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Twelve Step Program for Romance: Weasley Style by Lucy Weasley
Format: Short story
Chapter 5: Step 5: The Crazy One and Newish Love
Chapter image by bellatrix @ TDA
They're all watchin' us now
They think we're falling in love
They'd never believe we're just friends
I stepped out of the house and hurried across the yard to the marquee. It was in the winter so the ground was covered in snow, and the marquee was magically heated. When I reached the tables, I found someone in my seat: Lorcan Scamander was slouched in my chair, watching his parents dance.
"Hey, Scam, what's wrong?" He jumped at the sound of my voice and twisted around to look at me.
"Nothing! I'm just cold." I snorted.
"You've never been cold in your life." Lorcan glared at me. "Oh, and you're in my seat by the way." He pointed to the chair next to him. I sat down, sweeping my dress of blue and green (Louis called it teal; if he wasn't so 'popular' with girls I'd say that boy was Chasing for the other team.) out from beneath my folded legs so it wouldn't bunch up under me.
"So, how was your Christmas?" Lorcan shrugged.
"Good. Granddad came to visit, and he wouldn't stop talking about the Nargles in our mistletoe." I giggled at the look on his face; Lorcan had never understood some of his relatives in the Lovegood family. We returned to sitting quietly, something new and foreign to us. A slower song came on, and the couples met on the dance floor. I saw Aunt Hermione and Uncle Ron bickering adoringly as they spun. Uncle George and Aunt Angelina were dancing just as lively; my aunt began laughing when he dipped her dangerously close to the ground.
"Do you want to dance?" I glanced at Lorcan, a little surprised. We'd danced together before, mostly at family events and couple times at Hogwarts dances, but it had been almost a year.
"Sure." I stood up and followed him to the dance floor. He glanced at me awkwardly before holding out a hand. I took it, smiling at him. We shifted to the music, trying to find a comfortable movement.
"You look pretty tonight, Lucy." For some reason that made me blush. Maybe it was the fact that he used my name instead of my nickname. But he'd done that before. I reached down and plucked at my 'teal' dress. It wasn't the first time Lorcan had seen me dressed up, but it had been a few months.
"Thanks, Lorcan, you look nice too." And he did look nice in his new black dress robes.
"Something's different about you, Luce.. maybe it's your hair." My normal mess of curls had been twisted and pulled into a fancy knot.
"Mum and Molly worked an hour on it," I told him. Lorcan snorted loudly.
"I'm sure that went well." I tossed my head and glared at him.
"It looks good doesn't it?"
"Yeah it does." The music sped up slightly, and I shook my hips to the beat, giving Lorcan my 'sexy' face. He laughed outright at that.
"Why do you act like that? How do you act like that?" I shrugged, continuing my dance, now cha-cha-ing in circles around him.
"I don't know.. I just do. Hey! You never told me what was wrong, and don't say 'nothing'; I'll know if you're lying." He looked uncomfortable, and even a little embarrassed.
"You know Oliver Creevey?" I nod. "Well I got mad at him earlier."
"Lorcan, he's the quietest fourteen-year-old ever. What could he have possibly done to make you mad?"
"He danced with you." I stared at Lorcan.
"You're kidding." But his face told me different. My distant, emotionless friend is jealous of a fourteen-year-old boy that is two feet shorter then him. I've known Scam's feelings for me were more then just friendly since the end of fifth year, but he didn't know I knew. "Scam, he's fourteen! he's had a crush on Lily for two years. I danced with him because he's like a brother.." I giggle, and Lorcan looks like he wants to kill me.
"This isn't funny, Lucy."
"You're right.. It's hilarious!" I laugh a little louder, and he pushes me. I push him back and look around the marquee. "They're all staring at us." Lorcan smirked, apparently back to his normal self.
"Then let's give them something to really stare at." And with that he spun me out and spun me back in close to him. I laughed loudly, feeling dizzy as he looked down at me with a very un-Lorcan like look on his face as he leaned down to kiss me.
When you kiss me like this
I think you mean it like that
If you do baby kiss me again
A/N: Song-You Shouldn't Kiss Me Like This-Tody Keith