Help! [Jamie]

[ABBY COLE]

Abby knew she shouldn't be here. It was a mistake to go for a walk so late at night. Alone. Down by the Shrieking Shack. Her conscience berated her, informing her that she really wasn't the brightest Ravenclaw in the tower. She was afraid, it was past almost Curfew. And on a Friday night for seventh years Curfew wasn't until one am since that was when they usually stumbled home from Hogsmeade after one or two fire whiskeys too many.

Abby was cold, she was only wearing a light summer dress, she had left her cardigan back in her dorm. The dress was a little shorter than she would normally wear falling inches above her knee. Caroline had bought it for her for her birthday and since the two girls were fighting Abby wore it to feel closer to her.

But now that idea seemed stupidly sentimental since it was Scotland and it was really cold at night! Abby hugged her arms tightly around herself and decided it was time to go back to Hogwarts. She started on her usual route back to the castle.

"Hey sweetheart!" Abby heard a slurred voice call from close to her. She ignored it and started walking a little quicker.

"Hey! Don't ignore me baby! I just want some fun!" The guy called again, this time closer to Abby. She heard other men laughing drunkenly. Abby felt someone grab her arm. She gasped in fright.

"Let me go!" Abby tried to make her voice sound strong and unafraid but instead she sounded like a tiny kitten faced with a lion.

"Aww, baby," The guy cooed, coming up close to her face, still not letting go of her arm which was beginning to hurt now. "We're not gonna hurt you!" Abby could smell the alcohol on his breath. She decided that going out walking alone at such a late hour was definitely a bad idea.

"Help!"Abby called out. "Somebody help me please!"

Then the man shoved a hand over her mouth and Abby felt the tears start to fall down her face.

[jamie]

Jamie hated the fact that the cerfew was only till 1am. It made his night time wanderings all that much harder, but it's not like Jamie ever followed the rules anyway. If he didn't get back to the castle by 1am -which he usually didn't- he'd just settle with sleeping in the shreiking shack until morning and then going back to the castle for lunch, before heading back out again. The only good thing that Jamie thought was even remotly useful about attending Hogwarts was the fact that they provided him with all the food he could eat and a bed. That's all he went to to school for, other than that he'd just skive off class and do whatever the fuck he liked.

So Jamie had been stalking the streets of Hogsmead, all those in his path, drunk or sober skittered out of his way, his sheer height and the glare on his face scaring them all. Snarling at a man who walked a bit too close for comfort, Jamie watched with a smirk as the man near but shit his pants and apparated away quickly, the crack resounding out in the night. Jamie loved just causing havoc, it gave him peace of mind -as strange as that sounded- because he knew that these people were living life without any sort of fear. And that wasn't living life at all. Jamie would know more than enough about what real life was, but Jamie pushed those memories of his childhood aside.

He was finally free from his family, being 17 had never been better for the nasty Slytherin. So with a smirk on his face, he checked his watch to see that it was already nearing 1am, and not even bothered with walking back to the castle in 5 minutes, he merely just made his way to the Shreiking Shack, his free motel for the night. He was usuall alone, not that Jamie minded. Alone meant quiet and alone meant freedom. Growing up with four older brothers, three of which were the biggest pot heads and drunks you'd ever meet and the other non-existant as he had left for America years ago, had Jamie being the youngest son subjected to the bullying and pranks of his siblings. That was how he learnt how to defend himself (and hurt others too), something that Jamie considered to be his only strong point. Fighting.

So when he neared the shreiking shack and hear a girl calling out, he knew that he'd be having some fun for the next five minutes or so, depending on the amount of people there at the fray. So stalking over, covered in the darkness with his leather jacket making him blend in, he saw a young girl in a fairly short dress being cornered by some drunken bums. Sneering to himself, Jamie merely walked forward quietly, grabbed the wrist of the man who had his hand over the young girl's mouth to stop her from yelling as he squeezed hard, hearing the audible crack of the bone breaking. A swift elbow to the face, breaking the man's nose, a knee to the stomach which made him winded and double over, and then bringing his foot down against the back of the man's neck as he bent over had him falling face first into the ground, unconsious.

By the time he looked up again, the other men had all scampered as Jamie spat onto the ground in anger. "Damn fuckers, getting away before I could get them...fuckin' cowards..." Jamie murmed to himself darkly, walking off towards the shrieking shack as he totally forgot about the fact there was a girl right behind him.

[ABBY COLE]

Abby had never been so scared in her entire life. She was sure that she was going to be beaten, or raped, or killed. Or maybe a combination of the three but none of them sounded fun.

"Please let go of me," Abby whimpered through the mans hand, her voice muffled and getting caught in her throat and tears streaming down her face. The man just laughed at her begs and struggling. It seemed futile and pointless.

Then someone grabbed the mans wrist from behind, it gave a sickening snapping noise as the person broke the mans wrist. Abby stumbled backwards. She fell onto her bum and pushed herself back against the wall curling up as small as she possibly could. She was trying to make herself invisible.

Abby watched as her saviour beat the crap out of the man who had kept her captive. He made short work of it. The man was passed out on the pavement quicker than Abby could compose herself. During the fight all of the other men in the crowd had scampered, clearly not wanting to suffer the same fate as their leader.

Abby heard her saviour mutter darkly, a mess of curse words and anger. She recognized him, he was in her year at Hogwarts, had a bit of a reputation for fighting. Abby couldn't remember his name though. He started to walk away from her, towards the Shrieking Shack.

Abby started to sob, trying to keep it quiet so as not to attract attention to herself. She knew that she had to get up and go back to Hogwarts, but honestly she was scared to go anywhere with those guys still around.

Her saviour stopped in his tracks.

[jamie]

Jamie had paused as he heard soft sobs behind him, stopping his walk towards the shreiking shack. Right, Jamie thought to himself with a heavy sigh, there was a girl...aw man! Now what am I going to do? Jamie wasn't really the type to be seen with a girl, let alone talk with them. Mostly, they avoided him along with everyone else, all too afraid of him. But that was how he liked it though, being feared and instilling fear. That was his heirachy and he was the ultimate God.

But, as heartless as he may seem, Jamie still couldn't leave the girl there in practically nothing and with the fact that those men (if they had the balls to) might come back again. With a noise of annoyance, Jamie ran his fingers through his hair as he turned to look back over his shoulder at the still crying girl. He checked his watch and with a grumble he mumbled to himself, "ah fuck man..." With a sigh, he shrugged out of his leather jacket, ambling towards the girl as he wrapped the still warm material around her shoulders, having to squat down to reach her.

Without a word, he then picked her up bridal style, his muscled arms holding her securely as he began to walk towards the shreiking shack, saying, "it's already 1:07, the gates are probably closed by now..." Jamie explained to the girl, setting her down once he reached the front door of the house, having already manuveured up the stairs onto the small landing where the stood now. Knowing that the door was stuck with non removable sticky charms, Jamie always rolled his eyes at the sheer naivety of wizards. "It never cease to amaze me how stupid wizards are," Jamie said to himself, always forgetting the fact that he had someone with him, unused to the fact that for once, he wasn't entirely alone.

Walking down towards one of the windows which was shattered, a result of Jamie having broken in back in 3rd year when he was first able to take the trip down to Hogsmead, wanting to explore. Quickly jumping inside the dusty, broken room he stuck his head back out, glaring at the girl as he yelled, "what the hell are you waiting for girl? You wanna stay out there for those fuckers to come back or what?"

[ABBY COLE]

She heard the man who saved her stop in his tracks, he sighed slightly and muttered something under his breath,then he came back towards her. Abby looked down at her clothes, her dress was ripped from where she fell, there were stains in the places she could see and she didn't even want to know about the places she couldn't. Abby was just grateful that the shoulder straps hadn't given out. Abby decided she was never wearing that little clothing again.

The man arrived before her, he shrugged off his leather jacket and knelt before her placing the warmth around her shoulders. "Thank you," Abby whispered, barely audible, but the man either didn't hear or just didn't respond, instead he lifted Abby up into his arms. To say that Abby was shocked would be an understatement. She half thought about struggling and telling the man that she was more than capable of walking. But the fact was she wasn't sure if that was true. Instead she slipped her arms around his neck to make her fell more secure and rested her head against his chest.

Abby wasn't' really sure where the man was taking her but she was sure that it wasn't back to Hogwarts. The man explained that it was already past curfew, she wasn't getting back into the castle, while looking down at Abby. She nodded back up at him and noticed that they had arrived at the entrance of the shrieking shack. The man set her down on her feet. Abby wasn't sure how he expected to get in to the shack, the door was locked.

The man muttered almost to himself, something about Wizards being stupid, he was so confusing, almost as though he kept forgetting she was even there. Abby jumped, thinking for a second that perhaps he had read her mind. The man walked over to a broken window and climbed through. Abby just stood there dumbstruck until the man stuck his head back out of the window and glared at her, snapping at her to get a move on, unless she wanted to wait for the men who had attacked her.

Abby walked over to the window with wobbly legs and climbed through with a fair amount of difficulty. She wasn't nearly as tall as the man before her and managed to catch her leg on the broken glass cutting it slightly. She attempted to mask a gasp and hide the cut. She was already being such a pain to this man, she didn't want to make it any worse.

Abby stepped inside and looked around the shack. It just looked like a normal-if unused- house. She turned to the man before her. "Thank you," She said in as strong a voice as she could muster, which in reality wasn't much above a whisper. "For everything. I'm Abby, by the way, Abby Cole." She told him, hoping to find out his name so as she could stop referring to him as 'the man' in her head.

[jamie]

Jamie could tell the girl was shocked from her earlier experience and he wouldn't blame her to not be. If Jamie hadn't come along and beat up that man, also disbaning the other man in doing so, who knows what could have happened. The girl was probably going to be a bit out of it for a bit, but Jamie would make sure that the girl would at least get back to Hogwarts safetly, knowing the girl was in his year from what he could remember. He rarely paid any attention in class so he prided himself on the fact that he had at least recognized her face, although her name as still a mystery.

When the girl finally climbed in through the window, Jamie heard her gasp out in the silent house as he turned to look at the girl. Looking down, he could see a small trail of blood trickle down the girls bare leg as he sighed. Fuck man! This girl is so troublesome... Jamie thought to himself as he began to pull of his only shirt, soon standing shirtless in the room with the girl. Placing the material between his teeth, he pulled down hard on his shirt as he heard it rip easily with his sheer amount of strength. The once shirt was now two halves as he quickly ripped it lengthways again to create long strips of material.

Approaching the girl, he knelt down on one knee before her, not saying anything -as he didn't know what to say- as he used a price of material to wipe off the blood and a clean peice to tie around the wound as gently as he could. Usually he had, as a child, had to tend to his own wounds so he was used to making do with whatever he had around him as he would need to stop himself from bleeding out. He'd never actually helped someone else though, but it was a strange new experience for the Slytherin.

When the girl spoke a little bit louder than a whisper, Jamie glanced up from where he was still kneeling on the dusty floor boards, although he didn't have to look up very high as his height had him only tilting his head slightly to look the girl -no, Abby- in the eyes. He stared at the girl for a moment, a blank look on his face before he said plainly, "Jamie Daven."

[ABBY COLE]

Abby noticed that her attempt to hide her injured leg failed as the man sighed again and pulled off his shirt. This revealed a set of finely toned abs which Abby had a hard time looking away from. She wasn't normally like this, usually the Ravenclaw girl didn't even notice boys. But this one... wow. The man ripped the shit up and applied a strip of the material to Abbys wound effectively stopping the bleeding.

Jamie Daven he replied when Abby asked his name. Jamie. Jamie. Jamie. Abby liked the name. It was nice, simple, not too complicated. She knew who he was now. Jamie Daven was a feared name around the corridors of Hogwarts. You didn't mess with Jamie Daven.

"Why did you help me?" Abby asked quietly. She was genuinely curious about the answer, from what she knew of this boy he didn't help anyone. So why did he stop and save her rather than just carrying on with his night?

[jamie]

Jamie was curious as to his reasoning as well. Why did he help her? He usually didn't help others, well, he did if they were going to be raped and killed -much like Abby was-, but usually he was the one doing the hurting. He knew that when he said his name, she'd know who he was. He didn't just earn a reputation within the school as a cold hearted, merciless man, he lived up to that reputation on a daily basis. He'd have more than enough evidence against his name to put him in jail (if this were within muggle society of course), but it seemed that physical violence was deemed not as harsh as using say, an unforgivable on a person.

If you asked Jamie though, torturing someone by pulling out their nails, like they did in the old gangster movies he watched, would be a whole lot more painful than a cruciatus curse. Jamie continued to stare at the girl, seeing the tear tracks which were evident on her cheeks, her torn dress, her messy hair, her red eyes...in that moment, with the moonlight streaming in through the window Jamie thought that the girl was absolutely gorgeous.

Is that why? Jamie thought to himself, before shaking his head, reasoning, no...you're not so heartless as to just save a girl cause she's got a nice rack...no...why did you save her? Jamie was confused by his own actions as he stood up, towering over the girl before turning and walking away. He only paused as he reached the doorway which led to the enterance hall of the house, saying softly, "I don't know why...I just did..." Looking back quickly, he asked, "can you walk?"

[ABBY COLE]

Abby watched as Jamie froze. He seemed to be deep in thought, contemplating something far beyond his usual mind set. Jamie shook his head and Abbys curiosity peeked. What had he been thinking about? She wanted to know, but there was no way she could be brave enough to ask, she was the meek little Ravenclaw, invisible in the shadow of her two best friends.

Jamie stood and walked away from her towards the door, putting physical distance between the pair before replying that he didn't know why he had saved her, he just did it. Jamie looked back quickly, as though confused by his own thoughts and actions. He then abruptly changed the topic of conversation. Could she walk? Now that was a question. Honestly Abby wasn't sure. Her legs were jelly with fear from the attack. And then now they were sore due to the cut that she had attempted (and failed) to hide from Jamie. But Abby didn't want to be any more of a burden than she already felt she was. All she wanted to do was get some sleep and then head back to Hogwarts where hopefully Gabe and Care would be back.

"Yeah, sure,"Abby said pushing herself awkwardly to her feet. "I can walk." Abby took a few tentative steps. She was determined not to need any more help. She didn't want to put Jamie out. He was being so kind to her- for reasons unknown- she didn't want to take advantage of that.

[jamie]

Jamie watched with a careful eye as Abby stood up, wobbling as she did and walked forward carefully, swaying. She looked so determined at that moment, but looking down at her leg Jamie knew that she shouldn't be walking on it due to the movement could cause the wound to bleed profuriously - even more so than it was before. Jamie sighed. This girl is too troublesome... Jamie thought to himself as he strode forward, once more picking up Abby with ease bridal style.

Jamie knew he was being nice...too nice. If word got out about him being so...mushy, his reputation would certainly go down the drain. But truth be told, at that moment he didn't really mind. As long as Abby was alright, Jamie thought that he could live through anything thrown his way. So walking upstairs to where he knew the ruined bedroom was, he carefully carried Abby within his large arms, holding her as he used his foot to kick the door it. Setting Abby down on an armchair opposite the bed, Jamie walked over, pulling out his wand for the only thing which seemed to be useful to the Slytherin as he said, "scourgify." The bed sheets were suddenly pristine once more as he turned back to Abby, nodding towards the bed as he said, "sleep. I'll take the floor."

[ABBY COLE]

Abby frowned when she felt the tall muscular Slytherin scoop her up into his arms bridal style. "I can walk!" Abby grumbled under her breath. She was tired. A wave of exhaustion shot across Abbys body. She lay her head against Jamies shoulder, he was so comfortable. And he smelled amazing! Like some kind of lynx and outdoors. Abby stifled a yawn. Jamie set her down on a comfortable chair. Abby refrained from making a noise of objection when Jamie set her down. She also stopped her face from slipping into a pout.

Abby watched as Jamie pulled out his wand and pointed it at the huge bed in the middle of the room. He grabbed his wand and mutter a quick cleaning spell. The bed sheets were suddenly pristine once more. Jamie looked back at Abby, he nodded towards the bed, telling her to go to sleep, he would take the floor for the night. Abby stood, about to make her way over to the huge bed. She hesitated. "You know you don't have to take the floor. It's a huge bed, I mean, it's not like you're going to try anything. Plus I feel bad, i've been nothing but a pain since you found me." Abby tugged on the end of her torn dress, trying to make it cover more of her. She felt so exposed and vulnerable, offering to sleep in the same bed as him, a boy, was the most risky thing she had ever done. Gabe would kill her had he known.

[jamie]

Jamie ignored the girl's protest as he held her within his arms, his leather jacket still around her shoulders as he carried Abby. He felt her rest her head against his shoulder as he felt her breath against his neck, tickling him slightly, her hair brushing his bare skin softly. It sent a shiver up his spine, the motion foreign but pleasurable to the male as he heard Abby yawn. She was tired and as he let her sit in the chair in the only bedroom which had furniture which hadn't seemed to be ripped apart or broken, Jamie fixed up the bed.

When he watched as Abby stood, talking as she tugged at her dress, the motion only making Jamie's eyes drift to the girls exposed skin as he coughed slightly, turning his gaze away. He didn't want to, but as Abby looked up at him with clear eyes which seemed to sparkle and her tone just made Jamie nod, not even registering within his mind that he had just agreed. "...Ok..." Jamie said as he sat on one side of the bed, waiting for Abby to do the same on the opposite side.

Seeing her in little clothing with his jacket providing the only warmth, he himself half naked as he sat on the bed. Lifting his legs up he pulled the covers down beneath him, settling in as he laid back against the headboard, his arms behind his head as he stretched his legs out comfortably before him, one leg bent at the knee as the other was out straight. He watched Abby carefully, the girl being such a confusing addition to his late night. She was different from other girls, albeit though not as tom boyish or rough like Aurora but neither was she all gossipy and flirty...that would have just been a pain in Jamie's ass if she was. At least Abby had no complaint about staying in the shreiking shack, unlike some other students.

[ABBY COLE]

Jamie had ignored Abbys complaints at being lifted. She would think that he didn't care, except if that was true he would just let her walk, stumble and fall. It occurred to Abby that Jamie was a man of few words. She was standing before him, Abby watched as the boy before her nodded and muttered in the affirmative. He sat rigidly on one side of the bed. Clearly he was not budging for the rest of the night. This was Jamies way of setting the rules and boundaries, she believed. Except if that was true then why were his eyes hungrily searching her body. He seemed interested. And Abby had to admit, she was having trouble drawing her eyes away from his beautiful bare chest.

Abby fixed the leather jacket that was around her, pulling it tighter, it smelled like Jamie. Abby wasn't sure why but the smell was comforting. It made her feel safe. The jacket was long on her. Sadly as long as her short dress- the one she was never wearing again! Caroline could have it back. Along with a piece of Abbys mind! Well... no she would probably just say the dress didn't suit her and Care could have it, but that wasn't the point.

Abby slipped into the bed and under the covers, it was surprisingly comfortable. Abby reached out a hand, she delicately slipped it into Jamies. "Thank you," She whispered. "For everything tonight. It means a lot."

[jamie]

Jamie could see Abby's eyes roam across his bare chest, his shirt having been ripped up to be used as make shift bandages and his jacket to warm the girl beside him in the large kind sized bed. It made him feel more than happy to have the girl looking at him, although he was a bit irritated at the part of himself that was cheering at the fact the girl looked at him at all.

He didn't want her to look at him, it would only be troublesome and a hassle, but Jamie was beginning to differ on that thought. Jamie's rationality to adapt was wavering as this girl seemed to make all of his previous thoughts and beliefs come crumbling down. Shifting so his hands rested in his lap but his back was still pressed up against the head board, Jamie sat stifly, not knowing what else to do.

Jamie was there to protect himself, that was what he did best. Protecting himself by harming others. Yet, Abby was the first person he'd saved not without any thought at all. Her voice calling out to him in the night had him resolving on saving the distressed girl from those men. To Jamie, it could have been his first good deed he'd even done. So when Abby followed his lead and slipped under the covers, he was suprised when she reached out her hand and slipped it into one of his own.

"You're safe...I did what I did..." Jamie said plainly, the girls hand seemingly small within his own larger hands, which he let her hold, knowing that she was at least taking comfort in it. Turning to face the girl in the bed with him, Jamie let his free hand brush a strand of blonde from her face, tucking it behind her ear. He didn't know why he just did that, but it felt...right. Jamie lifted one side of his mouth briefly in a small lop-sided smile before turning away, his expression back to blank as he faced the far wall once more.

[ABBY COLE]

Abby felt Jamie's hand tighten around her own. It felt big, rough and so comfortable. She remembered feeling Noels hand around hers. It didn't feel like this. It was comfortable sure, but this felt like their hands were a perfect match. When they were entwined nothing could be wrong. Abby knew that she sounded stupid, like every teenage girl in the world with a crush. But she believed it was true. Jamie turned on to his side to face her, their hands still linked. Abby mimicked his action so they were staring at each other. She felt silly, staring at him so intently, but it also felt right. The boy stated as though it was simple that he did what he had done and she was safe. Nothing else seemed to matter, no explanation was offered or needed, she was safe and that was all that mattered.

Jamie reached out a hand and pushed a lock of Abby's blonde hair behind her eyes, his hand lingering on her cheek. Abby leaned into his palm, it was comfortable, safe. His skin felt good against hers. A blush painted her cheeks as he pulled away again. She craved more contact. No boy had ever done that to her before, such a gentle movement, it was almost intimate.

"Well, thank you." Abby whispered again, feeling silly for repeating herself so many times. "I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't arrived." A shudder ran down Abby's spine making her tremble visibly. Abby subconsciously pulled Jamie's leather jacket closer around herself taking in the comforting smell.