Chapter 15 : Chapter 15
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I can remember the very first time I cried
How I wiped my eyes and buried the pain inside
All of my memories - good and bad - that's past
Didn't even take the time to realize
~Lonely Girl, Pink
As a side note, I think you should really listen to this song. I wish I could've put all the lyrics down, but I can't. So seriously. Listen to it.
"Delilah!" A voice hissed. I jumped and looked around the deserted classroom that I was sitting in.
"He's back!" Arianna said, glaring at me. "Who?" I asked, but I knew exactly what she was talking about. "Aiden!" Arianna exclaimed. "He looks like we--" She motioned to herself "--never happened!" I shrugged. "What did you expect, Arianna? He got over you."
Arianna looked livid. "What I expected was that you'd have enough sense in you to realize that when he got better, it was a blow to you!"
I finally looked up from my book that I was reading. I had decided to escape from the drama of life for a few hours to read my favorite book, The Tales of Beedle the Bard.
"How is it a blow to me?" I asked calmly. Arianna's face turned red. "I--you made an Unbreakable Vow to make them miserable, Deandra!" The cool look immediately dropped from my face and I scowled at her. "The happier they get, the closer you get to being buried six feet under! Do you understand?"
I slammed my book shut and stood up, my back to the fire. "Yes, Arianna, I understand." I said. My hands were clenched into fists at my sides, and my face was tight with anger. "I understand that you made Aiden miserable at my command. I understand that when you left him, he was holed up in his room for days. He looked like a mess, Arianna! An absolute mess!" Arianna opened her mouth, but I cut her off. "Did you feel anything, Arianna?" I asked. I was fuming. "Did you feel anything when you ripped out his heart and stomped on it?" I didn't wait for an answer. "Because I did. It's hard to believe, but I did, because I love them. Nathan and Scorpius and Aiden are my brothers, and Rose and Dom and Molly are my sisters. And I know that I'll probably die because of it, but they mean something to me, Arianna! So tell me. Did you feel anything?"
Arianna looked stunned. "I--I-- Del, you're going to die!"
"So what?!" I screeched. "Maybe it's worth it!"
I stepped into the Common Room, and stopped right inside the portrait hole. None of my friends were sitting around. It was all younger students that I didn't know.
Then I spotted them. Lauren and Aiden. They were sitting together on the big squashy couch. He was relaxing into the corner of the armrest and the back of the chair, and she was sitting with her back leaning on the armrest and her legs sprawled across the couch. She said something, and he laughed loudly, smiling at her. She grinned back, and he leaned forward and whispered something to her. She giggled in delight.
I almost went over to sit by them, but when I took a couple of steps toward them, I felt like I would be intruding. They looked so happy, Aiden especially. It was the happiest I'd seen him in weeks. I hadn't really known what I was saying to Arianna, but it seemed like I was right. He was getting over her.
Instead, I took the stairs to the girl's dorms two at a time. When I reached my dormitory, Athena was sitting on her bed. She glared at me for a moment, her grey eyes clouded with hate. I held her gaze, but she broke the moment and flicked her wand, making the curtains shut tightly.
I sighed, and looked around my dorm. Now that I was here, I didn't know what I was going to do with myself. My gaze landed on a half-full bottle of red wine. It was sitting on Dom's nightstand, which didn't really surprise me, but I took it. I didn't think she would mind as long as I refilled it. Then, with an odd spurt of Gryffindor courage, I opened the window and climbed, catlike, out of it and onto the roof of the Seventh Year girl's dormitory.
The view was amazing from my perch on the roof. The sun was setting, turning strands of my hair a golden color. I could see Hagrid's hut and the Forbidden Forest, and the lake. The sun, which was half of what it was in the day, was reflected in the calm waters.
I opened the wine bottle and took a sip. It wasn't a very good place to get drunk, a roof. But...I had the wine...and it was a pretty sunset. The only thing that would make it better was Al.
"Can I have some of that?"
I looked over and shrieked, jumping and nearly falling off the roof. I dropped the wine, and the bottle rolled and fell off the roof, the wine pouring from it as it fell to the earth and shattered.
"Fuck!" I cursed, and looked over to see who caused me to jump.
It was Al. Of course.
"Guess not," He chuckled. "Shut up, it's your fault." I snapped. He was quiet, but stayed next to me.
"What're you thinking about?" He asked. I sighed. "Lauren and Aiden. Did you see them?"
"Yeah." Al said. "I'm glad she's helping Aiden. I--I don't think I could stand it if Aiden stayed the way he was." I knew what he meant, even though he wasn't specific. If Aiden stayed the way he was post-Arianna.
Al broke the silence. "So how're you holding up?" He asked. "What do you mean?" I asked. "I know the last couple weeks have been hard for you." He said. "You know...what with Tyler, and then that whole Dom thing, and then the Quidditch injury."
"I'm fine," I said, biting my lip. Al raised his eyebrows at me, and I looked over at him. He seemed to be able to see right through my lie, and I suddenly just broke down. My expression broke and I threw myself into Al's arms, sobbing into his chest. He hugged me tightly, and I felt like I was pouring my heart out to him, in the form of snot and tears getting on his clean white shirt.
Once I stopped crying, I looked up at him, straight into his eyes. He gave me a small smile, and tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear. I sniffled, and smiled back.
His expression changed, flickering to nervousness, and then to determination.
And I knew what was going to happen before it did. He wiped away a loose tear with his thumb. He smiled at me. And then he leaned in and kissed me.
It wasn't like they said in the cheesy romance novels, like fireworks. It was a warm, pleasant feeling in your stomach that started small and then it grew and grew until you felt as if you would burst.
I had always heard that there were three types of kisses, and I had thought up until this point that I had experienced all of them. The one where the horny guy shoved his tongue down your throat, the one where it was just kind of awkward because the guy had just been eating something disgusting, and the sweet, gentle kind.
But I was wrong. I hadn't really experienced the third type until now. It was very sweet and very nice. One hand was cradling my face and the other was making sure that he didn't fall off the roof. And then he pulled away and it was over.
"So, Hogsmeade next weekend? Someplace private?" He wiggled his brows weirdly.
"Okay, all the nice thoughts I was just thinking about you have been canceled out, Albus Severus, that was incredibly cheesy and also incredibly sleazy and I am no longer going on a date with you." I said, half-laughing as I smacked his arm. I really laughed when his face slipped into a boyish pout, and he said, "Aw, Del, don't be like that! Whatever could I do to make it better?"
"Hmm . . ." I said, trying to decide. Then I grinned. "Slave labor and assorted chocolates." He snorted. "How 'bout I just let you kiss me again?"
"That--that could work too," I admitted.
So that's how we spent the rest of the night. Teasing, laughing, and watching the stars come out. Mostly talking, nothing naughty.
A lot of kissing.
"Why didn't we ever do this before?" Al wondered at one point. "Because we were stupid." I said, yawning. "It's pretty late," Al said. "No, I'm not--not tired." I said, contradicting myself with a huge yawn.
"Come on," Al said, picking himself up and helping me to stand. "Let's go." I was too tired to argue, so I let him lead me to the dormitory and tuck me in. "Night, Del." He said softly, planting a kiss on my forehead. "Night, Al," I said, rolling over and snuggling up under the covers.
And I slipped out of reality and into the world of dreams. Nice, warm thoughts going in . . .
But apparently the Unbreakable Vow was going to haunt me forever, even in my sleep.
The alarm rang, and she quickly got up, shutting it off. It read: 6:30. She stepped into the bathroom and took a quick shower. When she got out, she tried her luck at a Drying Charm, and to her surprise and delight, it worked. She smiled and put on her glasses. After quickly dressing in her uniform, she walked down to breakfast. By that time it was seven, and most people were getting up. Some were getting down to breakfast. She quickened her pace. She was off schedule; usually she got down before everybody.
She sat alone at the Gryffindor Table. She usually did this. Nobody ever wanted her to sit by them.
That’s why she was extremely surprised when they sat down next to and around her.
“Hey,” Albus said.
She just stared at him, eyes wide and mouth slightly ajar.
“Er—” Scorpius started. “We, ah, just wanted to say that, er—“
“We’re sorry.” Nathan said. “For everything.” Aiden added.
“It’s okay,” She said. “Thanks.” They all grinned.
As the morning went on, she found that they could be nice if they wanted to. She laughed and joked around with them. She basked in the glares that fan girls were sending her.
“Well, we have to go to class.” Aiden finally said. “Bye.”
“Bye.” She said, and they left.
As soon as they walked out of the Hall, she was jerked upward and hung upside down by her ankle. Her skirt fell down, allowing everyone to observe her bright purple knickers. Below her, golden writing appeared. She read it upside down.
‘Let this be a warning to all of you. If we want to, we can crush everysingle one of you, one by one.’
--A.P., S.M., A.C., N.J.
And right then and there, she made a decision.
She was getting out of Hogwarts.
I awoke with a small shriek. I was panting, my back and bedclothes soaked in sweat and tangled around my legs. For several long moments. I stared at the top of my bed.
Arianna's face seemed to loom out at me in the darkness. Her words, long forgotten since Al had kissed me, echoed around my brain.
"Don't forget what they did to you, Del."
"It's time to face reality!"
"Remember what they did to you? What they did to Deandra?"
What if they turned on me again? It had happened before, after all. I went back to my second year days and remembered the acute sense of betrayal I had felt when they announced me to be 'gross' in front of everybody in the Great Hall. What if they did it again? What if they already knew? What if they were just playing along, and as soon as I was lulled into a false sense of security, they would turn on me and send it all crumbling down?
I needed someone to talk to. Not Lauren, she was too young. I had no idea where Jared had disappeared off to, and I obviously couldn't talk to Rose, Dom, or Molly.
And then it hit me.
Cinda. I needed to talk to Cinda.
Whooo! They kissed! Finally!
But then Delilah had doubts. Why does she always have doubts?
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