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“Go away.” I said, my face muffled by my arms. “I don’t want to talk to you.”
Okay, so I was being childish. Shut up.
“Missy, why are you crying?”
I raised my head to look disbelievingly at him. “Why do you think I’m crying?”
A flash of pain crossed his eyes. “I’m sorry.”
“If you really are, you’ll fix this.”
“Artemis.” He sighed, running a hand through his hair. A vivid mental image of James doing the same thing flashed across my mind and I gritted my teeth. “Artemis, I’m scared.”
“I’m scared, Artemis. I got scared. I’m fucking terrified about all of this, okay? I freaked out. I know I shouldn’t have said that, but honestly…what more can I do? I don’t want anything to do with this.” He shook his head, and I stood up slowly, seething in rage.
“Oh, okay.” I snapped angrily. “So, just because you’re scared, you run away from your problems, because running away always helps, doesn’t it? What about Dom? Huh? What about my best friend, Apollo? What is she going to do? She’s also scared. She’s terrified out of her wits. But she can’t run away from this. How is that fair, huh? How come the guy gets to run while the girl is left to clean up the mess? It takes two to tango, Pol, and you have to come back to reality: this is your child, and unless you want to lose your sister, you are going to face up to it.”
Apollo laughed hollowly. “I’m not the only one who runs away from my problems, Artemis.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” I bit out.
“You’ve been running from your problems since day one. ‘Oh, I don’t want to marry James! It’s a good thing I’m a fucking Seer, I can just run away from it and fuck up both of our lives!’”
Just for the record, he does a terrible Artemis impersonation.
Except it’s perfect.
“The kid’s desperately in love with me! Oh dear, let’s just break his heart some more, and make his life miserable by denying the truth.” He was glaring at me by the end of it.
“What truth?” I snarled. “Tell me what truth, Apollo. Enlighten me. Since you seem to know everything.”
“YOU LOVE HIM!” Apollo bellowed at me. I flinched. “You love him, Artemis! You are in love with him. And you’re too afraid to admit it! So what do you do? You run. You make his life horrible, and you run from it.”
“I do not love him.” I protested in a weak whisper. It sounded fake even to my own ears. “I don’t love him!” I said again, louder.
“Yes, you do. And I’m not the only coward here, Artemis. You’re just like me, in the end.”
“No, I’m not.” I shook my head. “Because, in the end, I’m the one sticking with the baby. I’m not running away from it. I’ll be there for her, Apollo. So, you know what? We don’t even want you. We don’t need you. You can just go to hell.”
Casting another disgusted look on his remorseful expression, I turned around and walked away.
When I glanced back, he was gone.
“Okay, my dears. I want you to delve into your minds. Probe the deepest corners, and cast out your thoughts. Cast them to the future, where you will see tomorrow…today. Now, take a long, deep look into your crystal balls and tell me what you see.” Trelawney’s mystical voice floated around the room, and I sighed resignedly as I opened my eyes and looked into the crystal ball.
I see smoke. Does that mean it’s going to be really foggy tonight?
Merlin, why did I take this class again? I’m already a freaking Seer; I don’t need some fraud teaching me the fake version of it.
I rue the day I chose to take Divination.
And I think ‘rue’ might just be the best word ever invented. Right after ostentatious and defenestrate.
Yes, I’m a word freak, okay? Don’t make fun of me. I know your future. DON’T MAKE FUN OF ME, DAMN IT.
I looked up at Ella, who was sleeping with her mouth hanging open, and flicked a piece of parchment at her.
“DUMBLEDORE!” She cried, sitting up, fast. I snickered into the back of my hand at her bewildered expression.
“What’s that, my dear?” Trelawney asked eagerly, coming towards us. “What do you see?”
“I…uh… I see Dumbledore.” Ella improvised wildly, quickly wiping the drool on her chin off with the back of her hand. “He’s, uh…saying something. In his frame.”
Trelawney gave her a disappointed look. “Well, I can hardly see how that’s important, but at least you tried.”
Ella pretended to look disappointed. “Dang.” She sighed. “And I tried so hard, too.”
I turned another giggle into a hasty cough.
“And what about you?” Trelawney turned to me, not bothering to hide her distasteful expression. She’s always hated me, ever since the first day when she’d predicted my death (which, just in case you needed to be reassured, never happened – surprise, surprise) and I’d laughed, upright, in her face. “What do you see?”
“Hmm…” I gazed thoughtfully into the ball, feeling the eyes of all the students on me. “Oh, dear!” I exclaimed dramatically, and Trelawney looked eagerly at me, eyes even wider than usual.
“What?” She asked in a misty whisper. “Tell me what you see.”
“It seems that…my god,” I paused, shaking my head and laying a hand over my heart. I looked up at her with wide, earnest eyes. “Professor, we are going to have an atrocious case of…”
“Yes? Yes?” She looked excited.
“An atrocious case of very heavy fog tonight, here at Hogwarts! Just look at this ball, Professor! It’s absolutely brimming with the stuff!”
As the class laughed, her lips flattened into a straight line.
“It was brilliant, it was. But, honestly, you don’t always have to push her buttons, Missy. I’d like to have one day where we don’t get a load of homework.” Ella rambled as we walked towards the Common Room.
“I hate that class.” I muttered resentfully. “It’s a load of rubbish, that’s what it is. She’s not even a real Seer! None of what she says comes true, and she’s just an old, batty fraud. I wonder why McGonagall even kept the old hag.”
“Something about the Great War, I think.” Ella shrugged. “She said Trelawney’s been through a lot with them, and they had to keep her just for old times’ sake.”
“Well that’s just bull.” I stated stubbornly. “I hate her and her stupid class.”
“Trust me, you’re not the only one. I really want to quit.”
“You could just pull an Aunt Hermione and walk out.” An amused voice offered from behind me. My face already stretched into a wide grin, I turned around to see Al.
“ALBUS!” I cried, throwing myself at him. “You’re my favorite Potter boy, you know that? Will you please become my little brother?”
“Of course I will.” Al grinned, though there was something off in his smile. “You just have to marry my brother, and it’ll be all set.”
My grin slid off my face as I cuffed him over the head. “Shut up, Al. I’m not going to marry him, okay? I won’t even date him.”
“You’re hurting him, Artemis.” Al said pleadingly, looking at me with disappointed eyes. “Look, James has never felt this way about any other girl before. I reckon the bloke’s in love with you, Missy. Just give him a chance.”
“No.” I said.
“Why not?” He asked, looking angry.
“You don’t understand, Al. I just can’t, okay?” I sighed.
“Then explain it to us, Missy. We’d really like to know.” Ella said, coming up next to Al with an eyebrow raised.
I closed my eyes against the tears. “I’m scared.” I finally whispered. “I can’t deal with something else, you guys. I’ve got a lot on my plate right now, and I just want to minimize the stuff to worry about, okay? Just drop it.”
Al sighed, still looking rather angry. “Just know that you’re hurting him, Artemis. A lot.”
I nodded numbly. “I’m sorry.” My voice wavered and a tear slipped down my cheek.
He looked at me, then took a step forward and engulfed me in a hug. “I’m sorry, Artemis.”
“This sucks.” I sobbed into his shirt as he held me.
He laughed, though the sound was still sad. “I know.”
“Will someone please comfort me, too? I’m also crying here!” Ella’s voice cut through the moment, and, laughing, we pulled her in for a group hug.
“OI! Is this a group hug? Budge over, I want in!” Jason wrapped his arms around me and Ella, and we laughed and gasped for air as he nearly squeezed the air out of us.
“Don’t forget me!” Rose wriggled in as well, adding her arms to our hug. Pretty soon, we had Scorpius (who somehow always managed to be pressed up against Rose…coincidence? I think not), Alex and Fred – who stayed on opposite ends of the hug – in our little group as well, and even Lily had grudgingly joined in. Dom, who was grinning for the first time in many days, laughed as Al and James tickled her from both sides, and I found myself truly happy. The only small thorn was the absence of Apollo, but even that was okay, because I still had all my other brothers.
As I felt the strong, protective arms of my closest friends – no, my family – around me, I felt like I could take on the world. As long as I had them with me, I could face anything.
So bring it on. I’m ready.
I lied. I am so not ready. And I would greatly appreciate if you didn’t bring it on.
Really. At this point, I don’t know if I can handle much more.
Of course, that probably just gave whoever’s up there an even greater incentive to make my life miserable.
After the group hug extravaganza, we slowly drifted back to whatever we were doing, and I found myself sitting in front of the fire with Dom, who was resting her head on my shoulder as she stared into the flames. Alex plopped down next to me, laying down and putting her head in my lap, and Ella curled up near Dom’s feet, leaning her head against Dom’s legs.
We sat there in silence for a little bit. Just the four of us, surrounded by a bubble of serenity. Together. Constant. Just like we always promised to be.
Of course, good things never last. I mean, hello, this is my life we’re talking about here!
“Oh, no!” Alex shot up, looking anxiously at her watch. “I’ve got to go; Matt’s waiting for me to help him with some homework. I’ll see you later, guys!” With that, she sprinted out the door without even bothering to throw a cloak on for the chilly November air.
“I wonder if he ever does anything for her.” I muttered angrily, staring at the spot where Alex disappeared.
“Of course he doesn’t. Stupid tosspot.” Ella added. “I can’t wait until they break up. Alex has got to come to her senses one of these days. Then she’ll ditch the idiot.”
“And then, by some sort of miracle, Freddie will ditch that idiot,” Dom threw a disapproving look at Mallory Finnegan, who he was currently snogging against the wall, “and finally get the balls to ask Alex out.”
“Does he even like her?” Ella asked, also watching their progress with a morbid kind of interest.
“Who, Mallory? No.” I snorted.
“Well, I know that. I meant Alex.” Ella said, sighing and picking at her nails. “It doesn’t seem like he does, but he’s the only person I can imagine her with, you know?”
“He doesn’t realize that he does.” I stated matter-of-factly, tugging on one of my curls absently as I gazed at the flickering fire in from of me. “He will, though.”
Ella sighed, and turned around to look at me. “How do you know?”
“I just do.” I replied absentmindedly, still staring at the fire.
“No; you just seem to always know these things. Everything you say will happen, happens. How do you know?”
“Shrewd female intuition.” I turned to grin at her disbelieving expression. “I don’t know, Ells. I just get that feeling, you know?”
“I don’t know how you do it. I’m never that sure about anything.” She turned back around, and I breathed a silent sigh of relief.
“Can I tell you a secret? Neither am I.” I confessed. “I just act like I do. Truthfully, I have no idea what to do. Freaky, isn’t it?”
Ella laughed. “Of course not, Missy! That’s how it is for everyone. No one knows what’s going to happen in life. We just get on the ride and…go. We hope for the best, and have fun along the way.”
I smiled at her and stood up, gently laying the now-sleeping Dom across the sofa. “I wish I could be more like you, Ells.”
She smiled at me, and got to her feet, straightening out her skirt. “Missy, spending your whole life worrying about what’s going to happen isn’t helping you. Just live. Everything will work out in the end.”
I laughed. “And I wish I could believe that.”
“The glass is always half-full, Artemis. It just depends on how you look at it.” Ella said seriously, gazing at me with eyes that suddenly seemed much wiser than I gave them credit for.
“Oi!” I laughed, putting an arm around her shoulder and walking with her to one of the tables. “When did you go and get all smart? I want the old Ella back!”
She shoved me. “Shut up, Missy. Just because I don’t act like it all the time doesn’t mean I’m not smart.”
“I know you’re smart.” I replied, re-slinging the arm around her shoulders. “Sometimes I forget, though.”
“Oh, you are so getting it!” Ella said, turning around to tickle me. With a loud squeal, I pulled away and shot in the opposite direction, laughing when Ella’s hands managed to reach me.
“Stop – stop!” I gasped when she jumped on top of me and started tickling. “I forfeit! You win!”
“HA!” Ella jumped up and pointed her finger at me. “I WON! That’s what you get for messing with Ella Longbottom!”
I sat up, regaining my breath and pushing my crazy hair out of my face. “I wonder what you’ll do to me if I go over there and tell Jason you want to be his lover.” I mused, cocking my head to the side and smirking at her outraged expression.
“You – would – nev – Oh, hi, Jason!” Ella squeaked, eyes growing wide. “What’s up? What’s down? What’s all around?! Haha, well, Igottagobye.”
With that, she grabbed her bag, and after jumping over a couch and two first years playing a game of chess (who both squealed in fright and upended the chess board so that pieces flew everywhere), sprinted up the stairs to the girls’ dormitory.
“What’s up with her?” Jason asked, plopping down next to me on the floor.
“You’ll never know.” I said mysteriously, my face carefully stony.
He gave me an odd look, then gazed at the stairway again. Suddenly, a smirk graced his features. “So.” He said conversationally, still smirking. “Ella wants to be my lover, huh?”
“What?!” I squeaked. “Ha. No! Of course no – yes.” I sighed, admitting my defeat at his skeptical eyebrow, which was raised in a perfect arc.
He grinned, the smile lighting up his face. “Really?” He asked eagerly, eyes dancing with happiness. “You mean it? She likes me?”
I nodded. “A lot.”
He let out a breath. “That’s…wow. That’s good.” He stared at the window. “Yeah. Really good.”
I stared at him.
Then stared some more.
“Really?” I finally asked. “That’s it? ‘That’s good’? That’s all you have to say?!”
He looked warily at me. “Well, what else am I supposed to –?”
“GO!” I cried, shoving him so that he fell over. I got to my feet so that I towered over him. “Go and ask her out, Jason!”
“Now?” He asked disbelievingly, looking up at me with wide eyes.
“Oh, no, next year. Yes, now!” I snapped, kicking his leg. “Come on, get up!”
“Okay, jeez, woman, stop shoving, I’m going.” He scrambled to his feet, and after an angry glance at me, walked to the staircase. I saw him take a deep breath as he glanced around and pressed a little button on the third railing. Then, with a backwards look at me – I urged him forward with my hands – he walked up the staircase, taking slow, steady steps. I glared up at him, hoping he could feel the two holes getting burned into the back of his head.
“Oh!” I said softly, grabbing my head as my vision swirled. Fighting against it, I staggered to the sofa and plopped down, leaning my head back and closing my eyes.
It was amazing, really, how my subconscious mind managed to show me the exact vision I had been hoping to view.
Maybe I’ll be able to control it one day…
Ella was sprawled across her bed, hair splayed out behind her as she played absentmindedly with a tiny bludger and bat, a Christmas gift that James had gotten her one year after she’d broken her nose eight times trying to play that way. She wacked the bludger and it flew around and room back towards her; she hit it again.
Her tie was on the floor, her first three buttons undone so she could ‘breathe without feeling like someone is choking’ her. She had also thrown off her robes, untucked her shirt, rolled up her sleeves, and pulled off her stockings so that she was wearing just a white shirt and a skirt. Basically, she looked like one of those skanky girls who walk around Hogwarts and make out with any random bloke, except she was just in our dormitory, where that sort of behavior wasn’t frowned upon. In fact, Dom used to walk around wearing nothing but her bra and knickers all of third and fourth year, until Apollo came to visit me one day (and also steal my essay) and caught her during her mostly nude state.
I think that was around the same time he started liking her…
Ella smiled as she thought about her three best friends – Alex, Artemis and Dom. She frowned though, worried about them. Worried that Alex was being taken advantage of, that Dom was going to have to face her pregnancy alone, that Artemis would go on denying her feelings forever.
I felt my face frown as I watched and listened.
Her thoughts turned to Jason; sweet, handsome, caring Jason, who really liked her. And she liked him, a lot. So much, that her mind was always on him. In fact, she wished nothing more than to see him right now –
Holy crap! She thought as she sat up straight, causing the bludger to veer crazily out of the way.
“What are you doing here?” She asked blankly as he stared at her, mouth hanging open. “What?” She demanded, when he continued ogling at her.
“Ella…what are you wearing?” Jason asked, still staring at her very much exposed chest and legs.
She looked down and closed her eyes, wishing with all of her might that this was not happening.
With that, she scrambled off of the bed and began a frantic search for her robes, which were under her bed.
“Shit, Jason, I’m sorry, I always dress like this in the dormitory. Hold on, let me find my robes, I could have sworn –”
“No.” Jason said, still looking at her.
She stopped. “Sorry?”
“Don’t. You’re fine. Well, more than fine, really, you’re bloody hot.” Jason walked slowly towards her, his gaze still riveted on her body. Her expression morphed into one of anger.
“You’re a perv.” She stated, turning around and casting a look over the room again.
“Sorry.” Jason said. He was right behind her now, and she could feel every one of his breaths on her neck. “I just can’t help it; especially when you’re here…looking like that, and…Merlin, Ella, what I’m trying to say is that…that…well…”
“What?” Ella asked softly, turning around to look at him.
“Um, could you please button up your shirt before I continue?” Jason asked, closing his eyes against the strong urge to look down her chest.
She smirked. “Nope.”
“I said no. It seems to me that you’re only interested in my body, and I have to know that you’re not.”
Merlin, when did she develop such a bright brain?!
“Okay.” He took a deep breath and looked at her face, keeping his gaze just there and nowhere else. “Ella, I really like you. Will you go out with me?”
“I’ll think about it.” She said airily, turning around again.
“What?” He asked blankly, looking at a loss for words. “You’ll think about it?”
“Yeah. I’ll think about it. That’s okay, right?” Ella asked, looking at him with innocent eyes.
He looked at her for a couple of seconds. “Yeah. You’re worth waiting for, Ella. I’ll see you later, okay?” Looking disappointed but still determined, he turned around and made his way towards the door. Ella’s mouth hung open.
“Oh, and Ella?” He turned around to look at her.
“It’s under the bed.”
Looking confused, she checked, and sure enough, her robes were under there. “Thanks, Jason.” She said emerging from under the bed; but he had already disappeared.
I opened my eyes, seething at Ella for being such a bloody idiot.
IT WAS THE PERFECT MOMENT, YOU IMBECILE! WHAT WERE YOU BLOODY THINKING?!
I quickly morphed my expression to one of eager, impatient curiosity when Jason appeared in the common room about five minutes later.
“Well?” I asked excitedly. “What happened?”
He shook his head, looking deflated. “She said she’ll think about it.”
“WHAT?!” I cried, alerting the attention of everyone around me. “She said she’ll think about it?! What’s wrong with her?! My god, I’m going to go over there and talk to her. She’s such an idiot, Jay, don’t get discour –”
I was interrupted by Ella’s desperate yell as she thundered down the stairs. “Jason, hold on –”
I stared, mouth hanging open, as she sprinted across the room, and, without a second’s warning or hesitation, jumped at Jason and kissed him full on the mouth. He staggered back a couple of steps, but still managed to catch her.
Ella and Jason. In front of everyone. In PUBLIC. Snogging. Ella still wearing her slutty outfit, though with her robes thrown hastily over it.
Even I wasn’t prepared for this. My mouth hung open as I stared blankly at the couple snogging in front of me, too shocked to even be disgusted by the blatant display of PDA occurring in my very immediate vicinity.
She pulled away a few seconds later. “Yes.” She said breathlessly. “Yes, I’ll go out with you; yes, I really like you too; and yes, I give you permission to call me babe. You can’t take my broomstick, though. Sorry.”
Jason laughed. “It’s okay. All I want is you, Ells.” With that, he planted another one on her mouth.
That was about when I snapped out of it and started whooping in joy.
“YES!” I yelled, jumping up and down. “YES! FINALLY!”
I need someone to celebrate with. Spotting Fred, who was, unfortunately, still snogging Mallory Finnegan against the wall – Merlin, do they ever come up for air? – I barreled over there and untangled him from her.
“Look!” I yelled excitedly, ignoring his disgruntled expression and pointing at Jason and Ella. “They’re together! They’re finally together!”
His face broke into a wide grin. “YEAH! JASON, YOU GO, MAN!” I laughed and high-fived him, shoving him away when he ruffled my hair. He slung that same arm around my shoulder instead. “Finally.” He said, grinning and shaking his head as he watched them snog.
“What’s going on?” James appeared, seemingly out of nowhere, and Fred hastily withdrew his arm from my shoulder.
“Look. Ella and Jason.” He pointed his chin at the couple, and I watched as James’ face split into a smile. I struggled to regain my breath as I looked quickly away.
“FINALLY!” James yelled at them, cupping his hands around his mouth. “Hey, who got them together?” He added.
“That would be moi.” I grinned as he held out a hand and high-fived him, pulling away when he tried threading his fingers through mine.
From across the room, Al and Scorpius wolf-whistled at Jason and Ella, and simultaneously, without pulling away from each other, they each lifted a hand and showed them their middle fingers.
I busted out laughing at the affronted expressions on Al and Scorp’s faces. Typical Jason and Ella.
And that’s something that can never change.
i have time now :)
the typical: what do you think is going to happen next??
who's missing james? i know i am :) he'll be back next chapter...i think.
who's really frustrated with me right now? (i just got like, a ton of reviews basically cursing me to Hades for being such a sucky person and not making my characters' lives nice).
just a side note: guys, if their lives were nice, this story wouldnt be
here, my friends. really. i thrive off of ways to make my character's lives more miserable. is that horrible of me? i think it is. sorry.
okay, sorry. hmm...what else?
oh! who do you think al's perfect girl would be?
fred and alex? we get some more fred/alex action next chapter :) get a little taste of those two characters.
hmm...how do you think dom's parents are going to react??
who wants to punch apollo? (ME, MEEEE!!!)
the next chapter is called: Computer-Fights, Bunny Slippers, and Dumbledore’s Sexy Portrait
anyone want a preview?
I feel rather like an overprotective parent right now, sitting in the common room with Ella and Dom as we wait for Alex. And to make things worse, Dom is actually practicing her ‘clipped tone, annoyed parent’ voice.
Yes, that’s right. She’s repeating the words ‘You’re late’ over and over again, until she decides they sound menacing enough.
My best friend is a freak.
“Dom, I love you, but please shut up.” Ella said in a strained voice, checking her watch again. It was now four freaking bloody a.m., and our dear friend Alex had yet to arrive. And since we’re Gryffindors and so incredibly loyal (fuck you, Godric), we conducted the brilliantly conceived plan of ‘staying up and waiting for her’. Which, you know, started to lose its brilliantness a very longtime ago.
And, of course, little miss ‘tonsil tennis’ conveniently decides not to arrive.
i dont know why, but her (fuck you, Godric) always makes me crack up. i'm wierd.
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favorite quotes, reactions, proclamations of how i should go to hades for being a horrible person, advice on how to stop crushing on the same person i've been crushing on since i was freaking five...oh, wait. that's got nothing to do with the story. whoops.
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...no, not more than the crush. sorry.