Bread (Harry Potter au)

Chapter 8

Avery's POV

I ran as fast as I could. The game was still going on and it was one of the most important games of the season so nearly everyone in the school was there. I ran up to Ravenclaw tower and entered the common room. I ran toward the entrance to my dormitory when I was stopped by someone saying,
"Hey, Avery, what's the matter?"
Pj had been sitting there and I ran past him without even seeing him. He was sat in a blue, squishy, comfortable chair reading a book next to the window; the book pages illuminated by the light of the floor lamp next to him. He never went to the quidditch games. He didn't care much for sports.
     Part of me wanted to ignore him and continue running to bed, but I thought better of it answered him through chapped lips and a voice choked up from crying.
"I hurt someone on accident." I said, then tears cascaded down my cheeks.
"Oh my god, are you okay?" He stood up and hugged me, and I let myself wet his shirt with my tear covered face.
      He was wearing plaid pajama bottoms and a green sweater that gave him adorable sweater paws. I didn't have to explain much to him about the incident because he already understood. For years I had confided in him about all of my problems. My biggest problem being not having control over my powers sometimes. We had spent several nights talking about things I'd never tell anyone else, not even Brianna. Brianna didn't even now that I was close with Pj. It started when I was little, and I killed a bird by just waving at it. It was just sitting in its tree all happy and I waved at it and down it fell. When I was 10, I killed our family dog. I didn't mean to, I mean I never would've done it on purpose. So after that I had to practice controlling it. (Luckily, that night I was able to channel most of it through an echo-like shock that boomed through the stadium instead of hurting all of the people.)My parents couldn't help much though, them being muggles and all. I remember getting my Hogwarts letter and it gave me and my family hope because we knew it would help me with my problem, and it has... for the most part.
      Anyway, I had told Pj all of these things over the years and he always listened and helped me. He calms me down with one single touch. I love him.
     "How bad?" He asked. He was still holding me with his chin resting on top of my head.
     "Not sure. But not dead so that's good."
He pulled away from me.
     "Who was it?" He asked me.
I pulled up a wooden chair from a dark oak table I liked to do homework on. I set it across from his so we were facing each other.
    "Carli."
    "Better her than someone else." I stomped on his foot(but not too hard).
    "Hey, I'm serious! I could've really hurt her and people would hate me more than they already do. I shook the whole stadium. If I was any angrier, I could've killed everyone there-" I kept ranting until my face turned red. I think I was ranting in fear because I didn't know how I would handle this.
Pj landed his hand on my knee and silenced me.
"Hey! Look at me." He said very bluntly. I looked into his beautiful green eyes.
"I know you wouldn't. You couldn't because you are strong enough to control this. I happen to believe," he grabbed my hands in his now,"that you were given all this power so that one day, you can do something useful with it. So that you can help people."
    "How could I help people with this?" I asked. I still hadn't broken eye contact.
   "I don't know yet," he said just barely shaking his head as he leaned in closer to me. I realized then that our faces had been really close ever since he grabbed my hands. He kept leaning until our lips were almost touching and I started to panic because oh my god this is my first kiss and I'm gonna do something awkward. But then we were kissing and I no longer cared. All I could think was why did it take him six years to do that? When I sat back and opened my eyes that I didn't realize I had naturally closed, Pj looked at the floor and smiled with bright pink cheeks. I was probably blushing too.
      I decided to not be weird so I stood up and said goodnight the way I always did to Pj. I flicked a curl of his hair and said,
"G'night, Peej."
I always did that because I constantly tell him how much I loved his curly brown hair. He let me play with it sometimes.
    I walked away and went to bed. I'm glad he had stopped me earlier because thanks to him I got to go to bed with a smile on my face instead of tears.