Chapter 5 : Nightmare Week
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On Monday, Sirius had sat opposite her at breakfast, constantly flirting with her and trying to make her laugh. Allthough sometimes he succeeded at making her smile, she still thought he was a low life scumbag when it came to romance, and Brooke didn't want to give him the wrong impression.
"Look at her," hissed Lorraine to Maria Collier, her other best friend and fellow Slytherin.
"Who?" Asked Maria, trying to see where Lorraine was looking.
"That tart sat opposite Sirius," she snarled, narrowing her eyes and giving evils to the back of Brooke's head.
"Who is she?" Maria questioned.
"I don't know her name, but she knocked me over the other day and was saying stuff like..." Lorraine imitated a high-pitched, girly voice "...You'll never got the better of me, I'll always win you in a duel, blah blah blah..."
"Hope you told her where to get off," smiled Maria, looking at Lorraine.
"Well, duh, of course I did! What do you think, I'm going soft or something?" Snapped Lorraine as she checked her reflection in the back of a spoon.
"Anyway," continued Lorraine "have you you seen the way see's acting with Sirius? All fluttering her eye-lashes and longing smiles. Yeah right, dream on! Everybody knows that I've liked Sirius since practically our second year! And he obviously feels the same way about me too," finished Lorraine with a smile. However, Maria didn't correct her friend on that last sentence, as she knew that Lorraine was exaggerating, and it would be an unwise move to get on the wrong side of Lorraine.
"So what are you going to do about her?" Said Maria, indicating to Brooke.
"Don't worry, i'll sort it," Said Lorraine with a menacing smirk. "Besides, I always get what I want, and Sirius is no exception," leered Lorraine, and with that she got up and headed to walk out of the Great Hall. She walked past where Sirius was sitting, and bent low and whispered in his ear.
"Hey, lover boy," she whispered sexily, and exited the room in a seductive fashion, but not before she had thrown Brooke a triumphant evil glare.
Sirius smiled cheekily at her comment, and allthough Brooke told herself that she couldn't care less, it wasn't what her heart was telling her...
On Tuesday, Brooke was with Lily in the library, working on their Potions essays. Between them they had both found a fair amount of books to help them, and they were spread across their table, along with the pages and pages of loose notes they had taken in the lesson. Lorraine stalked past and sent a charm that forced all the books and papers to either fall to the floor or zoom arouind their heads. That same day, Sirius kept on and on at Brooke about the quidditch try-outs, and even though she was keen on the subject of quidditch, she was not keen on talking about it with him.
On Wednesday, Brooke woke up very early to the sound of a low, humming noise. She sat up, and hovering above her feet was what a muggle would call a paper aero-plane. Puzzled, Brooke peered at it, and saw her name scrawled across a wing. She gingerely reached out for it, yet as she did it unfolded by itself and fell into her lap. Picking it up, she read the words 'Lunchtime, meet me beside the lake? Love Sirius.'
As they were walking out of the Great Hall to Defence Against The Dark Arts, she confided in Sarah and Lily about the message.
"Can I see it?" Asked Sarah, and when Brooke handed her it she read aloud.
" 'Lunchtime, meet me beside the lake? Love Sirius.' Are you going to? " Quizzed Sarah, as they set of up the Grand Saircase. The rest of the conversation wasn't heard by the ear-wigger, Lorraine Lewis, who felt sick with jealousy at the prospect of Sirius with another girl.
Brooke decided not to meet Sirius at the Lake. She didn't want to be the latest notch on his belt as she was not that stupid. However, what Brooke didn't know was that Sirius was waiting hopefully for her at lunchtime, and as the bell went for afternoon classes Brooke was nowhere to be seen. Lorraine, hidden in some bushes nearby, had a smug grin across her face at the sight of Sirius' sad face. He felt truly dissappointed. Not because he was Sirius Black-I-can-get-any-girl-I-want, but because this time it felt different. Brooke was special, he knew that, very special indeed...
On Thursday, during transfiguration, Professor McGonagall made Brooke recite a page of the textbooks they were using. However, every time Brooke attempted to speak normally, she found that she was screeching her words out at the top of her voice. To her despair, and Professor McGonogall's frustration, no matter how hard she tried her voice wouldn't go normal. Unfortunately for her, Lorraine was sat behind her, casting the spell that was causing her to scream everything that came out of her mouth. Because of Brooke's behaviour, she was made to write out the page she was attempting to read aloud four times as a punishment, on top of her homework too.
At the end of the lesson, Brooke stormed out in a hurry, however she was stopped by somebody.
"Hey, Brooke, wait!" Sirius called out, and Brooke spun round. Just at that point Lorraine stalked past, giggling nastily.
"Lorraine, what were you playing at?" Sirius asked, his voice raised.
"What's you problem, babe," she said, taking his hand. However, he pulled it free from her grip, a frown on his face.
"Do you realise how much homework Brooke's got, thanks to you?"
"Down to me?" Scoffed Lorraine innocently.
"Don't pretend you dont know. I saw you casting that spell on Brooke at her back. What kind of coward attacks from behind?" Said Sirius heatedly, scowling at Lorraine.
"I don't know what you mean," said Lorraine with a false smile plastered to her lips.
"Hey what are you doing tonight?" She asked him with a playful smile. Brooke turned and started to walk away for the second time. She suspected that Sirius would start fliritng with her now, besides she knew where she wasn't wanted. However, Sirius reply wasn't what Brooke expected.
"I don't know, but it doesn't involve you," he snapped at Lorraine, then he caught up with Brooke and put his arm around her.
Oh, great, she thought sarcastically.
"Just leave me alone, Sirius," said Brooke tiredly, and walked away, feeling slightly guilty at the look on his face, the look of disappointment.
On Friday, Brooke and the other Gryffindors shared their double Astronomy class with the Slytherins, including Lorraine. Outside the classroom they were queing up, waiting to be allowed inside.
"Watch this," whispered Lorraine to Maria.
"Oi! You!" Called Lorraine harshly to Brooke, who turned around with a feeling of mixed dread and also anticipation.
"What?" Brooke replied coolly. Lorraine walked right up to her, and strangely put on a big smile. Lorraine spoke in a sweet, sugary voice.
"Sorry about this week. I suppose I was a bit mean to you," Lorraine smiled innocently to Brooke. Brooke was startled by this reaction, and didn't know what to say.
"Oh. Er-," began Brooke, but Lorraine cut across her.
"I guess what I'm trying to say is no hard feelings?" She suggested, extending a hand so that Brooke could shake it.
"Um, yeah, I guess," said Brooke, and shook Lorraines hand. The other students were watching in shock.
"Great! " She beamed, and turned to walk away. Brooke faced back to Sarah and they exchanged a 'what-is-happening-with-the-world' look.
"Oh Brooke?" Spoke Lorraine in a loud voice.
"Yeah?" She replied, turning to face back to Lorraine again.
"Saeta flamma!" Roared Lorraine at Brooke, and Suddenly Brooke's brunette hair was on fire!
Brooke began screaming at the top of her voice, Gryffindors looked in shock and panic, and the Slytherins smirked and laughed. Sarah whipped out her wand and yelled the incantation for water, which put out the fire, leaving only the strong smell of smoke and Brooke's steaming, singed hair.
The feeling of upset was too much for her to bare. What had Brooke ever done to this girl? Brooke rushed away, looking at the floor as she did, so as to hide the sudden tears welling up in her eyes. She didn't care about Astronomy that moment in time, all she wanted to do was curl into a ball and cry.
Her intention was to go to her dormitory to have a private crying session, and she prayed that the common room would be empty. However, when Brooke got there she saw the figure of a boy hunched over a table, concentrating on his work. Sirius. Why was he always in the way?
Brooke tried to walk to the stairs without getting noticed by him, yet she knew she had failed this plan with the first step she took, as he turned around at the sound of her footsteps.
"Brooke, what's wrong?" He asked, getting up and walkng over to her. This made her tears even greater; when people were sympathetic with her if she was upset then something inside her made her want to start crying all over again, this being a good example.
"Hey, it's ok," said Sirius softly, suddenly pulling her into a gentle hug, which she didn't pull away from. Brooke was resting her head on his shoulder, and he had one arm around her waist, and one hand gingerly stroking her hair.
"Shhh," he whispered to her. Even though Brooke was upset, it felt so safe and so right to be in his arms. She could feel his muscly chest against her as she longed to be with him. She looked up into his eyes, noticing just how piercing they were. Why did he have to be so handsome she asked herself.
"I'm sorry," Brooke began, but Sirius put a finger up to her lips.
Then slowly, his head began to tilt towards her, and before she could stop herself she did the same. Their lips touched. Brooke had to admit that this felt good, being in Sirius' arms, kissing him, even if it was just lips, nothing else. But then she felt Sirius' tongue push against her own lips, and she let her mouth open so he could gain entry. The sensation was wonderful, their tongues brushng each others as just the small innocent kiss developed into something deeper and meaningful. She didn't want this to end, never...
...Brooke, stop it right now! She sternly told herself. And the memories came rushing to her; Sarah telling her about Sirius' ways, all the girls he's apparently had over the years, Sirius flirting with her new found enemy Lorraine. Rage filled Brooke inside, and she pulled herself away from Sirius' lips, his strong but soft grasp, his loving body.
She raised her hand and slapped him. A sharp, stinging slap across his cheek. How dare he use her like this?
"What was that for?" Asked Sirius, stunned.
"How dare you take advantage of me!" Brooke spoke angrily. "I know what you're like," she continued, fresh tears of anger filling her eyes. "The way you use girls, it makes me sick!," She spat these raging words at him.
"But-" Sirius began, yet Brooke cut across.
"Don't even think about making excuses, Sirius Black! What the hell were you thinking?!" Brooke shouted. She stared at him with deep, hurt eyes for two seconds, and in response Sirius looked lost and alone, and then she ran to the place she meant to go in the first place, her dormitory.
As she layed on her bed, crying her eyes out for a different reason than initially intended, she was secretly glad that boys couldn't enter the girls dormitories...