Chapter 9 : Moment of Truth
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It was October and the first Hogsmeade weekend was soon. Dynamite’s odd behavior had continued. David and Fred had attempted to get Dynamite to talk about what was bothering him without success. One night, however, he told them something neither of them saw coming.
"Hey, what do guys think of me asking Alyssa to go to Hogsmeade with me?" Dynamite asked David and Fred that night.
"No!" David said quickly, and Fred stared at him. Realizing what he had just said David left the room.
This left Dynamite in a very confused state. David threw himself onto the couch, and let the thoughts run through his head. He fell asleep lying on the couch with these thoughts filling up his head.
He was in Hogsmeade, only it didn’t look like Hogsmeade. He saw Alyssa and Dynamite walking down the street holding hands. Alyssa was looking at Dynamite with love shining in her eyes. He ran over to the couple and began shouting Alyssa’s name, but she didn’t seem to hear him. He looked around, and saw a wedding in progress. He sprinted over and saw that it was none other then Victoire and Teddy getting married. He yelled for his sister too, but she too didn’t hear him.
This was horrible. It was like no one wanted him anymore. He scanned the village streets again, and saw Dynamite and Alyssa looked like they were were glued together firmly by the lips.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!" David yelled and he awoke screaming on the couch in the common room.
David sat there breathing heavily. A moment later Alyssa came running down the stairs from her dormitory. It appeared that she’d heard his screaming and recognized his voice. She sat down at the end of the couch looking worried.
"David, are you okay?" Alyssa asked urgently.
"Yeah, bad dream." David said still breathing deeply.
"Why are you still down here?" She asked.
"I fell asleep earlier," He explained, "What time is it anyway?"
"Three thirty in the morning," Alyssa said still looking worried.
"Did I wake you?" David asked.
"No, I was already awake," Alyssa said dismisily, "You get up to bed." She ordered.
David did as she said since he didn’t have the energy to argue with her. He went upstairs and was happy to see that all of his roommates were asleep. David threw himself onto his bed and fell asleep without bothering to change his clothes.
He woke up in the morning covered in sweat with Dynamite and Fred staring at him. He sat up and gulped the cool air of the room and he got up and changed.
"Dude, we were watching scream for five minutes!" Dynamite said.
"Why didn’t you two wake me?" David asked incredulously.
"We had nothing better to do." Fred said.
The three walked down the staircase and met Alyssa at the bottom. They walked to breakfast together, and after that they went to class. That night after dinner Dynamite had taken Fred and David up to their room.
"Look, David, you never answered me last night." Dynamite said slowly, "Do you have a problem with it?"
"Yes I have a problem with it!" David shouted.
"Why do you have a problem with it?" Dynamite asked trying to stay calm.
"Because I like Alyssa!" David yelled.
Dynamite left the room and walked downstairs in shock. This left David breathing heavily in the middle of the room.
"David," Fred said timidly, "What you just said to Dynamite, I need you to repeat it for me."
David mumbled indistinctly.
"What?" Fred asked, and this time David yelled.
"I like Alyssa!" He shouted.
David sat down on his be and let a breath out. It was as if a great loud had been lifted from his shoulders. He knew it wasn’t completely gone yet though. Alyssa still didn’t know.
"When will you tell her?" Fred asked.
"I don’t know, but not right away." David said, "I want to do it well. I don’t want it to be like with Natalie where we just start making out, I want to ask her out properly."
"Well, I hate to be the one to tell you this, but if you don’t ask her to go out with you before Dynamite, I don’t think you’ll have a chance with her if she says yes." Fred explained.
"Hogsmeade! That’s when I’ll tell her, and all we have to do is stop Dynamite from asking her first!" David said excitedly.
"Come on, Fred," David pleaded, "You’re George Weasley’s son, surely you can pull off a few things to keep Dynamite and Alyssa away from each other!"
"Well of coarse I can do it.’ Fred said, "But this is between you, Alyssa, and Dynamite. I don’t see why I should become a part of this."
"Fred, sometimes I swear you must be Percy’s kid." David said rolling his eyes.
"Do you want my help or not?" Fred asked and David nodded.
They spent the night devising plans to keep Dynamite away from Alyssa. Thanks to Fred’s mind and pranking instincts they felt like these plans were foolproof. Phase one was to be put into effect that morning. Fred crept into the bathroom in their room at four in the morning.
He opened the cabinet, and pulled out Dynamites shampoo. He was wearing rubber gloves, because Dynamite would find someone smart and have them cast a spell on the bottle to figure out who’s finger prints were left on the bottle. Fred took the bottle and emptied it down the drain in the sink. He pulled out the special shampoo from his father’s shop and used his wand to put in Dynamite’s shampoo bottle. Fred replaced the bottle in the cabinet, and snuck back into the room where David was already asleep.
David and Fred awoke to the sound of Dynamite yelling curses about his hair. The two got up groggily, and Dynamite came in. The two burst out laughing at the success. Dynamites hair was standing on end, literally. It stood straight up, and was bright neon purple.
"Something went wrong!" Dynamite yelled.
"I’ll say!" David and Fred said together trying to hold back their laughter.
"Oh this is just great!" Dynamite yelled sarcastically, "How am I supposed to ask a girl out with neon purple hair that’s impossible to fit a hat over?!"
"I guess you can’t." David said.
"You know I think whoever did this shopped at your fathers store." Dynamite said turning to Fred.
"Yeah, that narrows down." Fred said sarcastically.
"Good point." Dynamite said, "Well, your dad invented it, how long will it take to wear off?"
"I can’t be sure, bring me your shampoo bottle." Fred said, and when he had the bottle he spoke again, "How full was it before you took a shower?"
"Up to the purple line." Dynamite said pointing to the spot on the bottle that had turned purple do to the dye.
Fred put on his glasses and examined the bottle. Finally he turned back to Dynamite.
"I think it will take a week maybe ten days." Fred said taking his glasses off again.
"Ten days!" Dynamite shouted.
David and Fred got dressed and dragged Dynamite downstairs. The next week was pretty rough for Dynamite, what with the hair. The Hogsmeade trip finally arrived, and Dynamite’s hair was still purple and standing up.
David walked with Alyssa to the village that day. He still had plans to tell her that day. When they got to the village they walked through the streets looking in shop windows, occasionally going into a store here and there. When they passed by Madam Puddyfoots Teashop, and David realized that this was his moment to tell her.
"Alyssa, I need to tell you something." David started.
Before he could go any further, he felt a sharp blow to the back of his head and he fell over. He looked around to see Dynamite had hit him in the head. David quickly got up and fought back. Dynamite was much stronger then David had anticipated however. He grabbed David by the arm and threw him into a wall. David hit the wall head first and saw little stars pop in front of his eyes. Before he could even think of getting up Dynamite had hit him with the strongest stunning spell he’d ever experienced.
David woke up in the hospital wing. He struggled to sit up and saw that it was dark when he looked out the window. His head felt oddly heavy. He assumed that it was just do to the fact that he’d been out cold for hours. He was mostly right, but when he put his hand to his head he found it was bandaged. Madam Pomfry came bustling over and pushed David back into his pillows.
"You will stay here until I say different." She said sternly.
David fell back asleep soon after, and when he woke up the next morning Alyssa was sitting next to him. When he awoke she smiled at him, and despite his throbbing head he smiled back at her.
"Are you okay?" Alyssa asked softly.
"Yeah," David said.
"You look terrible." She said.
"Thanks Alyssa." He said sarcastically.
"No, Dynamite wasn’t nice to your face," Alyssa explained.
"What do you mean?" David asked, and Alyssa reached into her pocket and pulled out a small mirror, and showed David his face.
Alyssa hadn’t been lying. He was all lot more banged up then he’d thought. One of his eyes was blackened, and he had several bruises on his face. Apparently after he’d been stunned Dynamite had beaten him more.
"It took a bit of effort for Fred and me to get you up here yesterday," Alyssa explained, "We had to get Dynamite to stop hitting you and all that fun stuff."
"I’m sorry." David said.
"It’s not your fault," Alyssa said, "If anyone should apologize it should be Dynamite."
"Your right, but I’m still sorry that you had to go through that just because I was being beat up." He said.
"Well, anyway, I was just wondering," She said, "What were you going to tell me yesterday before you got knocked out?"
"I was going to tell you…" David started, but stopped. He couldn’t remember what exactly he was going to tell her.
"Yeah?" Alyssa prodded.
"I-I don’t remember." He confessed, and Alyssa’s face fell.
"Oh," She said sounding disappointed, "Well, I’d better go, Fred’s coming up in a little while, and he said he wanted to talk to you alone."
Alyssa got up and left, and moments later Fred came in. He sat down in the chair next to David’s bed that Alyssa had just left.
"Fred, what was I going to tell Alyssa yesterday before Dynamite attacked me?" David asked, and Fred looked shocked.
"You mean you still haven’t told her?" Fred asked.
"Told her what?"
"You were going to tell her that you like her!" Fred said, and now David remembered.
"Of course!" David said smacking himself in the forehead, but he regretted it instantly, "How could I forget something like that!"
"I think your forgetting was a part of what Dynamite was hoping would happen." Fred explained, "I heard him telling Danny and Frankie about it when I got back to our room last night."
"That bitch." David said.
"I know," Fred said, "It’s funny how things like girls can get in the way of friends isn’t it?"
"Yeah, it is." David agreed.
"Are you still waiting for a good moment to tell her then?" Fred asked, "After you were out cold Dynamite tried asking Alyssa out, but she said flat out no. She was really upset about what he did to you." He explained, "She was so angry that I don’t think Dynamite has a single chance with her."
"I’d say I felt sorry for him but I don’t." David said.
"Last night when Alyssa and I were up here with you she told me about you had a nightmare the other night and you woke up in the middle of the night screaming on the couch." Fred said, "What was the dream about?"
"It was weird," David said, "I was in Hogsmeade, but it didn’t look like Hogsmeade. Alyssa was there with Dynamite, and Victoire and Teddy were getting married." He explained, "I tried calling out to both Alyssa and Victoire, but neither of them could hear me."
"So, right now you feel like those two are kind of leaving you?" Fred asked, demonstrating his mindreading abilities.
"Yeah, I mean don’t get me wrong I’m happy for my sister, but I miss her." David said, "And I guess that dream kind of made me realize how I felt about Alyssa more then anything."
The next afternoon David was discharged from the hospital wing. Madam Pomfry had taken care of his bruising and the damage to his head, only in that case he was left with a sore bump. But, more then anything, David was ready to tell Alyssa. He spent the rest of the day trying to pick out the right words, not wanting to blank when he told her in real life.
When David was ready to tell Alyssa, Kelly fell down the stairs, and got put in St. Mungo’s.
A/N: I know cliff hanger, allot o you will probably get mad at me for that, so I’d like to apologize in advance about the evilness of that.
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