blue eyes, his strong jawline. He was attractive, there was no doubt about that, but he could use some lessons on his manners.

[jamie]

"Ouch." Jamie cringed, she was right. His memory of that night was fuzzy to say the least. The next morning, however, played vividly in his mind. It was not a pleasant morning at all. "Was I horrible to you, love?" He asked making his eyes go wide and his voice sound as apologetic as ever. He was usually gentle with the girls he had been with, as far as he could remember. He never forced them into doing anything they didn't want to do, even if it was something entirely different from what he ad wanted.

[Verity Bromley]

Verity grinned, he really didn't remember. She could have fun with this. "Horrible? No, not to me." She said shaking her head. She made her eyes widen with fake innocence. "I couldn't help but feel bad for you! You came into the Common Room with your face covered in greenish pus-filled boils." Verity fought the urge to gag as the false image crossed her mind. "You could hardly see, you know. It's a good thing I was there to take care of you. For a while, I wasn't even sure if you would make it. You started started clutching at your stomach and calling for your 'mummy.' It was a terrible mess!" The story grew as she said it out loud. This was too much fun. Verity paused a moment to study the expression on Jamie's face.

[jamie]

Jamie's face tensed in horror. Was that why his face was all splotchy when he woke up the next morning? He certainly had no recollection of boils on his face. Did he really ask for his 'Mummy'? When was the last time he did that? His face began to turn pink with embarrassment. Here he was, standing in front a stunningly beautiful girl, who was telling him she had to nurse him back to health! Was it really that serious that he could've died? It was strange that he didn't remember any of it at all.

[Verity Bromley]

Verity glanced at Jamie's face. It was priceless! She could hardly believe that he would believe such a story. She couldn't help but to burst out in laughter. Her eyes shone mischievously. She could have set him straight, told him it was all a lie, but she didn't. She enjoyed the pained look on his face. Instead, Verity shrugged and turned to walk away. She would leave him to ponder the situation for himself.

[jamie]

Jamie's head shot up when he heard that beautiful laughter. What was so funny? He studied her face for a moment. If he had been that sick, surely he would have still felt it the next morning. When she turned to leave, his hand flew out and grabbed her wrist. He pulled her back and stepped up onto the bleacher she was standing on. He drew her closer to him, still holding her wrist firmly. "It's not nice to lie." He said in a low voice. His lips curved upward into a wicked grin.

[Verity Bromley]

Verity felt something grab her wrist and before she knew it, she was being pulled toward Jamie. She tried to pull away, but he was a lot stronger than she was. "Let me go!" She said, raising her voice. She hated being trapped. Verity was about to reach for her wand when she realized she had tucked it on the side of the wrist he was holding and there was no possible way she could get to it without being obviously. She began pulling away from him and punching his arm with her free hand, trying to get her wrist free.

[jamie]

A deep chuckle escaped from his lips as she struggled to break free. "My, aren't we feisty?" He teased. Instead of letting her go, he brought her closer, eliminating the space between them. When she started to hit him, he grabbed her other wrist as well. "What's the matter, love? As I recall from our previous meeting, this is what you wanted." He wouldn't hold her there much longer. He had not intention of forcing her to do anything, he was just teaching her a lesson.

[Verity Bromley]

Verity was stuck. He had both of her arms. He'd better hope he could run faster than the speed of light. The moment he let go of her she was going to hex him like he's never been hexed before. Before that could happen, she would have to find a way to break free of him. She started kicking at his legs hard. "Jamie, let me go right now or I'll...I'll..."