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Chapter 5 : Working With Weasley
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"Yes, I know." Pansy said glaring. Then a sly smile spread across her face. "I know you spent the night with Ben."
"Huh?" I asked in confusion.
"You spent the night with Ben, didn't you? There's no need to lie." She said smiling.
I smiled back out of pure relief. "Yeah, I was…with Ben. Yeah, that's where I was. That's-yeah."
"I knew it! Did you have fun?"
"Y-yeah, I, um I did. Very much fun." I said, still not able to believe my luck. "But, could you not say anything about it? I don't want everyone knowing." I lied. I just didn't want her to bring it up to Ben and have him tell her the truth.
"Of course, my lips are sealed." Pansy said walking into the bathroom.
Whew! That was way too close, no more slip ups. Draco was my best friend and nothing more! What happened last night was completely friendly...
A whole week passed and no more slip ups occured. I'd be lying if I said there wasn't temptation, everytime we were alone, Draco would flirt with me and touch me, and stand oh so close to me. Smiling that wonderful smile of his, his amazing lips inches from mine. How the hell am I supposed to be a good friend when Draco is always trying to seduce me?!
It got to the point where I would have to convince Ben to visit me when Draco and I were patrolling the halls. Whenever Ben came around Draco would get quiet and not talk to me. I hated when he didn't talk to me, but it was worth it, I had to be a good friend that didn't kiss my friend's boyfriend. Damn me for being so nice!
"Jo, I've got some bad news." Draco said as he approched me during lunch. For once I wasn't with Ben, he was off with his friends doing Merlin knows what.
I looked up, "Let me guess, you and Pansy broke up for good?" I asked. I hope I didn't sound happy,that would be horrible.
"I thought I said it was bad news." Draco said seriously. I raised my eyebrows. "Kidding." He said sitting down across from me.
No,he wasn't kidding. If he didn't want to be with Pansy, then why didn't he break up with her, and ask me out, so we can fall in love properly?
What is wrong with me? I shouldn't be thinking like that. Bad Jolina, bad! "So what is it then?" I asked.
"I, um, have detention tonight." He said before shoveling a bunch of food in his mouth.
I rolled my eyes. "What did you do?"
"I hexed Granger." Draco said, with his mouth full. If anyone else talked with their mouth full, I'd be repulsed, but when Draco does it, I'm turned on. "Made those buck teeth of hers grow all the way down past her chin, and I made her horrible bushy hair cover her face. She looked more hideous than usual."
A smile spread across my face. "Nice. I didn't know that was possible." I laughed, "Why'd you do it?"
"That filthy mudblood had the nerve to tell me she was going to report me because I was "abusing my prefect power" or some stupid shit like that. I didn't like her tone, so I hexed her."
Isn't he amazing? "And why is this bad news?" I asked.
"Well, McGonagall caught me and gave me detention this evening." I stared at him. I still didn't understand why this was bad news for me. "Which means I can't patrol with you tonight." He said.
Oh, now I get. "That is bad news." I said. Although, that did mean no temptation, and I could maybe convince Ben to come, so we could have a nice snog session. "So does that mean I'm doing it alone?" I asked hopefully.
"No. Since Granger is in the Hospital Wing, you have to do it with Weasley." Draco said sneering slightly.
I shrugged. "Could be worse. Weasley isn't so bad."
Draco narrowed his eyes at me. "You've got a thing for that blood traitor, don't you?"
I rolled my eyes, "Why do you always do that? Everytime I bring up a guy, you immediately attack me! Why?!" I asked angrily.
"Jo, I already told you," Draco sighed. "I don't like seeing you with other guys, it bothers me."
"Why?" I asked quietly.
He reached across the table, and grabbed my hand. He didn't even check to see no one was looking either. I don't think he even cared. "Jo, you have to understand how I feel about you…"
No, I couldn't hear this, not now, in the crowded Great Hall. "Draco, please-"
"No, you have to listen!" He said desperately. "Jo I think I-"
"Hey, guys." Blaise said sitting down next Draco. I quickly withdrew my hand from Draco's, scared Blaise might have seen something.
Pansy sat down on the other side of Draco. "Hi, baby," she said.
"Hey," he said. And then he kissed her.
Seeing them kiss had never affected me so bad. I could feel my heart shatter. I could feel the tears filling my eyes. I couldn't stay there.
I abruptly got up. Everyone looked shocked. "Where are you going?" Blaise asked.
"I, um, have to go meet Ben," I said, my voice breaking slightly, I hoped no one noticed. Draco of course, did. I could tell he wanted to tell me to stay, and listen to him explain how he felt about me. But he didn't, once I mentioned Ben, he immediatly got angry. So, he put his arm around Pansy. He showed me enough.
"But I thought he was hanging out with his friends today." Pansy said.
"Change of plans." I said before quickly walking away before anyone could say anything else or see me crying.
Why was Draco doing this to me? He was about to tell me how he felt, and then the minute Pansy shows up, he's all over her. And then, when I bring Ben up, he gets all upset, he had no right. Why was he messing with my mind? A better question, why was I letting him?
I'm walking quickly through the halls. I'm late to meet Weasley so we could start patrolling. I had skived off the rest of my classes after lunch, I just couldn't bear to see Draco and Pansy together. I spent the rest of the day crying in the Room of Requirement, so no one could find me.
Unfortunately, I had lost track of time, and now I was late. Weasley was leaning against a wall, checking his watch. "Hey, Weasley, sorry I'm late." I said as I approached him.
"No problem." He shrugged and we began patrolling. We were quiet as we patolled, not saying a thing to eachother.
"So…were you late because you were with Calington?" Weasley asked. "Or are you two even still together? I'm not exactly sure if it's been two weeks or not." His tone wasn't cold like Draco's would be in the situation, he sounded genuinely curious.
"No, I wasn't late because of him." I answered. "But we are still together. It will be two weeks in two days."
"Are you gonna keep him longer than two weeks?" Weasley asked.
I shook my head, "I don't think so. I mean, he's great, but he's not, you know, the one."
Weasley nodded as though he completely understood, which shocked me. We continued talking about random things.
"Oh, yeah I'm sorry about that day on the train." He said out of nowhere.
"What do you mean?" I asked, confused.
"About, you know, looking down your shirt." He blushed.
I smiled. "It's okay, Weasley, I wasn't mad." I assured him.
"Malfoy was." He said.
I looked down. "It doesn't really mean anything," I said quietly. "He was just being over protective."
"Why are you friends with him?" Weasley asked.
"Why are you friends with Potter?" I asked.
"Well, Harry is good guy." He shrugged. I snorted. Weasley raised his eyebrows at me. "What's wrong with him, then?"
I chuckled. "What's wrong with Saint Potter? What isn't wrong with him?" I said. "He just loves how people fawn over him because he's the "Boy who Lived". He was a freakin' baby, he didn't know what the hell he was doing. And now he always has to try to prove he's better than everyone. He thinks he's smarter, and braver and more talented than everyone else. Let's not forget how he always has to show people up. If he was my best friend, I'd be bloody annoyed with him!"
Weasley just stared at me for a moment. "All right, some of that may be true, but still, he's not as bad as Malfoy."
"And what's wrong with Draco?" I asked defensively.
Weasley looked amused. "First off his name is 'Draco' that's a stupid name." I rolled my eyes. "Second of all, if there's anyone who loves people fawning over them, it's Malfoy. I see that stupid smirk on his face when all those girls fawn over him. What's so great about him anyways? He's not all that great looking, is he? I mean he's so pale and then the blond hair on top of that. Just ehh-"
"Are we gonna sit here and talk about his looks all day or are you going to tell me what's wrong with him?" I interupted.
Weasley cleared his throat. "Right, anyways, he's a total git, he bullies first years for Merlin's sake! And he calls people mudbloods, rude much?! Not to mention he struts around the castle, like he owns the damn place. And he's cruel, like sometimes I feel like he's not even human,you know?"
I clicked my tongue, "I know he can be a bit mean, but he's not that bad. Well, I don't see it anyways." I said.
"Well, of course you wouldn't, you're in love with him." Weasley shrugged.
"What?!" I asked.
"You're in love with Malfoy, aren't you?" A smirk was on his face.
"Well, you're in love with Granger, right?" I asked, smirking.
The smirk slid off of his face. "Maybe I am." He said defiantly.
"And maybe I'm in love with Draco." I said throwing my hands in the air. We stared in silence at eachother. "How did you know?" I asked quietly.
He shrugged, "I see the way you look at him. It's more than friendly. How did you know about me?"
"Same thing, the way you look at her." I said smiling slightly.
"Isn't it funny how we're both in love with our best friends?" He asked chuckling.
"Funny? No. But, pathetic? Oh, yeah." I said laughing too.
"You know, you're not so bad, Fieran." Weasley said.
"Thanks, you're not so bad either, Weasley. But don't tell anyone I said that, I have a reputation to uphold, you know." I joked.
"Of course. You know, you can call me Ron."
"And you can call me Jolina."
"Okay, then, Jolina." Weasley, I mean Ron said.
"Okay, then, Ron."
We spent the rest of the time talking about our hopeless love for our best friends. I never thought Ron and I would have anything in common, but the fact that we did was nice. Finally, I could talk to someone about how I was feeling.
Ron insisted Draco had feelings for me too, but at the moment, I couldn't believe it, not after what happened at lunch. By the end of the patrol, something changed, Ron and I were, well friends. We had someone who understood exactly what we were going through; eachother.
But we agreed to keep our friendship secret, we both, of course had reputations to uphold.
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