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Chapter 12 : Chapter Eleven: Fancy
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It was just like I was fifteen again, at Shell Cottage, waiting for Benjamin Burns to pick me up and take me to Diagon Alley to get our school supplies. That was my first real date, besides Hogsmede I mean.
I tapped my foot impatiently on the floor as I smoothed out the black skirt that I’m still shocked fit me. I had dressed to look fancy in a casual way; this was my specialty. Maman had taught Victiore and I from a very young age to look good, but not formal, when you go out. And the veela genes helped.
I stood up, unable to sit on the couch any longer, and pulled at the bottom of my white halter. Thankfully it was very loose at the bottom, so it didn’t make me look any huger than was necessary. My hair was straight and half pulled back, mainly to get it out of my face. I hadn’t been able to force myself into heels, though, and settled for a pair of dainty sandals. I had placed my purse and my jacket by the front door, taken my potions, and even straightened up my flat. I literally had nothing to do but wait.
I glanced at the clock, five fifty. A whole minute since I looked at the clock.
I hate waiting.
Just as I’m debating changing my hair, again, I hear a knock at the door. My heart skips a beat; he can’t be here yet, right?
I take a deep breath, check myself over one more time, and then walk to answer it. I pull open the door and the beauty of the man standing in front of me knocks me breathless. His curly hair falls over his forehead just enough to highlight the blue of his eyes, which exactly matches the oxford shirt he is wearing, untucked with the top button undone, with jeans.
He grins sheepishly at me and I swear I will not be standing for much longer, “I’m early, sorry, but honestly I’ve been standing out here for about five minutes.”
I think I’m developing a lung condition, because I most definitely am having breathing issues. And speaking issues. I smile, “I-I’ve been waiting for at least that long,” I admit.
“Next time we’ll just have to set an earlier time then,” he laughs. Then he glances at me worriedly, “I mean, if you want to go out again. After this. With me.”
“Sounds good,” I smile as I wish I could talk as effortlessly as he apparently can. “Let me get my purse and my jacket.” I grab my purse and reach for my jacket but find the peg I’d hung it from empty, “Er –” I turn to him stupidly.
“Allow me,” he grins as he holds my jacket up for my to slip my arms through. I’m momentarily frozen, then I grin and allow him to slip it over my shoulders. “Would it be too cliché if I told you that you looked amazing tonight?” he asks me as I walk out of my apartment first.
I look back at him, “Not if I can be equally cliché and say that you aren’t looking too bad yourself.”
“Well, thank you Dominique Weasley,” he grins lopsidedly as he closes my door and offers me his hand, most likely to apparate.
“You’re welcome, Hayes Landon,” I reply as I focus on breathing and take his hand.
When the darkness evaporates I find myself standing a few feet from the entrance to a restaurant that is apparently called Cuisine de Maman. “You said you were French, right?”
“Dominique,” I grin, tossing my hair over my shoulder. Damn bad habit. “Most definitely French; my Maman moved here to marry my dad. They met during the Triwizard Tournament. I haven’t had good French food in forever, though.”
He gaped at me for a split second then shook his head slightly, “Yeah, this place is the best. Come on, we’re early but they know me here.” He took my hand again and something happened in my chest that I tried to ignore. He walked with me into the restaurant, probably at a pace slower than what he was used to, but my ankles were killing me.
“Ah, Monsieur Landon!” he was greeted enthusiastically by the young waitress at the front. I decided that I didn’t like her.
“Nina! What have I told you about all that ‘monsieur’ business?” he laughed as he walked forward to embrace her.
Yeah, definitely not a fan of this girl. She was a little shorter than me, had dark skin, big light brown eyes, big boobs, and a tiny waist. She was pretty, I guess. And her hands were slowly traveling closer to my date’s arse.
Hayes broke from her, “Oh, Nina, let my introduce you to my beautiful date, Dominique.”
That’s right, I’m beautiful.
“Hi, nice to meet you,” I put on my best fake smile and offered her my hand. She looked uncertain but took it; I noticed she had long, fake, red nails that matched the red of her uniform.
“Likewise,” she answered. Her voice was whiney. Very annoying.
“So, is our table ready?” Hayes asked hopefully.
“We always have a table for you, Hayes,” she said and batted her eyelashes. I took a deep breath to calm myself.
“Follow me,” she said and turned to lead us to our table. This time, I took his hand, “So, how did you find this place?” I asked him.
“Oh, well, I kind of cheated,” he admits, looking down at me sheepishly. “My little brother’s girlfriend’s mother owns the place.”
I got that straight in my head and laughed, “I like it.”
“Me too. Best French food in England, definitely, right Nina?” he looked at her as she set our menus down at a nice booth table.
“Always looking to score extra points with your brother’s girlfriend’s family, aren’t you?” She giggles.
“Of course,” He answers as I sit down. Instead of sitting opposite me, he slides in next to me. “I have to have my maybe future sister-in-law like me, don’t I?”
Oh, she likes you just fine, I think angrily.
“Would you like to order your drinks now? Perhaps a nice bottle of our finest French wine?” our extremely annoying waitress asked in a way that insinuated I wasn’t worth their finest French wine at all.
I have never wanted so badly to have wine in my life. And, thanks to Teddy Lupin, I could not have any.
I sighed, maybe a little too audibly. “We’ll just have two gillywaters, thanks,” he said. “If that’s okay with you?” he checked with me.
“That’s perfect,” I smile at him. At least he knows that I can’t have alcohol. And for some reason he still wanted to date me despite this condition.
“I’ll be right back,” looks at me as she says this. I fight the urge to stick my tongue, or better, my middle finger, in her direction.
“How long have you known Nina?” I ask in a polite voice as I try not to lose my train of thought from looking into his eyes.
“Oh, only as long as her sister has been dating my brother,” he shrugs. Oh, that’s good. Then they probably haven’t known each other for – “about two years.”
“That’s a long relationship,” I comment, impressed and annoyed.
“I know,” he agrees. “They started dating when they were only sixteen.”
“Wow, I can’t imagine still being with the guy I was dating when I was sixteen,” I laugh before I realize what I had just had pointed out to me. I look down at the table, suddenly feeling very young. How had I not noticed that he was older than me before? His little brother was my age, for goodness sakes.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, worried. “Bad break up?” he pokes me in the shoulder.
I laugh, despite myself, “No,” I shake my head. “It’s just… I suddenly feel very young.” I blush.
He looks at me silently for a while, “Well, you definitely don’t look young. How old are you?”
“Eighteen,” I admit.
“Twenty-three,” he says. “But, if you can keep a secret,” he pauses, “I still act like I’m sixteen sometimes.”
I laugh. Five years really isn’t that much.
“No, really,” he continues, “I still have the same quidditch shirt I bought when I was that old, too. I sleep in it. And I only like the boxed macaroni and cheese if the noodles are in the shape of one of those silly muggle picture things.”
It was right then that I knew my family would have approved of me dating Hayes Landon under other circumstances. Like, for example, if I was not pregnant. I grin up at him, “My Uncle Ron still has his Chudley Cannon’s bedspread. Aunt Hermione says he tries to sneak it onto their bed sometimes,” I tell him. “And the macaroni shaped like zoo animals is my favorite.”
We’re still arguing about the best type of macaroni with Nina returns with our drinks, “Have you two decided what you want to order?” she asks after we’ve thanked her.
“Now I am really in the mood for macaroni,” I sigh. “Thanks a lot.” I playfully punch Hayes in the arm.
“I am, too,” he whines as he turns to look at me. We stare at each other in silence for a minute until I turn my head sideways, silently asking him what he is thinking.
“Come on,” He stands up and Nina looks just as confused as I feel.
“Where are you going?” I ask.
“You’re coming too, silly girl. Come on,” he offers me his hand and I allow him to help me out of the booth.
“Where are you going?” Nina asks, sounding slightly offended.
“To get macaroni,” Hayes tells her seriously.
My face breaks out into a grin and I giggle, “Where are we going to cook it, though?”
“At my flat, of course,” he tells me. Then his face falls, “If that’s okay with you.”
I take a split second to study Nina’s face before grinning up, “I think we need to go get food now and I’ll prove to you once and for all that zoo animals are most definitely the best.”
“You’re on,” he says as he tightens his grip on my hand and turns on his heel.
An hour later, we’re sitting on Hayes couch eating macaroni that the other has made. My jacket and purse are sitting on the kitchen table, and my legs lie across Hayes’ lap as I rest my back against one arm of the couch and Hayes sits in the middle. “Admit it,” I tease.
“You know mine is better,” I grin as I finish the rest of some weird muggle cartoon macaroni and set my empty bowl on the coffee table. I put my elbows on my thighs and lean my face on my hands.
“Okay, okay,” he says as he eats the last of his and sets the bowl down, too. “But you know what that means doesn’t it?” he says as he sits back up and rests his hands on my legs right below my knees. My heart leaps and my skin threatens to erupt with goosebumps but I manage to ask, “What?”
He pulls my legs at the same time so that I’m lying on my back and he’s on top of me, “I might just have to keep you here as my personal cook,” he grins.
Breathe in. Breathe out.
I focus on keeping my head straight so that I don’t just snog this man senseless right now, “Depends.” I whisper.
“On what?” he asks.
“How much you are willing to pay me,” I manage to tease. “I do have a baby on the way, you know.”
“That’s very true,” he doesn’t even back off at the mention of my condition. “Maybe we can reach some kind of arrangement.”
“I’m willing to compromise,” I tell him. His blue eyes are glistening as I know he’s thinking about what’s going to happen next. He probably doesn’t know, however, that I’m about one sane thought away from just attacking him right now.
His hair is falling into his face, which is only a few inches from mine. He leans in closer and I close my eyes as his warm, cheese-flavored lips meet mine. He gives me one light kiss, then pulls away slightly, studying my reaction, nervous. I smile and lift my head up and really kiss him.
A few seconds later, he pulls away again and pulls me into sitting position as he climbs off of me and onto the floor. I’m just about willing to fuck him right here on the couch, but with a shy grin, he gathers our bowls and walks into the kitchen leaving me on the couch and breathless.
I pull up to my knees and watch him over the back of the couch through the small window that looks into the kitchen from the living room. He puts our bowls in the sink and then washes them and puts them away. I watch him as he walks back into the living room, stopping at what I guess is a closet door to grab a light blanket. He sits back on the couch and looks at me. I sigh and curl up next to him as he wraps the blanket around my shoulders.
“I’m sorry,” he says quietly, breaking the long silence.
“For what?” I ask him, looking up from under his arm to see his beautiful face.
“I just want to take this slow,” he tells me. Which doesn’t really answer my question.
“I’m fine,” I tell him.
“Dominique, you are way more than fine,” he chuckles.
We sit in silence for a few more minutes before I have to ask the question that has been on my mind since he asked me on this date, “Hayes?”
“Hm?” he looks down at me.
“Why did you ask me out?”
He looks confused for a second, before I see it dawn on him. “Because you’re pregnant, you mean?”
“Well, yeah,” I sit up so that I can really see him. “I mean, it’s not like I want Teddy or anything, you know that from the time in the hospital. And it’s not like I don’t like you. But I just don’t understand what would make you want to date me. Obviously you don’t want me for my body or my looks or for sex, because you just had the perfect opportunity for that and you stopped. So I’m confused.”
Hayes looks at me for a while, again. He looks like his thinking, “When I ran into you at the hospital, literally, I noticed how beautiful you were. I’d have had to be a fool not to have noticed that. But it wasn’t until I talked to you that I decided that you were someone I wanted to get to know.”
“So you just want to be friends?” I ask him, as my chest tightens.
Hayes laughs, “Merlin, I think I would die if I had to sit next to you and just be your friend, Dominique.”
I grinned, “Good because I don’t think I could take it either. But I still don’t understand why you’d want to date me when I’m having a baby in less than six months.”
“Well you don’t want to be in a relationship with the father of your baby, right?”
“Merlin, no. That’s like incest or something,” I grimaced. Hayes laughed.
“I like you. You’re clever and witty and funny and, of course, you’re beautiful. After talking to you only the few times I have, I can’t imagine stopping now.”
“But you’ll have to in six months, if you even like me for that long,” I tell him sadly.
“I’m having a baby!” I exclaim. “You’re a maternity healer, you know exactly what that entails!”
“Will you want me to stop talking to you in six months?” he asks me.
Only if he turns out to be a serial baby murderer, and even then we might be able to work something out. “No.”
“Then why would I have to?”
“You’d want to be with me even when I’m fat and pregnant and then when I have a baby?”
“I haven’t met anyone else that I’ve wanted to get to know as much as I want to get to know you.”
This man is crazy. He was dropped on his head as a small child or something. I’m going to be fat. “You’re crazy. I am not that interesting. You could find someone much better than me; someone a lot less pregnant.”
“I think you are exactly that interesting, actually,” he tells me calmly. “And no, I’m not crazy.”
I think I stared at him, open mouthed, for a good minute before I was able to speak. “I’m pregnant.”
“But you still want to go on a second date with me.”
“And a third, if you aren’t sick of me by then.”
More staring. He really was insane.
“And, of course, if you want to go on that many dates with me,” he adds quickly.
“Were you recently confounded by a particularly powerful wizard?” I ask him.
“Er – no, why?”
“Because one, you want to date me and two, you think I wouldn’t want to date you.”
Hayes laughs, “I just took you back to my flat and made you macaroni on our first date,” he recaps, “I wouldn’t be surprised if you moved out of the country after that.”
“What are you talking about? This is the best first date I’ve ever been on,” I smile. And it’s true, which is also saying a lot because I’d had some good first dates.
“I think you’re the crazy one,” he smiles that crooked smile.
“So you really want to see me again?” I ask, again, to make sure I wasn’t hearing things.
“Yes, Dominique, I really, really would love to see you again. Actually, I’d love it if you wouldn’t leave right now,” he blushes.
“Who said anything about leaving?” I asked as I curled back into his side and he put his arm around me.
“You know, I think this is the best first date I’ve ever been on, too,” he tells me. “Now, tell me more about your apparently famous family. Did you notice that three different wizards and two entire magical families were blatantly staring at you while we walked away from that muggle store and down the street?”
“Oh, no,” I sigh. “If you really want to date me, you’re most likely going to have to get used to public attention.” I told him and launched into my huge family’s history.
It was past midnight when I flooed back to my flat. We hadn’t even snogged again the whole time we had sat on the couch. We just talked. I learned that his brother was working with the French Ministry and that his sister immensely enjoyed the WWW products. Both of his parents were alive; his dad worked at the ministry and his mother stayed home to take care of the house. His last relationship had lasted four months and had ended when he accidentally set his ex’s dress on fire; apparently, she was very vain and was only dating him because he looked nice in pictures. She told him all of this the night she dumped him. He had moved to England to escape his parent’s constant nagging to get married and settled down, along with the plus of a better job offer. He had admitted that his biggest personality flaw was that he still acted like a kid sometimes, and then had showed me his collection of quidditch memorabilia. He was shocked when I could name, and said some member of my family owned, all that he had and more. I promised to show him my own pretty large collection sometime soon.
All-in-all, I had never connected to anyone as fast as I had with Hayes, not even Emmelyn. I already felt like he knew me better than half of my friends, and I’d only bloody talked to him three times. Merlin, it was ridiculous for me to like someone this much after only talking to him three times – even if two of those three times were for pretty lengthy periods of time.
I threw my purse and jacket onto my couch and walked to my room, half asleep, half in a daze. He was taking me out to lunch tomorrow during my break from the store. Saturdays were always busy at Uncle George’s shop, but I had a good hour to eat lunch. He told me he would have taken me out to dinner again, and this time actually eaten there, but he had the night shift at St. Mungo’s. I almost envied him for still working there, but I envied Emmelyn more for working there while he did, too.
I changed into my pajamas, leaving my clothes in a pile on the floor. After washing what little makeup had lasted the night off of my face, I swallowed my potions and climbed into bed to get at least eight hours of sleep before arriving at WWW at nine.
Waiting for half past noon the next day was near torture. Uncle George was keeping an annoying close eye on me and asked, more than once, why I kept looking towards the door at the front of the shop hoping that Hayes would again surprise me by arriving early.
“I’m just seeing if there are any more customers coming,” I told him innocently the third time he asked. It was nearing noon and I was already pretty hungry.
“Oh, okay, then,” he said and as he turned to leave a bell jingled signifying someone had entered. I whipped my head around and my heart sunk – it wasn’t Hayes.
“What?” Uncle George asked.
“What?” I turned to him, confused.
“You just sighed like you’d been denied the right to magic,” he told me.
“Oh. I’m – er – just a bit hungry. I’m fine,” I fibbed.
He narrowed his eyes then disappeared behind a large display of trick cauldrons. I set my head in my hands on the checkout counter and watched as the mother and son duo that had just entered looked around. A few minutes later, as I was beginning to watch the clock to make sure it was, indeed, still moving, Desmelda, a middle-aged woman who worked with me, walked up behind me, “Go,” she sighed.
“What?” I spun around to look at her.
“Your uncle is worried you’ll pass out from hunger if you don’t eat soon; however, I know that you are just anxious to meet whomever you’re going to meet. Either way, I’ve been assigned register so you can go to lunch early.”
I blushed, “I’m fine; I can wait.”
“Dominique, George is going to kill me if you don’t leave right now.”
I sighed and knew that I would lose this battle; Desmelda hardly ever lost an argument and I wasn’t in the mood to fight her, especially when the winner only got to stay another half hour. “Fine,” I hopped off the stool Uncle George insisted I sit on instead of standing behind the counter and lifted my apron over my head. “I’ll be back in an hour.”
“Lunch break ends at one-thirty,” she reminded me.
“You owe me one.”
“I know,” I grinned and walked as fast as I could out of the shop before the small boy began to throw a ‘but I want it!’ fit.
It was a chilly day meaning, of course, that I’d left my jacket back at my flat. I pulled my arms closer to my body and walked to the restaurant we were meeting at, a small diner located by the entrance to Diagon Alley.
I walked in and sat down, waving the waitress away when she started over. I began tracing the patterns on the wooden table absent-mindedly with my finger while I waited, thinking about nothing in particular.
My next appointment was this week, Thursday to be exact. I would find out the sex of the baby, if I so wished. I hadn’t really decided if I wanted to know; I think I do. That way I can know what to ask for and what to borrow from whom. And so I can only have to think about coming up with one name.
I’d never, until recently, thought about how important names were; whatever parents wrote down on one day would be stuck with their child forever. That’s important. I mean, I can’t imagine seeing Victiore as anything but Victiore. What if the name you picked for your kid decided who they would be? Would I be different if I was called something else?
I sighed. I hated thinking about big things like this; it always worked me up and freaked me out. I unconsciously put on hand on my slightly expanded stomach. “Even if we picked an earlier time, I think that we’d somehow find a way to get here before that, don’t you think?” I jumped as I heard his voice and stood up, walking over to him quickly.
“Hi.” I breathed as I hugged him, he leaned in and kissed me on the mouth and all coherent thoughts left me.
“Hi, Dominique,” Hayes grinned lopsidedly after he was finished erasing my mind.
“Er – yeah,” I blinked stupidly. He chuckled and led me back over to booth I had been sitting at and again slid in next to me.
I concentrated on breathing as I just looked at him; he was wearing a simple blue t-shirt that made his eyes look more amazing than I could have imagined with a black sports jacket and a light pair of jeans. His hair was still wet from a shower, I guessed, and it stuck to his forehead in curls; I wanted to run my hand through it.
“How has your day been?” he asked me as he brushed hair from my face. I had worn it down and wavy today, mainly because I hadn’t had the energy to do anything to it this morning after pulling on a pair of black sweatpants and my violently magenta work shirt.
“Long,” I told him.
He laughed, “Mine, too. I couldn’t fall asleep after you left last night,” he admitted, blushing the tiniest bit.
I opened my mouth to answer, but the waitress interrupted me, “What can I get you two today?” she asked. She was tall and had dark skin; she looked about forty.
Hayes looked at me and I ordered the first thing I thought of, “Can I just have some vegetable soup, please?” She wrote it down, nodding, and looked at Hayes.
“I’ll have a Sheppard’s pie, thanks,” he grinned at her and handed he the menus that we hadn’t even looked at.
I asked him about the hospital and he started talking about his rounds and such while I sat there jealously; that topic lasted us until our food came. We had just started eating when I heard a series of very familiar clicking noises. Looking up and around, I saw a guy putting something into a bag and zipping it up before leaving the store quickly.
Very subtle. I groaned thinking about the magazine covers and cursing the fact that my family couldn’t go and eat lunch without having their picture taken.
“What? Is your food bad? Do you want something else?” Hayes asked.
“I’m sorry,” I shook my head. “But I think that we’re going to be in a bloody report soon.”
“Huh?” he looked completely baffled. Oh, what it would be like to not be used to the clicking of a camera.
“A bloke just took our picture and then left in a hurry,” I explained. “I told you this would happen. Albeit, I didn’t think it would be this soon…”
“Hey,” he said putting his arm around me. “It’s fine, it’ll be cool to see myself in print or whatnot.” He grinned at me and I couldn’t remember why I was so upset in the first place. “Besides, I can send a copy to my mother and maybe she’ll see that I actually can get myself a girlfriend.” He laughed.
My breath caught, “G-girlfriend?” I asked.
He looked at me in horror, turning red, “Oh, no. You don’t have to be. I mean – not if you don’t want to. I understand with all you have going on –” I shut him up by pressing my lips to his.
“If you want me to be your girlfriend, there’s no way in hell I’m saying no,” I told him. “Though, I can’t see why you’d want –” then he shut me up by pressing his lips to mine.
I think I may fancy this bloke.
A/N: I know, I know, I'm the worst person in the world! I'm sorry! Life is hectic. I'm definitely working on updating both of my stories faster, because you guys are aweomse and deserve WAY more than stupid me and my never-updating. In fact, I'm still shocked you guys even like my writing. But hey, I love that you do. Gives me something to do. Haha. You guys are awesome.
Anyway, what do you think about Hayes? Eh? Eh? And Teddy's non-appearance. Oh man. Never fear though - more Weasley family members are coming up. Haha. PLEASE review. I promise I read them all and I try to answer them. Thanks so mcuh for supporting me/my stories... I'll stop before i get all teary. Haha.
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