Drabble With Myself

Part One: Padma/Parvati "You're the most beautiful person in the world, and I want to love you."

"You're quite certain you could get used to it though?" asked Padma.

Parvati blinked. "Get used to what?"

"Me and Dean dating."

Parvati frowned at the mention of her latest ex. "Yes, that's fine. Why would I care?"

Padma shifted nervously. "I don't know...I just thought it would be better to double check."

"Oh."

***

I wonder if she knows...if she knows what I am.

I look at her, and I know its wrong, but I want her so badly. I know that it's sick and disgusting, but it only makes me love her more.

She's my sister, and I love her.

***

Padma eyed her sister, her forehead wrinkled with concern. "Parvati, are you alright?"

Parvati shifted away. "Yes, I'm fine."

"You just seem so distant."

Their hands met.

"Leave me alone, Padma!"

***

She's hurting. I can see it.

I've seen her upset before, but never like this. Never alone.

She's never avoided me before, and it bothers me when I can't help.

We always tell each other everything. Why can't she talk to me now?

***

"Is it the Dean thing?" Padma asked. "If it really bothers you, I'll break up with him."

Her sister looked away guiltily. "No, don't. Not for me."

"But you--"

"Forget about me, Padma! Be happy!"

***

If I tell her...will she still love me? If I tell her...can we still be sisters?

If I tell her...

Padma, I want you. I love you...more than a sister. You're the most beautiful person in the world, and I want to love you.

Part Two: Katie/Alicia "That was nice."

"You're the most beautiful person in the world, and I want to love you."

Katie paled. "Oh wow...George, that's sweet."

He looked at her eagerly.

She sighed. "I'm sorry, George. This is all a bit much."

His expression became one of misery and rejection. "No, I understand...I should have known."

Katie frowned. "Known what?"

"About Alicia. You're crazy about her, aren't you?"

The chaser seemed simply aghast at the idea. "I am not!"

She stomped. "Why does everyone thing I'm a lezzy?"

George shrugged. "Suit yourself. You can't keep denying it forever."

Katie kicked a nearby locker as he left. "Damn it all to hell! And damn me for being such an idiot!"

"Katie?"

She froze as a plaintive voice echoed from the pitch entrance.

Alicia rounded the corner, giving her an odd look.

Katie buried her face in her hands. "Oh fuck...how much did you hear?'

Alicia leaned against the lockers, her cheeks hot with embarrassment. "Pretty much all of the last bit."

Katie kicked the locker again. "Fuck!"

Alicia frowned. "Katie?"

The other girl whirled around in frustration and sat on the bench. "Yes?" she replied harshly.

"I...I like you too."

They stared at each other.

Alicia started again. "I said I--"

I heard you," Katie said softly.

"Aren't you going to kiss me now?"

"I was getting to it, but I couldn't quite manage to actually stand.

"Oh."

"Oh."

They both stood, their faces mere inches apart.

"Well..." Katie mumbled.

Alicia rolled her eyes. "Oh here."

The other girl's eyes widened as their mouths mashed together.

Alicia pulled back. "Well...that was--"

"That was nice," Katie muttered breathily.

Part Three: Oliver/Percy "I would never want to."

"That was nice," said Ron, referring to the fact that Oliver Wood had actually given the Gryffindor team a night off from practice.

Harry dug into his dinner. "Yeah, I'll say. Wood never gives us breaks."

"He's a regular hard ass," laughed Fred.

Percy frowned. "Oliver is merely doing his job and ensuring a Gryffindor victory."

"And wearing us into the bloody ground," replied George.

"You'll never see the value of hard work," Percy sighed.

"And you'll never see the value of anything with that big snobby ego of yours in the way," George said.

Percy scowled and turned away. His gaze crossed the table, catching a pair of familiar eyes.

Olive Wood gazed back at him calmly, rose from the table, and left.

Percy contemplated. The strange moment and returned to the conversation with his fellow prefects.

***

Oliver sat at the window in the common room

It was midnight, and everyone else had gone to bed.

He had never understood insomnia before, but lately his mind brought the fact that he was suffering from it to his attention.

He told his friends that it was stress. It wasn't.

It was him. That boy that couldn't seem to allow Oliver's head to contain any thoughts that didn't involve the two of them naked.

He tried desperately to drift into sleep without the image of that boy screaming his name until he was hoarse.

There was a faint creak as someone moved across the room.

Oliver turned around. "Hello," he said softly.

Percy gave him an awkward glance. "Hi." He crossed the room. "Can't sleep?"

Oliver shook his head. "It's the stress," he lied.

Percy joined him on the window ledge. "You're full of shit," he muttered.

Both boys seemed surprised by his swearing.

"Excuse me," Percy mumbled. "I just meant...it's obvious that something in particular is keeping you up."

Oliver flushed. "Perhaps."

They stared out the window silently.

"I won't tell a soul," Percy said.

Oliver gave him a calculating glance.

"I'm a complete pervert, I'm afraid," he said finally.

Percy blinked.

The other boy continued. "I'm into...boys..."

Percy frowned. "Being gay doesn't make you perverted, Oliver. Is that what you--"

"No," Oliver interrupted. "Boys...younger boys."

"Younger."

Oliver's gaze returned to the window. "I should be a role model. I shouldn't be thinking about..." he trailed off.

"Who?" Percy asked.

Oliver's eyes sank.

Percy scooted closer to him.

The other boy hit the window. "Hell, its Harry. I can't even look at him without..." He paled. "He's just so...What's wrong with me?"

"Nothing," Percy replied.

"No, no it's sick. It's wrong. I--"

Percy took him by the wrists. "You know, sometimes...I look into your eyes...and I can tell you understand me. " He blushed. "I...I've seen a lot of things in your eyes."

He caressed the other boy's fingers. "But I have never once seen anything even relatively sick, wrong, or perverted in you, Oliver." His eyes dropped nervously, his lashes fluttering.

Oliver kissed him slowly, the other boy leaning against the glass.

He pulled back. "You could never be Harry."

Percy smiled grimly, resting a hand on the other boy's cheek. "I would never want to."