Chapter 2 : Trophy Boyfriend-Girlfriend
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"And I'm going to be your trophy girlfriend so that you can prove once and for all that you can keep a steady girlfriend for more than two months."
James and I nodded to each other. Really, it was a wonderful plan. Fool proof. James would get 200 galleons (from his cousin no less) and I wouldn’t look like a fool in front of my best friend and ex. It was definitely a win-win. And that was just the start.
James, being the stupid shit-for-brains guy that he is, made a bet with his cousin Fred Weasley (tall black bloke who’s the beater for Gryffindor Quidditch Team, can’t miss him) over our relationship.
The bet was this: James had to date me for at least two months and he would receive 200 galleons. If he failed to do so, James would have to hand over his top-of-the-line Firebolt and volunteer to take Roxy (Freddie’s sister) shopping. Apparently, Roxy was very…demanding when it came to shopping.
On that note, let me be the first to tell you that the Potter-Weasley clan is huge. I don’t understand why their parents felt the need to have so many children.
Hogwarts should just be renamed Potter-Weasley School for Witchcraft and Wizardry.
“Oh c’mon Maya. You have to meet the clan otherwise they won’t believe me. Freddie thinks I’ve made you up. Albus and Lily are pretty suspicious too. I’ll protect you, promise.”
I let out a long sigh, and his eyes turned even more pleading if possible. James was trying to convince me to meet the rest of his family. I thought this happened way later in a relationship, but apparently that didn’t happen in this family. Every girlfriend/boyfriend had to come around for “evaluation” as James put it.
It sounded like the bloody Inquisition.
“But James… This is ridiculous. Why can’t they accept that I’m your girlfriend?”
“They can…but Freddie wants to meet you because you-know-what. And my brother and sister want to make sure I haven’t made you up. They can’t believe I’m not dating a slag.”
With another sigh, I rolled my eyes and nodded. The charming smile that appeared on his face was almost worth it. It still amazed me that he had agreed, even if there were benefits for him too. He reached for my hand as if it were perfectly normal and began walking towards the Gryffindor Common Room.
I stared at our intertwined hands for a couple moments before following after him.
“So this is the Maya Patil you’ve been talking about.”
What am I-a piece of clothing? A piece of furniture? I awkwardly stood in the middle of a circle mostly made up of red heads and their respective friends or significant others. James was sitting in front of me, grinning like a chesire cat. Traitor. He had left me the minute I was in the middle.
And then I realized something. He called me Patil. Really? I could feel my face turning red as it did when I was embarrassed or angry. I was feeling a mixture of both.
Why did Patil bother me so much? Because ever since I came to bleeding Hogwarts, everyone refers to me as Patil. It’s as if the Hogwarts population can’t say Patel to save their lives. It’s the difference of a letter. A bloody letter.
I think it had to do with the twin Patils who fought during the War that the Potters and Weasleys were in.
Still. They weren’t that important. One of the twins didn’t even fight. Of course, that twin had been a Ravenclaw so I can’t blame her really. Smart instincts and all.
The kicker? Their last names weren’t even Patil anymore.
Actually, their kids go to the school. There’s Parvati Davies. She has a son – Troy Davies. He’s actually a pretty nice guy in my year, but don’t be fooled. He’s kickass on the Quidditch Pitch. Troy is the captain of the Ravenclaw Quidditch. James claims that Troy is a twat. Honestly.
Then there’s Padma Spencer (which if you ask me is a horrible name). She has twin daughters. Annoying sixth year bints the two of them were. There’s Samira Spencer. She’s a Slytherin (no surprise there) and is definitely one of the sluttiest people for miles. They say that she hasn’t worn something past mid-thigh since First Year.
The other twin, Sonia Spencer, is a bit nicer. She’s a Hufflepuff. I can sum her up in a couple words: a royal pain in the ass. She loves to whine about anything and everything. She’s the Queen of it. You can hear her all the way from the other side of the hallway going on about how bloody fit Albus Potter was.
I don’t know what went wrong with Padma’s kids.
Ah, I digress again. I noticed that Fred was mid-lecture, going on about something or other. Merlin did he like to hear himself talk.
“My name’s not Patil you daft moron. It’s Patel. And has anyone told you that you talk a lot? What are you? James’s keeper?”
And suddenly, everything was quiet. Everyone was staring at me, mouths gaping. Oh word vomit, why you choose such bad moments? I gaped right back, unbelieving that I had just said that. I had insulted James’s cousin and best friend. I turned to James, who was staring at me, amusement evident in his eyes.
Fred spluttered, trying to find the appropriate response. Slow, but loud clapping came from my side and I turned to see that it was Albus, who was trying to hold in laughter.
“I like her James. She put Freddie in his place.”
With that, the tension was broken and everyone began to laugh. I joined in, noticing Fred’s indignant expression. He called for silence and soon everyone began to quiet down. He looked at me, his stare intense.
“What are your intentions for my boy James here?”
“I’m going to use his fame and money to get what I want. Soon after we graduate, we’ll marry. And then I’ll divorce him and take his money. Satisfied?”
I raised an eyebrow and crossed my arms. If he was going to ask stupid questions, I was going to give stupid answers.
“Wait, are you serious?”
“No, you dimwit! We’re dating. I don’t need to justify it.”
“Yeah well who knows?! Maybe you’re using reverse psychology on me! Everyone knows Ravenclaws are shady.”
“You’re bloody cousin’s boyfriend is in Ravenclaw!”
“Exactly my point!”
“Hey! Did you just call Lance shady? I’m going to kill you, Fred, you stupid-“
“Oh Dom. Didn’t see you there. I was just kidding, I swear.”
And then Dom started to chase Fred around the Common Room. I looked at James, but he was still amused. I walked over and took up Fred’s vacated spot.
“That wasn’t so bad, was it?”
I rolled my eyes. No, it wasn’t that bad. All I had done was embarrass Fred, and possibly got a death warrant on him (courtesy of Dominique Weasley). James laughed quietly and wrapped his arm around my shoulders, and I leaned my head against his chest.
We could’ve been a real couple in that moment.
The Potter family accepted me, so everyone else did too. Even when I was on my own, I was greeted by at least twenty different people. I didn’t know who half of them even were.
At least the relationship helped get over Stella-the-Bint. Kind of. It happened like this: Lorcan has a best friend named Belle Lazarus.
Belle is literally the sweetest, most down-to-earth, most intuitive person you will ever meet in your life. She is so little and perfect. She’s nice to everyone; even to those slimy Slytherin kids no one talks to.
One day, she just sat next to me at the Ravenclaw table and ate with me. We talked about nothing at all-just chatting about life in general. I found out that we actually had a couple classes together, so we had taken to sitting next to each other.
It turned out that Belle didn’t actually have a close friend, with the exception of Lorcan. Lorcan was her very best friend, and they constantly did things together. However, she was finding that with his Quidditch schedule and Head Boy duties, there was barely any time for the two of them.
That posed a problem for Belle. She couldn't stand to be alone, for reasons unbeknowst to me. So I happily filled in the position while Lorcan was gone and that worked out just fine for the both of us.
I hadn’t forgotten about Stella, though. I still see her around, with her trying to catch my eye and me avoiding hers. I think she’s trying to reach out to me, but I didn’t think I could do the same. She had betrayed me.
There’s another rule that’s fairly simple to remember:
Friendship before love. Always.
Fairly simple rule. All it meant that was don’t forget who was there before the guy. Don’t forget where you’re coming from. Plus, it was a life lesson. You have to be friends before you can fall in love. But this didn’t stop Stella from tearing our friendship apart for a bloody snog in the hallway.
It hurt that even though I was ignoring her, she had made no attempt to talk to me. To even try and salvage our six year friendship. Instead, she was spending more time with Schmidt, much to my dismay. I wanted to march over to her and shake her shoulders. I wanted to ask her, “Why are you doing this to yourself?!” I wanted to hug her and for things to go back to the way they were.
They couldn’t. Not anymore.
Instead, I spent a lot more time in the Music Room.
A while ago, the Hogwarts school board figured that students needed more of an exposure to the arts (which is beyond me), so they added a bunch of arts classes. Of course, half of those failed but a couple stuck. Such as my favorite, music.
I love singing. Ever since I was little, I’ve loved to sing. My mother used to sing along with me too, back when she was healthy. There’s something so freeing about singing about feelings and emotions. It’s really an experience. I’d say I’m a decent singer. I especially love singing Muggle songs. They’re always ten times more interesting than Wizarding songs.
Celestina Warbeck has nothing on Coldplay.
Anyways, I joined as a scrawny little First Year. Turns out good ol’ Flitwick knows more than a good charm or two. He’s the Professor for Music. We usually practice a lot, singing whatever we want. Truthfully, it’s more a music appreciation class. We don’t really perform for the rest of the student body because Headmaster Blake deemed it a distraction to the rest of the population during dinner. Distraction my ass.
Still, music was my escape, my paradise. The Music Room was the one place I could go where I would only be judged on my performance and nothing else. It was wonderful really.
And that’s where James found me the Friday before Hogsmeade day.
Bless your soul, you got your head in the clouds
You made a fool out of you and, boy, she’s bringing you down
She made your heart melt but you’re cold to the core
Now rumour has it, she ain’t got your love anymore…
I felt a hand on my shoulder and spun around, heart practically in my throat. It was James. I rolled me eyes and slapped his shoulder playfully. He tucked a large piece of paper into his pocket before looking at me.
“Where’d you learn to sing like that?”
“I’ve always been able to sing like that. Well, I mean, with practice.”
He nodded, a thoughtful look on his face. Suddenly, a look of realization appeared on his face. James looked down at me.
“Tomorrow’s Hogsmeade, and Fred wanted to go on a double date with us. Something about wanting to scare off the bird and that you were the right person for the job. And we need to show everyone that we’re together.”
Scare off a girl? Poor girl. I was mildly indignant that Fred believed I could scare her off. It was true what James was saying. We needed to show everyone that we were in a relationship lest everyone think that we were just faking it. We needed to prove to everyone (especially Nathaniel) that we were in a serious relationship. I nodded in agreement to his words.
“Meet me at 11 in the Great Hall then.”
A/N: Hello all! Here is the second chapter. I'm pretty sure this is some type of record. What do you think? It's not my best by far, but I really like the length. This gives a small, tiny, barely there picture into Maya's life. In the first chapter, I had hinted in the beginning about her music & boating. So stay tuned. It definitely plays a part. Do you like the Potter family? I didn't mention much about them, but I really like Fred. He'll be playing apart as well as Belle. Stay tuned and find out more. Remember let me know if you find any mistakes.
DISCLAIMER. Whatever you recognize in this chapter isn’t mine. The lyrics belong to Rumor Has It by Adele.
Please leave a review and hit me with what you got! Like it? Hate it? Want more James? Want some hot Quidditch players? Suggestions? Tell me!
Next chapter will be about Hogsmeade, and I can guarantee that Nathaniel & Maya will be there. (:
Until next time, Tara.
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