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Sweet Sixteen and Never Been Kissed by doratonks14
Chapter 1 : Birthday Wishes and Slumber Party Misses
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“HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAPHNE!” my friends chorused, shoving a pink frosted cupcake topped with a single lit candle under my nose. “MAKE A WISH!”

I screwed up my eyes and wrinkled my nose, pretending to think really hard about what I was going to wish for. I knew it was lame, but this year I didn’t have to think about what I wanted. There was only one thing I really wanted – Albus Potter, preferably down on his knees declaring his undying love for me. Which was never going to happen in a million years. But it was a birthday wish, right? Nobody expected them to come true.

I waited a few seconds, just to keep them in suspense and then blew out the candle, to great applause.

“So what did you wish for?” Rose asked, pulling out the candle and licking the frosting off of the bottom.

“Ah, nothing special, you know – good grades, happiness, the occasional boy,” I told them, adjusting myself so that I was sitting on the floor next to them.

“Do we know this boy?” Lucy, Rose’s cousin asked, nudging me in the side suggestively.

Oh no, he’s just your cousin. You don’t know him.

“Nope,” I said, blushing.

“We know everyone in this school,” Olivia Thomas said, filing down her already perfectly shaped nails.

“That doesn’t sound conceited at all,” Rose snorted, flicking a crumb of cake at her best friend.

“It’s true,” Olivia said, arching one of her perfectly shaped eyebrows challengingly. “Ever since you’ve been going out with Scorpius, you’ve met a ton of new people. Which means we’ve met a ton of people. And I have that thing with James and Lucy’s been seeing Edward Davies for forever. Admit it, we’ve got friends everywhere.”

“Yeah, whatever,” Rose replied. I snorted. Rose never paid attention to anything Olivia said. Sometimes I couldn’t blame her.  The only thing bigger than Olivia’s ego was her enormous closet. Back in our second year we had enlarged it and used it to have fashion shows. Now it was just sort of a catch all for Olivia’s wardrobe – each piece of which it seemed she could only wear once.

“I still want to know who this boy is,” Lucy said, sensing tension between the other two.

“Have you kissed him yet?” Olivia asked.

“Is he related to me?” Rose added.

“It’s really not a big deal,” I insisted, trying to hide my tomato colored face behind my curtain of brown hair.

“Daphne Alice Longbottom, you will tell me who you fancy or I shall tickle you,” Rose threatened, scooting herself closer to me.

“Please don’t tickle me,” I cried, leaping up and jumping over my friends sitting forms, and onto my bed. I had to be the most ticklish person on the face of the planet. Literally, once in Transfiguration my desk mate brushed my leg with her bag and I ended up on the floor in a fit of uncontrollable laughter. My father, the Head of Gryffindor house (unfortunately), thought that my uncontrollable giggle fits were cute.

“Then spill,” Lucy said silkily, coming to kneel to the side of my bed, her perfectly manicured hands curled up like a monster’s claws.

I glanced nervously to the other side to see that Rose had taken position at that side and that Olivia was waiting at the foot of my bed, a malicious look in her eyes. 

“It’s my birthday!” I cried in exasperation. “You’re supposed to make me happy! You’re supposed to be nice to me!”

I heard them all tut in disagreement. “Birthday rights don’t extend to the topic of boys,” Lucy informed me, glancing at our other two best mates for agreement. The two traitors nodded.

I huffed and sat back on my haunches, blowing my fringe of bangs out of my eyes irritably. “Fine.”

“Let me just ask one thing first,” Olivia interrupted. “Have you kissed him yet?”

“Why would she have kissed him?” Rose asked, shaking her head in confusion. “They’re not dating, I’m assuming.”

“No, we’re definitely not,” I said, my voice coming out high and squeaky.

“Well excuse me for asking,” Olivia huffed, glaring at the red head. “But you and Scorpius snogged all the time before you actually became a couple.”

“Well-“ Rose said, her argument severely losing weight.

“Look,” Lucy sighed, “you two can argue later. I really want to know who it is. It’s not every day our Daphs likes someone.”  

With one last glare the other two turned back to look at me.

“So have you?” Olivia insisted. Everyone but her groaned.

“For your information, no I haven’t snogged him,” I replied, my face turning beet red again. I hate my genes. You’d think that Rose would be the one blushing all the time with her red hair, but it takes quite a bit to get that girl embarrassed. I guess it would have to take a lot when you grew up with the Weasleys. But we Longbottoms, well, we’re more peaceable creatures. We mind our own business. And we don’t like to be interrogated about our sex lives, or lack thereof. Severe lack thereof in my case.

For a sixteen year old girl, I was really, really, really inexperienced when it came to boys. Lucy and Rose had always joked that I still believed blokes had cooties, but really, their claims weren’t all that far off. Not that I believe in cooties – I don’t. I just didn’t see the other girls’ fascination with blokes. They were generally smelly, loud, rude, and disgusting. And to be honest, most of the blokes in our school weren’t that good looking.  

I was much happier just keeping up with my studies and spending time with my friends. Their boy drama was plenty for me. I just had never seen the need to do that to myself. Relationships at this stage of my life rarely lasted. I didn’t want to get hurt. And to be honest, I was rather scared. I didn’t understand relationship dynamics at all and I was terrified of talking to my parents about it. My father would have an on-the-spot coronary if I told him I didn’t think boys were yucky. And my mum – I don’t even want to think about it.

To say the least, most people think of me as being really innocent and naïve. I am. I fully admit it. Which is why I didn’t think what I told them next was a big deal.

“I’ve never kissed anyone.”

The room, which had been filled with music and the loud chattering of my three friends instantly died out. Or well, for the most part it did. The music was still playing from Lucy’s magical radio, but all of my friends had stopped talking and were staring at me openmouthed. Note to self: next time you want friends to shut up, tell them you are a virgin.

“You’ve never-“ Olivia murmured, letting the end of her sentence drop off in disbelief.

“Nope,” I smiled, still oblivious to the severity of what was about to come.

Then as if a spell was lifted they all started talking as one, for once cooperating under the joint effort of trying to grasp what I had just said.

“We have to do something-“

“Edward’s friend is single right now-“

“I can’t believe-“

“Pink bunny slippers-“

“Celery with peanut butter-“

“Seven days, baby-“

“THAT’S IT!” they all chorused together, turning to me with an excited look in their eyes.

“What’s it ?” I asked nervously.

“We’re going to help you get your first kiss!” Lucy cried, dragging me down from the bed and towards the door.

“Who hasn’t had their first kiss?” a new voice said from the door.

“Daphne,” Olivia said, turning to our roommate Nancy, who had just walked in, her arms laden with books from the library and her greasy brown hair pulled back in its customary knot at the nape of her neck.

“Really?” Nancy asked, gently placing her books on her bed and adjusting her glasses on the end of her nose. “I’m so sorry.”

“Have you had your first kiss?” I asked, my eyes narrowed in suspicion.

“Of course!” she said. “You know John Wilkes, right?”

The four of us shuddered involuntarily. Everyone knew John Wilkes. Well, anyone who went to the library anyway. He was Madame Pince’s student intern and was the meanest, snobbiest, and nerdiest person at Hogwarts. And quite possibly the world actually.

“Are you telling me that you and John Wilkes have snogged?” Rose asked skeptically.

“Of course,” she said, rolling her eyes. “What do you think the only two people left in the library after nine o’clock do?”

We shivered again. I, for one, would rather not know.

“All right then,” Olivia said in her ‘lets-change-the-topic-before-this-gets-any-weirder’ voice. “We have to get you kissed. There’s no denying it anymore Daphs. If Nancy the Nerd has been snogged and you haven’t…”

“I’m still in the room you know,” Nancy pointed out from behind her.

Olivia did not pay her any attention. “It’s bad for your reputation.”

“What reputation?” I asked. “The one where I’m a goody-two-shoes Gryffindor? What’s so wrong with that? I don’t see what the big deal is that I haven’t snogged anyone.”

The other three girls just stared at me in disbelief.

“Daphs,” Rose said, “haven’t you dated anyone before?”

“No,” I answered. “I don’t need the drama. You all have boyfriends – I help you with your problems – it’s enough for me.”

“This is more serious than I thought,” Lucy said, shaking her head sadly.

“Are you sure you’re not a lesbian?” Nancy piped up from across the room.

“We have a lot of work to do,” Olivia agreed.

“No time like the present,” Rose chorused.

Then as one they turned to me, a mischievous, almost sinister look in their eyes. I glared right back at them, my hands curled into fists at my sides, ready for whatever they threw at me.

Apparently it wasn’t good enough though because when they all threw themselves at me I went down like a sack of potatoes.

“Ouch! What are you doing to me?” I cried as together they dragged me over towards the bathroom.

“It’s time for makeovers,” Olivia said in her most comforting, and yet most alarming tone. “No slumber party is complete without makeovers.”

I sighed and stopped struggling, my muscles too exhausted. Slumber parties, I decided, were more trouble than they were worth.  

A/N: I know I really shouldn't be starting a new story right now. But the inspiration hit me and I actually have this story almost all the way finished.  

What did you guys think? Did you like it? Should I continue it? I'm thinking it's going to be about five chapters long if I continue it. Please, please review! Thanks for reading! :)

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