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A Spoonful of Sugar by CassiePotter
Chapter 7: Seven
*Author's Note* hello everyone! I know it's been a while since my last update for this story, but I hope you enjoy this chapter anyway! It was a lot of fun for me to write, and I laughed a lot doing so! Please leave a review and let me know what you think of the chapter!
We walked into the Three Broomsticks, and it was packed with Hogwarts students. Great. Just what I was hoping for! Everyone would see me on a date with Louis, and they would think that I actually wanted to be there. Of course, I wouldn't tell them otherwise, because that would lead to awkward conversations involving me in a towel, and I didn't particularly want to think about that. So I let Louis hold my hand, even if I wanted to pull away more than anything. Except giving Louis a nice hex or two. That would be fun. But I wasn't thinking about that as everyone stared and Louis smiled smugly, leading me to a table in the back corner of the pub.
"Well this is... private," I said, sitting down across from him. "Or as private as you can get in here, anyway."
"I figured you'd like it better. And besides, more privacy means we can have more fun," he smirked as I tried to hold back my look of disgust.
"How any girls at Hogwarts fancy you, I'll never know. You could actually consider talking to them, you know. Girls are more than just pretty faces for you to snog. We have minds and opinions, however shocking you may find that."
"I don't find it shocking. I'm just not much of a talker," he said, winking.
"Could you get us some butterbeers or something?" I said, ignoring his jibe.
"Sure. I'll be back soon. Try not to miss me too much."
"It'll be agony," I said drily, rolling my eyes.
He grinned and went to stand behind the small queue of people waiting for drinks and as soon as his back was turned, Lucy and Lysander ran over and sat where Louis had previously been.
"So how's it going?" Lysander asked lightly.
Lucy hit him on the arm and then turned to me. "You two looked awfully cozy coming in here. And he was holding your hand."
"I know. It's horrible! But he'll tell everyone about the Towel Incident if I don't play along, so I have no other choice!"
"Well you've gotten this far. It'll be over before you know it. Trust me, Dee," Lysander said.
"I really hope you're right. So how's your date going?" I asked.
"Date? Oh, um..." Lucy said, looking slightly surprise at the word choice.
"I- I don't know if I'd call it a date..." Lysander muttered.
"Then what would you call it?"
"An afternoon out," Lucy started.
"Between friends," Lysander finished, as Lucy nodded.
"Alright then," I said, giving Lysander a look to try and tell him to just confess his feelings for Lucy. When his eyes went wide and his jaw dropped, I knew he had gotten the message.
"Shall I get us something to drink?" he asked, and then shot up before Lucy could answer, practically running to get the butterbeers.
"What was that all about?" Lucy said, her eyebrow knitting up in confusion.
"What, Lys?" She nodded. "Oh, he's just a little nervous, I think."
"Nervous? Why should he be nervous?"
"Wait, you mean you don't know?"
"Know what, Dee?"
"Know about Lysander."
"What about him? Is something wrong?"
I raised my eyebrows in disbelief. Lucy Weasley, one of the smartest witches in our year, was utterly clueless. She had no idea that Lys fancied her. She must be seriously lacking in the common sense department.
"Lu, I don't know how to tell you this."
"Tell me what?"
I took a deep breath, ready to reveal everything when Louis sauntered over, plopping two butterbeers onto the table.
"Lucy, what are you doing here? Darcy and I are on a date, remember?" he said.
"Yeah, just coming over to say hi. I'll talk to you later, Dee," she said, walking over to join Lysander as he waited for their drinks.
"So what did you talk about?" Louis asked, sitting down again.
"None of your business," I snapped. I was annoyed with him already.
"Whoa," he laughed, holding up his hands in mock surrender. "It was just a simple question. Relax, Finnigan."
"What makes you said I'm not relaxed?" I said, crossing my arms over my chest.
"I just... had a feeling," he teased.
I took a sip of my butterbeer and sat back in my seat, looking around to see who else had come to Hogsmeade. It was better than looking at stupid Louis and his gorgeous eyes. Whoa, whoa, whoa. Gorgeous eyes? Where did that come from? Snap out of it, Darcy! I shook myself a bit, and then continued to people watch to get my mind of my horrible slip-up.
Carrie had come with Isaiah, of course, and I saw him kiss her gently. She grinned at him before laughing at something he'd said. I knew he made her extremely happy, and that she was planning on introducing him to her family soon. I loved seeing them together, and hoped that their relationship lasted.
Lucy and Lysander had gotten their butterbeers, and he still looked nervous. Now that Lucy knew about it, I could tell she was picking up on how obvious it was. But she was still being a good friend, and pretended like nothing was going on. I really hoped she would take it well when Lysander told her he fancied her. I could already see them together. It was actually quite cute. They would get married and have little ginger babies, and live in a white house, and-
"Didn't you want to talk?" Louis asked, interrupting my thoughts.
"I have nothing to say to you," I said, sticking my nose in the air. Don't tell Louis this, but I've always wanted to say that.
"Well fortunately, I know quite a few things we could to that don't involve talking."
I shuddered in spite of myself. "You're horrible."
"Oh come on, Darcy. Don't tell me you've never snogged anyone before. I know there have been other guys."
"Yes, there have been other guys but those guys had a few key things in common."
"And what are those?"
"I actually liked them, and they weren't you," I smirked. I was really on a roll today!
"Do you always have to be such a spitfire?"
"Only in your wonderful presence."
"What did I ever do to deserve this?"
"I wouldn't know where to begin," I said, and then finished my butterbeer, setting the cup on the table. "Ready to go?"
"Now? We haven't exactly been here very long."
"And I'm perfectly ok with that. Let's just go back up to the castle," I said, relieved that I was finally through with this date.
"You aren't even going to kiss me?" Louis smirked, leaning closer to me.
"I wouldn't kiss you if I was drowning and you were gillyweed," I said, standing and walking out of the pub.
I heard Louis behind me and quickened my pace, but he caught up to me after a moment. He ruined my perfectly dramatic exit! Bloody Louis.
"So what did you think of our date?" Louis I asked.
"Considering the fact that you blackmailed me into it and you are the last person I'd ever willingly go on a date with, I'd say it went pretty well."
"Well I for one had a great time."
"Of course you did. But I fulfilled my end of the bargain, so there's no need to act like I'm enjoying myself anymore. That was getting tiring."
Louis didn't say anything, and I risked a glance at home out of the corner of my eye. He wasn't smirking, and his face was rather serious, which I wasn't used to, and I was a bit taken aback, but quickly forgot about it as Lucy and Lysander ran up to us, breathing heavily.
"Didn't you hear us calling you?" Lucy gasped.
"No, sorry! If I had I would have waited," I said, slowing down to walk with them.
"I'm starving! I wonder what they'll have at dinner," Lysander mused.
"Hopefully something good," I said, as we reached the castle.
"I'll see you later. Bye Darcy," Louis said, turning to head to the Ravenclaw common room.
"Oh. Bye Louis."
"So," Lucy said, checking that Louis was out of earshot. "How did today go? You know, considering the fact that you aren't the biggest fan of my cousin."
"It was... strange. There were moments when he didn't look remotely obnoxious! But I'm just glad it's over."
And I was. But I had another problem. Lucy still didn't know about Lysander's feelings for her, and I knew she had to find out sooner rather than later. I was taking matters into my own hands.