Chapter 5 : Chapter 5
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Some of you have been asking for longer chapters, and this one is 2,928 words long. Long enough? Tell me.
My head is stuck in the clouds
She begs me to come down, says 'Boy, quit foolin' around
I told her, 'I love the view from up here, warm sun, and wind in my ear
We'll watch the world from above, as it turns to the rhythm of love
--Plain White T's, Rhythm of Love
“Pot-ter, Pot-ter, Pot-ter, POT-TER!” Albus was standing on the table, a red and gold Gryffindor banner tied around his neck like a cape and red faced as the crowd screamed his name. I watched him with a small smile, sipping from my bottle of butterbeer. I wouldn’t get drunk tonight. I wouldn’t get drunk at Hogwarts. I had too many secrets to spill, and I became very talkative when drunk.
“Hey! Hey, hey!” Albus yelled. “I couldn’t have done it without my amazing team—where are you guys?” Albus was too drunk to find them, but I knew exactly where every single team member was.
Sam was making jokes with Hugo to a bunch of fourth year girls. Rae was arguing with a fellow sixth year. Marianna was dancing on the dance floor with her friends. Dominique was snogging a poor sixth year. Aidan was getting drunk with Scorpius.
“And my amazing strategist, Delilah Miller! Delilah! Come on up!” He called, his eyes lighting on me. I turned red as he pulled me up on the table with him. He slung his arm around my shoulders and ruffled my hair. “Yeah, Delilah!”
I blushed even more and ducked out from under his arm, stepping off the table and making my way to the bar. I was out of butterbeer.
“Hey!” I looked over. Tyler Paras, the boy I had met in the hallway, was sitting next to me, sloshing around the contents of his drink. “You’re the Gryffindor strategist? I had no idea!”
I shrugged. “What are you doing here? Aren’t you in Ravenclaw?”
“I have a buddy here.” Tyler told me. “He let me in. ‘Sides, the Gryffindors can’t possibly drink this much alcohol all on their lonesome.”
I laughed. “You’re probably right.”
“How ‘bout I buy you a drink. What d’you want?”
“You realize the drinks are free, right?”
“D’you want one or not?”
I hesitated. I had promised myself I wouldn’t get drunk. But Tyler seemed to like me, and maybe if we got drunk enough, things would happen, and we would end up together. Which would be beneficial to the Plan.
Or maybe I just wanted a drink.
“Troll’s Leg, please.” I said, grinning.
Two drinks, three shots, and a heated snogging session behind a tapestry later, Tyler and I were officially ‘together’.
I stumbled up to my dorm, painfully aware of the killer hangover I would have tomorrow.
“Aidan—hey, Aidan!” The second year boy who Deandra had been calling to glanced behind him. Seeing it was her, he sped up, trying to lose her in the crowd.
“Aidan!” Deandra exclaimed, catching his sleeve. “What’s going on? Why aren’t you guys talking to me?”
Aidan pulled his sleeve out of Deandra’s grasp. “You know why,” He snarled. “Don’t talk to me.”
“Wha—no, I don’t know!” Deandra said, running after her cousin. “Aidan! AIDAN!” But Aidan turned into a classroom, and Deandra was left in the middle of the corridor, being buffeted by students. She stared at the door through which Aidan had vanished.
What had Aidan meant? What did she do?
At breakfast the next morning, Al showed no sign that he remembered what happened the night of the party. He had gotten too drunk. I snickered into my food when he asked why the third year girls were looking at him weirdly. He had been dared to run around the castle with nothing but peanut butter covering him, and the girls had witnessed it when they popped into the Common room to grab something they had forgotten.
But he did have a killer hangover, as did most of the upperclassmen Gryffindor in the school. If it wasn’t for Athena’s hangover potion (apparently she was top in the year at Potions) we would all be in very big trouble with McGonagall if she had noticed. Underage drinking was strictly prohibited on school grounds.
I was walking to Charms when Tyler appeared in front of me grinning. I smiled at him, already regretting what I had agreed to last night. He seemed a lot less appealing without alcohol.
“Hey,” He said, taking my hand. “What class do you have next?”
“Charms.” I answered, forcing a smile on my face. “You?”
“Charms.” He responded, and I internally groaned. “I never noticed you in that class before. I wonder why?”
The next week dragged by. It seemed like all Tyler wanted to do was snog, or show me off to his friends. I was becoming increasingly irritated with him, and when he suggested a snog on Saturday, I snapped at him.
“Is that all you want to date me for? So you can snog me?” I demanded.
I hadn’t given him a chance to answer. I just stormed off. I didn’t get far, though, before a hand shot out from behind a tapestry and dragged me in.
The hand turned out to belong to Scorpius. “You know, I’m really sick and tired of males dragging me into small enclosed spaces.” I said, glaring at him.
Scorpius shrugged. “Not my fault you spend all your time snogging Paras in broom closets.” He said. I glared at him.
“What do you want, Scorpius?”
“I want you to tell me how to ask Rose to Hogsmeade.” He said, looking at me expectantly.
“What, do you expect me to know the secret to asking Rose out?” I asked. “I’ve known her for a total of what, two months? Ask Athena or Molly or even Dominique. They’ll know.”
“Athena doesn’t like me, I don’t like talking to Molly, Dom’ll get her feelings hurt.” Scorpius listed. “She kind of likes me.”
“She’s an idiot.” I muttered. “Listen, I don’t know how Rose would like to be asked, but I know how a normal girl would like to be asked—not that Rose qualifies as a normal girl, but regardless…”
“I can’t believe you’re making me do this with you.” I hissed at Scorpius.
“Shut up, she’s coming!” He responded.
I was currently hiding in a broom closet, waiting for Rose to come by so Scorpius could ask her out the way I told him to. He, for reasons unknown, wanted me to be, and I quote, his ‘super awesome amazing backup plan!’ If he wasn’t so intent on asking Rose to Hogsmeade, I would be concerned about his sexuality.
“Crap—go, Scorpius!” I said. I pushed him out into the corridor and closed the broom closet door, keeping it slightly open so I could see Scorpius and Rose.
“Hey, Rose!” Scorpius said, stuffing his hands in his pockets, trying to look cool. Rose shrieked and dropped all of the books she was carrying. She turned red and bent down to retrieve them, but Scorpius was already there, arranging them into a neat pile and giving them back to her.
“Oh—thank you.” Rose said.
There was a moment of silence where Rose stared at Scorpius’s forehead and Scorpius fiddled with his shirt.
“So,” Scorpius said, breaking it. “Hogsmeade weekend’s coming up.”
“Yeah,” Rose said, turning progressively redder.
“You going with anyone?”
“No,” Rose said.
Another awkward silence. I leant back against the back of the closet. This was painful to watch. Scorpius had deviated from the plan we had a long time ago.
Scorpius glanced toward me. I glared back, even though he couldn’t see me. I wasn’t going out there!
“Are you going with anyone?” Rose asked awkwardly.
“No,” Scorpius said.
“Well, I’ll just go, then.” Rose said, ducking around him and walking as fast as she could without running down the corridor, Scorpius watching her go. Then he turned to me.
“Hey!” He said, ripping open the door. I stayed where I was, and he stepped in. “What was that about? You were supposed to be my backup!”
“You didn’t need it.” I muttered, massaging my temples.
“Yes I did! That didn’t work at all!”
“No, you did not need backup. That was far beyond what I could fix. That was hopeless from the start.”
“Well, I did good in the beginning.” Scorpius said, looking put out.
“You did okay,” I said. “Then your metaphorical conversation plane’s engine failed and you spiraled to the ground. Crash. Boom. Explosions and other unpleasant things.”
“It was really that bad?” Scorpius asked, looking uncomfortable.
“Scorpius, mate, that was painful to watch.” I said. I clapped him on the shoulder, hopped out of the broom closet, and walked to lunch.
“It’s been a pretty shitty day.” Molly remarked. We were all lying in bed in the dormitory. It was 11:15 pm, and none of us could fall asleep.
“You’ve said.” Dominique grumbled.
“Yeah, that just shows how shitty my day’s been.” Molly responded. “I’ve had to tell you multiple times.”
“No offence, Molls, but I kind of don’t see how your day was shittier than mine.” Rose mumbled. I snorted at this. Rose almost got asked to Hogsmeade by Scorpius Malfoy. Sorry if I fail to see how that makes a day shitty.
“I’m sorry, but none of you have had a shittier day than I had.” Athena said flatly.
“Okay,” I said, getting up. “That’s it. I’m calling an all-dorm sleepover.”
“A what?” Rose asked, sitting up.
“An all-dorm sleepover. C’mon, we used to have them at Salem all the time.” I grabbed my duvet and pillow and laid them on the floor.
“Sounds good to me,” Molly said, grabbing her stuff and laying it out next to mine. “We can’t get to sleep, anyway.”
“But we really should be trying—” Rose said half-heartedly.
“C’mon, Rose, don’t be such a downer.” I said. Athena and Dom were already on the floor with Molly and I. “It’ll be fun. We get to rant about our days.”
“Fine,” Rose said. She dragged herself and her duvet to the floor.
“Alright,” I said. “Athena, you start.”
“Well, you guys all know I like Nathan, right?” She began.
“No, but continue.” I said.
Athena glared at me. I felt a shiver go down my spine. When I had gone to Hogwarts as Deandra, that glare was not good news for me.
“Anyway, he asked Mallory Hopkins to Hogsmeade. She’s a year younger than him. And I got snarglepuff pus on my robes ad in my hair. And Fred Weasley visited today and I accidently ate one of his snackboxes—I was puking all afternoon, and he still made me pay.”
We all murmured sympathetically. Apparently, every girl in the dorm either knew or was unsurprised by the fact that Athena liked Nathan.
“Alright, my turn.” Dom said. “Today wasn’t actually that shitty for me. I got asked to Hogsmeade by Sam—the Chaser Sam. I turned him down of course, he’s in fifth year. But it’s nice to know people like you—”
“Shut up, Dom. You’re making us feel bad.” Rose said. Dom narrowed her eyes at Rose but said nothing.
“Today, I almost got asked to Hogsmeade by Scorpius—” She went on to recount the tale, making her seem like the reason for the awkwardness, not Scorpius. “And I got blood on my robes.” She tacked on as an afterthought.
“6 out of 10, that wasn’t that bad.” Molly said. “Aidan put dead leaves down my front and told everyone I stuff my bra with them. I also got a ‘T’ on my Transfiguration paper—and Al told me I was a mess at life. Also, my parents hate me.” She waved some parchment in our faces. “It says so right here.”
Their attention focused on me, and I shrugged. “I didn’t have that bad of a day.” I shrugged again.
“I think Molly’s was the worst.” Dom said. “Because receiving mail from Uncle Percy and Aunt Audrey is terrifying.”
Rose frowned. “They aren’t that bad.”
“That’s because they actually like you.” Dom retorted.
Rose shrugged. “Well, now I’m tired. I’m going to bed.” She grabbed her blanket and retreated to her bed.
The rest of us agreed that we were now pretty tired and retired to our four-poster beds. I fell asleep quickly.
At breakfast, Aidan was the focal point of my attention. He was a variable in my plan. The only thing I knew that would hurt him was losing at Quidditch, and even that he didn’t seem to care much about. He didn’t seem to have anything to lose.
Well, what do you do then? I asked myself.
Create something for him to lose.
I glanced at Arianna, who was eating with a couple of other girls at the Slytherin table.
I smiled. I had my something.
“Arianna,” I hissed. “Arianna!” I grabbed her shirtsleeve and pulled her behind a tapestry.
“Muffliato.” I whispered, pointing my wand at the tapestry. Then I turned to her. “There’s something I need you to do.”
“What is it?” Arianna asked. “Does it have to do with the plan?”
I explained Aidan to her. “He doesn’t have anything to lose, so I’m going to create something.” I told her.
“Where do I fall into this?” Arianna asked suspiciously.
“I need you to be his something.” I said, crossing my fingers behind my back. She had to say yes. The plan wouldn’t work without her.
A look of dawning realization came over her face. “Ohh…” She said. “I get it now.”
“I guess I have to do it.” Arianna said. “I mean, you can’t go dying on me. I suppose Cinda could do it, but I don’t think she’d approve…”
“Exactly why I’m asking you.” I said.
“I suppose I’ll do it…” Arianna said reluctantly, like she was wasting her time by doing what I asked her. As if she had anything else to do. “I mean, he’s not my type, so I won’t get attached. What’s his favorite food?”
“I’ll ask.” I said, making a mental note to talk Arianna up in front of Aidan. “Thanks, Arianna. For doing this.”
“Anytime, Del.” Arianna said, winking. “You only have to ask.” She pushed aside the tapestry and hopped out.
I waited ten seconds, and then emerged into the corridor.
I felt giddy. For the first time this year, I felt like I was actually going to succeed.
“So,” Tyler said, sliding into the seat next to me during Charms class. We hadn’t talked since I snapped at him. “I was thinking that you and I could go to Hogsmeade next weekend. Meet me in the Entrance Hall? 10:00?”
I glanced up at him. He was staring at me with apologetic eyes, and I remembered why I had wanted to go out with him anyway. I needed to get Al jealous. If I wanted to get him jealous, I had to actually date Tyler. Which involved spending a Hogsmeade weekend with him.
“Alright,” I said. “That sounds good.”
“Great,” He said, flashing me a smile. Then he walked back over to his friends, who clapped him on the back and glanced at me, laughing.
I rolled my eyes and turned back to my essay. Boys.
The rest of the day was a fairly successful day for me. I got Aidan and Arianna talking. I made Scorpius and Rose sit next to each other during lunch, dinner, and nearly every class they took together. I even managed to get in the air on my broom, which Cinda bought for me a couple years ago.
Hogsmeade weekend was upon me before I had time to expect it. The morning of, it was only Dom and I who had dates. Rose, Athena, and Molly were going to spend the trip together. I was jealous of them. They would be spending the day in Honeydukes, or the Three Broomsticks. I had heard from Tyler’s friend that he was planning on taking me to the Hog’s Head.
I dressed quickly, in jeans and my leather jacket, since it was chilly outside. I grabbed my purse, stuffed ten galleons in, and walked down to the Entrance Hall, making sure Al got a glimpse of Tyler and I heading off together.
He was wearing a blue t-shirt that accentuated his eyes and slacks. “Hey,” He greeted. “You ready?”
“Yep.” I said, taking his hand. We walked outside, and I was surprised by how beautiful the colors were. The leaves on the trees were just starting to turn, and there were brilliant oranges, reds, and browns.
I pretty much tuned Tyler out, nodding and saying ‘yeah,’ every once in a while. I was mostly admiring the grounds, the leaves, the colors. If there was one thing I loved, it was fall. It was by far my favorite season.
But soon we had reached the Hog’s Head, and Tyler pulled me inside. I wilted slightly as the sunlight was cut off, and I was instead faced with a dank, moldy, and dilapidated bar.
Tyler led me over to the stools and sat down. He rapped his knuckles on the counter, and a bartender so old he could be my great-grandfather came over. “Aberforth, this is Delilah, my girlfriend.” He said proudly, gesturing at me.
Aberforth scrutinized me for a moment, before guffawing loudly. I jumped. “She can’t be your girlfriend, Paras!” Aberforth laughed. “She’s far too pretty for you!”
Tyler insisted that I was, in fact, his girlfriend, and Aberforth slammed a bottle of butterbeer on the table, completely ignoring me.
I didn’t even excuse myself. When Tyler and Aberforth weren’t looking, I walked right out the door.
I got all the way back to the castle before deciding that it was far too pretty a day to spend it inside. I changed courses to sit under the beach tree by the Black Lake. I nestled in between the roots and made myself comfortable.
My thoughts eventually drifted to May of first year. The month that was absent from my memory. I thought as hard as I could, searching. I came up with nothing. I simply could not remember anything from that month.
I did remember, however, that Aidan’s baby sister and my cousin, died for some reason or another—I was never told how—shortly after.
I eventually dozed off in the roots of the tree, letting the fall breeze play across my face and the gentle sound of the waves lapping up against the sand lull me to sleep.
Ah, yes, Delilah has her moments. I really liked writing this scene because it's one of her calm moments when she's not thinking about the Plan or one of her horrible dreams.
That's it! Review please!
over and out.
EDIT 8.27.12: So, the plot kind of changed, so I'm going to answer those questions again...
1) If one of them is her cousin, how come he never saw her after she transferred? Did she never visit her family? Just like before, after she transferred, she moved to America. Deandra was an orphan at that point, and was living in an orphanage. Aidan's family didn't take her in because they cut ties from Deandra's family.
2) Why did her best friends transfer with her, if they are not really into the idea of her revenge plan? Cinda and Arianna are both very loyal to Deandra, and when they heard what happened in Hogwarts, it was actually Arianna who convinced Deandra to go back, which Deandra was never intending to do, if only to see how everyone was coping without her. Arianna half-hoped that Deandra would get revenge on them. Another reason is that Hogwarts provided a lot more educational options for the girls that Salem didn't.
3)Why did the boys start bullying her after the second year? Did something happen? Did she change? or they? Or are they just plain evil? Something did happen in first year, but if I told you I'd be giving you spoilers :) They aren't just plain evil. I can tell you that both Deandra and the boys are in the wrong in that situation.
Thanks for being so patient while I update this stuff, guys. It's really helpful. Also, just thought I'd tell you that the sequel, Playing Hide and Seek, is up, but read Exchange first if you're a first-time reader! It's so much easier to understand the sequel if you read this first!
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