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A Big Mistake - Brenda, Willow & Gemma

As soon as the wards were in place all bets were off and Gemma knew it. This wouldn’t be some tender love making, but if she wanted that she would have gone to Dustin anyway. No, this would be desire, unrestraint passion. There would be sweat and fluids and probably even blood. It would take them to their boundaries and maybe even across.

She felt a new rush of adrenalin and wetness as Willow ripped her robes open and grabbed her breast through her shirt. She moaned into the kiss and thrust her hips against Willow’s. The wetness in her panties was becoming almost uncomfortable now and she desperately needed Willow to touch her. Gemma let her own hands slip under Willow’s shirt and raked her nails down her back just short of drawing blood.

She didn’t care that her robes were ripped, she could fix them later. She also didn’t care that now the first of her scars on her thigh were visible. Willow had already seen them, although not quite this close, and had been the only one who hadn’t reacted like she was made out of glass afterwards. It was one of the things she really liked about the other girl; that she didn’t treat her any differently although she knew that she would basically be a helpless cripple if not for magic.

“Yes,” she hissed thrusting her hips forward again. “Take me. Hard. I know you want to. I know you want to get back at me for teasing you, for making you feel all those things. Do it!” she husked into Willow’s ear. “Show me who’s boss.”

#a big mistake #para: Gemma #Gemma #willow gray #wilma

She moaned into Gemma's mouth as rough nails dragged across her skin. It sent a shiver down her spine and a tingle through her body as if every nerve was suddenly buzzing. Her hips ground harder against the other needing to express her desire for the blonde underneath her. She had never felt need like this before and it was only growing as the Slytherin had finally won the prize she had been craving for months.

Willow wasn't pleased that she had pulled away from her, but the Gryffindor’s words satisfied her more than she could have possibly imagined. She used her head to push Gemma's to the side, her teeth sinking into the now exposed skin on her neck. She didn't hold back wanting to hear the reaction of pain uttered from the blonde's lips. When she felt fulfilled, she lazily let her tongue roll over the wound smiling as metallic taste of blood found her. She hadn’t known that the sensation could be so exhilarating, but she was now determined to have more.

Her hands roughly ran over her shoulders and down her arms pulling the rest of Gemma's robe from her body. “Get down,” Willow growled, fierce blue eyes piercing the hazel ones they directed daring them to defy her orders. She pointed to the floor waiting impatiently to get what she wanted. She loved the feel of having Gemma pinned between the wall and her body, but she needed more of the blonde and she needed it now. It was hard to reach all of her standing up and Willow wanted all of her.

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A Big Mistake - Brenda, Willow & Gemma

Gemma could feel the texture of the wall through her robes as Willow pressed her harder against it and her own body into hers. As soon as her arms were released she buried her hands in Willow’s hair while their mouths were busy battling for dominance.

With all this tension building for weeks now there was only one way this could end, now that this last line was crossed. The teasing was over, there was no going back anymore. As if she wanted to.

Kissing Brenda had been nice and fun, but it had been gentle, careful and almost innocent. And it didn’t even come close to the sensations she was feeling now. Kissing Willow was raw and untamed and it drove her wild unlike anything else had done before. She felt her whole body hum in anticipation and moaned again, trying to press herself impossibly closer to the other witch.

Breaking the kiss by forcing Willow’s head back by pulling her hair not too gentle she gasped for air. “You might want to lock the door and put a silencing spell up,” she smirked. But before she eventually let go of the Slytherin she leaned in again. “Because you know I’m pretty sure you want to hear me scream,” she whispered huskily into the other girl’s ear and released her hold on her. She was impatient to take this further but she would not want to serve as entertainment for the whole HQ.

#a big mistake #para: Gemma #Gemma #willow gray #wilma

She loved the feel of Gemma’s fingers tangling in her hair and she desperately wanted her to pull it as their lust for each other unraveled. She needed to be closer to the blonde if that was even humanly possible. There were too many things in the way for her liking and right as she was about to do something about it, Gemma gave her her first wish. She groaned as her head was ripped back. Willow glared at her before her expression changed to a sly grin at the other’s words. As she whispered in her ear she moaned pleased by what she heard and the sensation of the breath against her skin. She quickly pulled away snapping her wand at the door to give in to Gemma’s desires before casting the piece of wood to the side. She wouldn’t be needing it for what she was about to do, although the thought had certainly crossed her mind. She never went without her wand, but she had dismissed it without even realizing what she was doing; her mind too focused on the task at hand to understand what that truly meant.

Her hands immediately flew towards Gemma’s robes ripping them the rest of the way open before wrapping her fingers around the breasts she had dreamed about touching for months. Willow simultaneously thrust her hips against hers and their mouths met again. This time she delved further into her as she tightened her grasp on Gemma’s chest pulling her closer once more.

A Big Mistake - Brenda, Willow & Gemma

She could see it burn dangerously in Willow’s eyes, jealousy, desire, need and the fury that Gemma made her feel those things. She gasped lightly when Willow pushed her up against the wall, the gasp turning into a light moan when she felt herself held there with strong hands. For a panicked moment she remembered that Brenda was still there, but out of the corner of her eyes she saw her sneaking out of the room. Apparently her friend had realized as well what was about to happen.

As soon as Brenda had cleared the room she smirked at Willow wickedly, pushing lightly against the hold but not really trying to break free. “So you like it rough huh?” she asked leaning lightly forward until just mere millimeters were separating their lips. “Come on Willow, I know you want to. It’s what you’re thinking and dreaming about for weeks.”

She knew it was true, she could see it every time Willow looked at her. It was a look that made her wet instantly every time, and it did just that now too. Just thin one action, Willow pushing her up against the wall, made her stomach clench and had ruined her panties in anticipation. “I like pain,” she whispered. “It makes me feel alive,” she added. Licking her lips she closed the last distance between them and captured Willow’s mouth with her own.

#A big mistake #para: brenda #para: gemma #Gemma #wilma #willow gray

The noises Gemma made as she slammed her against the wall got her heart racing and her mind whirling with all sorts of ideas. She instantly forgot the Hufflepuff in the corner and locked eyes with the blonde in front of her. She tightened her grasp as Gemma squirmed beneath her, a sly grin coming across her face. She was no longer filled with wrath, but want. The Gryffindor’s words not only surprised her, but also pleased her. She was absolutely right and that’s what made it worse. Gemma knew exactly how wild she drove her and did everything in her power to make it worse. It was torture watching her strut around like a little tease.

I like pain. Those three words were enough to push her over the edge, but before she could act on the passion coursing through her Gemma beat her to it. Once more the blonde had thrown her off and done something completely unexpected. It was like a shock to her system. After months of tension building between them, so thick you could practically see the sparks flying as they interacted, the two finally met. Willow released her arms, hands darting to grasp her face roughly between her hands. She threw her body into Gemma’s moaning as she felt herself connect. Willow pushed her harder into the wall trying to ensure there was no escape now that the two were entwined. The Slytherin forced her tongue into her mouth hungrily searching to fulfill her desire for the girl now pinned beneath her.

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A Big Mistake - Brenda, Willow & Gemma

Willow glared at her, and it was all Brenda could do not to try stuttering out yet another apology. She knew, though, that it wouldn’t help anything. Her eyes snapped towards Gemma when she said that Brenda was a good kisser. Why had she said that? Didn’t she know it was just going to make Willow angrier? What if Willow came after her later because she was jealous or something? The dismay probably showed in her eyes, but neither of them was looking at her. A pang of sadness zapped through her when the older girl referred to her. Brenda wondered if she was disgusting somehow. That was how Willow had said it. Her eyes flicked downwards looking over herself, and she lost track of the ‘conversation’ between the other two girls.

Brenda knew that what Willow said shouldn’t have bothered her. It wasn’t like she wanted to kiss the older girl anyway. Not at all. But if the seventh year thought there was something wrong with Brenda… she was probably right. Probably no one wanted to kiss her. Most likely Gemma had just done it to be nice. The thoughts swirled in her head, driving away the panic, if nothing else.

The stutter in Willow’s voice drew her attention back to the other girls. They were standing closer to each other now. And then instead of… whatever had caused Willow to stutter, the older girl was angry. Furious, it seemed, because Gemma had called her a coward. Brenda could see the wand in her hand, and knew that Gemma didn’t have hers out. She was still terrified, but she couldn’t let Willow curse her only friend. Without even thinking about it, she took a step forward and said “No!” It wasn’t particularly loud or forceful, but she didn’t stutter, and it came out clearly in the momentary silence between the two girls.

Immediately after, Brenda realized that her outburst was really just likely to draw Willow’s attention back to her, which undid everything Gemma was trying to do. She had to resist the urge to clap a hand over her mouth, instead, stuttering out, “I-I just m-meant…” before trailing off.

Gemma just smiled sweetly at Willow. “Sure have,” she said. “And if we didn’t had to fear waking you guys up … who knows what else could have happened,” she teased. “Or would you have liked that? Since watching seems to be kind of your thing?” she asked raising her eyebrows questioningly at the older girl. Willow blushing was kind of thrilling, it excited her. And when the girl started to come closer she felt her own body react almost violently, but thankfully not in a visible way. The air between them felt super charged and Gemma just knew … something was about to happen; she just wasn’t totally sure what exactly. She knew she had hit the bull’s eye with her statements, and that Willow desperately wanted her to take her robes off and have her way with Gemma, but she wasn’t sure if the older girl was really ready to admit that even to herself yet.

She realized too late that she might have overdone it when she called Willow a coward but was surprisingly saved by Brenda speaking up. It made her smile honestly and her worry about Willow vanished. “See Willow, that’s courage. Even if you’d never agree to that. But sticking up for your friends, even though you know you’ll get your ass handed to you, that’s courage.” She was very proud of Brenda, and a little worried too so she tried to get Willow’s attention right back. “Brenda has more courage than the two of us combined. Because doing something despite being afraid of it takes more courage than doing it without fear.”

She opened the top bottom of her robes and looked Willow straight in the eyes. “Is there anything YOU are afraid of Willow?”

#a big mistake #para: brenda #para: gemma #willow gray #wilma

Her emotions went from disgust to what she could only imagine to be jealousy as Gemma described her escapade with the other girl. As she toyed with her emotions even more she grew angry. This was a new type of rage, one she had never felt before and of course it was blondie that was causing it. “Watch you, with that?” She retorted, “I think not.” She continued towards Gemma until a single word caught her attention.

The sound of defiance uttered from the girl behind her made her blood go from hot to boiling. Had she really just told her no? Then the stuttering began again and her lips curled upwards. Yes, that was what she was expecting and all the little Hufflepuff was good for. Willow turned on her heel to face her again. “No?” She took a step towards the younger female once more only to be called back by Gemma’s words. “You call that courage?” She snapped throwing an arm back to indicate the girl now sniveling in the corner again. “No, Gemma that is not courage.” She shook her head and advanced on the blonde her fist wrapped tightly around her wand.

However, Gemma was suddenly doing something entirely unexpected and she realized she only had moments to act before her entire façade fell at the hands of the ridiculous Gryffindor who made her think things she didn’t know were possible. Her hands flew towards Gemma’s ripping them away from her robes and slamming them and her back against the wall. Willow brought her face right up to hers and looked her straight in the eye. “I am not afraid of you, or her, or anyone.”

A Big Mistake - Brenda, Willow & Gemma

Brenda couldn’t delay it any longer; she grasped her wand. If Willow was going to curse her, she had to at least try to cast something in return, right? But at the same time she felt sick to her stomach about even trying. Both girls knew how this “duel” was going to go, and Brenda wasn’t looking forward to that.

When she realized that Gemma had walked in, she sagged with relief. Her friend wouldn’t let Willow do anything overly awful to her. The seventh year threw a withering glance at Brenda but put down her wand. Brenda’s heart was still pounding in her chest. Now that she wasn’t in immediate danger, she could feel the panic of what had almost happened welling up in her chest. It hurt. She dug her fingernails into her palm, trying to will herself not to have a panic attack right now. In front of anyone but Willow, honestly.

Without really intending to, her eyes widened and her face coloured at Gemma’s words, although they weren’t meant towards her. Although the idea of doing those things with Willow was, well, terrifying, but Brenda couldn’t fight the blush. Willow seemed just as embarrassed, but her response was to throw a scathing glance and words at Brenda, who tried to defend herself.

“I—That’s n-not —- G-G…” She ended up just trailing off, unsure what to say. Gemma was coming to save her, and Brenda didn’t really mind. If anything, she just wished Willow didn’t have to point it out and throw it in her face. It wasn’t her fault she wasn’t as good at wand work. Her defense spells were usually actually okay, better than transfiguration at least. She shook her head; none of this mattered right now. She just wanted… to go to bed, she figured, since Willow had made it impossible to practice.

Gemma just smirked, not even bothering to draw her wand. “Well she is a pretty good kisser actually,” she said. “But I guess you’re more the visual type. Want me to take my robes off so you can have a better look?” Out of the corner of her eye she saw Brenda fighting for breath and digging her nails into her palms and she recognized the signs. Willow couldn’t notice; it would only make things worse for Brenda in the long run. Of course she knew that nothing of that sort had been happening here. From the looks of it Willow had challenged Brenda to a duel. When it was totally clear how that would end. It was an unfair fight and quite honestly Gemma was surprised that Willow would do that. The girl usually didn’t really fight weaker opponents.

“What if I said I was looking for you?” she asked raising her eyebrows once, looking at Willow through her eye lashes. She just wanted to distract Willow from Brenda long enough for her to get a better grip on herself. Of course she had not been looking for Willow, she had been looking for Brenda, but the tension between the older girl and herself had constantly been growing for a while now. She knew it and Willow knew it too. Something was bound to happen sometime soon. The question really was, what? Either Willow would hex the crap out of her or she would jump her. Obviously Gemma would prefer the latter.

But right now she needed Brenda out of the crossfire. She lazily played with the top bottom of her robes looking at Willow smiling lightly. “I think you’re jealous. Because Brenda is my friend, because she sleeps in the same room with me and gets to see me undress. And you just don’t know how to get rid of this frustration, because you can’t admit it or even do something about it. Because you are a coward who hides behind her wand, not able to admit when she feels something for anyone.”

#//sorry its so short #a big mistake #para: brenda #para: gemma #willow gray #wilma

She snapped back at the Hufflepuff and grinned as she stammered out her explanation. But, then Gemma said that Brenda was a good kisser and she immediately turned towards the blonde, “What?” She sneered, “You mean to tell me that you’ve kissed that?” She asked disgusted and pointed towards the sniveling girl behind her. Now that Gemma was here she was done with the other fifth year. She wasn’t really planning on doing anything with her away; it was just a bit of fun. But, now Gemma was her fun and she was saying things Willow couldn’t stop thinking about. When the blonde asked if she wanted her to take her robes off she blushed and was actually speechless. She knew the answer was yes, but she couldn’t tell her that. Recently she wanted it more and more and her mind was filled with thoughts of the Gryffindor that drove her insane.

“Are you looking for me?” Willow took a step towards her, her eyebrow raised in question. “Here am I,” She held her hands to the side, wand still in hand and continued to walk towards Gemma. Her eyes followed the other girl’s fingers toying with her buttons and her cheeks flushed again. “J-jealous? Of her?” she laughed, trying to regain her composure. But, calling her a coward was not something Willow would stand for. “A coward?” she spat between gritted teeth. She was suddenly not so amused by the blonde’s little games. “And who exactly am I supposed to feel something for, you?” She was now standing directly in front of Gemma, inches from her face.

A Big Mistake - Brenda, Willow & Gemma

Brenda hated that Willow was laughing at her, but, of course, she wouldn’t say anything about it. It wasn’t like Willow would stop even if she did. She desperately wanted to get out of there, but the older girl was standing directly in front of her, blocking the way out. Brenda felt her stomach sink when Willow told her that she wasn’t going anywhere. It was so much like what Gail had said to her, and Candice before that, and even before that Calithra. All the blood in her face drained, and her mouth went dry. “C-can I p-please just g-go?” Her eyes squeezed shut for a moment. Brenda really, really did not want to cry in front of Willow. The older girl would never let her forget it, she was sure.

At the other girl’s instruction, Brenda leaned down to snatch up her wand before retreating quickly. Her blood felt like ice as Willow told her what she intended to do. A duel? But… Brenda could hardly cast a proper stunning spell; the older girl had just seen that. And, and, and Brenda wasn’t sure where Willow would draw the line. Would she stop at just stunning Brenda, or was she going to hurt her. Without intending to, her mind flashed towards the memory of Calithra cursing Randall. Oh Merlin. “P-please I-I can’t!” she begged. A large flinch ran through her as the Slytherin threw the dummies back.

Brenda stood there trembling in front of Willow. She didn’t know what to say to get the other girl to stop. “I’m s-so sorry. I didn’t mean to!” she insisted, but that didn’t change anything. Just when she was sure the older girl was going to cast something, Brenda heard the same footsteps. Part of her wanted speak up, to call attention to the room in case the person was just planning on walking by. But even if that did get her out of this situation, she was sure that Willow would be so angry that she would come back at Brenda later. The handle turned and the door opened, although Willow was in the way, so Brenda couldn’t see who was walking in. Still, the relief was almost enough to make the tears in her eyes fall over.

Normally she would be embarrassed to be found with someone picking on her like this, but she was just glad that she wouldn’t be forced to duel the Slytherin now. Her body went weak, and it was all she could do to hold on to her wand and not sob. Brenda still didn’t want to cry in front of Willow and whoever it was. She wanted to be here, even if she wasn’t much use.

Usually Gemma slept like a stone and nothing short of a full out alarm would wake her. So it was rather strange when she woke up this night after her shift in medical at all. What was even stranger was the fact that Brenda wasn’t in her bed, or rather cot, either.

Brenda was doing a lot better since they didn’t share a tent with Willow anymore and their interaction was reduced to a minimum. Gemma always tried to keep Willow away from Brenda the best she could or at least not have them alone somewhere. Because whenever Gemma was with Brenda Willow was more likely to leave Brenda alone. And to Gemma, and Brenda too, that was perfectly fine.

She was really thirsty and thought that might have been the reason she woke up and so she put on her robes over her shirt and shorts she slept in, put on some sneakers and walked towards the kitchen, former bar or whatever it was called now, to get herself a glass of water.

Since Brenda hadn’t been in or near the kitchen either Gemma started to worry; the other girl had not said anything about an assignment and all groups that had one had left earlier in the day and would be back by morning. So where was she?

She looked into every room that was not a bedroom until finally only the training room was left. Should Brenda really be in there? Yes, Gemma realized, she totally would be in there trying to practice even though she was probably exhausted.

Opening the door she was surprised to come face to face with Willow of all people, and it seemed like she was in one of her moods too. Smirking at the older girl she closed the door behind her and leaned against it. “Willow,” she said with just a hint of amusement on her face. She had spotted Brenda behind the Slytherin and by the way she looked Willow had been at her for a bit. “Secret meetings with Brenda behind closed doors? Do I need to get jealous?” she asked pouting at the older girl.

#//sorry its short #a big mistake #para: Gemma #para: Brenda

The girl’s stammering was really starting to irritate her. She was hoping for a bit of fun and this was not really even amusing her anymore. The Hufflepuff went to reach for her wand, but then started to freak out and go on and on. She didn’t want an apology she wanted a fight. If the little thing wanted to be a help to the Truthbringers she needed to learn how to fight and who better to teach her than Willow. The Slytherin took a step closer and raised her wand at the terrified female. “Pick up your wand.” She emphasized each word letting her know that she was not messing around and it was better if she were to just do what she was told.

However, the person coming down the hallway appeared to be ruining her entertainment for the evening. She was hoping not for good and that it would just be a delay, but when Gemma came through the door she knew it was over. She darted once last glance at the coward in the corner and then lowered her wand before turning around to face the Gryffindor. As usual the blonde had something to say and Willow was thrown for a loop. “Um, excuse me?” She tried to fake her embarrassment. “What would I ever need with this one?” She motioned behind her. “I was just trying to help her that’s all,” she smiled before walking towards Gemma. “What are you doing here anyway blondie?” She asked looking the girl up and down with a sneer although she did enjoy tracing that body with her eyes. “Here to save the poor thing once again I presume.” She turned back towards the Hufflepuff, “Does mummy always need to come save you?” She pouted at her before turning back to Gemma and laughing.

A Big Mistake - Brenda, Willow & Gemma

Brenda’s spell hit the invader, but in her haste, she hadn’t cast it properly, and it only knocked the other person back a foot or so. She considered that to be a good thing, since she didn’t actually want to stun the person. As soon as the spell hit her, though, she reacted, casting something in return at Brenda. She flinched, but the sparks didn’t hurt her, which she knew was lucky. Brenda had seen Willow cast unforgivable curses before. She lifted her hands in a gesture of surrender, showing that she didn’t even have her wand anymore, having dropped it immediately after casting the spell.

At first, she tried to stutter through an apology and explain that she had just been startled, but then Willow started in on how Brenda was never going to be let out of the house on a mission. Although, really, she had known that, it still hurt to have it thrown in her face. When Willow stepped into the room, Brenda took a step back. Gemma had said that Willow wouldn’t actually hurt her, but that probably didn’t extend to Brenda, and Gemma wasn’t here now.

"L-look. I-I’m r-really sorry. I’ll j-just g-go." She didn’t try to explain that she’d just wanted to practice so that she could get better. Normally her stunning spells weren’t that bad… but she hadn’t practiced in so long that she was a little rusty. Brenda just wanted to get out of the situation; she’d had far too many encounters in locked rooms and had no desire for another one. She took a step to the side, hoping that Willow was planning to use the room so she could just slip out.

#a big mistake #para: brenda #para: gemma

Her laughter continued as the little mouse dropped her wand and cowered in fear at her. She let the girl stutter out her apology, but continued to advance on her. Maybe it was time that the little Hufflepuff truly learned her place and gave up on any aspirations to make something of herself. Willow had no problem being the one to teach the 5th year such a valuable lesson. “No,” she chuckled, “I don’t think you’re going anywhere.” The snake now stood directly in front of her new prey daring her to try and leave the room before she was finished with her.

She took a step back and motioned to the other’s wand with her own. “Pick it up.” She held out her arms, “If you really want to practice, why don’t you do it for real.” A sneer came to her lips as she continued, “come on I challenge you to a duel.” She bowed slightly to her opponent as was customary, although she really didn’t see why should have to bow to anyone especially when she was about to destroy them. Her eyes never left the girl though and as she stood she took another step back to give them more room. Realizing she didn’t feel like there was enough space to play with her target she cast her wand towards the dummies throwing them against the back wall. “There,” she smiled, “that’s better. Now, shall we begin?”

She waited eagerly to see what the Hufflepuff would do next. Obviously she was no match for her, but it delighted Willow just to watch the little one squirm. Suddenly, she heard what sounded like footsteps in the hallway; maybe she had made too much noise moving the targets before. She glared at the girl warning her not to move or make a sound and turned towards the doorway to see if whoever it was was headed their way.

A Big Mistake - Brenda, Willow & Gemma

Brenda couldn’t sleep, so she did her best to slip out of the room without waking Gemma. She was just glad it was only the two of them anymore, no Willow. Without much else to do, she headed toward the room that had been dubbed the practice room. It had a few dummies set up, so people could practice their aim and speed and the like. Since she had yet to be sent on a single mission, Brenda knew that she needed to step up her game.

She was glad the room was empty, but then again, it was pretty late. It would be strange for anyone else to be in here at this hour. Pulling out her wand, she pointed it towards the closest target. Her eyes flashed, remembering how she’d pointed her wand at Gail. Brenda shook her head and tried to steady her hand. “S-stupify.” The spell missed by a long shot. She took a deep breath and then tried again. Her hand shook a lot, but she forced it to hold still.

Just when she was about to cast the spell, the door opened. Brenda whirled around to see someone coming in. Before she could even register who it was, the spell came tumbling out of her mouth. “Stupify!” Oh crap, she thought as the spell few directly towards the person, straighter than ever. Her wand slipped through her fingers as she rushed forward, an apology already on her lips.

#A Big Mistake #para: Brenda #para: Gemma

Willow was beyond ecstatic that they were no longer in that poor excuse for headquarters and were finally living in civilization again. She understood the need for caution and staying hidden to an extent, but did that mean she had to sacrifice her cleanliness? She thought not. It was nice to sleep in a real bed again even if it was a cot, it wasn’t a sleeping bag on the ground. She was sleeping much better, which was more than needed considering the missions had become more intense and more dangerous by the day. Thankfully this night the only thing waking her was a need to go to the bathroom.

She started walking the sort distance to the actual toilet when she heard what sounded like someone in the practice room. She was sure it was quite late and pulled out her wand before cracking the door to investigate. As soon as she did a jet of red light shot towards her. It was a poorly executed stunning spell and she was only pushed back a few feet. But, that was all that it took to set her on fire.

“How dare you?!” She shouted whipping her wand towards her attacker, green sparks flying at her target. When it hit she realized it was that useless Hufflepuff girl and couldn’t help but laugh. “Why are you even bothering? I mean really? They’ll never let you go out there. You can’t even execute a stunning spell properly.” She scoffed and stepped into the room.

What the hell … || Gemma & Willow

The sky was grey that day and, with the promise of lots of snow, and Gemma thought it was really fitting that the world looked dark, sad and dull. It was around noon but it seemed like the sun was already setting, the clouds covering the sky befogging everything into twilight.

Everyone else was probably sitting at lunch but Gemma had fled the camp as far as she dared, without leaving the parameter completely. She was sitting on a tree stump, knees pulled to her chest, near the stream that crossed the forest close to the camp tears flowing freely down her face.

A group had come back to camp earlier that morning, battered and bruised; they had run into an ambush and had barely made it our alive. At first Gemma had been relieved that it hadn’t been Willow’s group but the relief soon turned into worry when it became clear that one of the group had been seriously injured. Lauren and her had worked for hours under immerse pressure, trying to save his life but in the end it was a lost fight for them and he died under their hands. And when Lauren told her to go on a break and get some food she instead went to the river to be alone. She didn’t want anyone to see her like this. She felt even more useless now, weak and pathetic.

The reality that people were dying, really dying from the hands of others, and that there were cases where all the healing in the world couldn’t safe them, had hit her hard. She was just glad that it hadn’t been someone she was close with; she had no idea how she would be able to handle it when one of her friends died.

She had no idea how long she had been sitting there and she didn’t particularly care. If Lauren needed her she would send her a message somehow. So when she heard footsteps coming closer, crunching loudly in the snow, she quickly tried to wipe her tears not wanting anyone to see her fallen apart like this.

#What the hell #para: Gemma #willow gray

Willow’s group turned home after they had heard what happened. She didn’t know what was going on until they were back at camp. They were out in the field when all of a sudden somebody yelled the signal for retreat. The Slytherin was confused and frustrated. They hadn’t even run into anyone yet and now they were leaving. Willow tried to protest but then everyone started apparating so she followed suit. She wasn’t about to find herself alone on a mission. The seventh year knew she was good, but she wasn’t stupid and if she were outnumbered her combat skills may not have mattered.

When the team had returned to headquarters there were people running about in every direction. It quickly became apparent what all the fuss was and why they had been forced to flee. The other party had been attacked in some sort of ambush and they had suffered some serious injuries. Willow didn’t have any healing skills and she didn’t know any of the people that were hurt so she decided to escape from the insanity and clean up a bit. She knew all the water stations would be taken and she figured no one would really appreciate her trying to shower in a time like this, so she decided to go down to the stream to wash. It wasn’t ideal, but it was better than nothing.

It was cold and she knew that the water would be freezing, but she hated being dirty and if she didn’t at least try and wash some of the day’s filth off of her she would never be satisfied with herself. There was fresh snow on the ground and as she made her way towards the stream she noticed that some of it was even untouched. Willow loved walking in new snow and being the first one to mark the blanketed white. There was one other set of footprints and she wondered who else would be down there.

As Willow neared her destination she saw someone sitting on a stump and she couldn’t tell whom it was until she was right behind her. “Oh great, it’s you. Look, I’m trying to wash up here so if you wouldn’t mind, piss off.” Willow finished with a loud scoff and a roll of her eyes.

Minor Detour || Willow & Brenda

Brenda had been informed that she would be going on a mission, something easy, a simple run to get some supplies. It wouldn’t be dangerous, they promised. And they insisted that it would be a good chance for Brenda to get some experience being out and about. Brenda nodded silently, knowing that she had to make herself useful or they would quickly quick her out of the camp. That was something she didn’t want. She couldn’t go home to her parents, because… because she had to finally do something, because there were bigger things happening that for the first time in her life, she wanted to be a part of. She was determined to do it, almost excited, even, because she wanted herself to be. But then they told her who she would be going with, and her stomach dropped. Willow hated her, really, well and truly, hated Brenda. Now something that might have been at least worth informational was going to be miserable. Brenda nodded sullenly before excusing herself to go get ready. In the tent, which was luckily empty, the Hufflepuff quickly pulled on a pair of jeans and a thick jumper, as it was going to be cold no matter where they went.

With a determined set to her shoulders (as determined as Brenda could manage) she made her way towards Willow, who already seemed to know that Brenda would be coming with her. Brenda’s brave face crumbled as soon as the other girl spoke to her. She didn’t know how to respond, because Willow seemed even more unhappy going with Brenda than Brenda was, although Brenda’s unhappiness seemed to present itself very differently.

“I-I,” Brenda stopped, not wanting to stutter in front of Willow any more than she already had. “I-I won’t get in your w-way,” she promised. Of course, there was a significant chance that regardless of how hard she tried, Brenda would upset the older girl somehow. Willow didn’t seem like she was going to be very patient with Brenda, although someone had told her that Willow was there to help her. After taking a deep breath, Brenda spoke. “I, uhm, I’m ready, so you don’t h-have to wait for me, i-if you’re ready.” She realized that might imply that she was waiting on Willow. “B-but if you’re n-not, th-that’s okay.” Her eyes flew to the ground, out of habit. “S-sorry.” She wanted to explain that she was just nervous, but Brenda knew that Willow could tell, and didn’t think that Willow was going to make any allowances for the younger girl.

#Minor Detour #para: brenda #willow gray

Willow thought that she was prepared for the sheer stupidity that was sure to follow working with the Hufflepuff but when the girl began to stutter and apologize for absolutely nothing Willow realized that she was wrong. She was ready for stupidity, she was ready for inexperience, but she was not ready for pathetic and as she stood there listening to the girl it was the only word to describe the situation accurately.

The Slytherin sighed loudly in frustration. “Stop apologizing and shut up. If I wasn’t ready I wouldn’t be here.” Willow spat at the girl. “I told you to hurry up, we have to make it to the edge of the camp before we can apparate anywhere. Which in my opinion is utterly ridiculous! This whole no using magic nonsense is bloody ridiculous! I mean aren’t we fighting for the sake of being able to use magic wherever we want?! What are we doing hiding away in the forest collecting fucking firewood for Merlin’s sake?! Ugh!!!” Willow finished her rant and turned to look at the fifth year. When she noticed the girl was lagging behind she growled. “Come the fuck on! If I have to wait on your ass all day, you’re going to be sorry.” Icy eyes bore into the brunette giving her a taste of what was to come if she didn’t get her shit together then she turned and continued walking, increasing her pace and challenging the girl to keep up.

Willow had contemplated telling her pathetic companion her plan before they got there, but after the few minutes the Slytherin spent with the little Hufflepuff she realized that it was be quicker and less painful if she just had the girl follow her rather than try to explain herself. At least she knew there would be no argument. The younger female could barely form a sentence together let alone stand against a strong personality like Willow. Maybe in the end it would make things easier. At least she would be able to accomplish what she really wanted without anyone trying to fight her about it.

When they reached the camp border Willow whipped around again. “Alright we’re going to get the supplies but we’re making a detour first. You’ve apparated to the Leaky Cauldron before right?” Willow asked, it shouldn’t be a question really but with someone as useless as this girl, one just couldn’t be sure. The Slytherin stood waiting with a hand on her hip for the girl to spit out her answer. “Well…”

Here We Go Again || Willow & Gemma

Gemma noticed that Willow seemed to be far away with her thoughts for a while until she eventually was pulled out of her thoughts by her own words. And then Willow started talking again and her words sent another chill through her body. What was going on? ‘You’ll be mine?’ What did Willow mean with that?

Gemma was relieved when Willow lied down and turned away from her, so she wouldn’t notice her blush and she could think about this some more. What was going on between them? Was something going on between them? And what if Willow really wanted … something from her?

Gemma was so confused, she had never even kissed someone until now and she had not wanted to either. But the thought of kissing Willow kept creeping into her mind and made her whole body heat up while sending chills down her spine at the same time. It was a completely foreign feeling for her and she wondered what it would take to bring Willow to actually act on some of those threats she posed even if she had no idea if those threats were real or innuendos. And she wasn’t sure what she would actually prefer.

She was sure she wouldn’t find out now and decided she should try to sleep.

“Good night, Willow,” she said, blushing again when she noticed that her voice was a lot huskier than usual; glad that Willow was facing away from her.