Potters And The Next Generation

Secrets Hurt

Disclaimer: THIS IS A PIECE OF FAN-FICTION, DERIVED FROM THE ORIGINAL WORKS OF HARRY POTTER SERIES BY J.K. ROWLING.

Jason

In the shower, I was only trembling. Did Mason really just tell me that he wanted to be with me? I couldn't believe such a dream. At first, the idea of being with a guy never crossed my mind. But slowly, as I spent time with Mason, I didn't imagine a good time without him beside me. Slowly, I was getting comfortable until I turned and hurt his feelings. Then our misunderstandings grew till I couldn't wait any longer for him to come to me and took the plunge myself. I'd always believed that I had nothing to lose or gain. But that carefree, reckless kiss gained me something I never knew was possible. It gained me a person who wanted to take care of me. Hide me in his positive embrace where no shadow like my grandfather would find me. I wanted to be blinded by Mason so I would have no fear to look out for. My hands were still trembling at the realization that there weren't any nail marks embedded in my skin.

Finishing up, I turned to the mirror and realized what Mason meant. While I had lost a little bit of weight. My face had changed as well. My jaw was sharper but cheeks softer, my eyes had the same look and my hair that I hadn't cut in a while had been touching my ears and eyebrows now. If I didn't know myself and had seen a person of my appearance, I find them pretty too. But I couldn't boast of my appearance. Since this was the result of an abnormality in me. Something twisted that no one had an answer to, just yet.

But the blessing this times was that, I was waking up in thick sheets and warm embraces instead of on cold marble begging the silence for help. Meaning, a hope that I long lost. Wearing my robe, I headed back to my room on the second highest balcony of the intriguingly structured burrow and changed to jeans and a full sleeve shirt in the empty room. Heading down the many stairs, I heard more joy and chats, as my feet neared the end and just when I walked into the dining lounge, Candice came bouncing.

"Jason! Jason! Best friend!" She sang and I laughed, taking her in a hug. She was still shorter than me.

"Best friend, huh? I haven't seen you in a month." I looked down and she pouted.

"Sorry." She beamed and I could never resist that face. So innocent.

"Jason, honey, grab yourself some food and a chair." I looked at Mrs. Potter as she handed me a plate and I started moving to fill myself up. The table was crowded with a lot of people but I noticed that Mason and Candice's parents weren't here. I plopped down next to Lily and Mason seemed to be on my other side. Did he save the spot for me?

I took some eggs and was mustering up strength to eat when I felt strong eyes on me and looked at Mason.

"At least eat some toast." He plopped a piece on my plate and I fought but he pouted, "Want me to hand feed it to you in front of everyone? You know I'll do it."

"I can't stomach it." I was just nauseous.

"How about fruit?" He whispered.

"Mason, I'm fine."

"Eat. Please? More than that." He pointed at my coffee and egg. I started eating and knew well that he wasn't forcing me. He was only showing concern and if I firmly said no, he won't push. When my egg finished, he snuck a tart on my plate, "Lemon tart. My most favourite thing in the world." He whispered.

I touched the soft cream on the fork first and enjoyed how delicious it was. Then I bit into the tart and felt an euphoric taste on my buds. I didn't know whether it was because Mason praised it so much beforehand or rather it was delicious on its own, I was liking it.

"Good?" He asked and I hummed lowly. He smirked, "Then take another?" He placed another in my plate and that was how I ended up eating four of those delicious treats, they were so good. Once we turned to cleaning up, I was helping throw the mess on the table when the garbage box was taken from me, "I lied about something." I looked up at Mason.