JUST NOT RIGHT . <brian>

[cloe]

Okay, so mixing those several potions ingredients had been a bad idea. No, it had been a really bad idea. She should have known better than to have randomly thrown things together - that had proven a bad idea the first time, for she'd gotten high off of the substance's fumes coming from the cauldron - and this time...well, this time the potion had bubbled and exploded. Literally. And had landed on a rather interesting place, to her extreme embarrassment. Said body part(s) was now twice as large as it had been in the beginning, making her torso look oddly proportioned. It just wasn't right! To salvage her potions grade, she had to come up with a new potion, and she supposed that for flat-chested teenage girls, this would suffice, but...

"Argh!" she groaned, pulling the Hospital Wing's blankets up over her head. The strangest things happened to her, they really did, and it was incredibly frustrating. Did she have a habit of attracting odd things, or did she just accidentally do odd things? Whatever the true case was, she had certainly landed herself in an interesting situation right now, one that the nurse didn't have the immediate on-hand cure for. In other words, the old hag was stumped and Cloe was sort of stuck like this for awhile.

"Why me?" she moaned, figuring that most girls wouldn't mind such a change. She did. She wasn't like most girls. She preferred her own size, thanks, and was currently cursing that silly side of her that had told her to do such a thing was almost 'clever'. No, it was stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid. What the bloody hell was she to do with herself while she waited for the potions affects to wear off, or while she waited for the nurse to figure out the cure? The price one paid for stupidity, she supposed, and abruptly flipped over onto her stomach, wincing visibly as she did so.

The Hospital Wing doors were opening, and obviously someone was coming in. She hoped that they didn't stop and recognize her mane of blonde hair; she would have no choice but to do the polite thing and turn to talk to them! Then things would be awkward, unless it was a really good friend that wouldn't bat an eyelash...so, hesitantly, Cloe turned onto her side to see who had come, the blankets still clutched tightly to her chest. Stupid potions.

[brian callum vein \\]

Brilliant, just bloody freaking brilliant. Storming through the hallways, Brian Callum Vein made his way to the hospital wing. Two tasks ahead. Get his arm mended from the rather severe injury he had gotten during Quidditch Practice and stay in the hospital wing to finish his detention. That old hag of a McGonagall. He hated the woman, she was like a hawk with those nasty eyes and those stinky moth eaten clothes. Why couldn't she just leave him alone and let him be? Well, the answer to that was obviously quite obvious. She just had the hots for him and hated him not giving her a single glance. As if he ever would, she was just too plain and too old. Not that Brian minded elderly woman of course. But face it McGonagall was just ugly, and he'd never do an ugly girl.

As he went the Pomfrey's office, he held his arm in one hand. It was broken, nothing a simple healing charm couldn't fix up with, so when he had explained her why he was here - under her rather radiant and cute thick cheeks - she gladly helped him. He couldn't help it women had a soft spot for him. So, you may wonder how it was that a Quidditch Star like Brian Vein got hurt. Well, obviously he didn't fall of his broom if that's what you think. Nope, it was just a moronic hufflepuff that he had hit too hard, blocking his way while he was heading towards the showers. A bit of a hard knock, and well... his hand hand landed against the bark of a tree. The huff had ducked after the first punch and well.. the knuckles had cracked, so when Minerva Mcgonagall saw what had happened she had immediately send him up here, praying for his excuses - which he didn't give by the way - and putting him into detention with Poppy. Lucky the elder nurse had indeed a weak spot for him.

So now he was left in the hospital wing, with an utmost easy task. Fill all the vases with new flowers and water and then he could be off. His knuckles still hurt for the slightest part, yet his arm was fully back to normal as he stepped through the large doors. Not too many students were here, lucky him, yet one in particular caught his eye. A blond girl, clearly recognizable as Cloe Carrigan seemed to glance at him. A soft blue forget-me- not was in his hands while he walked over to her, smirking from head to toe as he placed the flower in the little vase on the bedside table next to her bed. "My Lady, I hope you're not too sick.", he smirked as he looked down at her, wondering why she was clutching the sheet so closely to her body.

[cloe]

"My Lady, I hope you're not too sick."

Of all the people in the school it just had to be Brian Vein. Why couldn't it have been someone else? Cloe despised that boy, he thought he could get any girl he wanted and it annoyed her. On her first day at Hogwarts he'd tried to hit on her, and she'd told him to cut the crap and leave her alone. Like that ever happenned, he hadn't left her alone since she's arrived. Although, underneath it all Cloe found him quite attractive, however she was too stubborn to admit it.

Cloe rolled her eyes, couldn't he just say straight out that he wanted her to sleep with him. Couldn't he just say it? Why try and hit on her and lead up to it, it made more sense to just say it and get it over and done with instead of annoying her. Brian wasn't that forward with her though, he liked to tease and annoy her. But the teasing got to a point where it was just plain lust, and Cloe often couldn't stand it.

"Sick isn't exactly the right word for it," she said, biting her bottom lip. "Let's just say a potion went terribly wrong, that's probably the best way to put it," Cloe said, rolling onto her other side. "Miss Carrigan, I think we may have found the antidote. Just try this, and we'll see if it works. If it doesn't there won't be any side affects, just a head ache!" Cloe nodded to the nurse as she approached them. "Sit up Miss Carrigan," the woman said, and Cloe's eyes widened. However, the Gryffindor knew she could hardly say no to a teacher.

Cloe sighed in defeat and sat up, allowing the blaket to drop, and her enlarged chest being revealed. The girl snatched the vile from the nurse and quickly drank it. "I'll be back soon to see if that works," the nurse said, before leaving for her next student. Cloe went bright red and laid back on the bed, covering herself with the blanket again.

[brian callum vein \\]

Teasing this little Gryffindor was just too easy. From the first moment her eyes had landed upon him, he had caused her agony, or something like it. But seen from Brian's eyes it was just plain lust. The girl wanted him, more than he wanted her, and perhaps that was what was frustrating her, or the fact that until now he had kept his actions with mere teasing, without thriving further than was normally the case with this bloke. So, right now, he figured teasing would just be the right thing for him to do. It was too nice winding a girl up like this and seeing her reaction.

And then, just as he wanted to reply that she might want to be more careful next time she wanted to start experimenting, the nurse came back in, giving him a small smile while he answered her with a very broad one, leaning his hands on the foot board of the bed, inquisitively looking at the young girl in her bed, blankets pulled so closely against her, Brian wondered if something had gone wrong with a particular part of her body.

And then, his answer came as she dropped the sheets, showing more than he was suspecting to see. His eyes couldn't help but waver over that well- constructed chest. Had it always been that big? Or was that just why she'd been clutching the blankets so close to her body. His face was kept straight as his eyes kept locked upon that marvelous engorgement, only looking up when Madame Pomfrey swept away with a small wink, totally oblivious to what had just happened.

Turning back to Cloe, a small smirk that could have been the trademark of any slytherin, lifted upon his face. "My, My, Miss Carrigen.", he said softly as he walked away from the back of her bed, coming over to the side, and seating himself upon the bed, one leg still up the ground, the other leaning upon the first. "that potion of yours wasn't so bad as you just made it sound. In fact, why take the potion Pomfrey just gave you...? You should keep it.", he beamed, watching her hands so that he was sure she wouldn't slap him straight in the face like analeigh had done the night before.