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Messes of Men by Roonyskatoony
Chapter 18 : The Green Eyed Monster
 
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"You and Ace are getting friendly," came an irritable growl as I sat in the dining hall, instinctively looking up when I saw a loud noise from the door. I turned to look at Sirius who I was sitting next to.


"Pardon?" I said perplexed.


"Don't act like you don't know,” He said moodily.


"Bloody hell I'm starving," James said patting his stomach as he sat down, Pete following him. I, however, was more preoccupied with Sirius. He had been a little...bristly of late. I raised an eyebrow.


"Actually I don't know," I replied coolly.


"Funny how you've completely stopped complaining about the tutoring,” He said. I looked at him in surprise.


"What and that's a source of irritation? Damn here was me thinking I was doing you a favour!" I said sarcastically. He scowled at me. I frowned back at him.


"Do you have a problem or something?" I said. His scowl deepened.


"No,” He snapped.


"Really? Because it doesn't sound like it to me," I said irritably.


"I just think it’s stupid how much you complain about Ace then spend the entire time your tutoring laughing with him," Sirius said, trying to sound nonchalant.


I rolled my eyes.


"Oh and since when have you ever been there?" I asked.


"I walked past the classroom yesterday,” He said.


"Ooo walked past?!" I said in feigning shock.

As you have most probably guessed I was in a rather sarcastic mood.


"SIRI!" came a shrill cry.


Oh and there comes at least three quarters of the problem. He still hadn't chucked her. She'd been going round prattling endlessly about some imaginary relationship. My expression soured somewhat as she purposely sat down between us.


"You know generally if you're too large for the space you tend not to try and sit in it," I told her. She turned her eyes narrowing.


"It's called personal bloody space," I grumbled having no choice but to budge up. She glared at me again before turning back to Sirius. He was currently stabbing at some pasta with his fork.


I rolled my eyes rather thankful of the distraction when one of the school owls dropped down before me. I took the letter and it flew off instantly. It was only a short note from Dumbledore saying that he'd be away until Christmas and that if I felt the need I should send a patronus. I scrunched it up dropping it into my bag as two other owls arrived in synchronization, one dropping yet another letter from the ministry and the other was an unfamiliar seal.


I opened the ministry one, scanning it quickly, rolling my eyes and carelessly dropping it into my bag before opening the next one, both delighted and surprised to see Bridgett's curvy writing. I smiled, continuing to eat as I read through it. It was mostly just what she
was doing at work and asking a multitude of questions. I also returned that to my bag, reminding myself to write back.


"You look awful," I told Hemera when she sat down next to me.


"Unlike some people I can't scare colds away,” She said thickly.


"You should try it. Might do you some good," I told her pleasantly.

I’d honestly never been sick in my life...other than the whole vision thing.


"Are you ok?" Lily said sympathetically looking at Hemera as she tied back her long red hair.


"See Iris. That's what being nice looks like,” Hemera said.

Franny laughed. I made a face.


"I mean this in the nicest possible way Lils but you're kind to the point I worry about your sanity," I said.

“Thanks...I think,” She laughed.

“You shouldn’t be thanking me. I’m serious,” I told her.

“It really isn’t normal Lil,” Katy nodded.

“Lily isn’t a meer mortal, she’s an angel,” James said through a mouthful of food. Lily blushed, returning to her food as if she hadn’t heard.

“A little over the top mate, it’s only breakfast,” Sirius whispered to him.

James nodded.

“Ok,” He whispered back. I rolled my eyes.

“Did...” I started when Hemera let out what sounded a lot like a squeak, quickly snatching up the copy of the daily prophet that was sitting by her arm, opening it up and all but hiding behind it. I frowned, following her gaze.

“Hemera what are you doing?” I said flatly.

“Shhh,” She hissed.

“Wh...?” I started.

“I accidently made a book fall on Daniel Kirl’s head,” She said guiltily.

I let out a bark of laughter.

“Oh god! I sooo wish I’d been there to see it!” I laughed.

“Iris it’s not funny,” Hemera whined lowering the paper a little.

“It is! Lighten up, someone needed to do it,” I told her, giggling.
“It does sound pretty impressive,” James nodded.

“Shut up,” Hemera complained.

After a moment or two Hemera sank her head onto her arms.

“I want to return to my home in the library,” She moaned.

I laughed.

“Darling once you’re out of there, there isn’t any going back. I’m a prime example...do you mind using a tissue? I don’t want your bloody germs,” I said wrinkling my nose when she sneezed.

“Sorry,” She said thickly.

“You should be, it’s disgusting,” I said dropping a tissue in front of her.

“You’re such a caring person Iris,” Katy said sarcastically.

I shrugged.

“I know, it’s ridiculous,” I said in an equally sarcastic tone.

“I really can’t wait for the day when you contract some kind of flu or cold or something at least,” She said.

I scoffed.

“I don’t get sick. I didn’t go through the whole disgusting teenage adolescent yucky ‘breaking out’ stage, I don’t get drunk, I don’t get high (believe me I tried), I don’t throw up ....well I most probably did when I was in that disgusting dribbling baby stage...” I said thoughtfully.

“Really? Here was I thinking you just randomly appeared as you are, in a cloud of hell fire and people’s suffering,” Katy said pleasantly.

“You could be right,” I said.

“I don’t get how you can’t like babies and children...it’s not normal, everyone thinks babies are cute,” Franny said. I grimaced.

“Babies throw up, babies shit themselves, babies fucking stink. How on God’s earth could anyone find that even vaguely stirring?” I said.


“Well...they’re babies, it’s excusable,” Hemera said.

I pretended to gag.

“The only thing worse than babies are toddlers; I mean it’s like they do all the aforementioned things but it only gets worse because they can then speak...and toddle around...and bite...and destroy things,” I said.

 “You speak. I think that’s pretty bad,” Katy said.

“And the whole mispronouncing things...that’s not cute. It’s annoying, ‘Iwis’...it just doesn’t work for me,” I said.

“Remind me to keep my children away from you,” James frowned.

“Oh don’t worry, I will do,” I said.

“I swear that goes against human nature,” Lily said.

“She’s not human remember, she’s the spawn of the devil,” Katy said pleasantly.


“Exactly,” I agreed.

“I bet you like them when you’re with them,” Remus said.

I let out a snort.

“That would be where my prejudices stem from now if you don’t mind, I have an essay to do...Hemera please...go to Madame Pomfrey or something,” I said before getting up and walking out of the whole. I had a whole free morning and only two classes in total. Yet another reason why I love Fridays.

“So what exactly is the ‘The Green’?” Hemera asked me later that morning as we sat in the library. For all the fantastic things that should have been possible with magic, a cure to the flu was unfortunately not one of them, hence the reason she was still snuffling and coughing...and spluttering...and sneezing...

“You don’t know what The Green is?” I said slowly.

“Well no, I said yes because everyone was looking at me,” She said pathetically.

I laughed.

“It’s just like a kind of random party on the other side of the forbidden forest. Just on the outskirts so no teachers can find us...unless someone tells them about it. It’s boring really; you mostly just sit around, smoke, drink...if you’re lucky there might be a few orgies...the like,” I said matter of factly. She looked at me.

“...you are kidding right?” She said.

“Strangely enough, no, I’m not,” I told her dipping my quill in the ink again.

“...it sounds...worrying...” She said slowly.

“I can’t believe you’ve never been! Everyone always goes to it,” I laughed.

“By everyone, you mean everyone like Ace Aimes and the girls in my dorm and you and The Marauders etc,” She said.

 “Yeah,” I said.

“...right,” She said with a slow nod.

“You don’t have to do anything,” I laughed.

She glanced at me.

“I’m serious,” I said.

“Yeah but you can do it and get away with it, you don’t get pissed or wasted or anything,” She said.

“True,” I said fairly.

“Hemera it’ll be fun. So what if you have to turn down a few drinks? If you’re smart you just make it look like it’s ‘below you’ I do it all the time...especially with some of the stuff they have, the qualities just awful,” I said.

She looked at me.

“I’ve never had a drink before,” She admitted sheepishly.

I smiled.

“It doesn’t matter; you don’t have to drink anything if you don’t want to. All you have to say is no,” I said.

“But then I’ll look like an idiot,” She moaned.

“So? Would you rather be a sober idiot or a drunken idiot who wakes up the next morning having done something she possibly regrets?” I said.

“Sober,” She said fairly.

“Exactly, just keep that in mind. Sure one drink will be fine, if you think you’ve had too many, you stop,” I said simply. She nodded slowly.

“So what kind of stuff do you wear to it?” She asked.

“Well as of yet I haven’t yet decided. It’s kind of like a more exclusive version of the Halloween party...only belated...and you really do not dress up in fancy dress...seeing as I doubt there’ll be much light, I’d say something that makes your silhouette look good...ugh this means I’m going to have to call one of those bloody girly meetings,” I said pulling out my wand and conjuring my patronus.

“Student Commons after dinner,” I said before letting my Patronus simply flutter away.

“Aren’t you tutoring tonight?” She asked.

“Yeah but he’s always late,” I informed her matter of factly. 

“I can’t come to the thing after dinner, I have detention,” She said grimly.

I looked at her before I let out a bark of laughter.

“Why?” I asked.

“It’s nothing big, I just forgot to hand in my homework a few times,” She said rolling her eyes.

“Ooo you bad child!” I laughed.

“Shut up,” She laughed nudging me.

“Oh...hey,” came a voice behind us.

We looked round to see Andy Kirl of all people. I turned back to Hemera with a grin. She blushed sending me a quick ‘don’t you dare’ look before smiling timidly back at him.

“Hi?” She said.

 He smiled back, dawdling awkwardly before walking off, his book in hand.

“Shut up,” She said before I could so much as open my mouth.

“You luuuurve him,” I teased.


“No I don’t,” She said.

“Yes you do, you luuuurve him and he luuuurves you and you luuuurve each other,” I sang.

“Yeah and you luuuurve Sirius Black,” She retorted.

 “I don’t have conversations with Sirius like ‘hi?’...long awkward pause...blush...escape,” I said.

“Shut up! I did not blush!” She cried.

“You did! Like a fucking beetroot, look get your arse off that chair, go find him and ask him if he has any idea where The Green’s going to be tonight,” I said.

“It’s tomorrow,” She reminded me.

I rolled my eyes.

“No it’s not. It’s tonight. It’s always earlier than they say, just in case,” I told her.

“...right...ok, I thought you knew where it was,” She said.

I let out an exasperated cry.

“Hemera, darling, deary; if you go and ask him you will starting a conversation, you know those things you always fail to achieve? You have a subject and an excuse. Voila, problem sorted,” I said pushing her up.

“But...” She started.

“Go on!” I snapped.

She sighed miserably before moving off through the high, towering shelves of volumes and out of view. You couldn’t help but love the child; she treated everything as if it were some frightening new experience.

“Iris,” came a voice beside me. I jumped and turned, my face turning into a confused expression as my gaze fell on Eleanor Spencer of all people, Alec’s ex girlfriend.

“Yes?” I said slowly.

She took a deep breath, her eyes shining with steely determination.
“You know its one thing to steal my boyfriend; it’s another to treat him like you do. He...he...he really likes you and he deserves better than to be treated as if he doesn’t mean anything. He’s got a good bloke and...well...I think it would do you good to appreciate that,” She said, her eyes dropping to her hands as if the effort of coming out with ‘he really likes you’ was enough to cause her pain. I looked at her, my eyes searching her face for a moment.

“What about if you guys got back together? It would save us both the agony,” I said eventually. Her gaze flicked up to mine. She even managed to look somewhat angry.

“Alec isn’t a burden Iris, he’s miles better than you deserve,” She spat.

I simply brushed this off, not particularly perturbed by the insult.

“Well you want him back right? I want to get rid of him, we’d be killing two birds with one stone,” I shrugged.

“I want what makes him happy, weirdly enough you make him ridiculously euphoric and yet depressive at the same time. I’ve tried talking to him but it’s not working. He loves you Iris, ok? He bloody loves you and I, funnily enough, happen to love him and if I can’t have him then I’d like to think that he was at least happy and at the moment, thanks to you, he’s not,” She said bitingly.

What was it with these people? Who wants their ex who bloody cheated on them to be ‘happy’? I’d want them to rot in fucking hell.

“Oh so what do you want me to do about it? Ooo let’s see, I could marry him! Heck that’s a fantastic idea...maybe he might even get bored and run off after the next girl who flutters her eyelashes at him a bit, let’s hope this time she has a heart,” I said with feigning thoughtfulness.

She looked at me for a moment, her jaw clenching somewhat.

“Alec doesn’t cheat,” She said.

“Previous events would prove otherwise,” I pointed out.

“You know Iris, I really don’t understand how anyone could ever think you were even halfway decent and yet Sirius and James and Remus and Lily and Franny, they all say that you’re ‘not really that bad’. All I’m asking is for you to just...to just treat Alec like...like something human, with bloody feelings for god’s sake,” She snapped.

I sighed, setting down my pen.

“Ok look at it like this. What is the point in pretending I actually like him back when all it’s going to be is get his hopes up and then send them spiralling back down? If I’m nice, then get bored (which will undoubtedly happen) and go back to treating him as I had before he’s most probably going to manage to delude himself back into thinking that I do give a shit about him, therefore dragging this out even further and making us all ever more miserable,” I told her.

“He’s miserable now,” She said flatly.

“He’ll get over it, now if you don’t mind. Go away. I’m busy,” I said shooing her away before returning to my work, ignoring her until I heard her get up and leave. I watched her leave, rolling my eyes slightly. They were just made for each other, both irritatingly and ridiculously overdramatic.

I pulled out another sheet of parchment, dipping my quill in the ink again before starting to write my letter to Bridgett, more as a form of procrastination than anything. I sat for a moment, drumming my fingers on the desk, wondering how much I should tell her. There were certain things I couldn’t tell her in a letter, there were also a few things I would never tell her. Sirius being one of them. I was losing my touch, I knew that but I didn’t want confirmation of that from Bridgett. Sure he was a Black but he was also disinherited...other than the money his uncle gave him and it wasn’t exactly polite to ask him how much that entailed. Bridgett had always been of the ‘aim sky high’ mentality, compromise just wasn’t part of it. Frederick as well as being an actor was also the heir to some fairly sizeable estate. A good catch whichever way you looked at it...even if he was a tosser.

“SHIT!” came a sudden familiar cry.

I turned to see Hemera standing with her hands over her mouth as a whole load of books came cascading off the shelves managing to catch some bloke on the back of the head. Oh god, this girl just provided hours upon hours of entertainment. I turned with most of the other people in the library to look at her, chuckling at how red she’d gone.

“I am so sorry!” She cried kneeling beside however the person was who was now sat on the floor looking rather dazed. Upon closer inspection I was more than a little surprised to see Elliot Sanders. I didn’t think he even knew where the library was.

Of course it didn’t take the librarian long to appear, her eyes narrowing immediately.

What was it with Hemera assaulting people with books?

“What are you doing in here?” The librarian said fiercely as she looked at Elliot.

He rubbed his head, scowling as he got to his feet.

“It’s a free fucking country,” He snapped.

Err...have you seen the tax rises recently?

“GET OUT!” The librarian shrieked. He glared at her straightening up before turning. I almost burst out laughing when he began tottering a little. I’m guessing he had concussion. The pained look on Hemera’s face turned into a grimace.

“Do you err...need to go to the hospital wing?” She asked tentatively.

He looked at her.

“You’re supposed to get it checked out if you have concussion because otherwise you could aggravate it and it could become...” She started. Oh god, I really should stop her...but it was just so entertaining...she left me locked in a broom closet, an awkward conversation with Elliot Sanders after she’d just given him concussion seemed a worthy pay back.

The librarian stalked off, muttering under her breath and seeing as no one wanted to be seen staring at Elliot for fear of being hexed they soon turned away. Hemera however seemed unable to simply stop talking.

“There was this...” She continued.

“Shut up,” He cried in aggravation.

She did so immediately, her face reddening, if possible, further.

“Sorry...about the books...” She said awkwardly motioning at the aforementioned objects that had now been returned to their rightful place on the shelves.

He simply looked at her sourly.

“You know you really should get checked out...it looked painful,” She said obviously not quite sure what to do under his increasingly hostile gaze. If he hexed her, I decided, I may intervene other than that I was perfectly content just watching.

“I’m fine,” He said irritably.

“Ah right then,” She said. Neither moved.

“Well...hopefully I won’t see you again...” She said with a nervous laugh.

Oh god! I loved this child!

“Not that there’s anything wrong with you...well there is because you just had a whole load of rather heavy volumes fall on your head...let’s hope they’re not damaged!” She said with a really awful attempt at a joke.

He just looked a little confused.

“Yeah well seeming as I’ve now managed to thoroughly embarrass myself I think I’ll...go,” She said pointing in my general direction.
“You’re coming to The Green right?” He said.

She paused.

“Oh...I dunno,” She said.

“Remind me to stay clear,” He said before walking off.

Ouch.

Hemera just stood there for a moment before letting out a whimper and returning to the chair beside me, leaning her head on the table.
“That was horrible,” She whimpered.

“Oh god Hemera, that was just so...oh god...you were just...and you just would not stop talking!” I howled.

“I noticed,” She said miserably.

“So what did Andy say?” I asked.

 She shrugged her small shoulders, her head still in her arms.

“What do you mean you don’t know?” I said.

She lifted her head up slightly so that her eyes were showing.

“I didn’t ask,” She said in a small voice.

I let out an aggravated sigh.

“Why not?” I asked.

 “I chickened out,” She said in an equally small voice.

“Oh for crying out loud,” I said rolling my eyes.

“Well it’s easy for you, you don’t get verbal diarrhoea or...or squeak...or just stand there, like trying to say something,” She whined.

I rolled my eyes.

“What’s the worst that can happen?” I asked.

“He gives me that look like ‘who the hell you are?’” She said.

I looked at her.

“You don’t know how irritating you are,” I said.

It was in that moment that The Marauders came and sat down.

 I raised an eyebrow.

“What are you doing in the library?” I asked.

 Why was everyone in the library today?!

“James wants to tell anyone who’ll listen,” Remus said tiredly.


“What?” I said.

“LILY SAID SHE’LL BE MY DATE!” He cried.


My mouth fell open.

“What?!” I cried.

“I know! See Rem, that’s the reaction I was going for,” James said smugly.

“To what?” I asked.

“The victory party,” James grinned.

“...but you haven’t won yet,” I said slowly.

“Of course we will, plus we have The Charm,” He grinned.

I raised an eyebrow before looking at Sirius.

“Didn’t you tell him Mary was watching for you?” I said.

“What?” James said.

I laughed.

“James are you blind or something? She’s been hanging off Sirius’ arm for the past week,” I pointed out.

“But...I thought...SIRIUS!” James moaned.

“What?” Sirius said gruffly.


“You gave me a Mararuder’s promise that you weren’t dating her,” James whined.

Wow I really think he was taking it harder than I was...maybe I was taking a little more personally.

“I told you he crossed his toes,” Peter said shaking his head sadly.

“In keeping with codes...urm...30? 31? 32! And most probably a few others...are you even listening to me Black?!” James cried.

Ooo we were on to second names...

“What?” Sirius scowled.

“Don’t you take that tone with me! The entire day you’ve been moody as crap and quite frankly we’re sick of it!” James said testily sounding a lot like some kind of reprimanding mother.

“That we are!” Peter cried.

“He’s been shredding my socks too,” Remus said shaking his head irritably.

Right...

That caused James to frown.

“Shredding soc...Sirius all you have to do is chuck her, she’s an evil cow, we all know it...” James started gently.

“She’s not an evil cow!” He snapped.

I snorted.

“You forgot to mention a slag,” I added.

“Ah that too,” James nodded.

“You’re just jealous!” Sirius cried accusingly...at me...how bloody dare he! I was not jealous!...Ok so maybe just a little.

“No I’m not,” I said indignantly.

“Yes you are,” He argued.

“No I bloody well am not! Why would I be jealous?” I cried.

“Well...she...err...she has prettier hair!” He said.

I looked at him.

“You so did not just say that,” I said.

“I did!” He said looking rather smug.

I glared at him.

“Well I’m sure it’ll go with that mangy crap you like to call a jumper,” I snapped, pushing my books into my bag angrily, pushing back my chair and striding out the library. How dare he even compare my hair to that horrible overly processed crap!

That actually put in an extremely bad mood for the remainder of the day. Of all the insults!

Yes I do appreciate that I’m rather shallow.

I was still in my foul mood as I pushed open the door to my Defence against the Dark Arts class; 20 minutes late due to the fact that I’d got rather carried away ranting to Hemera. She really did work against herself. Unlike Professor Dumbledore who would sit there and pretend to listen she tried to ‘be reasonable’. I did not want to reason for fucks sake.

“Tear!” snapped a voice from the front of the class. I paused halfway between the door and my seat. That voice sounded...familiar, and yet one that should most definitely not have been in my Defence against the Dark Arts class. I turned slowly, my worst fears confirmed as they fell on that familiar knarled form. Alastor Moody...Alastor Moody was in my DADA class...at the front...

“What are you doing here?!” I blurted out before I could stop myself.

“Dumbledore has asked me to fill in for Professor Moore every Friday,” He said.

I looked at him, the horror apparent on my face. He was...every Friday...oh dear god.

“Don’t you have anything more interesting to be doing?” I demanded.

He scowled at me.

“Why are you late?” He said.

“Er...because I am, why on gods earth would anyone let you free on a class?” I cried.

“20 points from Gryffindor, sit down,” He snapped.

My jaw dropped. Did he just...oh like this day couldn’t get any worse.

I had no choice but to do as he said. I didn’t particularly enjoy crossing Moody.
This was like my equivalent of a parent deciding to take up teaching class.

“PETTIGREW IF YOU REALLY WANT TO SHOW PEOPLE YOUR ANIMATIONS THEN PLEASE, DO!” Moody roared after a moment or two. Peter jumped, turning crimson as he scrunched up the piece of paper. Sirius and James snickered beside him.


“Right let’s get this straight shall we? You will behave in my class; if you are late you will announce yourself and give a full explanation. If you talk in my class there will be...punishments. Talk back and don’t expect to see the sun shine anytime soon...and I’m not just talking in terms of detentions,” He growled. Please...someone stop this torment!

It was then of course that there was a loud noise as the door flew open, followed by a fair bit of chuckling. Way to make an entrance. What made this even better was the fact that Ace and his gang of idiots ended up suspended in mid air by the ankles.

“What the...WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!” Ace yelled.

“Name?!” Moody said his eyes narrowing.

“Fuck you!” Ace snapped.

Moody flicked his wand, causing Ace to go zooming towards the window. Oh god, Moody was going to be done for murder.

“As you just missed what I had to say. Let’s start again shall we? Number one: no back talk,” Moody said leaving Ace suspended in the air above the window before flicking his wand again so that idiot from earlier who managed to make smoking look ridiculously stupid, bounced up to the ceiling.

Most people were just watching open mouthed by now, too afraid to laugh, too shocked to do anything other than watch.

“Second: I don’t accept lateness,” Moody said flicking his wand so that the next one went zooming round the room.


“Third: Homework will be handed in...on time,” Moody said causing another to shoot up into the air.

“Fourth: We can do this the nice way...or the hard way,” He said pleasantly levitating 4 in one go.

“And finally: Defence against the Dark Arts club will be on a Sunday Evening. Either Professor Moore or myself will be taking it. Thank you for listening,” He said moving them all back to a few inches above the floor before letting them drop.

“Any queries, questions or comments concerning the rules aren’t necessary, but if you really feel the need then feel free to talk about it after class,” He said.

It was pretty quickly established that Moody wasn’t one to mess with. Funnily enough however, he rose to instant popularity (I swear the pun was unintentional), even Ace and his idiots started coming to DADA every Friday, without fail, on time.

“Seeing as you’ve pretty much failed to give me a proper date; wanna try again?” I heard a familiar voice say as I began to pack away at the end of class.

 “Maybe another time,” I said picking up one of my books that had fallen on the floor.

“Why not?” He pouted irritatingly.

“Its restrictive darling, for you to,” I chuckled, moving my bag onto the chair and finally looking at him.

 He picked up one of the books that I’d managed to overlook dropping it in my bag before moving closer.

“Come on Iris,” He said softly.

I let out another airy laugh moving against his chest.

“I don’t think so...” I started when someone else interjected.

“Leave her alone,” A voice snapped. I turned, my gaze flattening when I saw Alec.

“Alec...” I started.

“No you leave her alone, you’re fucked up mate,” Daniel said turning ever so slightly. As flattering as it was...this wasn’t what I wanted.

“Oh for fucks sake Alec,” I snapped moving forward taking his hand and dragging him out of the classroom.

“Right listen and listen bloody carefully. I can look after myself, I’d say it’s nice that you care but in this case I’d really, really prefer it if you didn’t. I don’t know how many times I’ve bloody said it but please go back to Eleanor. The whole creepy fixation thing isn’t working for anyone, least of all you,” I said.

You know the sad thing was that Alec used to actually be quite cool and...less stalkerish. I’m really not even quite sure what happened to him. I mean really we should have been perfect together, we both adored me but in honesty that was never what I wanted. Of course I wanted to be loved and thought beautiful etc but I wanted someone with their own aspirations, their own life...I was teenage girl for Christ’s sake! I wanted bloody excitement! Alec was boring and predictable and too obsessed with me. It simply wasn’t attractive.

“But I want you...I...I can be whatever you want me to be. If you just...if you want me to...to be the star seeker on the Quidditch team I’d do it, just for you,” He said.

Well he’d have some pretty steep competition; James would never give up his beloved quidditch position, not for anything.

“Alec I don’t even like quidditch and I’m not interested, full stop,” I said.

“Just give me a chance,” He said.

“FOR FUCKS SAKE NO!” I yelled finally coming to the end of my tether.

I left after that, without bothering to wait for a reply. Jesus I swear one of these days I’d do him a bloody injury.

I spent until dinner in the library (managing to only just catch it) before going to the student commons to meet the girls. There were about 20 of them; pretty much every slag congregated within these meer four walls. Well, better get this over and done with, I said to myself before moving further into the room.

In the end I arrived at room 25 with only 5 minutes to go. Tupps had come to find me in Student commons, incredibly irritable due to the fact that I hadn’t been back and fed her. Much to every in the dorms’ relief, Tupps and Dog got on like house on fire. At first I’d been loath to leave them alone but seeing as I couldn’t keep leaving her in The Marauders room I’d had no other choice.

“What time do you call this?” snapped a voice causing me to jump out of my skin. Oh shit. McGonagall. Shit!

Ace looked up and round, giving me a lop sided grin.
“You’re fucked,” He mouthed. Crap.

“I’m so sorry Professor I was...I got carried away doing homework,” I said.

Yeah right, I was just sorting out clothing for every girl with a crap enough reputation to be dubbed popular...other than Pearl who although thick wasn’t a slut and wasn’t considered one either...she was quite simply everyone’s sweetheart. I think boys got bored trying to get into her knickers after a while because she tended to ask stupid questions and yatter endlessly. No one had quite come round to telling her what exactly it was they wanted to do to her, infact I’m pretty sure she was oblivious to the whole area. Her parents seemed to have conveniently skipped that whole field, leaving her to think that babies were still delivered by hippogriffs.

She eyed me disbelievingly. It was then of course that I heard a scrabbling on the door.

“Oh for Christ’s sake,” I said in aggravation, pulling open the door. She was half the reason I was so late, a hungry Tupps was never a good thing so I’d gone back to feed her.

She however obviously thought it wasn’t enough because she was currently miaowing extremely loudly.
Professor McGonagall however failed to look particularly impressed.

“If you have problems controlling your pets there is somewhere you can leave them during the day,” She said curtly as Tupps jumped into my arms.

“Thanks,” I said trying to stop her tugging on my hair as she batted it with her paw. Bloody nightmare.

“Seeing as you seem unable to keep an appointment you will be doing this lesson tomorrow morning, 8 sharp,” She said before turning and sweeping out of the classroom.

Oh how bloody convenient.

“Hmmm maybe you should do that more often, gets me out of cleaning the hospital wing bed pans,” Ace grinned.

“Ugh,” I said making a face.

“Without magic. Just a toothbrush...and gloves,” He said.

“If it were me I wouldn’t even have given you a toothbrush,” I said sweetly.

“Nice,” He said.

“I know, anyway I guess I’ll see you later,” I said.

“Try to ditch the cat will you?” He smirked, nodding at Tupps.

“I dunno, she can be kind of insistent,” I said innocently before turning and walking out. Like hell Tupps would be wandering down to The Green, with the amount of drugs going round lord only knew what would happen to her. 

                                                           *

It was around 11 as the girls and I made our way down and out of the castle. Lord only knew how the majority of them managed it in their heels; in fact I wasn’t exactly sure why you’d want to bother. I was clad in a tight black bodycom dress...well we’ll use the term ‘dress’ loosely as it just about covered my arse, with a pair of flat plimsoll esc shoes, more because I could always wash them later and disliked the idea of any of my heels being covered in Scottish mud. Seeing as it was dark I hadn’t bothered too much but was rather satisfied with the outcome. I’d even remembered to borrow a cardigan.

“Pearl...why are you wearing bunny ears?” June asked in confusion.

“They go with the tail,” She told us cheerfully.

“The...Pearl this isn’t a Halloween party,” June said gently.

 “I know. I was the tortoise at that one,” She said.

Oh god yeah. Apparently Pearl really had dressed up as a tortoise, she must have looked rather odd against the considerably more...let’s say...revealing costumes the others were bound to have worn. I found the idea simply hilarious.

We chattered absently as we skirted round the forbidden forest, careful not to be too loud in case anyone, more specifically the Professors, heard us and came out to investigate. I loud rowdy cheer went round when we entered the large clearing in a small outcrop of the woods. We dispersed pretty quickly, most moving off in small groups, going off into their groups. There weren’t many girls before we arrived, that was always how it went, we marked the start of the evening.

The music was already pounding, kept to only the clearing rendering us undetectable to any onlookers. The alcohol was also, predictably, flowing with a large floating table bearing all types of drinks. 

"Nice," I chuckled when I finally found Hemera.


"It clings...everywhere,” She cried, fiddling with the tight dress. I whacked her hands away with an aggravated eye roll.


"Stop it; you look fine, really," I said.


"Really?” She said.


I laughed.


"You know I would have told you if you looked horrible," I said.


"True,” She said fairly.


"So I was thinking, seein' as this is the only time I could possibly get you pissed enough, wanna go for a shag behind some trees," came a low purr as an arm moved around my waist. Only one person could come up with something so delightfully charming.


"Awww really? You're so thoughtful," I said sarcastically touching a hand to my chest as I turned to see Ace.


"I know, what can I say?” He chuckled.


"That you, Ace Aimes are an arrogant prick completely unable to contain yourself when alcohol is around and are an all round tosser," I said.

"I don't like that much,” He smirked.

"Oh dear," I simpered.

He chuckled, taking a swig from his bottle before taking a drag on his cigarette. I could bet at least 10 galleons that didn't contain just tobacco.

“Wow it would appear she’s finally shut up,” came a low drawl as Elliot appeared beside Ace.

Hemera let out a small whimper, the flickering light thankfully hiding her brush.Ace smirked, his eyes flicking down her.


"Well don't we look different?” He drawled. I could almost feel her cringing with embarrassment, yet again a tiny part of me felt that I should assist her...the other was simply interested in seeing how this played out.


"Yeah,” She mumbled.


He chuckled slightly before stretching and taking another swig.


"Well I'm going to go find a shag for the evening, one that doesn't sleep in a chastity belt,” He said smirking at me. I looked at him in disgust, rolling my eyes.


"What a lucky girl she must be, I must be missing something," I said sarcastically taking the whatever it was and the bottle.


"I doubt you'll be needing these," I said pleasantly.


"Oh you have no idea, I can give you a ride if you like,” He smirked.


"As enticing as that sounds I'd just have to say...well...when pigs fucking fly," I said.


"There's actually a breed of pig in Outer Mongolia that can fly,” Hemera said. I looked at her.


"Slipped out,” She mumbled. Elliot snorted.


“Thanks Hemera,” I said sarcastically inhaling the smoke from the cigarette. It brought back memories actually, plenty of them. I went through phases really; I'd been through my 'experimental' stage without really managing to really get anything out of it. It was boring, not to mention after a while the realization that just because it didn't give me the normal kicks didn't necessarily mean that I was exempt from the harm it brought to the rest of my body.

“Sorry...I’m going to go get a drink,” She said before escaping. I watched her go with a slight laugh. Elliot disappeared moments later when June pulled him away by the hand with a pout.


"Hmmm so seeing as pigs do fly...” He started.


"Oh go find Mary," I snapped.


"Mary's busy with Mr Black,” He said.


I looked round.


"What?" I said.


"Sirius,” He said as if I'd be unable to make that assumption by myself.


"Slag," I muttered.


"You know Iris love something tells me you don't like her much,” He said.


"Oh really?" I said innocently, sitting down against the roots tree that seemed to have been carved out at the bottom, almost like a seat.


“Yeah,” He grinned.


"Ace why are we still talking to each other?" I asked. He smirked.


"Well not even I can get you to fall head over heels with me from a while away, plus I'm helping you combat your jealousy issues,” He said.


"What?" I said.


"Jealousy issues,” He spelled out slowly.


"Oh jealous of what exactly?" I snorted.


"Err well let's see he happens to be this Gryffindor prick, fucking annoying...in fact I have promised on several occasions to hex the crap out of him which I will do at some point...” He said.


"Why would I be jealous of Sirius?" I said.


"No you’re jealous of Mary screwing Sirius,” He said.


"They are not screwing," I scoffed.


"Do you really want to have a look because I can show you if you really want,” He said. I looked at him before scoffing again and downing the fiery liquid in the bottle pressed into my hand.


"You know babe, that's mine, if you really need to keep your hands...or even lips for that matter busy, you know where to put them,” He smirked stealing back the bottle.


"You have a sick mind," I said rolling my eyes.


"Go harass someone else you twat," I snapped. He gave me a lop sided grin.


"You're jealous love, face it. I assure you Mary isn't gunna be wasting her time being a tight little bint,” He said. I glared at him.


"Your portrayal's so flattering," I said sarcastically.


"I should be paid for it, I know,” He said before getting up.


"Wanna drink?” He asked after downing the last of the contents in the bottle.


I gave a snort.


"Not from you, no," I said.


"Ouch,” He drawled.


Funnily enough I was greatly perturbed by the idea that Sirius may be shagging Mary. I doubted it, I liked to think he'd be smart enough not to, I didn't think of Sirius with his head in his trousers...


"Well have fun being a miserable bitch,” He said.


"Thanks," I said sarcastically.


He chuckled before turning and walking off.

Sirius wouldn't do that...would he? I mean she was a pain in the arse for Christ’s sake.


"Hey," came a familiar voice beside me. I looked round to see Remus. I smiled back.


"Hey," I said.


"Where's James?" I asked.


"Having a drinking contest, Pete’s...well I don't know where he is and Sirius' been dragged off...someplace," Remus said.


"Dragged off someplace by Mary?" I asked.

He shifted uncomfortably which I took as a yes.


"Christ I mean with her for fuck’s sake, of all the bloody people," I snapped, summoning a bottle with my wand and cracking it open.


"Mmm,” He said.


"Why on God’s earth would he do that? It's stupid, she's a muggle hater, he likes muggles! She shares the same ideologies as his parents and yet suddenly it doesn't seem to bloody matter," I said angrily.
Remus sighed.


"I hate to state the obvious but...Sirius is...well he's a bit...jealous sometimes," Remus said. I scoffed.


"Oh of what exactly? I mean Christ of all the people," I said.


"Out of every girl in school, who do you hate most?" Remus questioned.


"Mar..." I started without question before stopping.


"Don't act like you don't know, it's the same as you picking up Jason Rickett,” He teased nudging me.


"What? That was a bet. That had nothing to do with him!" I cried indignantly. He laughed.


"Pull the other one,” He said.


"I...why would I do that?" I demanded.


"Err...’cause you like him?” He said.


I glared at him and he chuckled raising his hands in mock surrender.


"This could be easily resolved you know,” He pointed out when I turned away.


"You could try talking to him,” He suggested.


"I'm not going to him, when he apologizes I may start talking to him again, until then he can remain with that slag," I said venomously.


He rolled his eyes.


"Come on,” He said.


"No," I said stubbornly.


"What's the worst that can happen?” He said.


"I end up using the cruciatus..." I started before I stopped my body freezing, my gaze trained straight before me as that familiar white light appeared, spreading across my vision. It was only short, again rather uneventful but I was rather pleased that I’d managed to remain upright.


"Are you ok?" Remus asked gently beside me. I turned.


"Oh yeah," I said lightly.


"Did you see something?” He asked.


"Err...yeah actually. Nothing important though," I said pushing my hand through my hair, blinking a couple more times.


He nodded.


"You go enjoy yourself," I laughed pushing him away.


He made a face. I rolled my eyes.


"Have some fun! I mean honestly what is it with you and dating?!" I demanded.


"Nothing,” He shrugged self consciously.


"I know loads of girls that'd love to go out with you," I said.


"It's complicated,” He said.


"No it's not. It doesn't have to affect your entire life Remus," I said softly.


He looked up abruptly.


"How do you...oh...you saw it?” He said. I nodded.


"Oh,” He said quietly. 


"Don't worry I've never told anyone, never will. Promise," I said.


"How long have you known then?” He asked.


"A week into first year," I told him.


“Oh,” He said again.


"Remus you would not believe the number of them I've seen, it's not an excuse to just lay down and take it. You can still have a life and kids. It's not genetic," I said.


"That's what Lily said,” He mumbled, looking down at the bottle in his hands.


"And she's right. You've got amazing friends...even if occasionally one of them is a complete and utter bastard," I said with a small smile.

He chuckled ever so slightly.

"So you've seen the night time escapades?” He asked. I laughed and nodded.


"So what else do you know about?” He asked.


"Well most of the secret passages, all your forms and a few other things I couldn't tell you about," I teased.


“Iris you should never say that to a Marauder,” He said quite seriously had it not been for the small smile he added on the end. I smiled back.


"I know a fair few of the deatheaters, I've seen them do some things, Voldemort too," I said, my finger circling the rim of the glass.


"You must see...everything,” He said quietly.


"My very first memory is of seeing someone murdered and..." I paused slightly before continuing.


"It's not so much the death, that you can deal with, it's...it's what happens to them, before. The muggle world, the magical world either way, no matter which mode the torture just..." I gave a shiver.
"When they scream you feel it, right in your gut and it reverberates round your head, some of my visions are so clear I can almost feel it. But the worst is when you know it's going to happen and you can't stop it. There's this...this man he...he was captured before Voldemort got really huge, he was with Dumbledore when he made the order and they captured him, years ago and he's still there now. Nearly 10 fucking years later and...they do the most horrible things to him, he doesn't say anything though and he sings that song you know 'Merlin had a beard and it was long...' but it's...in the beginning he could get through it and it would drive them mental but now it's just...I don't know why it should hurt so much but he can't and he sits there, in the pitch black, in the filth and the cold and there's nothing I can do. Nothing because I've tried so hard to look for some way, some way to find him but it never happens," I said quietly, watching the fire dance before my eyes.


"That's why you can't sleep?” He said gently.


"Every time I close my eyes I hear those footsteps, of that night when...well you know and then my visions take over and they're horrible. I can't wake up from them until it's over so I'm just stuck there, made to watch," I said before looking round at him.


"I'm sorry, this is..." I started.


"No, don't apologize,” He said gently.


Rather stupidly it was only then that I remembered Hemera. If she could see the past she'd be able to piece it together, she could be more selective than I could. Hope jumped up into my throat but a gentle voice in my head told me to leave her, for tonight at least. She was dancing with Andy Kirl at the moment which I knew would make her happy. I didn't want to ruin it.


"So Hemera?” He asked. I looked back round.


"Mmm?" I hummed.


"Is she...like you?” He asked.


I decided to play on the safe side, deciding that if she wanted she could tell them, if not, well, it was up to her.


"What gave you that idea?" I asked with a light laugh.


"Well you just went from not talking to being like best friends,” He said somewhat defensively. I shrugged.


"I know," I laughed.


He smiled.


"I..." I started when I was cut off.


"So are you going to dance with me then?" Daniel asked seemingly materializing out of nowhere before me.


"No," I said flatly.


I don't think he heard me though because Jason seemed to have also made a sudden reappearance. My gaze flattened and I drained the last of my drink before getting up.


"I'll see you around," I threw over my shoulder at Remus before
walking off. I didn't actually get very far...at all because Jason simply pulled me back, grinning.


"I have told you you're dumped haven't I?" I said grimacing slightly as his breath fanned in my face. He was obviously already completely pissed.


He grinned, choosing to ignore me.


"Trained, 8 hours last night. We'll fucking thrash 'em next week,” He
grinned.


"Wow," I said sarcastically taking a step back to reinstate the 'personal bubble' which he was currently invading.


"So for the match you'll be sitting with my mate’s girl...Sharon or something...” He started.


"No I will not. I'm not watching for you," I said flatly.


"You can wear this, I like it,” He continued motioning at my outfit. Was this guy for real?


"Oh I 'can’ wear it? How generous of you," I said sarcastically.


"And...” He said.


"I'm not watching for you. I am not your girlfriend. I do not like you and for God’s sake stop trying to touch my arse," I snapped once again removing his hands before turning and stalking off. In the end I simply found myself sat with a few of the girls and a few random blokes.


"So who you watching for this match?" Tom asked, Ali sitting on his lap as he helped himself to a cigarette. I shrugged.


"No one," I said.


"What no one’s asked you?" came a sneer behind me. I turned slightly before turning back when I saw Mary...and Sirius.


I rolled my eyes, choosing to ignore the both of them, simply loathing the way he kept his arm around her waist. Whether he was doing it on purpose or just to be irritating or not I just don’t know.

“Where did you disappear off to?” Ali asked.

It was quite obviously the question Mary had been waiting for.

“Oh...nowhere,” She said, her tone purposely light leaving the suggestion hanging in the air.

Needless to say most people caught it, looking between them...other than me, who simply sat there, trying hard not to get up and punch Sirius. Thankfully I managed to resist, helping myself to another drink instead.

The evening wore on and my mood diminished with it, this was mainly due to the fact that Sirius and Mary were sat across from me snogging. It was not pleasant to watch...at all. Not to mention everyone was completely smashed while I just sat there miserable and horribly sober. I was not happy not helped by the fact that drunken lecherous boys are worse than their sober equivalents.

In the end I simply got up, deciding to go find Hemera and then possibly leave, with or without her was up to her I guess. The fire was still flickering in the centre, protected against the winds...and people falling into it by a kind of charm. I was currently wrapped in James’ jumper as I’d been complaining about the cold. I think he was passed out by now actually.

I was barely halfway across the space when I noticed a familiar figure sat against a tree.

I raised an eyebrow before moving over to Ace.

“Are you really that pissed?” I said somewhat amusedly as I sat down beside him. He looked round looking rather hazy.

“No,” He lied.

I raised an eyebrow before sighing and getting up, offering a hand.

He simply looked at it.

“What’s that for?” He asked.

“To help you up,” I said rolling my eyes.

He looked up at me.

“Why?” He said almost suspiciously.

I laughed.

“Because I doubt you’re going to get up to the castle by yourself,” I said.

He paused before giving a grin, staggering to his feet.

“You aren’t acceptin’ my offer by any chanze are you?” He slurred.

“No,” I said flatly.

He gave a grunt in reply.

“I’m heading back anyway,” I said.

He shrugged tottering forward precariously. I rolled my eyes and ducked under his arm so that I was supporting him.

“Light weight,” I muttered.

“Oi, I am not a light weight,” He said indignantly. 

I had no doubt that he’d had a hell of a lot to drink but where was the fun in dropping the subject?

“Sure you aren’t,” I said condescendingly.

“At least I’m not an uptight bitch,” He grumbled.

“Thank you Ace,” I said sarcastically.

“You know you’re problemz zat you act like you’re above everything but you juz don’t like it ‘cause you’re not getting any,” He said.

“I’m not getting any? Hell sure, there’s the problem,” I cried.

“You wan’ it,” He nodded wisely.

“Whatever you say,” I said.

“Dunno why you have to play so fucking hard to get anyway,” He muttered.

“Because otherwise idiots like you would think you were actually getting somewhere,” I said flatly. He chuckled tottering again slightly.

“I’m gunna have a killer hang over in the morning,” He yawned.

“I look forward to exacerbating it then,” I said sweetly.

He chuckled.

“Pleasant one you are,” He said.

“It’s been said before...do you mind?” I snapped as he staggered a little, causing me to totter a bit too.

“Shut up,” He grumbled.

I couldn’t help but laugh slightly rather relieved when we were well on our way to the castle, I was however momentarily stopped when I saw a rather odd sight. Hemera...and Elliot Sanders...snogging...oh dear god. Poor girl must be have been completely pissed.

“Wha’....haha remember Ell higher quality condoms this time! The last ones were shit!” Ace yelled. They broke apart and Hemera seemed to be peering at us.

“Fuck off!” Elliot grinned back.

Oh god.

“Err...Hemera?” I said.

She let out a giggle but ignored me as Elliot turned back to her. I paused. Leaving her in an incapacitated state with Elliot really did not seem like a good idea...at all.

“Ah come on,” Ace grinned nudging me.

“Bu...” I started.

He laughed picking up an unopened can and pulling it open with his teeth. Oh great.

“Ace, you’re drunk enough,” I pointed out, stealing it from him.

“Oh don’t be such a fucking spoil sport,” He moaned.

I rolled my eyes glancing back at Hemera only to see that they were no longer there. Oh Christ.

“Stop fucking worrying,” He complained stealing back his drink before all but dragging me away. I’d been using Ace as an excuse to escape; now it seemed he was pulling me away. Not how I envisioned it.

I don’t know how he even managed it but he seemed to grow progressively more drunk as time went by. By the time we reached the castle I wanted nothing more to simply dump him and walk off. He was just incredibly...irritating when he was drunk. He talked about absolute crap, mostly previous conquests. As tempting as leaving him in the entrance hall was it wasn’t all that practical and therefore not the smartest of ideas. That didn’t mean I was happy about it though. Since when did I actually display a Gryffindor esc side? Plus I could have sworn chivalry was for knights in shining armour not their female wards.

“Here,” I said when we reached the Slytherin portrait hole. I don’t think he even heard me, he certainly didn’t thank me. Just turning, slurring the password at the portrait hole and stumbling inside. Well that would appear to be the very last time I help a drunk.

I yawned tiredly before traipsing up to my own tower, creeping into my room, quickly stripping and getting into bed. I didn’t actually remember Hemera until later on that night...well later on that morning. In the end I dragged myself out of bed, pulling on my pyjamas stealing one of Franny’s considerably warmer jumpers and a pair of shoes and going back down, muttering to myself irritably. When I got there however she wasn’t there. In fact no one was. I’d got out of bed, gone down to the forest in my pyjamas in the fucking freezing cold and she wasn’t there. Well after that I simply decided that niceness really was as over rated as I’d originally assumed and wasn’t something I’d like to do very often.

 




Author's notes:

So here's my Christmas present to you! Happy Holidays! Hopefully this chapter is a suitable length and I've decided that I'm going to scrap the short chapters because it takes longer to get the good parts! I'll try and update asap as soon as the queues reopen!

 


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