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Change of Heart by 19 whitehorse
Chapter 4 : The TWB and the Goldfish Story
 
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Change of heart 4

 

A/N Next chapter's up... thanks for all of the reviews, I really appreciate it <3

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He sneers at me and that is when I did something completely irrational and unbelievably stupid.
 


I took his face in my hands and kissed him firmly on his lips.


I pulled away with every intention of walking away and never, ever see him again after that mortifying moment of me randomly kissing him when he was shouting at me which proceeded in him standing so still I thought I was kissing a statue.


He doesn’t look like he is ever going to move again.


I don’t have to ask him to move do I? I mean it is pretty obvious I don’t want to face him right now.


Oh god I do have to ask.
 


How mortifying.
 


“Draco... could you...”


He interrupted me by lightly pressing his lips to mine. Gently he brushed his lips against mine, lingering. I leaned forward, urging him to continue when he traced my lower lip with his tongue. I whimpered. 


Oh god. What am I doing?
 


Instead of pushing him away like I should have done I slid my hand from his chest to the back of his neck, caressing his blond hair, admiring its silkiness. His tongue nudged my mouth open hesitantly, and I willingly opened my mouth. I slid my tongue over his and he growled, pushing me against the wall roughly and pressing every line of his body against mine. One of his hands was pressed on my back, pulling me towards him while the other was leaning on the wall. He explored my mouth and I gasped into his open mouth, making him moan. His fingers played with the fabric of my shirt slowly sliding his hand underneath, causing me to shiver at the feel of his cold fingertips touching the skin of my stomach. Pulling his face even closer, I playfully licked his teeth.


“Helllooo?”


At the sound of the voice I pulled away from Draco so fast I almost tripped backwards.

 
BAM. CRASH. (Insert: scream of pain)
 

Scratch that. I did fall over backwards.


“You fall over a lot,” announces Draco as if it was some king of great revelation and obviously ignoring the fact that we just had a huge make-out session; something I can’t ignore because I’ve never even freaking kissed a guy before so considering it is my first kiss a little, I don’t know, mention of what the hell happened would have been nice.

 
You know just a little, “Sorry I’m a hormonal teenager who can’t control himself when I’m around hot, beautiful girls like you.” Or something along those lines.

 
That would have been the polite thing to do.

 
And me being the responsible woman, would have beaten him up until he promises never to kiss random girls again, unless of course he says that I was just such an amazing kisser and though it was to shut him up it was still the most wonderful thing he had ever experienced.

 
My friends tell me I have too high expectations of myself. Haha, wonder where they got that from, because it is not true. I know, for a fact, that Draco would never say any of those things just because he is an arsehole so I will just forget about the kiss. Actually let us call it the snog, it somehow sounds less romantic.


I, Caitlynn, will forget about the snog.
 

Actually snog makes it sound more passionate.
 

Let us call it the unfortunate collision of two unwilling sets of lips.

 
Now that we have that settled let me decide how to explain why I went from ripping his hair and screaming bloody murder to snogging him senseless.


“My goldfish died,” I blurted out.


Because that makes sense.


“Sorry what?” asked Addy.


Sweet, logical Addy has to have the exact explanation as to how that has anything to do with anything.


Darn it. 


“It’s quite a funny story actually...” I started babbling, “well not like har har laugh your head off funny, but more like, you know dark humour, if you are into that kind of thing not that I am, pfft. Like no way. Actually it’s quite a sad story but slightly comical depending on which angle you look at it. Not that it’s funny that my goldfish died, it’s the circumstances in which he passed away. I told him that the grass was not greener, I mean the water was not bluer, on the other side of the tank but he just wouldn’t listen and he...”


Oh my god. Caitlynn shut up NOW.


“He simply died. I just couldn’t bring myself to tell him ‘I told you so’”.


Great. Now everyone is staring at me as if I had killed my own goldfish.


I cleared my throat.


“And umm I was describing the funeral. I was so sad that Draco was trying to console me.”


“By shoving his tongue down your throat,” Addy stated.


Picture that wonderful image my friend has so kindly described. Like really imagine... ewww bad mental images. Bad.


“Ewww. Gross Addy”


 “Well that’s what it looked liked.”


 “No Addy, it was a kiss, an intimate contact between two people who love each other and want to share that mutual feeling without having to speak.”


That was corny.


I looked over at Draco who looked creeped out. He has the expression of the guy in the bar who meets a woman in the bar and the first thing she asks is how many children he would like to have.


This is dumb. It isn’t like I said that we should get married because we shared a kiss.


Honestly. But for reference I would like five children.


Five!?”


Please tell me I did not say that out loud.


Please.


“Do you know what five children will do to your vajayjay!?” Addy exclaims.


 Somebody out there hates me.


“Great Addy, thanks for the warning,” I replied sarcastically.


Addy glanced at Draco who was in a stony stupor and then grimaced at me. 


“Sorry,” she mouthed.


“Let’s leave the in-love-couple (insert snort here). I’ll see you tomorrow Cat before you leave,” Addy announced while dragging Chase, who looked murderous, with her.


He’s jealous! He totally is!


Or maybe he’s grossed out too. After all he did just experience his two best friends talking about the vajayjay and saw one of them making out with a random bloke.


Nah, he’s jealous.


“You’re drooling.”


I swivelled slowly to face Draco.


“Am not.”


“Are too.”


 “Am not.” 


“You are, and after Chase too. Disgusting.”


 “Am not.”


Give yourself a pat on the back Caitlynn for that amazing comeback that not only showed Chase in a positive light but also made Draco sound like an idiot for insulting him. Really well done.


“Look I am going to leave now,” I told him unconcernedly, trying very hard not to look at his mouth. No wait, don’t look there either! Draco snickered,


“Enjoying the view?”


“Noooo, pfft, I wasn’t even looking. Anyway I’m not interested because I have a daughter.”


Draco looked at me in surprise.


“Really?” 


No.


“Yes.”


What am I doing?


“What’s her name?” he asked looking honestly curious.


Oh god, why can’t he be indifferent now!?


Quick Caitlynn think of a name. This is easy, I know loads of girl names like...


“SHAKESPEARE,” I randomly shout.


“Oh, really?”


Dude, how in the world could anyone believe that? But then again his name is Draco. He’s the type of guy who names his daughter Scorpion or something.

 
“Um yeah, her name is Shakespearess, but we just all call her Shakespeare for short.”


I don’t even like bloody Shakespeare. I mean have you read Julius Caesar: the play? Have you?  That is torture, I tell you. I don’t think it should even be legal.


“Who’s the father?”

 
“Oh...um, Julius Caesar.”

 
What in the world...? I don’t even know how to spell his name and somehow I gave birth to his long lost love child?

 
“Do you two live together?”

 
“Uh, well there is a statue of him down my road, does that count? Hahaha.”

 
He isn’t laughing.

 
Wait... he doesn’t actually believe that I have a daughter named Shakespearess with Julius Caesar does he?


Wow, I must be a better liar than I thought.


“How old is she?”
  

What is up with all these questions!? It’s like one of those game shows where you have to answer as quickly as you can.

 
“10,” I shout pretending to hit one of those funny buttons that lights up when you get the right answer.

 
“Oh.”


HOW OLD DOES HE THINK I AM!?

 
“Does Julius work or...”

 
“Yep, he’s a professional pole dancer.”

 
I wonder where I get these unbelievable lies from. Although I have always wanted to see Caesar pole dance. Not to insult any Caesar fans, but how Hil-a-rious would that have been? I mean, when you think about it, where did Caesar get all his followers and money from? It was probably all explained by my wonderfully boring history teacher, but how would she know eh? After all, I’m the mother of his child so I know best.

 
Great, I’m starting to believe my own lies now.


Abort. Urgent message to brain. MAKE ME STOP TALKING BULLSHIT NOW!

 
Yes, I know what I will do. I will make him admit he has kids, even though he hasn’t, and then we will both laugh and be like “Just Kidding” and then it won’t sound like I’m a total loser.


Genius.

 
“So anyway Draco, do you have kids?”
  

“No.”

 
So much for my amazing plan.

 
“Draco, are you sure?”

 
“Yes.”


“100 percent positive?”

 
“YES!” he shouts, irritated.

 
“Okay, well there is no need to get in a hissy fit,” I said, putting my hands up defensively. “But you are quite certain are you?”

 
“Oh for the love of God, YES”


“Wait... yes you do have children or yes you are quite certain but not a hundred percent sure? Sorry I got a little confused there.”

 
Draco looked like he was about to hit me. I must say I can be very annoying when I want to be.

 
This is fun.

 
“You know, because between just the two of us, as teen parents I must say I understand completely how accidents can happen. There is no need to feel ashamed.”


Wasn’t I meant to use this situation to admit I was lying not insinuate that it was all true?

 
Well whatever, it’s not like it matters since I’m never going to see him again.




“Anyway, feel free to call me and um shhhh about the little kiss eh?” I said, winking at him. “I promise I won’t tell Pansy if you don’t tell JJ.”

 
I nudged him with my elbow. “After all, we both know what is really going on between the two of you, don’t we? Wink wink.”


His face...HYTERICAL.

 
Oh man...I wish I had a camera.

 
“Well then... bye.”


Draco was standing there, his mouth gaping open like a fish.
  

I walked away and as soon as I turned the corner I roared in laughter. Oh my God... the look on his face!! I will never get over that. I was practically sobbing with laughter as I tried to walk to the exit only to find myself in stitches every time I thought of his face.


Still I am kind of glad I am going to go live with my cousin for awhile as she lives on the other side of England, because imagine having to talk to him again after that awkward conversation. It really is perfect timing. 


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I glanced out the window of my taxi and looked at the buildings flash by. I had said goodbye to my friends in the morning, with promises to call each often. Finally the car stopped and I got off the taxi to be greeted by a large expanse of field and a tall wonky building that looked like it was about to crumble any second now.


One


Two


Three


Nope. Not crumbling to the ground.


I guess I should be glad considering I was going to live here for awhile but you have to admit it would have been fun to watch. 


Anyway I carried my suitcase as I walked up the stone pavement to the TWB. (tall, wonky building). 


 By carry, I meant dragged. This suitcase is seriously heavy. I really don’t remember packing so much.


I am in pain from the strenuous effort it took me to carry the suitcase 30 inches.


Oh my god. I really don’t remember packing this much. Maybe I’m suffering from memory loss. What if I have Alzheimer’s? What if I can’t get home because I don’t remember the way and then I travel the world but I don’t remember why and I die all alone because no one will take care of me and I meet some stranger who steals my only suitcase and I forget that I need to eat so I die of starvation.


Or I could be a teenage girl who decided to bring her whole wardrobe because that’s what she does on every single trip.


I really need to do something about my wild imagination.


Though it could be entirely possible, there are some cases of genetic illness and mutation and people just forget stuff and then they die. Alone.


Scaring myself a little I decided to concentrate on the task at hand.


I huffed and dropped the suitcase. 


“If you don’t make this easier for me I’ll leave you here,” I said to the suitcase.


Silence. 


I’m talking to a suitcase.


I need urgent help here people.


Waiting…


Fine. Don’t help me. I don’t care. I mean, sure, I feel a little insulted but I can deal with it. This is nothing.


Leaving the suitcase, I walked up to the doorsteps of TWB and knocked.


Can you believe there is no doorbell?


I mean come on. This is not the 15th century.


The door opened and I was greeted by a short, plump lady with an apron tied around her waist. Before she had time to say anything my cousin came skipping down the stairs and hugged me. 


“It’s so nice to see you; it has been much too long."


I smiled.


It's nice to see you too, Hermione."

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A/N Sooooo a penny for your thoughts? Really they are worth so much more :)

 


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