A few days passed. I giggled at something Peter had just said, sipping my corn bread and chicken shake. The guy across from me, his pale features appearing so handsome, chuckled half at his own joke and half at my dinner choice. He said he never understood the appeal of the shakes, and found them rather “grotesque looking”. Of course, after he told me what grotesque meant, I made him try one.
“Just take a quick drink!” I urged. He chuckled, shaking his head, and guarding his soft pink lips. I giggled, moving the lid off of my goblet and quickly, as if I had said the thought out loud, a metal spoon appeared. I picked it up and dipped it into the shake, not scooping up any of the chunks, but getting all the goodness.
Making a sound alike to an airplane, I let my hand swoop over to his mouth, encouraging him to open it. He laughed a lot and in that time I managed to drive the spoon into his mouth. He took it with grace, I must say, and tasted the food.
Just like I knew he would, his face lit up and he exclaimed, “That’s mind-blowing!”
It was cheesy and awesome, and I rewarded his courage with a kiss. Peter smiled, and I smiled back. Bliss.
I looked down the table, grinning to myself as I saw Camilla walk in and sit down all grumpy. James and Lily walked in, and I almost choked on my shake, Peter nearly copying me as he coughed and hacked for a moment. They were holding hands.
Lily had her chin raised, and suddenly whispering was all around us. People were ogling them, laughing, whispering, making suggestive noises; it was chaos. The professors at the front table looked up in sudden alarm, but then just sat there, faces amused, eyes wide, and lips smiling. This was truly a sight to see. Someone started to slow-clap, which made Lily bust up laughing, turning into James’s chest, to which he wrapped an arm around her shoulders.
“Wow,” Peter breathed as the couple passed by us. “They look…happy?”
“Yeah,” I beamed, smiling as wide as ever. I knew it was inevitable! “Lily!”
The redhead turned to me, a bright smile coming to her face as she saw Peter with his arm wrapped around my shoulder. She winked at me, and I gave a face, mouthing, “Did you…?”
She shook her head, a mock frown coming on her face, but then she turned to James and planted a kiss on his cheek.
I started to laugh, and Peter stared at me like I was mad. He gave me a quick peck on the cheek and then excused himself to find some seasoning for his pasta. I watched him go a few feet away, my eyes landing on Mute and Remus. He was talking to Sirius, who was sitting across from him. I noticed that Sirius had his eyes planted on Camilla, even though she refused to even look at him at all. Actually, she didn’t look at anyone. I didn’t blame her though; on one side there was Ken and Kendra Rollins, and on the other was her dare subject. Rather enthralling story, no? Poor Millie…
Mute was playing with Remus’s fingers, entwining them with her own and poking them, moving them, instigating a chuckle and a kiss from Remus. It was cute, but not as cute as Peter and me, for sure.
My thoughts were drawn to images of previous nights, how close we were, and yet still how very far. I had considered telling Peter it was a dare, just so he would speed it up, but of course I knew it would ruin our relationship.
“Peter,” I called. He came to my side, smiling as he had found the seasoning. He sprinkled it onto his pasta, and stirred it all up, taking a quick bite before he turned to me. I sighed, taking a piece of cloth and wiping his cheek for him, smiling.
He laughed, “Thanks, babe. What’s goin’ on?”
“We should meet in the classroom…tonight,” I told him, looking at him evenly. He stared into my eyes, his own flickering from my left eye to my right.
“Really?” He gulped. I nodded, smiling, and taking a sip of my shake. He nodded and turned to his food, thinking to himself no doubt.
An hour ticked by and then everybody stood from their spots on the benches and we walked back to our common rooms. I smiled over at Haley, and she waved, obviously forgiving me for the flashing incident. That was awkward for her.
As we walked into the common room, Peter kept his hand protectively on my back, and he led me over to the window seat. Someone lit the fire, and people were separating and coming together, lining up over by the chess boards, snagging their spots on the sofas and armchairs, circling to play miniature games, and being teenagers. I smiled at Peter, and he smiled back at me nervously.
“So when you said we should meet in the classroom,” Pete sighed. “Well, I know that we usually meet in the classroom, but we’ve never planned it, and I was just wondering…well, I know that this is probably nothing like what you were thinking, but…well, did you maybe think we would…that something would happen?”
I started to reply, but he immediately cut me off, shaking his head, “No, no, something always happens, but,” he paused and smiled awkwardly. “I’ve never been in a relationship, and I don’t know how this goes. You’re my girlfriend though…right?”
“Of course!” I answered doubly by giving him a kiss.
“And…well I think that I might love you.”
“Oh,” I was astounded, completely floored by what he said! He loved me! He really loved me! And I loved him too, right? But I hadn’t told him, so he told me first, and this was wonderful! “Oh, Peter…”
I pounced on him the way an animal might. It was embarrassing, looking back, but then it was simply an automatic response to something so completely amazing. I felt butterflies in my stomach, a pressure in my heart, and this huge gust of happiness. He responded enthusiastically, his hands coming to my waist and rubbing my hipbones. It tickled, making me squirm just a little.
“Get a bloody room!” Someone with a very deep voice shouted from a little away.
“Oh we intend to,” Peter laughed. And I laughed too.
“How about we meet in about half an hour? That way we won’t have to worry about curfew and we could just stay until early morning? Sneak out while others are coming for breakfast?” I offered. He nodded, staring deep into my eyes, his own twinkling with something unexpected.
I bounded up the stairs to the dorm, laughing like a maniac, and opening the door.
I began to hum, singing a gentle tune. That’s when I saw them.
Mute, Lily, and Camilla. All there. For the first time in who knows how long! I gulped.
“Well, lookie here, the gang’s all” I was cut off by Camilla.
“Save it, Els, we know you plan to do it tonight, but we have trouble.”
“Trouble?” I asked. I looked over to Lily, who was staring hard at the floor, her eyes blinking back tears. Why would she react this way? “Define trouble?”
“It’s Molly. I think…I think she’s trying to blackmail me,” Lily said. I looked at her, confused.
“Why would she blackmail you, Lil?” I asked.
“She likes James. And she shares the dorm, she’s heard us whispering, put two and two together, and told me that she knew our plan. She didn’t say anything else, so I don’t know for sure.” She stopped. Then she started to sob, “She’s going to make me give up James.”
“Shh,” Mute rubbed her back, her own eyes a little wet. I stared, dumbfounded by everything that was happening. How could a moment so wonderful turn into something so horrid? “You won’t…”
“Stop acting like you actually care for the guy,” Camilla huffed. Lily looked up, pure venom seeping from her gaze. I shivered. Those green eyes, so normally happy, were dark and loathing. “You only like him, because he’s the first bloke since the whole Snape debacle.”
“Oh, shut it, Milla!” Mute snarled, still patting Lily on the back.
“Who asked you, Bickerdyke? You’re the same way! You don’t care for Remus. None of us would of even considered the guys if the dare hadn’t come up. You know it!” Camilla shouted. My gaze drifted to the door—it was open.
“Lower your voice,” I hissed.
“I say we just let the bitch have Potter and get on with our lives, forget about the dare, forget about the guys, forget about everything!” She continued.
“We can’t do that now! And it’s all your bleedin’ fault you know! You’re the one who came up with the bloody bet!” Mute shouted.
“Guys, really, you need to calm d..” They kept fighting, cutting me off.
“Well, just quit! Tell them you don’t care, tell them you’re dying, tell them anything! Just fucking leave this!” Camilla yelled. I shook my head, my own sobs starting. I couldn’t give up Peter, not now.
“We cant’!” Mute yelled. Then she took a breath, “We signed a contract. If we don’t seduce the guys, we have to go through ‘or else’. Remember?”
Her gaze went to Camilla, her eyes seemingly laughing and reprimanding Camilla at the same time. Everything about this moment was wrong. The two stared at each other, just stared.
“Well, hurry it up, and then ditch them. We have to pretend this whole thing never happened,” Her eyes shifting to the floor. “Do it all tonight.”
Then there was silence. We all looked at each other. I knew I was in for a picnic, but the rest of them had to hurry. Silence.
“Tonight?” Mute whimpered.
“Yeah,” said Camilla.
We looked at each other. Silence.
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