Paying off a Debt

[Dios mio, it finally happened!]

Danny rolled his eyes playfully at Miseria and let out a short breath of air. He could've made some innuendo just now, but he figured Mis would most likely want his throat in the palm of her hand if he tried anything of the sort. Instead, he just raised his hands slowly out of the water and lowered his head slowly, shrugging his shoulders back up and down. "Guilty," he said calmly, but the tinge of his hilarity subsiding in his voice "I would [i]love[/i[ to hear you scream." Well, perhaps he did let his own interests take control of the conversation, but he still thought it was funny nevertheless.

When Miseria moved herself in front of him, he paused for a moment. What did she say, he couldn't exactly make it out, but it sounded like something about Gryffindor. After the short pause he coughed slightly to clear his throat and said "Well being a Gryffindor isn't the only way to have courage or bravery. It's how you...I don't know, how you are." He just realized that really didn't make sense, but he was sticking but his clumsily assembled choice of words.

Again she raised her eyebrows. Then she grinned at Danny and raised her hand. Though the movement was fast as if she was about to slap him across the face, her palm landed on his cheek and she softly patted it. "I've got the feeling that you'd go mental after that so let's not ruin your pretty little life yet."
His last words made no sence to her, though. Miseria bit her lip, holding her breath. She did get the idea. Maybe. Such things as bravery or speeches about how person should act to prove himself in the future did not interest her.

"And you're all wet. Now get into the water otherwise you'll get pneumonia and trust me, this is not as pleasant as it sounds," she blinks with her eye and takes his hand. "Come on now," she dragged him by the hand, trying to get Danny into deeper water.

Even though Danny was never the one to shy away from looking embarressed, he managed to control how he looked as she patted his cheek. On the outside, he appeared normal, but on the inside, he felt a cacophony or different gizmos just falling apart inside of him. He knew why, but he just didn't want to admit it. So instead of embracing that part inside of him, he managed to hide it just long enough for him to regain his control. It was an uneasy battle, but afterwords, he managed to appear somewhat normal once more. "Umm..." he said not feeling reassured "Okay..." Perhaps this whole evening was just a big mistake.

Debating whether or not he should just excuse himself now, he decided to follow Miseria into the water, which just didn't seem healthy to him at the time. Of course there had to be a dozen of bacteria and other diseases just lurking somewhere in the deep, for him to do this had to be an irrational decision. But for some reason, he kept going, as if he was a flame to a flame. The initial reaction to the water jolted him of course, but after a moment of being submerged slightly, he began to feel himself adjust. Still, it hadn't to have been a good idea either way. "Okay," he said, his teeth slightly chattering "did what you asked, now can we perhaps find a warmer place to relax?"

It would be a total lie if she'd say that she did not enjoy dragging Danny into the water and in the end smiling at him victoriously.
His battle was now lost - he was in the water and she got what she wanted. The whole idea of humiliating each other was clearly the greatest way to amuse each other while on a date. But seeing Danny the way he was, acting paranoid towards the depths of the water, she suddenly felt sorry for him and enjoying water and the wetness wasn't in the question anymore.

She was just about to ask him if he was fine, maybe he got sick right after she forced him into the water, when he offered to leave. Miseria nodded. That did not sound so bad. "Okay, let's go." This time she held his hand in a softer grip and she walked him out of the pool. Once outside she took her wand and dried their clothes. "Could you help me with putting this back on?" she asked, waving with her unusual pink corset.

Danny paused for a moment and narrowed his eyes slightly away from Miseria. It was as if she were purposely trying to tear him down from the foundation and make him collapse, but it was almost discrete. Perhaps this was intentional and perhaps it wasn't, but it didn't make anything any easier for him. With a slight nod and a somewhat defeated attitude, he moved himself out of the water and back into the freezing cold. He walked back over to his jacket he had set on the ground and reached into its front pocket, pulling out his wand. With an intricate wave, he felt a hot blast of air on his feet, then legs, then torso, then head, as he began to dry himself off. Magic sure could be useful, that was for sure.

Pulling the jacket back onto himself, he began to feel himself begin to relax once more. What she had asked was reasonable, the corset was an interesting piece of clothing, but seemed difficult to put on by just one person...now that he thought about it, how the hell did she put it on herself? He felt himself tense up again and suddenly, a short burst of laughter flew from his lips. No idea why, but he always did so whenever he felt nervous. He walked over to where Miseria had set her clothing down and gripped it in his right hand, pulling it up from the ground. He would regain his control, and he wouldn't try to do something he would regret.

He practically jogged back over to Miseria and continued to hold the dress in his hands, his composure seemed to be regained. "Look Mis," he said, almost softly "tonight was fun, regardless of the freezing cold and everything, but uhh...would you like to do this again? No debts or anything, just...us?" Boy, he knew how to chop up a good sentence, but this was like the Reign of Terror. After a second, he quickly uttered "Because uhh...shit, not making this any easier for myself."

It was nice seeing him feel better actually. Although Miseria really had this masochistic nature which enjoyed causing people pain and suffering, but she realized that watching other's enjoy themselves and feel good was actually heartwarming.
Not that she'd allow anyone to know this little fact. She already felt strange; having something in common with other's wasn't exactly her thing. It was as if Miseria was obsessed with originality.

When he laughed, Miseria raised her eyebrows. She could fix herself up without his help if that was what he was hinting upon. But putting corsets on with someone's help was much more comfortable and she believed that he did not have anything against it. And remembering his comments before, she guessed that he'd even enjoy squeezing her breathless with that clothing.
Yet, she decided to ask him. Curiosity killed a cat. How unfortunate. „What's so funny?“ Mis turned herself around to face him.

Once he approached her, Miseria turned herself around. The ropes with what he was supposed to bind the corset. „You really want to meet with me again?“ she asked, eyes on the grass.
This was, honestly, the first time like this. No, she humiliated people whenever she felt like this, it did not matter who, but the date – this was definately the first.
Miseria bit her lip. „Okay. When and where?“ she cocked her head slightly and turned it a bit so that she could see Danny over her shoulder.

From her response, he felt a wave of relief course through him. Knowing her, he thought she'd want to hang him in the galleys, but it seemed she was also interested as well. The happiness he felt in that moment wasn't describable to him, since he was never very good with words. But if he had to guess, it'd probably just fall under the category of 'elated'. His smile grew to a wide berth and he nodded his head subconsciously in agreement. "Well...I guess I'll call you at some point...send an owl or whatever" he said nervously, his hands almost frozen where they were at. He chuckled slightly, still in major disbelief and looked back at her.

Her gaze was down, looking towards the ground, which was safest to say that she was also faintly embarrassed. Understandable, it seemed like this was a first time experience for her as well. Out of nowhere, he felt his left hand move from his side and touch her chin softly, gently pushing her view back up to him so he could look in her eyes. He fell silent for a moment and tried to connect the missing pieces of his thoughts together. But once all the pieces aligned, he finally realized something. He liked her, possibly could be even more. He didn't want to waste an opportunity like this, no matter the social norm, or no matter what people would say.

He leaned his face close in to hers and gently placed his lips against hers, the actions fulfilling him somehow. He kept his stance like this for another couple of seconds before he pulled away, his face noticeably more crimson than before. Well, he figured he was going to die for doing so, but hey, at least he wouldn't die unfulfilled.

Call her. Hah, she did not use those muggle devices such as cellphones or however they were called, though out of curiosity she looked at them, examined their structure and she was amazed by how people without any magical abilities could create such things. These new phones without any buttons, only sensible screen, enchanted her. They looked really interesting, yet so fragile! She was sure that if she'd drop one of them, they'd break within a second. Owls, their trustworthy companions, lasted for years and they served wizards well. Something that every person needed, she thought. But then again – mobile phones were also very comfortable. Maybe she'll get one just to call Danny and brag about that new thingy?

Contact with the skin made her jump; last time when someone touched her face like this was when her mother, Anna, was still alive and Miseria was still a child. It was funny to think that from such an innocent child grew up a woman who was considered to be insane, who dressed as if every day was a chaotic funeral and who had only blood and gore and revenge in her mind.
She frowned. Other side of physical contact was when she fought. Many times she got hurt, many times almost killed. She did not know in which section she should put Danny's touch. She had to admit, it did feel nice, though. All she could see was that he wasn't certain about his actions either. What's next?

She had to regain her self control and fast. But when she saw Danny's face which came closer and closer with every second, she completely lost herself. Miseria stared at him, blue eyes wide. No, she's been kissed before, that wasn't something new or anything, and she knew that this would eventually come, but somehow he still managed to shock her.
To her own surprise she kissed Danny back and before she could enjoy the warm feeling that was slowly filling her from the inside, it was all over. Miseria took a deep breath. Did he regret that? His face was so red. Although her cheeks adopted the color of pink, she could ignore that. Butterflies in her stomach created a greater disaster for her mind. „Are you alright?“ she asked, eyes still wide. This was one of the situations where she did not know how to act or what to say.

The sight of what Danny saw after their shared kiss was almost exhaustive on his head. Miseria, the woman who seemed like she would shake hands with Death itself only to stab it in the back, was blushing and surprised. Frankly, for Danny to be alive with nothing bad happening to him startled him greatly, mainly because he went out on a limb about what he had just done. But somewhere, deep within what had just happened, he knew she wanted it to. Just the thought alone that he had somehow tamed the elusive 'Miseria Lupin' made him feel empowered, almost godlike. But at the same time, he just felt glad to be with her at that moment, and a warm smile slowly crawled onto his face.

Moving his free hand down towards her hand, he gently placed his hand inside of hers and gripped it softly, feeling how cold her hand was to his and with another swift movement, he placed his lips back onto her, letting himself go in that kiss. The playful teasing, the close encounters, everything that had built up inside of him since they first met back in Diagon Alley came out in that kiss, and as it continued, he placed his right arm around her back while his left hand gripped on hers more tightly. The encounter there lasted for a good moment before he pulled away, his face still keeping the same consistency as before. With a slight hip in his voice, he said "I am now." Perhaps dating Mis wouldn't be so bad. After letting the moment settle, he finally realized how odd this sight must be. A couple standing in the middle of a park, somewhat drenched and the woman barely having her clothing on. Thank god no one was around to see it however.

Reluctantly letting go off her hand, he paused for a moment to collect his thoughts, knowing that everything had been spoken for that evening. Yet all he wanted to do was continue to be with her that night, he didn't want to leave. If time would stop for a back-flip, he'd have been a gymnast by now. Yet he knew the silence would be broken eventually, so he casually said "Well, I guess this means what you must think it must mean." The subtle tone of his humor began to shine through the cracks again as he said "Think you can handle the wild ride of a Thompson boy? I hear we cause quite a ruckus with how we handle things." Judging by how she looked though, she seemed to be ready.

Miseria did not know where Danny got his courage from. She could see that he was encouraged by the fact that she did not kill him right when they sepparated.
While he felt much better, relieved perhaps, Miseria had a battle inside. She was used being on top of the food chain. That was the part of her nature. She was a werewolf, a creature of the night, the one who transformed during the full moon and the one who murdered innocent people without a second thought. She was in a human form right now, but she could still bite.

What she did not expect was the fact that Danny could be such a softy or a person with romantic influence.
She lowered her gaze and stared at their hands. Danny's skin was so warm, hot even, while hers was cold. It was natural, but she could feel her fingers warming up when she held his hands in the soft embrace.
Her confusing thoughts were distracted by the kiss. She was stunned by the emotions at first, but then Miseria kissed him back, surprised at her own actions. She could easily push him away and teach him a lesson. Instead, she stood there, enjoying the moment, gripping his hand strongly. Her other hand slided to his neck.

Once the kiss was broken, Miseria was frustrated. She started leaning closer to him to engage in another of those kisses, but then Danny spoke.
Mis grinned, patting his neck. Then her fingers slid to his collar and she pulled him closer to her. With those shoes she was still shorter than him, and right now she felt that she needed to gain some authority over him:“Do not overestimate yourself, Thompson-boy. Remember that I can still snap your neck and make you suffer in the most painful and horrifying ways.“