Chapter image by elaine_17 @TDA
Disclaimer: Needless to say, I do not own JKR’s world or anything you recognize. Also The tales of Beedle the Bard are not mine and any references to the tales are officially published in another JKR’s book, if you would like to read them. It is also stated in the book that Hermione translated them. So anyway, this is all a plot of genius in JKR’s mind and we are so lucky that we can play with it! Enjoy!
It was Saturday morning and the entire six-year dorm was getting ready to go to Hogsmeade.
“Who are you going with, Dom?” Rose asked her cousin
“That’s our beater! Did he ask you out that day in the library?”
“Of course. I wasn’t expecting anything else,” she said, running her hands through her hair, “So, how do I look?”
Dom turned around. She was dressed in pink and had a short skirt with lace and bows.
“You look like a unicorn threw up on you,” I told her.
I was in a very bad mood that morning. Maybe it was because they didn’t have my favourite cereal for breakfast, but I think it was mostly that I had to go on a double date with the guy I like and his cousin. And my actual date is his cousin. You could see where I would be upset. We walked down to the entrance hall, where the guys were already waiting.
“Hey, they’re waiting for us,” Rose said.
Anyone can see that.
“Well, good morning, Columbus!” I made a snark comment at Rose.
Oh my god! Did I just say Columbus? What is wrong with me? That day in the library Rose was saying something about him. But that’s not the weird part; the weird part is that I remembered! I’m not sure if this should worry me, I might be sick. I was thinking this over so much, I hardly noticed the hurt look in Rose’s eyes. Well, sorry, don’t be friends with me, if you can’t handle a little sarcasm.
“Hey, Cece,” Louis greeted me with a kiss on the cheek.
I quickly backed away, seeing that Al’s eyes were on us. Megan then came up to us, and hugged Al. He seemed quite willing to return the hug. It’s just the boobs pressing up to him, I’m sure. Stupid sixteen-year-old boys and their hormones.
“Shall we go?” Louis asked.
We all nodded.
“Where are we headed?” Megan asked.
“The three broomsticks?” I suggested.
I think Louis and Al were both a bit relived that I didn’t suggest madam Puddifoots. Do they even know me? I’d rather have my skin pealed off than be surrounded by so much pink. When we came to Hogsmeade Al and Megan were holding hands. I tried hard not to curse her. Louis pushed the door to the three broomsticks open. It was completely packed with students.
“Could we get a table for four?” Al asked.
“There’s only a small table in the back,” the bartender told us.
We squeezed through the crowd and sat down around the table, which was probably meant for two people.
“I’ll get the drinks,” Louis offered.
He left me alone with Al and the Basilisk.
“So, what do you want to do after this?” Megan asked.
“We could just walk around for a bit,” Al suggested.
“What do you want to do, Cece?”
Why was she being nice? She was supposed to be a devil.
“I don’t care.”
I swear I will not like her. I wouldn’t like her even, if she was the last piece of food in this world.
Thankfully Louis came back with the drinks.
“What is this?” Megan asked, pointing at the pints.
“Are you kidding me? You don’t have butterbeer in America?” Al asked and se shook her head.
“Well, then enjoy,” Louis said, handing her the drink.
She immediately took a big sip and then shrieked.
“This is hot!”
“No shit, Sherlock,” I said half-quietly.
Nobody seemed to hear me and Al was trying to make Megan’s tongue “ouwie” as she called it, feel better.
Louis caught my eye and winked and then got a hold of my hand under the table. Oh-oh. This is not good. I need to get out of this situation without hurting his feelings.
“Sorry, I just need to nip to the loo,” I said, getting up.
I headed for the restroom and sighed as I looked at myself in the mirror. Why didn’t Al like me? The door opened and I quickly straightened myself up. It was Megan and she smiled at me.
“Al said to run my tongue under some cold water.”
She did so and I considered knocking her on the head with a toilet-brush since she was in a moment of weakness. But as I dollied over which one to use, Megan’s tongue had apparently started feeling better as she suggested we headed over to the guys.
“We’ve just paid, so we can head out if you want?” Al said, getting up.
“Yeah, I’m sure Megan wants to see the village, since it’s her first time here,” Louis offered.
“Yeah, I’d love too,” Megan said enthusiastically, whilst getting hold of Al’s hand.
We went out onto the street and I saw Rose’s red hair in the distance. She was walking next to Scorpius and I was glad for her.
“I really need to go to Zonko’s joke shop,” Al said.
“But I want to get some more parchment,” Louis contradicted.
“I want to go to Zonko’s as well,” I sided with Al, but not just because it was him. I really had no wish to mop around a smelly bookshop; I’ll leave that to Molly.
“I’ll go with you, Louis,” Megan offered.
Ah, finally a bit of the Ravenclaw quality is breaking through.
“Is that alright Cece?” Louis asked.
“Yeah, that’s fine,” I nodded.
This was turning out better than I hoped. We’ve managed to ditch Megan and Louis (Sorry Lou, it’s not that I don’t like you, it’s just that I prefer Al, as horrible as it sounds).
“Shall we meet here in about half an hour?” Al suggested.
We all agreed and headed in different directions.
“Sorry to split you up with your date,” Al apologized.
“Oh, no! It’s not a date! It’s really not,” I tried convincing him.
“Really?” He gave me a look, “I saw you two holding hands at The three broomsticks.”
Merlin, why? I don’t want him to think I like Louis.
“It’s really not like that,” I assured him. He didn’t seem too convinced, but there was something else on his face. Relief that I wasn’t dating his cousin, maybe? I dropped that thought like a hot potato. Whom was I kidding? Al would never go for me.
“Well what about you and Megan? You seem pretty close?” I nudged the matter a bit further.
“She’s nice and everything, but…” she’s nothing like you! No? He didn’t say that? Well, I must have been mistaken, “…but I just don’t know her that well yet.”
“She seems to like you.”
“Yeah?” he asked and I sadly detected some sort of eagerness in his voice. Why did Columbus have to discover that stupid America? If he didn’t Megan would probably still be over there, minding her own damn business.
“I’ve been meaning to ask you, who’s Sherlock?” Al asked, giving me a cheeky smile.
“Ah, so you heard that?” I said, referring to the comment I made at The three broomsticks.
“Yeah, I did. So, who is he?”
“Seriously?” I asked.
“You don’t know who Sherlock Holmes is?”
“He’s a detective that solves crimes. There are lots of books about him and my dad used to read them to me when I was smaller.”
“Why did he stop?”
I looked at him, puzzled.
“You said used to. Why did he stop?”
Albus Potter is seriously the weirdest guy ever. He’s asking me all these deep, meaningful questions.
“I don’t know,” I shrugged, “I guess I just grew up.”
“Your never to old for fairytales and stories.”
I’m telling you: he is wacko!
“So you’re saying you still read Repunzell and Cinderella?”
“If I would only know what that was,” he chuckled.
“They’re children stories!”
“When I was little my parents used to read to me The tales of Beedle the Bard.”
“The tales of Beedle the Bard,” Al laughed, “Rose’s mum translated them from ancient runes, but they’re more often told at story-time to wizard kids.”
“Really? What are they called?”
“Well, there’s The wizard and the hopping pot, The fountain of fair fortune, The warlock’s hairy heart, Babbity Rabbity and her cackling stump and The tale of the three brothers.”
“Tell me a story,” I pleaded.
“Yes, please,” I looked into his green eyes.
We sat down on a bench, near the Shrieking shack.
“Which one do you want to hear?”
“The wizard and the hopping pot,” I decided.
“There once was an old wizard who helped all the muggles in his village with their problems, but said that he had a magic cauldron that could brew a solution to everything that was bothering them, because he wasn’t aloud to tell them he was a wizard, naturally. But he was old and when he died he left everything to his son. His son was different, he didn’t want to help the muggles and he thought they were unworthy of his powers. So when they came knocking on his door, he sent them away. But when he did so, the pot started showing the same symptoms as the muggles described and it followed him around, hoping on one leg. Like when a woman came, saying her baby was sick, the pot started crying like a baby and because of it, the man couldn’t sleep or eat. Finally he realised what everyone was going through and decided to help them all.”
I have never loved Al as much as I do now. The way he told this to me, just made my heart melt and I could help but swoon as he was looking at me with his big bright eyes.
“That’s a really cheese ending,” I said at last, swallowing with my dry mouth.
“Did you get everything you needed in Zonko’s” and along came Louis, totally breaking the magical moment I was having with Al. Great. Him and Megan were both carrying large bags that seemed to be filled with books.
“Yeah, we got to Zonko’s but we didn’t buy anything,” I said hastily.
I’m not really sure why I lied; I just didn’t want them to know Al was telling me a fairytale this entire time. I looked at Al from the corner of my eye and he nodded along with me.
“Shall we head back, then? It’s getting quite late,” Louis suggested.
“Yes, let’s. It will be lunch time and we all know how Cece likes to eat,” Al smiled warmly, but I could sense there was some uneasiness weighing him down.
We headed back to the castle and sat down to lunch, with which our trip was ended.
A few weeks passed and September was starting to turn into October. I got no further with Louis (thank god for that) and Megan got no further with Al (double thank Merlin for that). Al and me joked around frequently during practice and Care of magical creatures. I had started gaining a bit more confidence and fitness with all the Quidditch I was playing.
“That was a good game today,” James patted me on the shoulder as we were heading back to the changing rooms.
“Where’s Rose?” asked Logan, the keeper.
“She had a meeting with Longbottom. Something about her schedule, you know how much of a nerd she is,” I said, everyone laughing along. We all loved Rose.
We got to the showers and I was alone in the girl’s one since Rose was absent. I couldn’t help imagining Al slipping in to surprise me, if he was my boyfriend. I’m sorry for the inappropriate thoughts, but I didn’t ask you to get in my head.
As I got dry and walked out, James was examining himself in the mirror.
“I wonder… should I grow a beard? It might make me look hm…smarter,” James said, stroking his chin.
“The Elder wand couldn’t make you look or be smart, bro,” Al patted him on the shoulder as he walked out of the shower with just a white towel around his waist. The abs. God, the abs. I have got to get out of here. I quickly went back into the girl’s section, as if I’ve forgotten something and when I returned a safe amount of time later, all of Al’s clothes were in place. Now there was no danger of me forgetting everything I know and/or putting my foot in my mouth (not literally, I’ve not been able to do that since I was five).
“James? Are you coming?” Al was standing by the door and waiting to leave.
“I still need to discuss some tactics with Logan, so you go along little brother.”
I heard Al grumble at the nickname and I think I picked up something along the lines of ‘some parts of me are bigger than yours’, but then he turned to me.
“Are you ready Candy?”
“Not if you call me that, I’m not.”
“Just come on,” he waved to me and then let me pass through the door first. What a gentleman.
It was about a fifteen-minute walk from the pitch to the castle and I was inclined to enjoy every minute of it.
“It’s getting really dark already isn’t it?” I observed.
“Well, it’s over nine o’clock and it is already October, so I’m not that surprised,” Al answered, smiling.
“It’s already nine o’clock? Aren’t practices supposed to last until eight?”
“You know James,” Al laughed, “ I’m sure he over drags them for about half and hour and then we have to shower and change. It’s late before you know it!”
“I guess you’re right.”
“Also the game against the Hufflepuffs is coming up soon, so we’re all working much harder. That’s probably why practices draw longer.”
The conversation about Quidditch died with that.
“Look at the stars,” I gazed at the twinkling lights that were slowly popping up through the sky.
“That’s really beautiful,” Al murmured and I could feel his breath on my neck. It sent shivers all down my spine. He was standing right behind me and it would take just one tiny move of my head, that my lips would meet his.
“Look there’s the northern star,” Al said, pointing up.
“Where?” I asked.
He took my arm into his and pointer it at the sky so that I would see. We dropped our arms but my fingers gently entwined with his. I turned my head to meet his face.
“That’s amazing,” I said, looking at him.
He locked his eyes with mine. There were only a few millimetres between our faces and I could count all the water-drops that were in his only half-dried hair. I breathed deeply and took in his scent. That wonderful Al-ish smell. I couldn’t describe what a wonderful combination of endorphins his skin produced, but every time I was this near him (which wasn’t far often enough, if you ask me), my brain went mad. He removed one lock of hair that was covering the side of my face. When his palm touched my skin my entire body tingled. My heart was pounding against my chest so hard, I was almost afraid he was going to hear it. This was all so confusing and sweetly romantic at the same time. He started closing the space between us and his lips were about to touch mine-
“You know guys, I think I will grow a beard!”
It was exactly like in a movie. All the tension just ripped up as James walked towards us. And I don’t even think he noticed we were in the middle of something, he was just so far in James-land.
“Thanks for waiting up, guys,” he said, patting us both on the back and heading to the castle. Yeah, cause that’s what we were doing. I was so confused I couldn’t even look Al in the eye as I walked behind James.
A/N: I know, I know! This is an awfully cheese and cliché ending and I’m sorry, but please keep the rotten tomatoes to yourself. I hope I didn’t ruin this story for you and please leave me a review telling me that hopefully you haven’t totally given up on me. Again I’m sorry for the sappiness.