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Chapter 3: Plan Into Action
After the kissing fiasco with Blondie, I walked around a bit to sort out my thoughts. Nothing made sense. How was Blondie here? How had he been going here for six years, and Bree never brought him up? How was he not a Muggle?! Why did I feel even slightly attracted to him?
He's a stranger kisser, and he didn't understand the rules of personal space at all. Why would I like someone like that? I wouldn't, I'm just confused from kissing is all. Yep, that's it. I don't even know his real name.
Once I had come to the conclusion that I did not like him, I made my way to the Slytherin common room. I got lost once or twice, but I managed to make it there. After saying the password (Salazar), I made my way up to the girl's dormitory.
Bree was unpacking. "Hey." She said. "Where have you been?"
"Around." I shrugged making my way to the bed next to hers that had my trunk in front of it. I started unpacking. I wasn't in the mood to tell her about my run in with Blondie.
"Around snogging Draco Malfoy?" She asked.
"What?!" I asked turning to face her.
"You heard me." Bree said.
"I didn't snog this 'Draco' person, I snogged Blondie. Well, really, he snogged me, and then I was giving him his kiss back and it was all very confusing..."
"Draco Malfoy is Blondie?!" She asked.
"Um, I don't know, I guess!" I exclaimed, still confused. "How did you even find out I kissed Blondie?"
"News travels fast at this school." She shrugged.
"Great." I muttered. "So, his name is Draco Malfoy. Draco Malfoy, why does that sound so familiar?" I asked myself, more that Bree. It came to me. "Oh, my goodness, that's the guy who broke your heart last year, isn't it?!"
Bree sighed and nodded. "Yeah, that's him."
"Oh, wow, I'm sorry I kissed him." I said.
"It's fine, I'm way over him...so do you like him?" She asked. I knew she wasn't over it. Bree could hold a grudge like no one else. She was not over Blondie breaking her heart.
"Um...I don't know." I said not sure how to respond, since she obviously wasn't over it. "I don't really know him. But if you're not over him, I won't even look at him at all."
I was trying to give her a chance to admit she was not over him. She wasn't taking the chance.
"Rorie, it's fine, I don't like him anymore...so do you think he's a good kisser?"
"How would I know?" I asked, determined not to admit that he was an excellent kisser. "I mean, he was my first kiss. I could think he was great, and then kiss someone else and realize he was actually horrible."
I wondered if she could tell that I wasn't exactly telling the whole truth. She probably could.
"Well, um, if you like him, I could tell you some stuff about him." She suggested.
"Sure. Not that I like him though." I said quickly.
After Bree finishes, I know for sure that she is no way over him shattering her heart.
She said Blondie played girls on a daily basis, that once he was done with them, he'd dispose of them in the worst ways possible. She said he goes through girls like the months of a year and that he shagged everyone of them, except for her.
The only good thing she said about him was that he could be the sweetest guy in the world...only to decieve girls and then play with their emotions. Everything else had to do with him being an arsehole who only cared about himself. It was clear she didn't want me liking him.
Which was fine. I mean, if she's not over him, I'm not gonna go after him, I wouldn't do that to my best friend. He's not my type anyways. Girls like me don't fall for guys like him. So as I lay in bed, why can't I stop thinking about him?
The next morning I woke up very early so I could send my Mum and Allie a letter, telling them I was fine and I had been sorted into Slytherin. I knew Mum would be proud.
I exited the common room, and as I was turning the corner, I saw a figure in front of me, and I screamed unintentionally. The figure jumped and looked at me wildly. The figure was Blondie.
"What the bloody hell is wrong with you?!" I asked. "You scared me to death!"
"Well, I didn't know you were coming this soon." He said defensively.
"What? You were waiting for me?" I asked surprised, and a bit freaked out.
Blondie then seemed to regain his usual over confidence. "Yes, I was." He said. "I just wanted to welcome you to Hogwarts."
"Really?" I asked, amused. "Could have sworn that's what you were doing last night when you kissed me. I thought you were part of the Welcoming Committee."
I started walking again, and he followed suit. "Well, I kind of was, but just so you know, out of all the new students, only you got that special treatment from my lips, Gorgeous." He said.
"Well, don't I feel special." I said keeping a smile off of my face with great difficulty.
"You should. I don't get up extra early to wait for anyone, you know." Blondie said.
"I can't decide if that's really sweet, or really creepy." I said honestly. As we kept walking, I came to realize that I had no idea where the Owlery, therefore, I didn't know where my owl, Robin, was.
"I think that you should decide that it's sweet, personally." Blondie smiled in a charming way.
"Blondie, why don't you make yourself useful, and take me to the Owlery?" I said, ignoring his last comment.
"Sure." He said. "As Head Boy I'm very capable of doing that." He said looking thoroughly pleased with himself.
"Head Boy, huh?" I asked, trying not to sound too impressed. But that didn't stop me from being impressed. I mean, Head Boy? From what I hear, that's a very high honor. I saw his badge shining on his chest.
So far Blondie didn't seem at all the way that Bree described him. He seemed funny and sweet. But then again she did say he only acted like that to reel girls in.
"That's right. The one and only." Blondie said.
"Interesting." I said simply.
"So, Gorgeous, what possessed you to get up so early to send a letter? Is it to someone special? Hopefully not a boyfriend?" He asked.
I chuckled. "I don't have a boyfriend, Blondie." I said. "And if I did, he would have dumped me by now because of all the kissing that's occured between you and me."
"So, no boyfriend huh? Lucky me." He said.
"Weren't you just asking about my letter?"
"Right, don't want to rush anything, now do we? So, who is this letter for?"
"My Mum." I answered, smiling slightly. "She worries about me a lot, so I just want her to know I'm okay and that I've been sorted into Slytherin."
Blondie smiled. "That sounds nice." He said. "What about your Father?"
I shrugged, trying to brush off the anger I had towards my Dad. "What about him? He doesn't care."
Blondie doesn't respond, and there is silence. I curse myself for making things so awkward, but I also don't say anything. Finally, we reach the Owlery.
I whistle, and Robin, my beautiful silvery-grey owl flies down onto my shoulder. Blondie tries to pet Robin, but she snaps her beak at him, in an attempt to bite him, but Blondie moved his hand in time.
"Hey!" He exclaimed.
I sniggered as I tied the letter to Robin's leg. "She bites." I informed him. "And so does her owner, so you'd better be careful." I turned towards the window, and Robin flew out of it.
I felt Blondie right behind me. "Just so you know, I bite back." He whispered.
"Great to know." I said turning around and walking past him. He followed right behind.
Now that I had sent my letter, I was ready for some breakfast and a bit more reading of The Princess Bride. But, I wasn't sure how to get to the Great Hall from where we were.
"Blondie, could you be a dear and take me to the Great Hall?" I asked.
"I sure can. But you sure owe me a lot already. Not only did I welcome you so warmly last night, but I took you to the Owlery, and now I'm taking you to the Great Hall. You owe me favors, Gorgeous." He said.
I rolled my eyes. "I'm sure I'll repay you somehow."
"I already know how you can." He said.
"Oh really?" I asked. "And how would that be?" I was sure I knew where this was going.
"You could go down to the lake with me during break. Maybe we could do a bit of what we did last night."
"I don't think that's going to work, Blondie." I said.
"Why not?" He asked.
"Because I don't even really know you. I'm not going to get involved with someone I don't know." I explained.
"Well, what if you got to know me?" Blondie asked.
I shrugged. "What if I did?"
"Then would you consider my offer?"
"Depends on if I actually like the guy I'm going to get to know."
"I guess that's fair. But I'm pretty confident you'll like him." He smirked.
"If you say so." I said. We had reached the Great Hall. Few students were in there. "Well, Blondie, thank you for the interesting morning. I'm going to have some breakfast."
"Wait, before you go, what's your name?" He asked.
"Rorie." I said smiling.
"Rorie. I like that." He nodded. "Well, see you later, Gorgeous." I thought the whole point of finding out someone's name was to call them by that name.
"Bye Blondie." I said.
"Don't you want to know my name?" He asked curiously.
"I already know who you are, Draco Malfoy." I said walking into the Great Hall. I couldn't help but wonder if there was another Draco Malfoy who was the jerk that Bree had described, because this Draco Malfoy was not a jerk at all.
Putting my plan to make Gorgeous fall for me into action worked better than I thought. I had made her smile, and laugh, and Bree didn't come up once. Maybe Bree never mentioned me, which means my chances of getting Gorgeous just shot up. Now there's no reason for her not to like me.
And she didn't seem mad about us snogging last night, so she must have liked it. Now all I have to get is get to know her, and then she'll be all mine, and I can figure out what is so special about her.
As I walked back to the Head's Dorm, I thought of how I could get to know her. Should I follow her around and learn her habits? No that's creepy. I'd ask Blaise to help me out, but I don't think he'd approve. He wants me to forget about Gorgeous, and continue my ways of one nights stands and fooling around for a few weeks and then getting rid of the girls.
But how can I do that when all I can think about is Gorgeous? I mean, after kissing her, there was no going back to my old ways. I had never felt like this before. Not even with my last real girlfriend, Pansy Parkinson.
I mostly liked her because she was hot and she had no problem snogging in broom cupboards. I broke up with her because I was tired of being in a relationship. I felt too suffocated and constricted. I wanted to hook up with who I wanted, when I wanted and where I wanted. I couldn't do that if I was with her. She didn't take it very well, but I'd say she's over it now. Or at least I hope she is.
I can't decide if my luck was really good or really bad. I feel that it's good, because Gorgeous is in my first class of the day. I feel that it's bad because so is Bree and Pansy. Bree won't stop glaring at me, Pansy won't stop giving me longing looks, and Gorgeous keeps avoiding eye contact with me. Merlin must hate me or something.
The only good things are that Blaise is here, and my favorite teacher, Professor Snape is teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts.
As Snape starts lecturing us on the Dark Arts, the door opens, and a guy from Ravenclaw, whose name escapes me rushes in.
"Sorry I'm late, sir." He says. "Professor Flitwick wanted a word with me."
Snape merely nods as the guy takes his seat with the other Ravenclaws. He examines the others in the room, and his eyes stop on Gorgeous. He manages to catch her eye, and she smiles at him and mouths "Hi."
He says "Hi." back, and smiled at her.
Funny she notices him, but she doesn't notice me. All right, not funny, in fact the complete opposite. How did she even know this guy? It was only her first day. What if she snogged him too?! That means I'm nothing special, and Gorgeous is just toying with my emotions. I don't like that.
I decided to tune back in to Snape's lecture, so I wouldn't be lost or anything.
"Split into partners and review non verbal spells. I want boy-girl pairings, since it is hard for some of you to concentrate."
I managed to catch Gorgeous' eyes. I motioned between us, asking if she wanted to work with me. She glanced at Bree, whom Blaise had quickly made his way to so he could work with her. I don't know why he's allowed to like Bree, but I can't like Gorgeous. It's not fair.
Before Gorgeous can respond, Pansy is in front of me. "Partners?" She asked a little loudly, and Gorgeous heard. She shrugged at me and went in seach of somone else. Shit.
I sighed. "I guess."
Pansy smiled sitting down. "So, um today during break, I was thinking you could come up to my room." She said. "None of the other girls will be there, and-"
"Pansy, we broke up, remember?" I said quietly.
"Well, of course I do. How could I forget about the guy I love shattering my heart?" She asked.
"Uhh.." I couldn't really find a response.
"Anyways, onto other matters, what's up with you and that new girl? I saw you two kissing last night. Everyone did."
"Um, nothing is going between me and Gorgeous." I answered, hoping that was not at all true.
"Gorgeous?! You already have pet names?!" She asked frantically.
"What? No." I said quickly. "Rorie. Her name is Rorie. We're uh, we're friends."
"Just friends?" Pansy asked.
"Yeah, just friends." I said.
"Excellent. So, what school does she come from?"
"I don't know." I answered.
"Well, did you ask her?" She asked.
"Nooo..." I said slowly. That's it! I'll ask her questions, and I'll get to know her.
After a long first half of the day, I walked out of Charms, ready for an hour break.
I was walking to the Head's Dorm when I heard Rorie's voice. "So, do you have a break or class now?" She asked Bree.
"Class." Bree answered.
"Oh, well, guess I'll see you later then?" Gorgeous asked.
"Yeah, we'll meet up at lunch though, okay?" Bree asked as she walked away.
"Okay." Gorgeous answered.
There she was all alone. A perfect time for us to get to know eachother. "Hey, Gorgeous!" I called running over to her.
"Blondie, what a surprise." She said. "To what do I owe this pleasure?"
"I thought now would be a good time for us to get to know eachother. " I said.
"Well, I have no one else to hang out with, so sure." She shrugged.
That didn't make me feel exceptionally good, to be honest, but at least she didn't reject me.
"All right, um, what's your last name?" I asked. I knew girls liked a guy who was interested in small details like that.
"Kern." She answered.
"Do you have any siblings?"
I remembered the little girl that was there when I first met Gorgeous. She looked like a miniature version of her.
"Umm, what school did you go to before this?" I asked.
"I was homeschooled." She answered quietly.
"Why were you homeschooled?" I was very curious.
"I didn't like my old school." I could tell she didn't like this subject, so I decided to change it.
"Do you know anyone here, besides me?" I asked, hoping to learn about her and that Ravenclaw guy.
"Actually, I do. My cousin, Bree Hastings. I believe you know her?"
I froze. She knew. Bree told her about the year before. I wanted to explain to her what really happened last year, tell her I didn't exactly do anything wrong, but I was frozen.
"I'll make this easy for you. Go away, Blondie." She said coldly.
"No, Gorgeous, just listen to me-"
"Don't call me that." She interupted.
"Rorie, please." I pleaded.
"How stupid do you think I am?" She asked. "You have a girlfriend, and you're still trying to get with me?"
"No! I don't have a girlfriend." I said.
"Oh yeah, who's that girl in Defense Against the Dark Arts?" She asked.
"She's nobody, she's my ex, I swear! I broke up with her before I even met you." I explained.
"That doesn't change what you did to my cousin."
"I know, but that has nothing to do with us." I insisted.
"Us? There is no us. Let's not forget I don't know you." Rorie said crossing her arms in front of her.
"All right, then let's continue, things were going well." I said.
She shook her head. "I may not know you, but I know things about you."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"I've heard things. Things I don't like, so if you'll excuse me, I'm going up to dormitory to read. Good bye Blondie."
Gorgeous started walking away, but stopped and looked back at me. She didn't look angry, she looked sympathetic. She turned back around, dropping a tiny, ripped piece of parchment on the ground.
She continued walking away. I walked over to the piece of parchment, and uncrumpled it. It read:
I'm sorry, I had to.
What did this mean? I followed the way Gorgeous had left. I stopped short when I heard Bree's voice. "See, Rorie, it wasn't so hard to get him to leave you alone was it?"
"No." Gorgeous said quietly.
Gorgeous only rejected me because of Bree. Looks like someone else had a plan that was put in to action. If Bree wanted to play dirty, then I could play dirtier. No way I was letting Gorgeous go without a fight.