You're In My Veins (And I Cannot Get You Out) // (4/15)
Title: You’re In My Veins (And I Cannot Get You Out)
Word Count: 2,071
Rating: PG
Summary: AU. Hermione was rather simple in comparison. She didn’t make Quinn watch muggle ‘movie-musicals’ or declare Tuesday’s as ‘Celestina Warbeck Appreciation day’. Really, what did it matter that her heart ached for Rachel’s touch, Rachel’s kiss, Rachel’s love. What the hell did her heart know, anyway?
Pairing/s: Rachel/Quinn, Hermione/Quinn with a dash of Brittany/Santana
A/N: Again, apologies… apparently I’m unreliable. *hemoshrug* Enjoy chapter four!
The first Quidditch match of the season dawned upon Hogwarts quickly; Ravenclaw had been selected to play Slytherin for the first match, a challenge that their Captain Roger Davies hadn’t taken lightly.
“Slytherin’s dirty!” He had bellowed across the pitch at their last Quidditch practice, “They want to win and they’ll stop at nothing to do it. I need you to be aware. Keep your heads high and watch out for any funny business. I wouldn’t put anything past that team”
And after a week of intensely vigorous training, the Ravenclaw team were ready to play their first game of the season. Quinn wandered down to the Quidditch pitch, dressed in her Qudditch robes with her broomstick slung over her shoulder. Her stomach was fluttering; Davies’ badgering during breakfast hadn’t helped the nerves.
A hand on her shoulder startled her out of her thoughts and she turned to see Hermione and Harry shoulder to shoulder, Hermione beaming and Harry shifting awkwardly on his feet. “Hi” Quinn croaked, bringing a hand to massage her neck. Her throat felt like sandpaper.
“Hey” Hermione said cheerfully while Harry threw her a light smile.
She caught sight of a silver and blue scarf wrapped loosely around Hermione’s neck and furrowed her eyebrows, “Is that mine?” She asked, fingering the material.
“I might have borrowed it from your bag yesterday” Hermione said with a sheepish smile, “I’m rooting for you” Quinn’s heart thudded as Hermione’s lips brushed her cheek. She caught Harry’s eye as Hermione stepped back and found the corners of her mouth turning upwards as he grinned at her.
“Good luck” He offered and she nodded gratefully. She glanced back towards the pitch, her stomach flipping nervously. Drawing in a deep breath she tried to block out the jeers of the Slytherins hurling insults her way as they made their way to the pitch. Here we go.
-
Streaks of blue soared through the air magnificently to the cheers of the Ravenclaw crowd; Quinn grinned happily. There was nothing quite like the feel of being on a Quidditch pitch; the wind in her hair, the feel of her broom gliding beneath her as she reached out her fingers to wrap around the cool, hard casing of the golden snitch…
Her heart elated as she caught sight of Cho Chang and Padma Patil, two of the girls in her dormitory with banners large enough to wrap around Hippogriffs floating above them with her name on them. Her smile faltered as she remembered the ‘Team Quinn’ banner Rachel used to have stashed away for Quidditch matches like these. Her head whipped around suddenly. Was Rachel here?
She scanned the masses of Gryffindor students, scouring the sea of red and yellow for her tiny ex-girlfriend. Rachel usually sat front and center, decked out in Quinn’s old Ravenclaw robes (she was a little too small for the newer set), waving a Ravenclaw flag and a set of banners that read embarrassingly adorable slogans and telling anyone that would listen that the hot Ravenclaw seeker was her girlfriend.
Her heart ached as she saw a group of rowdy Gryffindors had taken Rachel’s usual spot. What had she been expecting? She and Rachel weren’t together anymore.
She looked a little to the left and caught Hermione’s eye, flashing a smile as her girlfriend waved her Ravenclaw scarf proudly. She scanned the Gryffindor crowd quickly for friendly faces, meeting a waving Neville Longbottom and a scowling Ron Weasley. She contemplated scowling back for a few seconds before her eye caught sight of a flash of brown hair. She came. Rachel was at the Quidditch match. She bubbled with joy, a giddy grin spreading across her face before she could contain it.
Deciding against a celebratory lap around the pitch because of the warning glare Davies shot at her, Quinn settled for perching herself on her broom and seeking out Rachel again. There she was… wrapped in her Gryffindor robes with her scarf snuggly around her neck, a beautiful smile lighting her face. Quinn sighed. She was gorgeous.
“Fabray!” She was jolted out of her reverie by an angry looking Davies, “The game’s started! Get into it!”
Tearing her eyes away from Rachel she pushed forward on her broom, scanning the pitch for any signs of the snitch. Nothing. Her eyes darted back and forth from each player, the Slytherin seekers Vaisey, Zabini and the captain Urquhart had huddled around a Ravenclaw chaser, Chambers as if trying to pry the quaffle off of him with adverse bullying tactics. Quinn winced as she saw him drop several feet, obviously winded with the quaffle scooped up by Urqhart. Davies had been right about them playing dirty.
She heard erruptions from the Slytherin viewing gallery and turned to see that Slytherin had indeed, scored the first points of the match, Urqhart looking mighty pleased with himself as Mercedes the keeper cursed loudly. Frustrated she turned back to the Gryffindor viewing gallery to catch Rachel’s eye. And her heart dropped.
Rachel hadn’t moved, still just as tightly wrapped for the winter weather. She was still smiling and laughing, pointing at different players on the pitch as they zoomed before her. But she was no longer alone, her arm wrapped around the bicep of a pretty red-head.
“A Weasley” Quinn growled under her breath. Her grip on her broomstick slackened and she dropped several feet lower before she realized she was plummeting.
“Watch yourself Fabray!” Davies called from behind her.
Was this what Rachel felt when she was with Hermione? Was it this intense, this heartbreaking every time? It was like someone had cast chains around her heart was tugging, mercilessly until it shattered.
Suddenly the pitch starting spinning; she felt sick to her stomach as she watched Rachel rest her head against Ginny Weasley’s small shoulder. She blazed with jealousy everything inside her fuming.
She ripped her eyes away from Ginny and Rachel miserably when a bludger rocketed forward, almost knocking her off her broom. She glanced around angrily for the perpetrator and found herself eye to eye with Santana Lopez.
“Watch it Lopez” She spat, “You almost knocked me off my broom”
Santana’s eyes flickered dangerously, “That’s the game Fabray” She sneered, grasping ahold of her beater’s bat menacingly, “Maybe you’d like a refresher course”
And she swooped up to catch a passing bludger and swung it towards Quinn.
“What the hell is your problem?” Quinn yelped as she dived to miss it, the bludger grazing the side of her elbow.
“My problem is you” Santana said, swinging her bat back again. Quinn clutched at her bleeding wound, fingering the torn material of her robes. “We used to be friends” She said, more than a little stung.
Sure, Santana had swung bludgers at her before, but they had little force behind them and were easy to dodge. Santana put up a tough front, but she would never intentionally hurt someone she cared about. Quinn supposed she didn’t fit under that category anymore. Santana had abruptly ended their friendship the day Quinn and Rachel broke up. She caught a glimpse of Rachel and Ginny again and her heart clenched painfully.
“Hey!” Santana snapped, “Don’t look at her like that. That’s your damn fault Fabray. Not hers”
Her anger bubbling, Quinn’s attention snapped back to Santana, “Why don’t you mind your own business” She snarled, “You know nothing about what happened between Rachel and I”
“I know exactly what happened” Santana leered, “You broke her heart because you don’t have any backbone. You’re a coward. I know that much Fabray”
“I’m the coward?” Quinn seethed, “How’s Britt these days Lopez?” She gestured to Brittany who was sitting happily in the Hufflepuff gallery on the lap of her Gryffindor boyfriend, Artie Abrams.
Santana’s face flushed with fury but before she could respond, Quinn heard Davies’ screams over the cheers of the crowd. “QUINN! THE SNITCH! GET THE SNITCH!”
A shot of gold soared past her and Quinn took charge, swooping down towards the tiny speck. Santana’s words thrummed through her as she outstretched her shaking hand, taking an angry swoop. Numbly, she leaned forward and accelerated, the snitch just within her reach. She shot past whirls of blue and green before making a final dive, clasping the snitch firmly in her hand.
The Ravenclaw stand erupted with delighted cheers, the Hufflepuff’s and Gryffindor’s cheering along merrily. Urqhart swore loudly and kicked his broom to the side as the Slytherin stands blew up with loud ‘boo’s’.
Quinn lifted the snitch for all to see, whipping around to meet Davies midfield when she caught sight of a blurred bludger streaking towards her. Before she could do as much as widen her eyes the bludger hit her square in the face with a sickening crack and knocked her off her broom and into blackness.
--
The first thing Quinn felt when she woke was agony; it was as if someone had clobbered her over the head with a… oh wait. She groaned as the events of the Quidditch match came back to her; arguing with Santana, catching the snitch… Ginny and Rachel.
She supposed it was Santana who had sent the bludger hurling into her face. She moaned softly as she lifted a hand to feel the extent of the damage. Everything on her face felt fine; she guessed Madam Pomfrey had probably fixed anything broken. Too bad she couldn’t do much for the bruises and pain. Wincing, she opened her eyes, meeting darkness.
The hospital wing was empty and quiet, the light in Madam Pomfrey’s office switched off. It must have been late.
Her head ached again as she tried to sit and she collapsed onto the bed panting. A sudden click of the hospital wing doors had her lying rigid, tensing fearfully. The last time she had been alone in the hospital wing had been after a potion had blown up in her face in her second year. The school had been on edge as the chamber of secrets had been opened and she didn’t sleep a wink, surrounded by petrified victims of Slytherin’s monster, the basilisk. She had tried to be brave for Rachel, who had clung to her everywhere they went in fear of the beast, but she had been terrified.
‘It’s not a monster’ She told herself, ‘Probably just Madam Pomfrey. It’s not a monster’
The figure came to light and Quinn stiffened. It looked like a person… a girl. But who would sneak into an empty hospital wing in the middle of the night? The figure moved towards her and Quinn strained to get a look at her face. It was definitely a girl. And she was crying.
The girl’s hand brushed Quinn’s arm gently, making the hair stand at the back of Quinn’s neck, “Oh Quinn” The girl murmured breathily. Quinn’s heart stopped. Rachel.
Quinn squeezed her eyes shut as Rachel moved closer, her heart racing. Rachel was here. But why? Her breath caught in her throat as delicate fingers grazed her forehead. She sunk into the warmth of Rachel’s hand on her cheek, biting back a moan. Rachel smelled good. Familiar. Like strawberries and vanilla… and hot chocolate on a cool day.
Her body thrummed with electricity as Rachel’s lips ghosted across her forehead. She tried to focus on her breathing. In. Out. In. Out.
“I’m so sorry Quinn” Rachel whispered, trailing her fingers along Quinn’s jawline. Quinn’s stomach flipped. In. Out. In. Out. One breath at a time.
“She shouldn’t have hurt you” Rachel continued, smoothing Quinn’s hair off her face. She paused suddenly and sighed, drifting her thumb over Quinn’s lips.
“I’m sorry” She whispered again, “Feel better Quinn”
And she pressed a final kiss to Quinn’s bruised forehead before turning and shuffling out of the hospital wing.
Quinn lay in the darkness bringing a hand to hold over her racing heart. She definitely wouldn’t be getting any sleep tonight.
Word Count: 2,071
Rating: PG
Summary: AU. Hermione was rather simple in comparison. She didn’t make Quinn watch muggle ‘movie-musicals’ or declare Tuesday’s as ‘Celestina Warbeck Appreciation day’. Really, what did it matter that her heart ached for Rachel’s touch, Rachel’s kiss, Rachel’s love. What the hell did her heart know, anyway?
Pairing/s: Rachel/Quinn, Hermione/Quinn with a dash of Brittany/Santana
A/N: Again, apologies… apparently I’m unreliable. *hemoshrug* Enjoy chapter four!
The first Quidditch match of the season dawned upon Hogwarts quickly; Ravenclaw had been selected to play Slytherin for the first match, a challenge that their Captain Roger Davies hadn’t taken lightly.
“Slytherin’s dirty!” He had bellowed across the pitch at their last Quidditch practice, “They want to win and they’ll stop at nothing to do it. I need you to be aware. Keep your heads high and watch out for any funny business. I wouldn’t put anything past that team”
And after a week of intensely vigorous training, the Ravenclaw team were ready to play their first game of the season. Quinn wandered down to the Quidditch pitch, dressed in her Qudditch robes with her broomstick slung over her shoulder. Her stomach was fluttering; Davies’ badgering during breakfast hadn’t helped the nerves.
A hand on her shoulder startled her out of her thoughts and she turned to see Hermione and Harry shoulder to shoulder, Hermione beaming and Harry shifting awkwardly on his feet. “Hi” Quinn croaked, bringing a hand to massage her neck. Her throat felt like sandpaper.
“Hey” Hermione said cheerfully while Harry threw her a light smile.
She caught sight of a silver and blue scarf wrapped loosely around Hermione’s neck and furrowed her eyebrows, “Is that mine?” She asked, fingering the material.
“I might have borrowed it from your bag yesterday” Hermione said with a sheepish smile, “I’m rooting for you” Quinn’s heart thudded as Hermione’s lips brushed her cheek. She caught Harry’s eye as Hermione stepped back and found the corners of her mouth turning upwards as he grinned at her.
“Good luck” He offered and she nodded gratefully. She glanced back towards the pitch, her stomach flipping nervously. Drawing in a deep breath she tried to block out the jeers of the Slytherins hurling insults her way as they made their way to the pitch. Here we go.
-
Streaks of blue soared through the air magnificently to the cheers of the Ravenclaw crowd; Quinn grinned happily. There was nothing quite like the feel of being on a Quidditch pitch; the wind in her hair, the feel of her broom gliding beneath her as she reached out her fingers to wrap around the cool, hard casing of the golden snitch…
Her heart elated as she caught sight of Cho Chang and Padma Patil, two of the girls in her dormitory with banners large enough to wrap around Hippogriffs floating above them with her name on them. Her smile faltered as she remembered the ‘Team Quinn’ banner Rachel used to have stashed away for Quidditch matches like these. Her head whipped around suddenly. Was Rachel here?
She scanned the masses of Gryffindor students, scouring the sea of red and yellow for her tiny ex-girlfriend. Rachel usually sat front and center, decked out in Quinn’s old Ravenclaw robes (she was a little too small for the newer set), waving a Ravenclaw flag and a set of banners that read embarrassingly adorable slogans and telling anyone that would listen that the hot Ravenclaw seeker was her girlfriend.
Her heart ached as she saw a group of rowdy Gryffindors had taken Rachel’s usual spot. What had she been expecting? She and Rachel weren’t together anymore.
She looked a little to the left and caught Hermione’s eye, flashing a smile as her girlfriend waved her Ravenclaw scarf proudly. She scanned the Gryffindor crowd quickly for friendly faces, meeting a waving Neville Longbottom and a scowling Ron Weasley. She contemplated scowling back for a few seconds before her eye caught sight of a flash of brown hair. She came. Rachel was at the Quidditch match. She bubbled with joy, a giddy grin spreading across her face before she could contain it.
Deciding against a celebratory lap around the pitch because of the warning glare Davies shot at her, Quinn settled for perching herself on her broom and seeking out Rachel again. There she was… wrapped in her Gryffindor robes with her scarf snuggly around her neck, a beautiful smile lighting her face. Quinn sighed. She was gorgeous.
“Fabray!” She was jolted out of her reverie by an angry looking Davies, “The game’s started! Get into it!”
Tearing her eyes away from Rachel she pushed forward on her broom, scanning the pitch for any signs of the snitch. Nothing. Her eyes darted back and forth from each player, the Slytherin seekers Vaisey, Zabini and the captain Urquhart had huddled around a Ravenclaw chaser, Chambers as if trying to pry the quaffle off of him with adverse bullying tactics. Quinn winced as she saw him drop several feet, obviously winded with the quaffle scooped up by Urqhart. Davies had been right about them playing dirty.
She heard erruptions from the Slytherin viewing gallery and turned to see that Slytherin had indeed, scored the first points of the match, Urqhart looking mighty pleased with himself as Mercedes the keeper cursed loudly. Frustrated she turned back to the Gryffindor viewing gallery to catch Rachel’s eye. And her heart dropped.
Rachel hadn’t moved, still just as tightly wrapped for the winter weather. She was still smiling and laughing, pointing at different players on the pitch as they zoomed before her. But she was no longer alone, her arm wrapped around the bicep of a pretty red-head.
“A Weasley” Quinn growled under her breath. Her grip on her broomstick slackened and she dropped several feet lower before she realized she was plummeting.
“Watch yourself Fabray!” Davies called from behind her.
Was this what Rachel felt when she was with Hermione? Was it this intense, this heartbreaking every time? It was like someone had cast chains around her heart was tugging, mercilessly until it shattered.
Suddenly the pitch starting spinning; she felt sick to her stomach as she watched Rachel rest her head against Ginny Weasley’s small shoulder. She blazed with jealousy everything inside her fuming.
She ripped her eyes away from Ginny and Rachel miserably when a bludger rocketed forward, almost knocking her off her broom. She glanced around angrily for the perpetrator and found herself eye to eye with Santana Lopez.
“Watch it Lopez” She spat, “You almost knocked me off my broom”
Santana’s eyes flickered dangerously, “That’s the game Fabray” She sneered, grasping ahold of her beater’s bat menacingly, “Maybe you’d like a refresher course”
And she swooped up to catch a passing bludger and swung it towards Quinn.
“What the hell is your problem?” Quinn yelped as she dived to miss it, the bludger grazing the side of her elbow.
“My problem is you” Santana said, swinging her bat back again. Quinn clutched at her bleeding wound, fingering the torn material of her robes. “We used to be friends” She said, more than a little stung.
Sure, Santana had swung bludgers at her before, but they had little force behind them and were easy to dodge. Santana put up a tough front, but she would never intentionally hurt someone she cared about. Quinn supposed she didn’t fit under that category anymore. Santana had abruptly ended their friendship the day Quinn and Rachel broke up. She caught a glimpse of Rachel and Ginny again and her heart clenched painfully.
“Hey!” Santana snapped, “Don’t look at her like that. That’s your damn fault Fabray. Not hers”
Her anger bubbling, Quinn’s attention snapped back to Santana, “Why don’t you mind your own business” She snarled, “You know nothing about what happened between Rachel and I”
“I know exactly what happened” Santana leered, “You broke her heart because you don’t have any backbone. You’re a coward. I know that much Fabray”
“I’m the coward?” Quinn seethed, “How’s Britt these days Lopez?” She gestured to Brittany who was sitting happily in the Hufflepuff gallery on the lap of her Gryffindor boyfriend, Artie Abrams.
Santana’s face flushed with fury but before she could respond, Quinn heard Davies’ screams over the cheers of the crowd. “QUINN! THE SNITCH! GET THE SNITCH!”
A shot of gold soared past her and Quinn took charge, swooping down towards the tiny speck. Santana’s words thrummed through her as she outstretched her shaking hand, taking an angry swoop. Numbly, she leaned forward and accelerated, the snitch just within her reach. She shot past whirls of blue and green before making a final dive, clasping the snitch firmly in her hand.
The Ravenclaw stand erupted with delighted cheers, the Hufflepuff’s and Gryffindor’s cheering along merrily. Urqhart swore loudly and kicked his broom to the side as the Slytherin stands blew up with loud ‘boo’s’.
Quinn lifted the snitch for all to see, whipping around to meet Davies midfield when she caught sight of a blurred bludger streaking towards her. Before she could do as much as widen her eyes the bludger hit her square in the face with a sickening crack and knocked her off her broom and into blackness.
--
The first thing Quinn felt when she woke was agony; it was as if someone had clobbered her over the head with a… oh wait. She groaned as the events of the Quidditch match came back to her; arguing with Santana, catching the snitch… Ginny and Rachel.
She supposed it was Santana who had sent the bludger hurling into her face. She moaned softly as she lifted a hand to feel the extent of the damage. Everything on her face felt fine; she guessed Madam Pomfrey had probably fixed anything broken. Too bad she couldn’t do much for the bruises and pain. Wincing, she opened her eyes, meeting darkness.
The hospital wing was empty and quiet, the light in Madam Pomfrey’s office switched off. It must have been late.
Her head ached again as she tried to sit and she collapsed onto the bed panting. A sudden click of the hospital wing doors had her lying rigid, tensing fearfully. The last time she had been alone in the hospital wing had been after a potion had blown up in her face in her second year. The school had been on edge as the chamber of secrets had been opened and she didn’t sleep a wink, surrounded by petrified victims of Slytherin’s monster, the basilisk. She had tried to be brave for Rachel, who had clung to her everywhere they went in fear of the beast, but she had been terrified.
‘It’s not a monster’ She told herself, ‘Probably just Madam Pomfrey. It’s not a monster’
The figure came to light and Quinn stiffened. It looked like a person… a girl. But who would sneak into an empty hospital wing in the middle of the night? The figure moved towards her and Quinn strained to get a look at her face. It was definitely a girl. And she was crying.
The girl’s hand brushed Quinn’s arm gently, making the hair stand at the back of Quinn’s neck, “Oh Quinn” The girl murmured breathily. Quinn’s heart stopped. Rachel.
Quinn squeezed her eyes shut as Rachel moved closer, her heart racing. Rachel was here. But why? Her breath caught in her throat as delicate fingers grazed her forehead. She sunk into the warmth of Rachel’s hand on her cheek, biting back a moan. Rachel smelled good. Familiar. Like strawberries and vanilla… and hot chocolate on a cool day.
Her body thrummed with electricity as Rachel’s lips ghosted across her forehead. She tried to focus on her breathing. In. Out. In. Out.
“I’m so sorry Quinn” Rachel whispered, trailing her fingers along Quinn’s jawline. Quinn’s stomach flipped. In. Out. In. Out. One breath at a time.
“She shouldn’t have hurt you” Rachel continued, smoothing Quinn’s hair off her face. She paused suddenly and sighed, drifting her thumb over Quinn’s lips.
“I’m sorry” She whispered again, “Feel better Quinn”
And she pressed a final kiss to Quinn’s bruised forehead before turning and shuffling out of the hospital wing.
Quinn lay in the darkness bringing a hand to hold over her racing heart. She definitely wouldn’t be getting any sleep tonight.