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Chapter 7 : Moving On
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Once she even kissed him during class,right infront of me. I wanted cough up blood and spit it in her face, but I didn't think Draco would appreciate that. It just wasn't fair that she was parading around with Draco, my Draco. He belonged to me. I mean we were meant to be together. Fate and Draco paying people not to ask me out brought us together, that had to mean something.
I know, I sound mental, but that's what happens when you love someone that's dating a horrible slut. As you can see, the whole "moving on" thing wasn't working so well. Who the hell was I supposed to move on to? No one could live up to the expectations Draco had set.
It's not like there weren't oppurtunities, either. Both Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan were making it very clear that they were interested in me.
They're both great, but the thing is I didn't want to move on. But I knew I had to, or I would be miserable. But they didn't seem good enough, I guess comparisons were easily done once you've had someone like Draco.
"Aria, let's go!" Hermione said.
"I'm not going!" I called from under my covers.
"And, why not?" She asked.
"Because he's gonna be there, I don't want to see him!" I answered.
Hermione sighed, "Aria, he won't even see you. He'll be busy, you know, playing Quidditch."
"But, I'll see him." I whined.
"You see him every day," Hermione said trying to remain calm.
"Exactly," I said, "I'd like to go a day without seeing him. I die every time I see him, you know."
"And, yet, here you are, still living." She said uncaringly.
"You know what I mean." I said taking the covers off my head. "Hermione, my heart breaks every time I see him."
She sighed and sat down, "I know, Aria, but you'll never move on if you don't try. Dean really likes you, why don't you give him a chance?"
"Fine, I will." I said shrugging, "But I'm not going to the game."
"Yes, you are!" Hermione said impatiently. "I swore to Harry we'd both be there to support him, and you've already told Dean and Seamus you're going."
"I'm liable to change my mind."
"Well,I'm not liable to go back on my word. Aria, this is the Quidditch Final, come on," she pleaded. "Imagine if we win."
"Draco will be really upset, he hates losing." I said quietly.
Hermione stood up with determination, "Aria Merona, you are going to that match, no matter what you say!"
"No, I'm not!" I yelled, throwing the covers back over my head.
Hermione said nothing, I just heard some sort of rustling. I peeked out from under the covers, and then she attacked. "Levicorpus!"
"Hermione, have you gone mad?!" I screamed as I was pulled into the air upside down, by my ankle. "Let me down!"
"No," she said crossing her arms infront of her, "But I will once you say you're going."
"Please, Hermione, you know how I feel about heights!" I pleaded desperately.
"Aria, I will let you down once you agree to go to the match." Hermione said simply.
The blood was rushing to my head, I was becoming dizzy. "All right, I'll go!" I said in defeat.
"Good, I'll let you down. Then I want you to march into that bathroom and get ready, and make yourself pretty."
I landed in a heap on my bed. I got up cursing Hermione's existence as I went to the bathroom.
Half an hour later, we made our way down to the common room. I was still grumbling about how I didn't want to go, but what choice did I have? I didn't want to end up upside down again.
There was alot of talking and noise as we entered the Great Hall, everyone was excited for the game, everyone except me. I didn't want to see Draco play, he told me everytime he played, he pretended the Snitch was me so he would be motivated to find it quicker. How sweet is that?
As we sat down at the Gryffindor table, I looked over at the Slytherin table and gave Draco a small smile, that he returned, it made my heart skip a beat.
"Hey, Aria." Dean Thomas said as he took a seat next to me. I gave him a smile.
Hermione elbowed me in the ribs. "Hi, Dean, what's up?" I asked, massaging my most likely bruised ribs.
"Not much," he said shrugging. "But, I was wondering if you wanted to sit with me during the match."
"Sure, I'd love to." I said quickly before I could receive another elbow to the ribs from Hermione.
Dean smiled, "Great."
After breakfast, Dean and I were walking to the Quidditch pitch (Hermione mysteriously disappeared, leaving us alone) when Parkinson stopped me.
"Hey, Merona, I need to talk to you." She said.
I turned to Dean, "Um, you go ahead, I'll be there in a minute, okay?"
He nodded and kept walking. I realized I hadn't been this close to Parkinson since I found out she was dating Draco.
"What is it Parkinson?" I asked.
"I just want you to know that Draco and I are together." She said.
"Yes, I've noticed." I said in an unconcerned voice, even though it tore me to pieces hearing that.
She looked shocked by my answer, apparently she expected me to argue with her. "G-good, he belongs to me."
"All right,thanks for sharing." I said.
Again, she was shocked, "Well, j-just stay away from him." She said sounding slightly confused.
"I haven't been anywhere near him for two weeks, you have nothing to worry about." I said blankly. "Besides, maybe you haven't noticed, but Dean and I are kind of seeing eachother." Sure, that was lie, but it got her off my case.
"Oh, well, good." She walked away, looking as though she wasn't quite sure what had just occured.
Dean had already found seats by the time I got there. My head was somewhere else during the game. I only pretended to pay attention when Dean would look at me. At one point Dean said he saw the Snitch, and as he was pointing it out, he managed to put his arm around me.
That's when I realized he hadn't seen the Snitch. I smiled at him because he was quite clever for that. Finally the match was over, Harry had caught the Snitch, and we won. But it had barely even registered to me. I just thought about how upset Draco must be at the moment.
There was a party in the common room afterwards. It was exactly what I needed, an excuse to drink carelessly. I spent first few hours with Hermione, randomly slurring things about Draco, like how much I missed him. Then she made me go hang out with Dean (I think she was tired of hearing about Draco).
Hanging out with Dean, was actually fun, or maybe it was the firewhiskey that made it fun, who knows? Either way, I laughed more than I had since Draco and I broke up. Dean and I sat on a couch, surrounded by a few of his friends, including Seamus, who gave Dean the occasional glare.
Just like at the match, Dean had his arm around me. And occasionally, he would whisper things in my ear, which usually resulted in me laughing, even if it wasn't really that funny.
Slowly, Dean's friends disappeared, whether they called it a night and went up to their rooms, or they passed out. Soon, it was just me and Dean on the couch, there was still loads of people partying, though.
"I want to kiss you." Dean slurred, with a smile on his face.
"Then why don't you?" I asked trying stop my vision from blurring so much.
"I haven't gotten your permission." He said. Isn't it nice how he's even a gentleman when he's completely wasted? "Can I kiss you?"
"Yeah," I slurred, nodding my head.
He didn't waste any time, his lips immediately pressed against mine. I was pleasantly surprised, I dropped my almost empty glass of firewhiskey, it spilled on the carpet, but I couldn't care less. I just focused on kissing Dean, and trying not to pretend it was Draco I was kissing.
The next morning, I woke up on the floor of my dormitory, with a pounding in my head. The first thing I did was throw up all over the floor, then I just laid there, trying to remember the night before. At the moment, nothing came back to me. I managed to get up, and then I staggered over to my bed, and collapsed.
"Aria, get up." A voice shouted in my ear.
"Why are you yelling?" I asked opening my eyes.
"I'm not, I'm whispering." Hermione said looking down at me strangely.
"You're giving me a migrane, could you please quiet your voice." I said covering my ears.
"I already told you I'm not yelling." Hermione snapped. "Now get up."
"No." I said, "I'm too sick."
"You're not sick, you're hungover."
"Same difference. Either way, I don't feel good, I'm staying in bed today."
Hermione sighed, "Fine, do you want me to get you anything?"
"Some ginger ale would be nice," I said. "And when you come back, could you be more quiet?" I asked, before closing my eyes and going back to sleep.
I spent the whole day in bed. I slowly started remembering what had happened the night before. Half of me wished I hadn't hooked up with Dean, but the other half of me was glad because at least I was showing some signs of moving on. But Draco was still constantly on my mind throughout the day, but so was Dean.
I was arguing with myself all day. Get with Dean. Don't get with Dean. Stop thinking about Draco. Keep thinking about Draco. I just ended up with a nasty migrane, and going back to sleep.
Unfortunately, the next day, I had to get out of bed to go to lessons. I didn't pay much attention, there was so much on my mind, and I was still a bit hungover, to be honest.
But by lunch, I was feeling a bit better. I didn't spend lunch in the Great Hall, instead I spent it outside, getting some fresh air. As I was avoiding mine and Draco's special place I saw Dean coming towards me.
"Hey," he said as he approached me. "How are you doing?"
I smiled and shrugged, "Not bad, better than yesterday."
"Yeah,Hermione told me you were sick yesterday. I'm glad you're feeling better."
"Thanks. I think I drank a little too much." I said.
"Satuday night was crazy." Dean said.
"Oh,yeah, it was." I said wondering where this was going.
"I can't believe Seamus put on that dress." He laughed.
I laughed too, the image popping into my head. "Yeah, that was crazy." I agreed.
"I knew there was something off about him." Dean joked.
I playfully hit him, "Oh, shut up."
"What? I thought it complimented him well."
I hit him again, but he caught my hand in midair and held on to it. He came closer to me. "What did you think of what happened with us?" He asked.
"I…liked it." I answered half honestly.
"Did you now?"
"Yes." I answered slowly.
"Did you like it enough to maybe be my girlfriend?" He asked looking anxious and nervous.
I looked up at him. I couldn't decide what would be a bigger mistake, saying yes, or saying no. Either way I knew I'd be making a mistake, but I didn't want to be miserable and alone anymore. So, my choice was clear.
"Yes." I said smiling.
"Really?" He asked, slightly shocked.
"Yeah." I assured him.
"Great," he leaned into kiss me.
As I kissed him back, I was digusted with myself. I was settling for second best. Draco was the best I would ever have, and no one would ever compare to him, pretending someone could was me fooling myself. But I had no other choice. I had just made my decision.
I was finally moving on.
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