confessions of sorts{Evan}

[MEGAN VICTORIA TAYLOR]

Megan could not believe that two months had passed already. Two months since the start of the term began. Two months since that faithful encounter that seemed ages ago. She took a deep shaking breath as she gazed at her reflection in the mirror. The black haired girl was having second thoughts with the strapless silver dress. She idly glanced at her wand on the bedside table wondering if she would be able to make the straps appear. The dress was long enough that was for certain. Falling just below her ankles. She wanted to make sure that she looked modest. She wanted to look just the way that Allison had taught her. Look modest instead of trashy. The fifth year slowly pulled her hair up into an elegant bun. She took a deep shaking breath as she went back to her trunk. I thought I had it somewhere, she mused silently to herself as she moved her things aside. Ah ha! Here we go. I knew I had it. Megan slowly pulled out a silver lacy shawl. She was surprised she had gotten this dress at the last minute. The event had been announced a few weeks ago. She had ran up the stairs to the Ravenclaw Tower and written to her parents, asking if they would be able to pull the dress out of her closet. It was one of the few muggle clothing that Megan owned that had looked good.

She still could not believe that muggle dresses were allowed. Even better still, Megan could not believe that this would probably be her last night on earth. She had the chills when the Headmaster announced the even. A mystery dance had sounded fun. It was what she had needed after two months of Evan running her ragged. At first Megan had thought the blood bath part was added as a joke. One look at the Headmaster’s face and one could tell he wasn’t kidding. Just what I always wanted, she thought sarcastically. An excuse to be even more paranoid and to look back my shoulder. Evan better stay out of my way tonight. I want everything to be perfect. She frowned now as she placed a few feather pins in her hair, complimenting the dress. She had left a strand hanging down. She felt safer when her fingers made contact with the wand. At least she could relax. For now anyways. She scowled at the direction her thoughts were going as she walked out of the dormitory. It was a bit odd that Alexis and Katherine weren’t in the dorms with her. Maybe the two girls had decided to go down to the hall early. Merlin she hoped so. “Megan!”

The Ravenclaw stopped at the sound of her name, hope fluttered in her as she turned, thinking it was her friends. Her heart sunk as she saw Elizabeth but she smiled a bit. Elizabeth was, needless to say, stunning. “Do you want to walk together?” She bit down on her lower lip. Privately Megan was hoping that she would be able to sneak a glance at Ethan or Kevin. Hopefully they would be able to recognize each other. Still, Megan wasn’t that cold hearted enough to turn down her dorm mate. The two girls strolled through the halls. Megan keeping an eye on her surroundings as Elizabeth talked softly. She nervously smoothed down her dress as the two girls entered the Great Hall. Elizabeth parted after giving her thanks. Megan watched the other fifth year girl walking away as she sighed. Merlin help us all tonight, she silently prayed as she slowly walked forward. She glanced around at her surroundings. Not a lot of people were out this early. An hour or two before the dance but Megan was ready to get this over with. She continued to gaze at the people and felt her heart sinking as she realized that her friends weren’t there. She just hoped that they were alright.

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Notes. Let's get this started now!
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[EVAN JARED ROSIER]

Evan paced up and down the sixth year Slytherin dormitory like a caged tiger. Tigers did it because they were locked up and bored and eventually they went mad. Evan felt like he was quite close to going mad. The school year had started so well what with the new headmaster being in charge and the new rules and he had wasted no time breaking them in and using them to his advantage by claiming Megan. But things had started to change. Inside of him mostly. He had thought that claiming her would be a good idea. That having control over her and causing her pain would make him get over those moments in his head when he felt like he cared for her. But things hadn't exactly worked out properly like that. He was seeing every side of her now and there were brief flashes that were occurring scarily more and more often where he liked what he saw.

He couldn’t let himself think like this though. It was wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong. Perhaps she would die tonight and then he wouldn’t have to worry anymore because he’d go back to feeling nothing. He could find someone else to claim. Or maybe he wouldn’t because this having control over someone was a lot of hassle that he wasn’t sure he could be bothered with anyone else. Stop it, Evan. He warned himself as the fifth year Ravenclaw’s face floated into his mind again. He had to push her out. And that meant that tonight he would not be seeing her. Tonight he would leave her alone simply to prove to himself that he did not give a damn about her. If he could get through tonight without even looking her way then that would be enough to settle him down and he’d no longer have to worry that, dare he even think it, he was getting feelings. It sent disgusted shivers down his spine. Evan was above such things hands down let alone with half-bloods like her.

He glanced at the clock on the wall and realised he was beyond late. He forced himself to stop his incessant pacing and examined himself on last time in the mirror. He’d been ready for ages; wearing his deep red dress robes; his dirty blonde hair gelled neatly into his usual style. It was like he was procrastinating but he shouldn’t be. Tonight was a chance to go wild; to get involved in this bloodbath would be thrilling. So why was he hesitating over going? It was like his brain was telling him that something else was going to happen... He told himself quickly to get over it and he stormed from the dorms and the common room towards the Great Hall. He didn’t bother glancing at the decorations, he didn’t care how fancy it looked, but he did like however the tense, creepy atmosphere; that was enough to settle him right down and he shifted ghostlike through the milling students, searching for something to drink.

Alcohol. Some student somewhere had to be sneaking in alcohol. And low and behold, in a dark, hidden corner a couple of sixth year Ravenclaws were pouring firewhiskey into a batch of pumpkin juice. Evan got himself a large glass, drained it and then grabbed another. If he was buzzing tonight then it would be much more enjoyable. He leaned against a wall and glanced around and as his sharp green eyes gazed over the Hall they fell onto the one person that he didn’t want to see. His pupils widened. In fact, his whole expression softened until he realised what he was thinking and he rearranged it back into a scowl at himself. He looked away from her. But he couldn’t stop himself from looking back up and then his legs were moving and he was walking towards her like he had an agenda and he was thinking that this was both good and stupid and that he wasn’t entirely sure what he was going to do when he got to her.

”Hello Megan.” His lips twisted into a smirk, his eyes raking her up and down, damning the thoughts in his head. He impulsively reached out, his hand grazing the open skin on her shoulder, across her collarbone to the other side. She was his, he argued, so why couldn’t he touch her? He meant nothing by it. ”You’re looking particularly lovely tonight.” He somehow managed to make his voice sound lecherous even though he wasn’t usually that kind of guy. Yeah, keep telling yourself that Evan.

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[MEGAN VICTORIA TAYLOR]

Black eyes darted around the hall as she silently made her way through it. A lot of people were doing double takes at the sight of her. She couldn’t help but to allow a small smirk on her lips. I can dress pretty if I want to, she thought to herself, satisfied. It’s my preference to dress whatever I feel like it that day. Sometimes she would wear whatever her hands would grab. Other days she stood in front of her closet wondering what on earth she was going to wear. Those days off she just wore her muggle clothes. It was those days that she will miss more than anything. Damn the laws and new traditions, she thought angrily to herself. I will do whatever I want and that’s that! Are you sure about that? A small voice inside her head asked her slyly. Or are you going to be a perfect pet for him. A small shudder ran through her spine at the thought of Evan. Tonight she planned to avoid him entirely. She wanted this night to be special even IF it was going to be her last night. Well that’s certainly enough then won’t it? Megan shook her head at her idiotic thoughts. Shut them up already, she thought with a small scowl. I don’t need to be thinking these things on tonight.

She continued to eye her surroundings more carefully. The black haired girl wasn’t sure what to do if she was being honest with someone. Her gaze swept over the students and she frowned. For a moment she thought she recognized them but turned out they were another group. Strange how the human mind seemed to be playing tricks on her tonight. All of her instincts were on high alert as she slowly moved her way to the drink area. The Headmaster had thought it would be pleasant to add in a table with drinks and snacks. Megan could not help but to snort at another thought as she picked up a piece of cauldron cake and eyed it suspiciously. She wondered if there was a spell that would detect poison in an object. She had every right to be suspicious. She slowly bit down on it and let the flavor settled. Megan waited a few minutes later before taking another. And another. Goodness she didn’t realize how hungry she was. Was the Headmaster also planning a dinner as well? She had ate light this morning at breakfast and lunch. Her stomach had been in knots all day at the thought of the dance. She silently prayed to Merlin one more time as she reached out for a bottle of butterbeer.

The corners of her lips twitched downwards into a small frown at the thought of taking something stronger. It was an usual thought for a fifteen year old Ravenclaw. If there was anything noticeable about Megan it was the lack of drinking. She preferred to keep clean as she noticed several students with a bottle of firewhiskey. She wrinkled her nose in disgust as she felt someone watching her. The hairs on the back of her neck stood straight up as she slowly turned around. Her heart almost stopped as she glanced at the one person she didn’t want to see. Her breath caught in her throat as she gazed at him. Oh Merlin he looked handsome. She blinked a couple of times at herself. Where in the world did that thought come from? Surely there must be something wrong with her. Megan squirmed as he glanced her up and down. She loathed that look. “Rosier.” She answered somewhat meekly. She stood extremely still as he touched her. Get your hands off me, she thought to herself. Megan quickly bit down on the inside of her cheeks to keep from repeating it out loud. She wanted nothing better to do than to run. Run away and never look back.

For some reason or another she stayed. Her muscles were locked as she continued to gaze at him, finding herself telling him, “You look rather handsome tonight Rosier. Someone in particular you have an eye on?” She found herself cringe slightly. No. This was not possible. I love Kevin. She told herself firmly. You got that? You love Kevin and not this crazy psychopath Slytherin. Megan tried to get rid of that thought by remembering the many times that he had made her life completely miserable. It started off with the little things. Threatening looks and evil glares. It soon got to the point where she would receive notes almost every other day. It was her friends who had gotten her through it. Her heart almost melted as Kevin’s face appeared in her mind. She took in a deep shaking breath. Megan was convinced that there was something wrong with her mind. Why else would she be thinking these things?


Tagged. Jazz. Bring Evan.
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Notes. now things are about to get interesting
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[EVAN JARED ROSIER]

What in Merlin’s name was he doing? He was standing here in a corner of the Great Hall, eyeing up the girl he was supposed to hate. Hell, he didn’t even do eyeing up girls. He wasn’t the Slytherin that slept with anyone that moved. He was controlled, superior to such primitive urges so why on earth was his heart beating that extra shade faster? Why on earth were his palms hotter and stickier than usual? And what on earth was that strange turning, clenching sensation in his stomach? If Evan didn’t know better he would say it was a mixture between nerves and something more delicious but it couldn’t be either because he refused to allow himself to feel things like that. Didn’t he? But his eyes were drawn to the bare, creamy skin of her shoulders and his fingers still felt hot where he had touched her and Merlin this could not be happening to him.

He clenched his fists together, rage erupting through the surface and the look that struck fear into many a people’s eyes was on his face. He was so close to hitting her; actually striking her with his fist because he was so mad at her. It was her fault his body was messing him around after all. And he figured that if he could beat her hard enough, watch her bleed and suffer and scream then he would feel better and he would be rid of this damned feelings. Because isn’t that what he had been doing so far? Simply making her life hell because actually he found her attractive but he couldn’t allow himself to have her. And that had gotten increasingly difficult over the years as he realised (realised subconsciously, deep, deep inside of him) that he was actually only liking her more and so his actions towards her had grown harsher and harsher. He had now seen her at her best and her worst. Seen her smiling and laughing and happy with her friends but also seen her crying and pleading; her life in his hands. And when you’d seen those two sides to someone, when you’d held that much power and let them survive…. It was impossible to not feel something even more.

This realisation came flying at him suddenly like a rouge bludger. Except he also knew that it wasn’t a realisation as such, just deeply repressed thoughts finally managing to break their way through the surface. And then she spoke as well and he almost took a step back from the sheer weight of her words. Had she actually just said that? It sent his brain into overload. There was no way, no possibility that she could feel the same way. Definitely not now, after he had tortured her so much. But he found himself thinking that he had to try. He could do what he wanted. If embarrassment was the outcome, that was okay because he could make her swear silence. He was in charge of her, it was win, win. Of course, only a flicker of shock showed on his face and only briefly. He was a master at controlling his emotions. His eyes darkened, his voice low as he replied. ”Only you.”

He found that he couldn’t say anymore though. What was this? The great Evan Rosier, scared of asking out a girl? Merlin really was throwing him some curveballs tonight. He took another step towards her, their bodies only mere inches apart now, his gaze holding hers. ”What are you doing to me?” His voice was barely above a whisper and for the first time in almost ten years there was a flicker of vulnerability within his words. He slowly raised his hand again, but there was no intention of hitting her now. Instead he carefully, and oddly gently, pushed a few loose strands of hair behind her ears. Then he seemed to realise that this movement was completely out of order and he pushed her backwards, his hand that had been so gentle just seconds ago, slammed against the wall next to her head and he glared, breathing heavily down at her as if waiting for her to explain what the hell she was playing at.

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notes heheh, she's going to have to call him up on his weird behaviour before he spills!

[MEGAN VICTORIA TAYLOR]

There was a bit of a blush on her cheeks. Megan only wished that she would think before she spoke. Just think of the many problems that it would save her. She would not be so flustered right now. She would not be wishing she could just disappear. There were times which she dreamed of controlling her feelings. She was supposed to love Kevin. Kevin and not Evan! She let out a dark snort at the thought of what their relationship might be like. She could see nothing but torture ahead. What a lovely picture Megan, a small voice hissed at her. She let out a small shudder. The blush on her cheeks grew deep at his words. “Well then I should probably be flattered but at the same time I’m also terrified.” She took a deep shaking breath. This was not happening to her. She was supposed to fall in love with someone who could understand what she was feeling in this world. The corners of her lips twitched downwards into a small frown for a minute. She made a mental note to visit the Hospital Wing. Surely there was something wrong with her. She must be coming down with something. Yes, maybe that was the reason why her thoughts were being strange tonight.

She glanced back at the snacks and looked away. Megan felt the knots in her stomach tightened even more. She looked heavily confused at him at his words. “What are you talking about? I’m not doing anything to you. The question could be directed to you. It’s impossible. I can’t….I can’t fall in love with you.” The words were out of her mouth before she could stop them. “We’re from two different worlds. I-It wouldn’t work a-and you k-k-know t-that. Besides I love another.” It was at this moment that she had decided to shut up for the time being. What in Merlin’s name was she doing? Why was she feeling the need to confess every little to him? The one person that had brought nothing but misery in her life. The one person that now controlled her every movement. Maybe he was putting a spell on her. Yes that was it. Maybe he was putting a spell that would let him hear every little secret of hers. “A-A-At least I think I am anyways.” Her heart almost sank as she thought of Kevin. She had to keep this from him. Megan knew that he would only be heartbroken. Well…she can always say that Evan had forced her into it and there was no way to back out.

That would do she supposed. Until she could find a place where she can sit down and actually think. She grew quiet, watching him pushing the strands away. Oddly enough she felt relaxed. Just like the way it was going to be. “….What are you doing?” Her voice was equally voice. “…You’re not supposed to be acting like this….” Her voice trailed off as she realized why. "Evan. A-Are you…you know, in love with me?” It took a lot to ask him that question. Suddenly she was more than terrified. She stumbled back when he pushed her. Megan let out a small gasp as she looked at him fearfully. She was more than grateful that he didn’t hit her. She ought to learn to keep her big mouth shut. It had gotten her into trouble more often that she liked. “You know you can’t do anything about it right?” She inquired. If anything she was rambling on and on. Anything to try to get him off the current subject. That was a complete and utter failure indeed. “I-I mean you……own me. And well….” She trailed off as another thought occurred to her. She mentally cursed at herself. Knowing Evan he would probably use that excuse to demand going out with him.

Just what would her friends say once the rumors started? An icy bit of fear gripped her heart. Kevin was already angry that Evan had claimed her. He would be even more angrier if he found out. Oh Merlin did she need help. Megan decided she needed help more than ever. She shifted a bit as she sighed softly, still nervous. She wanted to run, run away and never look back. She uttered the next words she never thought she would to one Evan Rosier. "I think I love you.”

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[EVAN JARED ROSIER]

He found himself holding his breath as though waiting for something spectacular to happen. His eyes searched her face as he awaited a reply and how good it was to be able to have an excuse to look at her. He couldn’t decide whether the colour on her cheeks was down to anger, embarrassment or humility. Her eventual words didn’t really clear it up. He inhaled sharply but a slight frown creased his forehead. Flattered yet terrified. It was a good summary he had to admit and he supposed it was the answer he wanted. Yet it didn’t sit entirely right with him and he couldn’t quite pinpoint why. And so he was quiet, not saying anything because he couldn’t exactly explain how he was feeling and he could tell that Megan was just as confused; could tell that she was bursting to say something and so he waited for those words to come.

And when she did speak again, he was totally knocked for six. He had not expected her to say anything like that. He had expected a scream for help, a few insults thrown at him and to be told in no uncertain terms to go away and leave her alone. Instead she dropped the ‘L’ word, loosely, but she said it and in response Evan flinched. That wasn’t what this was. And why was she saying it anyway? Did that mean she actually had feelings for him? Merlin he couldn’t help but think this was messed up. He had to say something but he felt stunned in to silence. How was he supposed to react to that? Surely she didn’t want him to fall into her arms and confess his love for her too? She was practically saying that she didn’t and yet she didn’t exactly sound sure. He started to growl at her, ”I didn’t say anything about-“ But he stopped, unable to say the word himself. ”Oh come on, I’ve seen the lads you hang out with; they don’t come close to matching me.” His voice was low, almost seductive. What the hell was he doing trying to convince her that he was the right choice? But before he could begin to stop himself, he found himself capitalising on her uncertainty. ”You see, you’re not so sure but I know that you’re sure about me.”

This was completely unprecedented. He still didn’t understand why or when he had started trying to convince her. He only knew that his head was bowed towards her, his expressions softer than usual but still holding that arrogant, determined tone. He hadn’t even admitted that he liked her, had he? For all she knew he could be looking to exploit her, to make her like him just so he could throw it all back in her face. But that wasn’t the case and he could feel that the truth was about to spill from his lips at any second. It was like a nightmare when you knew what was going to happen but your brain won’t let you look away, won’t let you stop from doing it. Except that she beat him to it and called him up on it first. The first emotion that hit him was as usual, anger. How dare she ask him such a vile question and assume that he, a proud pureblood, loved her. She was nothing compared to him, not worth his time. ”No of course I don’t-“ He snapped back instantly but stopped. Because of course that was all lies, the excuses that he made up for himself. And so that anger faded into shame.

He dropped his hand, letting it hang limp and unimposing by his side. He lowered his gaze, turning his head away from her, face screwed up in shame. He thought about running but he was frozen to the spot. He’d completely given the game away now. There was no hiding it from her anymore, this reaction proved it all. He did love her. But he gave her no response. He lifted his head slightly at her next words, listening avidly, drinking them in but still he said nothing; he was thinking now. Thinking how to make her forget or how to torture her so that she wouldn’t ever spill this secret to anybody else. But those thoughts disappeared when those three little words left her lips. His head snapped back up to look at her, his eyes searching desperately and finding sincerity in her expression.

This was crazy madness but his mind finally kicked into gear. ”That settles it then. Yes I love you. But I’m not supposed to so I make your life a misery. But now…. Now we can be together and no one would bat an eyelid. You’re mine anyway, I can make you spend time with me and you can pretend to your stupid little friends that you hate it for all I care.” He stepped back towards her again, his hands finding her waist and gripping tightly. ”But you don’t do you? Because I make you feel everything. Every emotion but there’s one thing I’ve avoided and I have tried so damn hard to avoid it, Megan. But I can’t anymore.” His face was inches from hers but he was very, very aware of their surroundings. Very aware that hundreds of students were around them and that questions might be asked if they stood there kissing but he wanted to do it so badly, he thought his heart might explode from his chest if he didn’t. So he sneakily caressed her stomach through the dress, his actions hidden from the rest of the hall because he was standing so close to her. He was rather breathless as he spoke his next words. ”Are we agreed?”

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