The Weight Of Feelings

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"Hey, you're back!"

Quinn dapped Eddie's raised hand as he sat on the place between Eddie and Luna that was obviously saved for him on the Ravenclaw table in the Great Hall.

Just like the opening day feast, there was a feast after the Christmas and Easter break, sans the sorting ceremony. The students that had gone home would join their schoolmates at the time of the dinner feast.

"So, how was your time at home?" asked Marcus, who sat in front of them.

"It was interesting, to say the least," said Quinn, casting a spell on his golden cutlery. "So, anything special happened while I was out?"

"Special, let's see . . . Malfoy and Potter got into a serious duel— both did enough damage to each other to spend a couple of nights in the hospital wing and more to the place around them to get a long-long detention," said Marcus.

"Serves them right!" Eddie laughed.

"Oh?" said Quinn, glancing ahead at the Slytherin table to see Draco, who was picking at his food, when he looked back at the Gryffindor table where Harry was talking among his group.

"Any idea why they fought?"

"Why they fought? Why do those two usually fight? Probably for some stupid-ass shit," said Eddie.

'Did Harry catch a whiff of what Malfoy's doing?' Quinn wondered.

The circumstances had been different, making the series of events different from the canon. From what Quinn was able to piece together, Harry hadn't run into Draco on his "trip" to Diagon Alley, thus had no idea what he was planning, making it so that Harry never spied on Draco during the train ride, who unlike the last time was invited to Slug club as Malfoy Sr. was never sent to Azkaban. As the first tile never fell, the domino was never triggered, making the two antitheses never cross each other this year.

But both of them were truly each other's opposite, so Quinn didn't put past them to eventually come crashing into each other, back to biting each other's necks.

'I hope Harry doesn't mess this up; there's a lot of riding on it,' thought Quinn. If someone else heard his thoughts, most would probably argue his line of reasoning. Quinn threw the thought behind his head— the big end was near, and the chances of Harry stopping Dracon were low . . . and if he did get a bit too close, he would do something about it.

"Other than that, there was a Slug club meeting," said Eddie.

"Oh? How did it go?" asked Quinn.

"It was troublesome. It seems Slughorn had invited a bunch of executives from professional clubs to the party, and they made my life miserable," sighed Eddie. "All of them were up to sucking up to me, and while usually, I am not averse to that, it got annoying when I couldn't spend with Tracey . . .

Eddie glanced at Quin.

. . . Speaking of, you have got to meet Daphne— Tracey told me that she has been cranky ever since you left."

"Really?" Quinn glanced at the Slytherin table, and unexpectedly, his eyes met with Daphne, who it seems was staring at him.

Both of them blinked in surprise. Daphne half-raised her hand and gave Quinn a wave, which Quinn returned with a wave of his own. While in America, Quinn had exchanged letters with Daphne, but they hadn't been as frequent as he and presumably as Daphne would've liked.

Quinn built-up magic in his vocal box and spoke, and with sound magic, the words traveled across the hall, reaching only the intended ears. Daphne's eyes widened from across the hall, and Quinn saw her nod.

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The dinner feast soon ended, and students returned to their dorms to prepare for the third term starting tomorrow with the curfew and quite descending upon the Hogwarts castle. And after curfew, only a few roamed out in the ghostly halls of Hogwarts, and of them, no one was as consistent as Quinn.

He stepped onto the Astronomy Tower and looked up at the full moon, shining brightly in the sky, outshining the stars around it. He closed his eyes at the cool breeze touching his skin. Quinn walked to the edge of the tower roof and looked down to the ground. He recalled the first night of his third year, just after getting rid of the sin curse. He had come to meet Friar, to intimate him that the Sin Vault was behind him (if only he knew that wouldn't be the truth).

'I had gotten rid of it, but it had left residual trauma,' he smiled bitterly, recalling his "leap of faith" off the roof to regain the trust in the thing that was the closest to him— his most precious gift, his magic. At that time, he didn't know how to fly and only worked with Arresto Momentum— and to overcome his trauma, he had jumped off from a height that would have him dead if not for magic.

'That day was a wild one.'

Quinn chuckled at the memory of Friar's fear-stricken face.

"Now, here I'm again with the curse inside my again," sighed Quinn. "I wonder if it would leave something behind this time as well— I for sure hope not."

As he was pondering his thoughts, Quinn heard a voice that he was expecting.

"Quinn?"

He turned back and saw Daphne with a wand in her hand as she gradually became visible from what seemed like an invisibility spell. Daphne's eyes moved from Quinn and the edge of the roof.

"Hey," he said with a smile, stepping away from the edge. "How have you been."

"I have been fine, thank you. What about you? How was your trip?" said Daphne, simply.

Quinn walked towards her, and before saying a word, he slipped his arms around her waist and brought her close.

"For one, I missed you a lot," he said.

Daphne didn't look up at him, her palms on his chest, "It didn't seem so. You barely wrote to me."

Quinn could only awkwardly chuckle. Alan had been a slavedriver with the exercise session, and it seemed he had liked Quinn's version of sightseeing as he would drag him out daily to be shown something new. Between both of those, he would grow tired.

"I'm sorry," said Quinn. "While I wish to push all the blame to my master, but it was indeed my fault to not write more. I apologize for not writing more."

Daphne finally looked up and stared at him with her blue eyes. She sighed, "I, too, am at fault for not being active on my part. I should have written more without waiting for you to reply."

Quinn grinned and dipped his head to Daphne and smiled into the kiss as he watched her eyes widen before she participated in the kiss.

"Well, was that enough to be forgiven," asked Quinn.

He felt her nod into his chest shyly.

"So, how have things been for you?" asked Quinn. "Have the Potion classes been fun for you? I hope that my compendium has been of some help."

Daphne's brows furrowed as she narrowed her eyes.

"From the looks of it, they have not been going as smoothly?" asked Quinn.

"No," Daphne said with an edge to her words. "Your gift has been of tremendous help to me— my potions knowledge and brewing skills have improved so much that I still doubt that they were brewed by my hand.

But the potions classes, on the other hand, they haven't been going so well . . ."

"And why's that?" he asked, knowing the answer.

"I thought, with your book, I would be able to pull away from the rest of the class; however, that doesn't seem to be true," said Daphne. "Somehow, Potter has become equally good— no, I'm still better— but in the eyes of Professor Slughorn, we both seem to be on the same level.

I happened to take a peek at her workstation, and there I noticed that she had an old Potions volume that had been assigned to use. I suspect that that book is the reason behind her sudden increase in brewing skill and knowledge."

"Ah, yes," said Quinn, "I know of that particular book."

"You do?" asked Daphne, surprised.

"Yes, I am well aware of that old book in Ivy's possession," after all, he had been the one to point it out to her. "That book was previously owned by what seems like a student with exceptional talent in potions— he goes by the moniker of Half-Blood Prince. He has written, in the margins, modifications of potion recipes. That book has been in the cupboards of the potions classroom for ages."

"Just like yours?"

"Well, I won't say that," said Quinn. "While both of us have improved upon the potion recipes— the Half-Blood Prince has chosen to make improvements to the already present framework provided by the existing recipes in the books— whereas I have taken much more of an involved route of not getting restricted by the existing prevalent framework by diving further into the potions recipes and more importantly, ingredients and preparations.

I'm sure you have noticed that my recipes can be wildly different from the ones in the coursebook."

"Then . . . Ivy's sudden progress has been because of this Half-Blood Prince's book?"

"It'd be safe to say that."

Daphne breathed a sigh of great relief. "At first, I thought that Ivy had become without any external help and that I was able only able to keep up because of your help . . . but I'm glad that's not the case."

A soft smile bloomed on his face. The Daphne he knew wasn't one to share her vulnerable side much on her own until prompted to do so, and usually, he would have to observe her and prod her with questions to know what she was thinking. But, seeing her own share on her own was heart-warming to him, and the trust she had in him was touching.

«On the other hand, you— . . . . . .»

"Hey, Daphne," said Quinn.

"Yes," asked Daphne. She had her eyes closed and was leaning into Quinn.

"There's something I want to talk to you about."

Maybe it was something in Quinn's voice that Daphne looked up, "Is everything alright?"

"Ah, yes, but there's something I would like to tell you."

"Yes?"

"It's something I would like you to know. It's of importance. But I would ask you to wait till July."

Daphne stayed silent for a moment, gazing up at him, and Quinn could tell that she was, as usual, searching for the answer.

". . . I am willing to wait," Daphne said. "You said it is of importance, correct?"

Quinn nodded.

"Then I will wait," she said. But then Daphne's hands clenched the front of his clothes. "I-I . . . You're not going to break up with me after you graduate, are you?"

Quinn's eyes widened, and more so when he felt shaking slightly within his arms.

"No!" he said, quickly, "what would prompt that—"

But then Quinn realized why Daphne had arrived at the line of thinking. The coming of July would see him graduate from Hogwarts, while Daphne would still have a year left to study, and in that time, their relationship would turn into a long-distance one.

". . . Daphne, I'm not thinking of breaking up with you. I would be with you as long as you have me," said Quinn.

But at the same time, he thought, 'Yes, as long as you would have me . . .'

And he wasn't sure if Daphne would want to be with him after he was done revealing what he had done.

"That is a relief," smiled Daphne and tip-toed to kiss Quinn softly.

While all Quinn could think was how selfish he was. For a year, he had decided to hide it and take it to the grave. But, the weight of her feelings demanded him to reciprocate. He could tell her right here and right now, but he wasn't sure what would happen to him with the curse inside if she left him.

Magic, after all, was tied deeply to emotion. . . .

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Quinn West - MC - Sometimes, I don't like myself.

Daphne Greengrass - Loving Girlfriend - Willing to wait.

FictionOnlyReader - Author - Well, [some of]you asked for it. I wonder how she would react.

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