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Csuri was still pretty irked about the game against Hufflepuff. Not only did they lose, but Hes lost her sanity for a while and she got a super broken shoulder (and if she wasn't good at ducking, perhaps a broken skull!). It had taken something of a mental toll on her, considering her desire to be left alone. And of course it'd been Vikram to get her to the hospital wing, of all people! She still wasn't sure how she felt about that little tidbit, especially since she'd apparently been a little... loopy on painkilling potions by the time Hes had been cleaned up and brought in. Then it was a few days of trying to help keep Hes mentally safe while she endured some pretty gruesome nightmares.

Finally, after class, Csuri had huffed to the Common Room, too stressed to deal with the crowded Great Hall, but too tired to cook. Well, tired and just, not physically capable. Healer Gwyllt had put her in a sling to keep her shoulder secure, and neither healer seemed keen to remove it yet. It was incredibly frustrating. She was about to head up to her room to just sleep until tomorrow when she spotted a familiar citrus on the little table beside the couch. Stupid ******** Vikram. She lifted it up to be sure, and there was a note just asking her to meet up. Ughhhhhhhh didn't he have any thought that she wasn't up for anything? Maybe once her shoulder stopped screaming when she walked to fast up the stairs, but not today.

After debating for a few minutes on whether or not to actually go (was she seriously debating following the request of an idiot?), Csuri finally sighed and headed out. Most of the house was at dinner, meaning no one would notice her slinking deeper into the dungeons to good ol' Classroom D-27. She sighed again outside the door, bringing her good hand up to gnaw on her nails as she considered her life for a moment. Was this the best she could get? Hes and Alice both had boys and romance and... ugh. Nevermind, it sounded horrible. Pushing the door open, Csuri stepped inside before closing it behind her. He was sitting on a tabletop, looking at his watch and seeming annoyed. "What do you want? I'm not up for anything today." She said, her eyes rolling at the words. As if he couldn't tell she looked - and felt - like crap today anyway.

Silver eyes watched as Vikram hopped off the table, regarding the other teen through a tired gaze. Csuri still wasn't quite sure how to handle their little trysts, but for her, it was simply building up a confusing mix of emotions. She really wasn't used to needing - or in fact wanting - someone else, especially when that person seemed to know every way to make her absolutely livid. She and Hes just gelled so well, and Alice had several common interests (even if she was usually followed by another of the most annoying boys in the school). But Vikram???? For years, he'd just served to piss her off! So why did she find herself following his stupid self?

"I did consider not." she said, her tone more clipped than usual. As Csuri waved away the idea of doing anything... specific, he explained that that had apparently not been his intention at all. Apparently he'd simply wanted to check up on her. Did he seriously not think she was capable of handling a bit of pain? Seriously, even if she didn't share her innermost feelings, he should be smart enough to know she wasn't a wuss.

But then the idiot out-idiot-ed himself. All the sudden, she was pulled into a hug. It was startling, but she leveled a glare his direction. "Why are you touching me? Get off." Csuri pushed him back a bit, using the arm that could handle the gesture. Silver eyes were still narrowed, the teen's brows furrowed in obvious frustration. “I’m not some sort of pitiful creature, Bhattacharyya. I’ll be just fine without you feeling... whatever it is you’re feeling.” She clucked her tongue as her eyes rolled, but she couldn't help the weird feelings in her brain. Stupid Vikram.

Another eye roll came when Vik brushed off her pushing him away. Good. Maybe he'd learn that unsolicited affection wasn't part of their deal. They met up, relieved tensions, then went their separate ways. No more, no less. It wasn't one of the romantacy books she often found herself reading, transfigured covers making her selections seem much more innocuous. No, it was real life and she was really a mean, ill-tempered person. Honestly, who did he think he was, trying to give her hugs? She wasn't one of the doe-eyed quidditch fans that he found himself in favor with, nor was she ever going to be.

As he sulked over to the door, putting on a grand show of hurt feelings, Csuri scoffed his way. "“Ugh. Don’t give me that nonsense. Two weeks ago and you wouldn’t have given a single care about me. What, you think that just because we’re.... doing whatever this has been means you actually care about me?! No one does. I get it. Not hard to piece together why.” 'Stupid' certainly wasn't a word she allowed herself to believe of her, especially with her grades, but when it came to emotions, she felt like the biggest moron. But this wasn't something more than just trysts in a dusty old classroom. It wasn't romance, it wasn't friendship. It was just.... whatever.

"Just leave. Go hang out with your idiot friends. See if I ******** care.” Her sharp tones leveled out, lashing her emotions in the way she knew best. She'd been hurt to the point of breaking too many times by trying to have relationships. Her parents, her grandmum, countless potential adoptors... not to mention a vast majority of the students at Hogwarts. She was even waiting on the day that Alice and Hesperia wised up and pushed her out of her life. Even Baba and Brianna... Their relationships were closer, but Csuri knew it was all just a matter of time. She wasn't planning on ever removing her walls, even if people tried to convince her it would all be fine.

After telling Vikram to just go away, Csuri leveled him with a glare. He had frozen from his movements, but she didn't care. This time, she was getting the last word in, dammit! He asked if she was thick, and immediately her anger spiked up. He walked back toward her as she prepared to tell him that the idiot here was him, but before she could move, a sharp sting went across her face and caused her to freeze up. What....? He told her she was dumb, then looked away from her. Seriously?! He couldn't even meet her ******** gaze after that?!

Csuri's hands curled into fists, the teen's anger flaring again. How dare he! But then he said he'd liked her since their third year, but she was too stubborn to notice. Before she could even think further on the matter, he'd stormed off, the door still left open as the room stood all but empty. What.... the hell had just happened!? He liked her? That was a lie if she'd ever heard it... and yet... would he have reacted like that if he didn't? Unfortunately, she was far from an expert on emotional maturity, and didn't know how to handle it. What was she supposed to do now?

With an enraged yell, Csuri slammed the door closed once more, letting her anger consume her in the safety of an empty room. Why were emotions so frustrating?! Why was she so <********> bad at handling them? She let out another scream, just absolutely livid that her stupid, stubborn self had done this again. She never had been able to contain herself, but lately it was so much more of a mess. And what the hell was she supposed to do now? Was she supposed to just go back out there and live life as if none of this had happened?! Was she supposed to grovel for an apology?

Ugh. Maybe she'd just.... close herself off from society and pretend she didn't exist... or maybe pen a letter to Brianna. Laying on the tabletop, Csuri let her stupid emotions take over, closing her eyes as silvery tears tracked down her cheeks. How dare he make her feel too many dang feelings?

This was a walk that Vikram was quite familiar with by this time, as it was one he'd taken many times. But this time it was different. Other times, he'd been excited for his meet up with Csuri for some physical affection but this time... Well, he wasn't even sure she was going to be there. He was starting to second guess himself. What if she'd gone somewhere else? The castle had a lot of places to hide, that was something he knew from first hand experience. He'd explored every nook and cranny of this castle over the last five year. He'd found lots of hidden passages, hidey holes, and just about a million places someone could disappear for a while. There was absolutely no guarantee that she was going to be here, and in fact, it was almost stupid for him to think she was. This was the place they'd had this fight. The place that... at least to him... he'd been meeting with someone he cared about. There was no way she was going to be here. Vikram stood outside the door for a few minutes, letting out a little sigh. He hoped she was here. Taking a deep breath, Vikram reached out and grabbed the doorknob, then he pushed open the door. Stepping into the room, he looked around, still feeling very much like he'd taken a bludger to the gut.

There was movement in the room that drew Vikram's eyes and that was Csuri sitting up on the desk that she'd been laying on. He looked at her from the doorway, honestly surprised that she was still here, despite him knowing she was going to be there. He heard her sniffle, seeing her wiping at her eyes with her sleeve. Was she crying? Had... had he made her cry? Vikram stood there silently for a moment, not sure what to do here. He wanted to talk to her but he was afraid she was going to say something to hurt him again. The teen was still painfully aware of her last words, still feeling the sting of her words cutting into him. But looking at her, he was sure that she was crying and he was convinced that it was him who had made her cry. "I..." he said quietly, before choking on his words. He swallowed hard at the lump in his throat, then walked into the classroom a few steps. "Csuri I... I'm sorry," Vikram apologized, his eyes looking down at the floor. He'd made her cry. He didn't deserve to be here. Sure, she'd also made him cry, but... With a little sigh, Vikram turned to leave the classroom, but his feet wouldn't move. This was all starting to be too much for him to deal with.

Even though his back was turned to her, he knew that she was crying; he could hear it in her voice, on the words that she was speaking. She absolved him of his feelings for her, saying that she knew he hated her now and that he didn't have to apologize for it. It was almost enough to make him laugh and he might have, if he'd been in any kind of better mood. "I can't... I can't hate you," he said quietly. "I was mad, yeah... but I can't hate you." Looking up, Vikram closed the door and turned to Csuri, looking her over with his tired eyes. Everything in his body ached, but it was his heart which hurt the most. He could see the pain in her as well. Something in her wanted to care too. She said she didn't know how to be normal, and that brought a small curl to his lips. "Normal... You know what, ******** normal, alright?" Drawing in a sharp breath, he steeled up his resolve and crossed the room to her, wrapping her in his arms again. "Yeah, you're a b***h sometimes, but that's what I like most about you. That's what I've always liked about you. Our verbal spars... that's why I like you. Hell, I like just spending time with you." His hand found her back and he softly stroked it, hoping to calm down her crying. Vikram hated that he'd made her cry, even if she had also made him cry.

When Csuri shifted in his arms, he half expected her to punch him in the ribs, or shove him off her like she had yesterday. Instead, her arms went around him and pulled him close. She apologized, which were words he'd never heard from her before. Words he'd never expected her to say. And yet, they were some of the best words he'd heard all day, probably even all week. "Me too. I'm sorry too," he said, feeling the need to apologize as well. He'd hurt her too, apparently. That fact was apparent now. She had been crying over him. Vikram pulled back a little from her, not enough to leave her arms, but just enough that he could tip her chin up a little. Brown eyes stared into her silvery eyes for a moment. Then he leaned his head down and placed a soft kiss on her lips. This wasn't the ideal relationship by a long shot, not the relationship that everyone dreamed of, and hell, he knew it would be rough, but he liked her and apparently she did like him too, at least a little bit. There was a question burning a hole in his mind, but he didn't know if he wanted to ask it, since she had a reputation to uphold. After all, that was why most of their trysts had taken place in an dusty, abandoned classroom in the dungeons. But it was something that was on his mind and he just couldn't shake the question.