I don’t remember much. Well, except for the uncontrollable pain in my stomach, the burning of my throat, the clenching of my chest, the whirling in my head, the tears that spilled and blurred my vision, and the sight of James Potter sucking the face off of Elisha Garrett…that beautiful red headed goddess…that girl who wasn’t me. I saw her hands running through his beautifully messy hair, I saw how his perfect body seemed to match her elegant one…they just fit. They were perfect…like a missing puzzle piece…and it hurt. It hurt like hell.
I think I vaguely remember spinning around and running…running like a wild horse, pushing and smacking people out of the way just to get back to the burrow. But it was dark, the noises around me were turning into a haze of indiscernible currents…flowing in and out of my brain, pounding at my ear drums. My vision was blurred, barely making out the lights of the old rickety house. The fresh and searing image of James and Elisha was still doing a demented dance on my brain.
I burst through the door of the burrow, charging like a madwoman past the living room…disregarding the giggling couples and drunk teens dirtying up the sofa and the floor. I stumbled uncontrollably up the stairs, not minding that I fell numerous times. I just needed to go as far away as I can from the party…away from the new beautiful couple that was about to grace the wizarding world with its presence. Okay, being a little melodramatic here…but seriously.
I kept charging up all of the floors…not wanting to hear any commotion from outside. I didn’t want no damn fireworks, no music, no shouts, no laughter, no wolf whistling…I wanted nothing. I think I passed by Rose, who was just exiting the bathroom…an ice pack on her eye.
“Elaquay…” She started, sounding a bit concerned. Like hell I was going to talk to her.
“Go the fuck away.” I sneered through my snot teary mess, not even looking back as I climbed even more floors. Finally, I realized that I was heading to the attic. I didn’t give a crap. The ghoul can moan all he wants. I would rather hear him any day then the noises from that stupid mistake of a party.
I reached the tiny landing and tore off my shoe. I chucked it at the ceiling with all the strength I could muster, reveling in my awesome beating skills. To my surprise, the latch creaked and fell open.
A ladder lowered swiftly from the ceiling. I grabbed on to it and climbed up. Once I was fully in, I tugged at the latch, and the ladder magically came flying back up until it closed. I was surrounded by darkness. I could barely make out the silhouette of anything.
The ghoul was probably somewhere in here. I heard the loud bass drumming from the party shake the house, but it was better than nothing. I will just stay here the rest of the night.
That’s when I broke. I cried and cried. My tears fell like waterfalls and my wracking sobs sounded so pathetic that I wanted to hex myself. But I didn’t. I just let them come. I heard the ghoul moan in protest…maybe about five feet away from me to the left. I yelled at the top of my lungs, “SHUT UP!”
The ghoul seemed to stop automatically as if it were frightened, and so I let myself continue to sob. My heart felt like it had been smashed to tiny pieces and I knew that I wouldn’t be able to look at James the same. Not tomorrow…not the rest of this year…not for a long time. How could I even be civil with him? Especially with little Miss. Perfect Redhead Goddess running her willowy hands all through his hair? I know that a good friend would be happy for him, would support him…or at the very least…remain civil with him and Elisha. What if I’m not a good friend? What if I’m just a selfish bitch? Maybe I’m just not good enough for James.
After a few minutes, my sobs subsided to shudders, but the pain was still as fresh as ever. That goddamn image won’t go away! I still see the two perfect people…as wonderful and beautiful as those people in muggle magazines…I see them kissing so passionately like in a steamy romantic movie…and a freaking good one at that. The kind of romantic movie that gets a ninety percent or better on Rotten Tomatoes.
I heard a click and latch break the rhythym of my sobbing. Oh god…the ghoul can’t be actually escaping can it? But no…I turned around to see someone climbing up the ladder.
“Lumos.” The voice sounded familiar, smooth like silk…yet rough and inviting.
A small, but bright light illuminated at the end of a wand carried by none other than Derrick Finnigan. I gazed at him with watery eyes, taking in his appearance. His dark hair looked a bit ruffled and his cheeks were pink. His gorgeous eyes were sparkling with concern as he gazed at me.
“Elaquay?” He asked hesitantly.
“D-Derrick?” I stuttered. What the hell is he doing up here? How did he get up here? As far as I know, only the Weasley-Potters and I knew about this little hiding spot.
He approached me, and carefully placed his attractive ass next to mine. Even through my tear filled dilemma, he still looked amazing.
I looked away from him, feeling a heavy sigh come. His stature was a lot like James…and with Derrick’s hair all messy like that…it made my heart ache even more. Because he isn’t James. The James that I want…the one that is my best friend…is down at the party snogging the hell out of a perfect princess…and he is fully enjoying it.
“Are you okay?” He asked.
Yes. I’m freaking grand, Einstein.
“Y-Yeah…” I stuttered at him dryly.
He tilted his gorgeous head to the side as he stared at me, his face filled with sincere concern. “You’ve been crying.”
Whoah…déjà vu right there.
I gave a groan and asked, attempting a watery smile, “Is it that obvious?”
“Anyone can see that you were bringing the waterworks, Smithson.” He replied with a tender smile.
I didn’t reply to that. I just looked away from him and stared ahead. He put his illuminated wand on the floor in front of us so that it was like a little campfire/candle. Thank God he is of age. We were silent for a few moments, with nothing to listen to but a combination of my sniffing, the scratching a groaning of the ghoul who was only a few feet away, and the bass drumming of the music. I winced as it caused the whole house to vibrate.
He cleared his throat and remarked, “Some party, huh?”
“Some party.” I agreed.
“If I may ask…it is your party. Why are you the one cooped up in an attic, crying her eyes out?” He turned his head to look at me.
I shrugged. I responded, “How the hell do you know there is an attic here?”
He gave a crooked smile that made my stomach turn. The similarities weren’t even funny anymore. “Trying to shake off Sarah Corner. Since she couldn’t win over Albus, she settled for me. So I ran in here, and used common sense. It just seemed like there would be an attic here…anyways, why are you upset?”
I just shook my head and shrugged. “Just…everything I guess.”
“Does this everything involve Potter?” He asked, raising an eyebrow knowingly at me. My insides plummeted. Am I really that obvious?
“U-Um…” I started, knowing fully aware that I sounded like a grumbling idiot.
“Just an assumption. You two are rather close, and I would think that you two would’ve become an item by now. Apparently my prediction was thwarted a few moments ago when I happened to see him attached to Elisha like a slimy leech…” His voice was rather bitter and it sent a mixture of anger and satisfaction coursing through me.
I shook my head and replied, “Well, you guessed right…but I’d rather not talk about it if you don’t mind.”
He nodded in understanding before reaching into his trouser pockets and pulling out two bottles of firewhiskey. He offered one to me, and without a second thought, I took it.
I opened it hurriedly and took a swig out of it. Anything to just forget tonight. Anything.
“Slow down, will you?” He suggested, sending me a smirk. His eyes sparkled and I felt my heart leap a bit. I immediately felt the blush creep down my neck as I lowered the bottle and took smaller swigs.
I watched as Derrick took a swig out of his own bottle. He looked at me again, his cheeks a bit flushed as he said, “So…what did you think of Puddlemere United this season?”
So he wants to talk Quidditch does he? I have never been more happy to talk about Quidditch in my whole entire life!
“Are you kidding me? They’re so overrated! I don’t give a shit about Puddle-fucking-mere, especially when you have those badass Chudley Cannons! I seriously can’t stress that enough.” I rambled, feeling myself let loose with the amount of alcohol I was consuming. And I liked it. I was forgetting about James and Elisha…even for a little while. Talking about Quidditch had never been this amazing.
Derrick scoffed. “Chudley Cannons? They stopped any sort of progress about thirty years ago. They lost to the Tornados and they’re supposedly the worst team…”
“They only lost because that damn referee was a dick. He didn’t count any fouls that that stupid idiot, Smith…”
That’s how it was for many hours. It was nice to be intoxicated, carefree, and chatting away about Quidditch and other bullshit while laughing like banshees with Derrick Finnigan in the Weasley attic, accompanied by a moaning ghoul. Plus, the more alcohol I drank, the more attractive Derrick became. I guess that’s what it does to you, besides making you blab the truth.
But at this point, I didn’t care anymore. So I followed my drunken instincts.
I grabbed both of his cheeks and attached my lips to his in a fierce lock. He seemed stunned at first, but then he responded, running his hands through my red hair. A warm feeling started at my toes and spread all the way up to my head. I smiled under the kiss, while he used that as an opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth. It was lovely…it really was.
I loved the feel of his rough, yet soft hands as they stroked my hair, ran up my arms and caressed my spine…causing me to shiver in delight. I loved the way that he nicked my lip with his teeth, causing me to shudder. I loved the way he made me feel…loved and wanted.
But as much as I felt myself get lost in this oblivion, there was something missing. He wasn’t James.
But as of right now, I don’t really give a flying batshit.
Okay, you can let out your breath now. Nothing happened between me and Derrick. We didn’t end up doing the dirty. I can tell you that we got rather close, but it just didn’t happen. We both agreed that it wouldn’t be a good idea so we both kind of just laid on our backs in the dark laughing and occasionally kissing each other until we fell asleep. It was honestly great. It saved my night from total hell. It made me forget that James Potter doesn’t love me like that.
I still am smitten with him, and it still feels absolutely raw when I think about he and Elisha getting it on. It hurts like a hell.
In fact, I woke up the next morning, realizing that I was in the attic. Little streams of light were coming in through the cracks in the ceiling and walls. My head hurt a bit, but I still felt at peace. I looked over at the other side of the attic to see the ghoul crouched in the corner, snoring like a train horn. My eyes then rested upon the beautiful sleeping boy at my side. For a second, I thought it was James…but then I realized that it was Derrick. I smiled and let myself play with his ruffled hair gently. It was nowhere near as soft or crazy as James’s, but it was still pleasant.
I thought of last night and how kind he was to me, and how he kissed me…but then my thoughts strayed to the actual party. My insides started to freeze like ice and my throat burned. The thoughts of James and Elisha kissing came swimming through my brain again and my vision blurred a bit. I shook my head to cast away the thoughts, taking deep breaths. It made me realize how much I didn’t want to leave the attic. Who knew what kind of disasters awaited me.
Suddenly, Derrick stirred a bit and opened his eyes. They rested on me and he gave a sheepish smile. My heart fluttered. He really was adorable.
He sat up and said, “Some night, eh?”
I gave a little laugh and responded, “Some night.”
He slowly reached out his fingers and tucked a strand of my red hair behind my ear. He then shook his head and made a mock tsking noise. “I still can’t believe that you are so passionate about the Chudley Cannons. All Quidditch teams lose their deserve for respect when they lose to the Tornados.”
I smirked and replied, “Well, Puddlemere United is cliché. I don’t enjoy clichéd people.”
He rose and eyebrow and responded slyly, “So you don’t enjoy my presence? Because I got the impression that you did.”
I blushed and he laughed. He bent over and kissed me on the cheek, causing my cheeks to further burn up.
“C’mon, let’s go downstairs.” He suggested, gently grabbing my hand.
Dread started to plummet through my body.
“No…not yet. Please? I’m not ready…” I pleaded. I felt pathetic. I don’t plead. I demand and become a stubborn bitch. But I was too weak to demand right now. Plus, I don’t have the heart to talk to Derrick in that tone. He’s been too much of a sweetheart to deserve that.
He gave me a reassuring smile, bent over, and gave me a tender…yet passionate kiss on the lips. My insides melted again. What was happening?
“It’s alright. I’ll be there to shield you from the horrors of corruption.” He mocked. I felt a giggle escape my lips as I let him pull me to my feet. We both ignored the ghoul as we climbed down the ladder and into civilization. He grabbed my hand, his fingers intertwining with mine…and as I gazed at the familiar halls ahead of us, my stomach churned.
What was going on? Does Derrick think that I’m his girlfriend now? Am I his girlfriend? Do I want to be? My head was spinning as we walked down the halls and the down the stairs. It was eerily silent as the sunlight poured through the windows. I didn’t dare look out to see the remains of the party. Finally we reached the bottom two floors. Now I could see the mess.
Stray firewhiskey and butterbeer bottles, pools of vomit (freaking nasty….) , party streamers, and random people…adults and teens…laying around like ragdolls…some groaning, and some completely knocked out.
Derrick and I exchanged looks as we continued down to the living room. It was a total maelstrom of crap.
There were people jam packed in there…it looked like they were in the middle of an orgy or something!!! All of them were knocked out, or groaning. The strangest sight of all for me though was Scorpius and a very bruised Lily squeezed on the couch together, sleeping peacefully…but Scorpius’s hand was dropped over the couch, touching the tips of Rose’s fingers, who also was knocked out and bruised. Memories from their monstrous fight flooded my mind and I turned my back on them, shaking my head.
To my surprise, I heard the sound of sizzling grease in the kitchen as the smell of bacon came wafting out. Derrick and I headed in that direction and pushed open the door.
The sight before me made me want to throw up. There was James sitting in a chair at the counter, a rather dazed and punch drunk expression on his face as he smiled at Elisha Garrett, who was standing above him, giving him a massage.
“Feel better James?” She asked with a bright and seductive smile.
Before he could answer, his eyes caught sight of me. My heart stopped and my insides were exploding. I clenched my teeth and forced myself to look away. I squeezed Derrick’s hand and looked over at who was making the bacon. I saw a rather irritated Ginny Weasley at the stove, her long red hair pulled into a messy bun, dark circles under her bloodshot eyes, and she was wearing nothing but a huge oversized Quidditch shirt that I’m sure belonged to Harry.
“Merlin, I need to get rid of this bloody headache…OI! YOU TWO! SHUT UP!” She yelled at both James and Elisha, who both immediately stopped their tirade of laughter and sappy talk. I wanted to over there and just give her a huge hug.
She looked over at me and gave me an exhausted smile. “Morning Elaquay… Derrick.”
She gazed at our intertwined hands for a split second before saying, “Have a seat. If you don’t feel the urge to vomit due to alcohol intoxication, I’ll let you know that breakfast will be ready in just a few moments.” She sounded a bit bitter and cranky. I don’t blame her. She looked like she was having a serious hangover right now.
I looked over at James, who was now staring pointedly at Derrick…his gaze occasionally travelling to our hands.
I took a deep breath and walked over to the counter, pulling up a seat next to James and Elisha. I felt the tension all right. I think everyone did. Derrick kept clearing his throat while James and I refused to look at each other. My insides were on fire with longing and anger as I saw Elisha continue to massage his back and stroke his hair.
I watched as Ginny took the pan of bacon and placed it on a plate. She used her wand to levitate it, and it fell on the table with a large KLANG, causing all of us to flinch as many pieces of bacon flew off.
“Enjoy your bloody breakfast.” She grumbled, rubbing her head and stalking out of the kitchen toward the living room.
“Thank you so much, Mrs. Potter!” Called Elisha, her voice sickeningly sweet…and way to freaking nice. Ginny grumbled something indiscernible in response, waving her hand behind her shoulder.
“Someone woke up on the wrong side of the astronomy tower.” Remarked James, staring after his mother…a rather frightened expression on his face. Elisha gave a little giggle, bent down and kissed him on the cheek before responding, “Oh don’t be so hard on her Jamesy, she’s just tired. At least she took the time to make us breakfast.”
I almost choked. Jamesy? Wow.
I never would’ve thought that Elisha was one for annoying puke-stimulating pet names. I always thought of her as that sharp and clever girl with a good attitude. One who doesn’t have time for pet names. Hmmm…you always learn something new. I know for a fact that James absolutely hates pet names.
Sad thing is, he seems to be responding to it just fine.
We were silent, just sitting there…no one even touching the bacon. I couldn’t take anymore of it.
Despite my protesting stomach, I reached over and grabbed three pieces…shoving them all into my mouth at once, trying to ignore the stares of the other three people present in the room. After a few minutes, Derrick followed suit and took a few pieces of bacon.
He and I exchanged looks and I couldn’t help but grin at his bacon face. I felt James’s eye drill holes into the back of my head and I had to do everything in my power from turning around to look into his oh so beautiful eyes. Eyes that only were enlightened by the presence of Elisha.
Suddenly, the door burst open and in came a very hung over and beaten up Rose. She looked absolutely awful. I almost screamed at the sight of her. Talk about the she-godzilla or the locness monster… or maybe one of those creatures that they’re always trying to track down on those paranormal shows.
She had a nasty expression on her face…a mixture of wanting to be sick, angry, and upset all at the same time. She looked up to see the four of us, Elisha still all over James and Derrick and I sitting abnormally close together. She paused and just stared for a moment, her expression unreadable.
Suddenly, she threw back her head and laughed like a maniac. Her laughter echoed through the kitchen and caused me to develop an extreme concern for the girl. I think that she has finally broken down and is now heading down the path to the clinically insane. Actually no…she reached that point when she went and punched the hell out of Lily.
Her shoulders were shaking as she kept laughing before she finally turned around….still laughing, and exited the kitchen. Seriously…what the fuck? We were all left in a stunned and awkward silence.
Before we could make another movement, the kitchen door opened again…and in came a very pretty girl…maybe in her early twenties…with long red hair and eyes the exact same shade as Elisha’s. The thing that flawed her appearance however…was that she was hungover as hell.
“Elisha…we have to go. Mum and dad will be back at home in an hour and they expect me to take you to Diagon Alley today.” She said, her eyes on her sister. She looked like she could kick a puppy.
Elisha smiled serenely in response and said, “This is goodbye for now James.”
She then bent down and gave him the most sloppiest wet kiss I have ever seen in my life. I wanted to vomit so badly. I turned my head away, feeling physically ill and angry as I saw her wink at James…who smiled in return… and flaunt off after her sister. Elisha turned around one more time, this time her eyes finding me. She smiled brightly and exclaimed,
“Goodbye Elaquay! See you at school!”
The only thing you’ll be seeing is my damn fist when it finds your pretty little face. Oh…and a bludger. Just watch yourself.
I just forced a smile her way until she opened the living room door and was out of sight. I felt the muscles of my mouth automatically drop.
“Y’know, I really must be heading off. I think dad’s smashed and I need to get him home before mum finds out about all of this.” Derrick said, giving me a small smile.
I didn’t want him to leave. I really didn’t. I don’t think I can stand being alone here with nobody but James and the rest of the hungover Weasleys. For once, I didn’t want to be around them. They were all freaking insane.
“Will you come see me off?” He sent me a warm intimate smile and I couldn’t help but smile back in return. I thought I heard James clear his throat behind me, but I didn’t pay any attention.
“Sure.” I responded, grabbing his hand. We both walked out of the kitchen and to the front door. I didn’t even look back at James. I didn’t bother to.
Before he opened the door, he turned to me and put one of his hands on my cheeks gently.
“So….” He started, sounding a bit nervous. He looked adorable as hell. I couldn’t help but beam at him.
“Does this mean…that…you and I-I…a-are we…” He was stuttering, but I think that I got his message clear enough. I paused for a moment and let my mind run.
Did I really want to be an item with Derrick Finnigan? Yes, he’s charming, cute, kind, sweet, a damn good kisser, and he did make me feel loads better. But do I really want him? No, of course I don’t. I want James…but that’s not going to happen anytime soon. So what if I just stop wallowing in my misery and give him a chance? Do I just want to forget about this whole thing and leave it behind in the attic where it belongs?
No…I guess I don’t.
I slowly smiled and responded, giving him a quick kiss on the lips. “Yes.”
He grinned, his eyes twinkling. He bent down and gave me a soft and gentle kiss. I responded to him by running both of my hands in his hair, deepening it. It was just awesome. It was so nice and pleasant.
He finally broke the kiss, still beaming. “See you around, Elaquay.”
With one last look and smile, he departed…walking out of the door and out of sight.
My insides were like melting chocolate. I felt myself grin like an idiot. I fanned my face, which was growing more and more red as the heat crept down my neck, and spread to my already red cheeks. I had a boyfriend! And he was super nice, sensitive, and hot as hell! God does exist!
“Got him didn’t you?”
The slightly cynical voice stopped my thoughts like a huge boulder landing in the middle of a race. My insides froze and my heartbeat quickened.
I looked up to see James, leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed. His brown eyes were drilling fiery holes in my skin. The sight of him made my veins start pumping fire and my stomach burst into sparkling explosives.
I gave him my pathetic clueless face. “Um…what?” Wow, I sounded smart.
He scoffed at me and snapped, “Don’t even try Elaquay. I know you. When your face is as red as it is now, that means that you have snogged someone senseless…or had a great shag.”
I glared at him menacingly and spat, “I did not screw Derrick!”
“Then you snogged him.” He stated coldly.
I didn’t answer. I felt my cheeks burning up. Why do I have to be such a bad concealer of things? This is ridiculous.
He gave a bitter laugh and spat at me, “So you did snog the little bleeder.”
“So? What the fuck is your problem? You were having a freaking steam pot fest with Elisha last night! You got what you’ve been wanting all summer haven’t you?” I felt like tears were going to spill out of my eyes soon as my throat burned. No, I can’t cry in front of James. Not in a situation like this.
All of my previous happiness and heart-melting sensations I had about Derrick were long gone. All I could think about was James and Elisha….and all I could see was James standing in front of me….his eyes boring into me….
“Yeah, and I’m fucking happy about it! As a friend, shouldn’t you be supporting me?” He yelled, his eyes narrowing more and more by the second.
That’s when I got really pissed. I wanted to go over there and rearrange his perfect face. How dare he say that to me! How dare he accuse me of not supporting his relationship with Elisha when he was just hammering at Derrick a few seconds ago!
“You are a filthy hypocrite! As my friend, shouldn’t you also be supporting me and Derrick?” I yelled, clenching my fists…feeling my blood boil and the tears threaten to spill.
He gave a nasty laugh that I’ve only ever heard him use three times in my life…and they all involved situations with Malfoy.
“Fine! I’ll be best man at your bloody wedding, skipping around and giggling like Malfoy on crack! Will that make everything all better?” He growled at me, looking legitly pissed.
“And I’ll be freaking maid of honor at yours! I’ll also be a damn babysitter for your thirty redheaded children for years to come!” I spat back, not sure where the words were coming from. Damn word vomit. Actually…right now, it worked just fine.
“SPECTACULAR!!” He yelled angrily at me, his eyes narrowed dangerously at me.
“FABULOUS!!” I screamed back, before turning on my heel and charging out of the burrow, running with all of my might over the field…not even daring to turn my head to look at the ugly mess that was my party. I just kept running until I reached the woods.
Once I stopped, I felt the adrenaline, anger, and devastation course through me. That was the first time that James and I have ever seriously fought. I was in shock. My throat was still burning and my limbs were still trembling. I can’t believe this. I seriously can’t believe that we’re pissed at each other.
That’s when the tears came. They spilled down my cheeks and dripped from my chin. My head throbbed, most likely a result from recent events and my alcohol consumption last night.
I blundered forward aimlessly, my feet crunching on the fresh sticks and leaves. The trees towered over me, letting in little streams of sunlight through their canopies. It was peaceful and cool here. It calmed me down. The smell was amazing…that woodsy intoxicating smell…I stopped myself short. I really don’t need to be thinking of James right now. I just need to walk forward and clear my head.
Before I could properly do so, I heard two voices. There seemed to be an intimate conversation going on here. I groaned a bit and kept walking…rather curious to see who was talking and what they were talking about. Maybe it would distract me from my own problems.
I peered around a rather large tree to see a small pretty mane of red hair, confronting a rather tall attractive blonde. Oh god…it was Scorpius and Lily.
His voice shocked me. It was actually kind and gentle. It actually almost gave me a heart attack.
“I can’t…w-we can’t…” He stuttered, finding it hard to form his thoughts into words.
“You snogged me.” Stated Lily, her tone flat and dark. She was freaking pissed. I could tell. “Does that even mean anything to you?”
He gave a heavy sigh. “Lily, I do care about you. I really do. Since I’ve gotten to know you…I know that you’re a great person….”
“So why can’t we be together? What’s stopping us?” She demanded, her voice rising.
“I…” He started, but was cut off.
“It better be a damn good reason. I will seriously bat bogey hex your fucking arse if you’re just playing mind games on me.” She sounded dangerous, vicious…I swear to Merlin’s beard that her hair is probably breathing multicolored flamed right now.
“You know what? Why don’t you ask your damn cousin!” He seethed at her, his voice completely irritated.
“What? Who do you mean?” She demanded bossily. Jesus, if I were in Malfoy’s position, I’d want to just run right there or surrender.
“I’m talking about the bookworm Weasley who punched you in the bloody face last night!” He snapped at her.
Lily spat nastily, “What’s this got to do with Rose? She shouldn’t even be a speakable subject right now!”
I peeked my head to see the expression on Malfoy’s face. All the color had drained from his face as his mouth opened and closed idiotically. I knew that he regretted saying anything about Rose.
“Scorpius, what does Rose have to do with this?” Lily repeated dangerously, yet her voice was wavering a bit.
He cleared his throat, but I knew that there was no way he could answer her question. After about a minute, she responded darkly, “Fine. If you won’t tell me, I’ll find out for myself.”
With that, she left the scene. I shifted closer to the foliage as she passed the tree. I watched her march back, her fists clenched and her long red hair billowing behind her. Once all I could see was her small silhouette…I did the unthinkable.
I graced the stunned Scorpius with my presence.
His eyes narrowed dangerously at me. “What do you want, Smithson?”
I glared back at him with as much venom as I could muster before responding, “I want to know why you’re suddenly interested in my friends after so many years of torment.”
“You know, eavesdropping has its consequences.” He snarled at me. Damn…he really is attractive. Way to attractive.
“Shut up Malfoy. Answer my question.” I growled at him, approaching him…only stopping when I was feet away from him. He was about as tall as James…which meant that he towered over me.
He shook his head stubbornly and responded, “You wouldn’t understand. None of your lot would even give themselves the chance to understand.”
“You know, as much as I may consider them my true family…I’m not a Weasley. Yes, I think you’re an arrogant bastard and probably will always think that of you…but I do actually listen. Also…”
I jabbed him hard in the chest. I had to do everything in my willpower to not flinch in pain. Stupid rock hard muscles.
“I happen to know that you and Rose engaged in a rather friendly activity that night at the black lake. Don’t deny it, because I know that my friend doesn’t just make up crap like that.”
I watched his face expression morph from hatred to shock. His face paled and he backed up a bit.
“Why the hell would she tell you?” He spat at me furiously.
This pissed me off. I clenched my fists and answered through clenched teeth, “Because the poor girl can’t just keep something like that to herself. Everyone in her family would bring the two of you in and smash your heads open with bludgers and eat you for dinner. I’m the only one who can keep it in confidence while not exploding on her.”
“So…so you haven’t…told…” He stuttered.
I rolled my eyes at him. He is so pathetic. “No. I haven’t told anyone. Nor do I plan to. But I think that Lily ought to know.”
“Are you mad!??” He yelled at me.
I smirked back at him, ignoring my growing irritation and migraine. “Maybe. I’m just letting you know that both girls are smitten with you and they’re about ready to murder each other. It’s been like that all summer. No one can take it. You need to stop playing them out and make up your mind.”
“I’m not playing…” He started.
“Just shut up.” I growled. When he closed his mouth, I continued.
“I’m warning you Malfoy. You need to make yourself clear to those girls. I also think that Rose has some explaining to do as well. If you keep this up…I swear to Dobby’s sacred sock that I will take my wand and shove it up your ass. I will also make sure that it hurts like hell.” Saying these words was like therapy. For once in a long time, I’m not holding any of my thoughts back. I felt relief rush through my body…as well as satisfaction as Scorpius’s face bore a rather frightened and shocked look.
“You are stark raving mad, Smithson.” He spat at me.
I just laughed as I turned on my heel, leaving a seething Malfoy in my wake. Now time to go back and face more of the hell.
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