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/ Perfect betrayal

The storm continued to rage, and by the time their conversation lulled enough to realize, damn it all, Andrew had missed Spiderman and the dryer had buzzed long ago. As a peace offering, Katherine tossed a chocolate bar at him., which the petite blond happily caught.
"And you won't get in trouble for giving this to me?" the boy asked.
"No," Kath lied. If she didn't pay for it before the end of his shift then, yes, she would get in trouble. But Andrew didn't need to know that.

"So, when are you girl done tonight?" Andrew inquired around a mouthful of chocolate and caramel.
Katherine looked to the clock behind his head, "In fifteen minutes. If you want to wait around I could call a taxi to give you a ride home. You won't get wet again that way."
"Really?" the blond's face lit up. "Thanks! But where are you two going?"
"Home of course." Kath looked worried at Kennya. They both knew that the talk ws not going to be made alone.

The bright headlights of some unrecognizable vehicle contrasted against the dense darkness outside and threw bouncing rays of light to twirl around inside the store. A few moments later the door to the store opened and a heavy built man, around Andrew's age or a little older, who was heavily pierced and tattooed stepped inside.
"Koji? You're early?!"Kennya's eyes were wide with surprise while lokking at the name tag of his shirt.
"Do I know you?" Asked the man.

Kennya took put her wand and casted the Confudus charm to him.
"Ooo, you are the new girl. Shut up, woman. The girlfriend was all, 'if you don’t go now you'll be late. The storm's bad and you should take your time driving. Stay off of main roads!'" Koji did his best nagging girlfriend impression and ended it all with a twisted sour face. "For fuck sakes she practically pushed me out the front door!—who the hell are you?"
She looked at Katherine annoyed by these new presence.

"Uh," Kennya started, "She's my…" the slytherin girl was hesitant to say friend because in all honesty she didn't know what Katherine was to her. She could just say acquaintance, but then Koji might wonder why her new acquaintance was privileged enough to stay beside her at the counter.

"I'm Katherine," the other girl made a small bow as she introduced herself. She then realized that if Koji was someone who stuck by the rules, which he was sensing wasn't the case, she could get both Kennya and her in trouble and they didn't want to atract atention. "I'm gunna go change," Katherine whispered to Kennya and rose from her chair to send Andrew home through the back door.
Kennya watched Kath disappear behind the grey door, noticing a little who the blond boy tried to keep the pants around his hips. Kennya shook her head, smiling to herself.
"It seems that we won't see each other anymore."

Koji stopped dead in his tracks as he looked from Kennya to the door that Katherine had disappeared through.
"FAST! Get out of here. There's the back door."
Katherine urged the blond boy to get out fast. The boy looked very confused and tried to asked what the hell happened. she wasn't in any mood to answer, but she was bound and forced to give him a explication.

"Okay. Okay. The boss is here." she lied while whispering. Andrew wanted to say something else but the girl pushed him towards the door.
"We called a taxi. In five minutes or so it will arrive here. You will be able to go home. Kenn says bye bye."
"But..Wait..How can I see you girls again. I'm in your debt."
Katherine started to get angry and she speaked a little louder.

"Are you an idiot? You know where she is working. You can come anytime and you said you live closer." She lied again.
Damn she hated this game. He stayed like a stone for a few seconds and then he gave up.
"Okay, thank you for everything. See you around."
Katherine slammed the door behind him and was on her way back to the shop.

Katherine returned shortly in her own clothes.
"Ready?" Kennya asked.
Kenn clapped the other girl on the back and laughed. "Night, Koji!" she called out as she guided Katherine to the door.
They left the gas station and stood under the awning for a moment. "It's that blue car over there, let's hide behind it and disaparate." Kennya pointed out in the darkness. A flash of lightening lit up the sky and Kath got a quick glimpse of the car her friend was pointing too. The taller girl reached into her pocket and pulled out her wand. They ran toward it through the rain and, swinging the doors open, they hurled themselves inside the unknown car.

Kennya could feel the awkwardness growing between them. The rain pelted hard on them echoing in the car, and the windshield wiper seemed to be keeping time with Kennya's rapid heartbeat. She really didn't want to say goodbye to the blond one. Neither really wanted to say goodbye. But they barely escaped the alarming situation.
"Did you tell him that..."
"Yes... No.. I mean.. What? anyway, you know I lied to him" said Katherin in a small voice.
"Yeah... I know. So, where should we go from here?"
A small pause in Kennya's movements made Katherine think she had been too bold. An intense weight made home in her stomach as it tried desperately to flip flop.

There were a few silent seconds while Katherine nervously fidgeted with a strand of her hair. After a few moments of nothing, she gave up and also reached for her wand.

"We should go back to that place. If you know what I mean... The old place where we has the Death Eaters meetings. No one will be there. And also we will have some time to think ourselves. Because we both know what you wanted to talk about. You want to go back to them. You are still bound by their ideals. I know i can't stop you, but you need to know that you can overcome this by your own power. You are a very powerful witch Kennya, but you really too little on others. You have friends, you have me. Okay?"

Kennya didn't answer, but they both was holding hands and with a loud pop they reached their second destination and entered in the old, rusty house. Kennya climbed the stairs to the upper levels, while she remained down, looking into some dusty books. She knew that her friend needed some personal space. at least now, after all this time.

'I've damned myself, damned myself to the ninth circle of hell for betraying our mates through our own apathy but my heart doesn't care, doesn't even know who they are when you're around. And I'm going to suffer for it because I'm risking throwing away everything they poured their blood, sweat, and tears into…and you. I'm risking you and I know if this backfires you'll hate me. If this backfires you'll never trust me again, and that will be the end of our bonds. That will be the end of our dedication and our struggles, and you. But I can't stop myself. I can't stop myself from reaching out to you.'

Kennya entered in the main room, looking at the abandoned fireplace.

'Oh, I've thought about it, fantasized about it, dreamt about it, prayed for it constantly since the day we met. And five years is such a long time to truly yearn for you, to crave you so badly that every cell in my body weeps for you, chants your name in slumber less eternity. And I need you because when I'm around you I feel emotionally and physically, spiritually and mentally, complete—so, so complete. It's desperation; this feeling in the pit of me, in my very core, and I know I've reached a breaking point. I either have you now or leave you all together, and all the utopias and Nirvanas and Heavens in space and time, in the here-and-now of history or the ancient remembrances of times past, they all know I can't even breathe without you. So, how can I leave you? But, by risking everything, how can I stay?'

"Katherine?" Your deep voice makes my spine vibrate and I disintegrate into nothing as I realize how close I'm standing to you, how far I've advanced. But it's too late now to leave without an explanation…and yet, it's too early to explain why my hands are on the arm rest of your chair, and why I'm leaning in front of you face to face…eyes to eyes, nose to nose, mouth to….

You look at me. How can I not unravel at the seams? Your smile is the sun and I am the empty universe with your rays stretching through time and space reaching every dark recess of my being and my breath, my soul, my essence, my life is enraptured by your presence and I'm shaking, breaking, spinning out of control as I clumsily place a palm on your left cheek.

"Kennya?!" Your eyes widen and I should stop. I should stop and apologize and admit to myself that there is a chance you find me repulsive, me touching you this way, me bringing my full lips to gingerly brush against your thinner ones, me hungrily and blindly mashing my lips against yours, plunging my tongue into the unknown space of your steamy mouth. I should stop because there's a chance that you hate this, hate me, that you'll push me away. But…you don't. I love you. Why do I have to love you? Or I don't? The same man as...

And I cry and my entire body is wracked with emotion and I am trembling and falling into your essence. I can taste you and smell you and I no longer need to think about it, fantasize about it, dream about it, pray for it, because I'm here and you're here and I'm crying your name and I can't breathe but you are my breath, and I can't see but you are my sight and I collapse, letting you go and I fall into your lap.

Why do I need to love the same man as Kennya? Why are we best friends? No. We are not. i don't know what relationship we have. because the only thing in common we have is him.

"I'm sorry, Kennya. I'm so sorry." I clutch the fabric of your pants near your knees where my head rests and I must look pathetic crying on your lap. And you must have lost all respect for me…and I must have been sitting here for what feels like an eternity before realizing that you haven't pushed me away yet…or said anything, or moved at all.
I look up at you, with pinked eyes and a slightly streaked face—I can't believe my weakness, my utter lack of composure. And I wait. I wait through all the infinite hours in between the ticks and the ticks of clocks, and I sit in pondering silence anticipating your next move.
"Kennya..."

The soft crease in your flawless cheeks folds ever-so-slightly in the faintest of grins. And I don't know what you're thinking but your movements are…hell Katherine. I close my eyes as our hands touch again—you're pushing yourself off my lap, off the chair, onto the wooden floor, onto my back. I don't realize until then how much of a dangerous person you are. I never would have though you'd lunge at me with such pained and heavy eyes, throwing me back as you straddle me, laying your sorrowfull tears on my neck.

And you're vicious, and you're ripping my shirt, though I doubt you mean to. And I'm crying your name as my body demands to get away from you, but I can't. My mind won't let me. And you're ravenous and I'm panting while I'm trying to get away from you, and I'm breathless and my nerves are breaking. My nerves are on fire, and my nerves have exploded, and all I can feel is your hot and desperate actions all over me. What are you? You are definitely not my friend. You stole him away from me and now you try to find forgiveness. But not for me, but for your soul. And each sensation lingers, fooling my mind into thinking that you are a good girl, but actually you are pathetic trying to find and escape from your own uneasiness.

There. You see?