Chapter 3 : Love rule #3
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Love rule #3 - There is such thing as love at first sight – or obsession at first glance
The next morning, I found myself outside of Master Treelore’s office just after the crack of dawn. I spotted the gym sign on sheet straight away – it already had several names on it. Just as I was digging a quill out of my bag to add my name, the door to his office opened.
“Ah, Miss Weasley,” he said with a smile, “Welcome back to school. I trust you had a good holiday?”
I smiled at him. Treelore always had been one of my favourite teachers at this school. We’d bonded in the hospital wing over several Weasleys injured from quiddich. “It was excellent sir, and yourself?”
“Most excellent. Signing up for the gym? That’s it just over there,” he nodded towards a door further down the corridor, and I quickly scribbled my name down before hurrying towards it.
Opening the door, I was confronted with a very muggle concept – there were mirrors down the walls, weights, treadmills, bike machines, everything. I gasped in delight. Now I had no excuse not to be fit!
“Excuse me sir,” I said to Treelore who was standing behind me, surveying his new gym with a fond expression, “I’m just going to grab my workout gear then I’ll be right back!”
I was so excited I couldn’t wait another day to try it. Back in no time at all, I spent the next hour going from one machine to another, ignoring my hunger and the occasional dizzy spell I experienced. To my surprise, Albus turned up not long after, and we spent some time laughing at each other on the gym equipment and trying to lift stupid amounts of weight on the machines.
“This is probably why they don’t want immature, young students in here; they might do themselves an injury!” I gasped out between laughing. I grabbed my camera from my purse and took a picture of my idiot cousin. Albus fell off the seat and onto the floor from laughing, pretending he had huge muscles, when the door suddenly opened. I stopped my giggles so abruptly that Albus looked up.
“Hey, Scorp, man! I was just showing my little cousin my huge muscles,” he said, standing up and posing. Malfoy had just walked in and raised an eyebrow, and I saw that Jacob was behind him. I bit back a sigh. There was no way I was going to keep exercising with these three in here. I mumbled an excuse and gathered up my gear. Halfway down the corridor, I was stopped.
“Hey Rose, wait up!” It was Jake, running after me. He almost crashed into me, as if he didn’t think I’d stop so fast.
“What’s up, Jake?” I asked conversationally. He suddenly looked awkward, and turned a bit pink around the ears. I was about to raise an eyebrow at his behaviour before I remembered that that was what Malfoy did.
“I, ah – I um was wondering, like, if maybe you were free for the uh next erm Hogsmeade weekend maybe?” He said in a rush, looking everywhere but me.
My heart skipped – Jake may or may not have liked me since our first year, but this was the first time he (or any other boy for that matter) had ever asked me out. I tried not to stare at him like he had two heads, my mind whirling the whole time.
I’d be crazy not to say yes to any guy. However, as it turns out, I am crazy.
“Oh, wow Jake – um can I think about it? I’ll let you know really soon,” I said, thinking quickly and making things up. “There’s just this.. thing that I have to do, then I’ll come and find you, okay?”
The coward I am, I ran off before he could even say anything. Good grief, Merlin and Nicholas Flammel. Don’t get me wrong – Jake is great and I’ve known him forever, but it was all fine having him like me since he never actually did anything about it. Now I have to be all mature and crap, and decide if I want to go out with him!
Once I was back in my dorm and suitably showered and dressed, I ran to the great hall to see if the girls were there. I may have missed breakfast, but they liked to linger with coffees and the newspaper. To my relief, there they were. I tried to calm down and walk slowly. Sitting down with as much grace as I could muster, I poured myself a black coffee and cleared my throat.
“Oh, hey Rosie, how was your first night in the head dorm? See any naked Malfoy?” Callie asked, wriggling her eyebrows and pushing her newspaper away.
“Ew gross Cal, that’s Malfoy you’re talking about!”
“Yeah, and he’s fit as anything. I’d go there!”
“You’d go anywhere, Callie!” Sophie piped up with a giggle, and the look of mock hurt on Callie’s face made me laugh out loud.
“Malfoy aside, girls – guess what?” That got their attention straight away. Normally I was a straight-to-the-point kind of girl.
“Ooooh let me guess! Pick me!” Sophie was squirming around in her seat, hand up in the air as if she was in class. The sad bit is, she was completely serious. Sophie was the bubbly, slightly spacey one while Callie was cool and collected – except when playing quiddich.
“Let me see… I pick Sophie!” I said with a grin, and she jumped in the air.
“YES! Okay okay okay I guess… You got asked out by Jacob May!” She said it with a laugh, and Callie snorted her coffee accidently.
“Yeah, that would be the day,” she muttered. I however, didn’t say a thing. When they realised how silent I was, they stared at me. “He didn’t!” Callie cried.
“Jacob May asked you out?!” Sophie screamed at what seemed like the top of her lungs. I winced as several students and Professor Higgins looked up in amusement. Great, now the whole school knew.
“Did you have to yell?” I asked Sophie, and she stuck her tongue out at me.
“Well, what did you say?” Callie asked, leaning forward intensely. It was, after all, her brother we were talking about.
“I said I’d think about it,” I blushed, knowing how childish my answer sounded. Sure enough, Callie rolled her eyes.
“But do you like him like that?” Soph asked seriously, and I shrugged.
“I’ve never really thought about it. I guess I could learn to like him?"
“Urgh, you’re so unromantic!” Soph sighed.
“He’s liked you since our first year. Love at first sight or some crap,” Callie said with a laugh.
“Or obsession at first glance!” Soph chimed in.
“If you say yes but you don’t like him after the first date, just promise me you’ll break it off. I don’t want him to get hurt. He is my twin after all,” Callie said, and I nodded.
“I guess I can give it a go, right? And if it doesn’t work out, then it doesn’t work out. I’ll find him and tell him some time before school goes back in two days.” The girls nodded and then squealed excitedly.
“Our little girl is so grown up!”
It turned out that I had to give Jake my answer sooner than I thought. Sophie, Callie and I were going for an afternoon run in the woods around the castle and lake (my muscles protesting the whole way, but I truly loved the steadiness and soothing power of running) when we chanced upon Albus and Jake coming in the opposite direction. I couldn’t help but notice the way Jake’s shirt stuck to him and how he flicked his hair out of his eyes.
I mentally shook my head. Seriously, Rose? He asked you out on a date and you’re already being lame?
“Here’s your chance!” Soph said in an out-of-breath undertone. When we all met on the path, Sophie and Callie eagerly grabbed Albus’ arms and started back towards the castle, while he protested in confusion – “Why do crazy women always drag me places against my will?” I couldn’t help but giggle at his plight. Once Callie got her claws into him, she wouldn’t let go.
Then I remembered where I was – in the woods, hot and sweaty and unattractive, with an extremely attractive boy waiting to know whether I wanted to go out with him or not. I mentally shook my head and stopped myself from screaming out “OF COURSE I’LL GO OUT WITH YOU!”
Instead, I smiled shyly at him and motioned towards the castle. He nodded, and we started walking slowly. I was relieved. Having not eaten much in the last few days and exercising far too much, I was getting pretty tired and dizzy.
Jake didn’t even give me a chance to wallow in awkward silence.
“So did you think about it? I really like you, Rose,” he said, sounding more composed than that morning. I turned, if possible, even redder than my run had already made me, looking shyly at the ground.
Wow, seriously? I guess I now know what it takes to shut me up – a date proposition. And I don't even know if I like the kid like that!
“Okay,” I finally said shyly. Why not? It was all mega random and pretty sudden, but I could grow to like the guy, maybe. It was just a date, after all.
“Pardon?” he asked, a smile in his voice.
“I said yes,” shoving at his ribs. He laughed and grabbed me up in a bear hug. Amazing – I wasn’t the smallest of girls and here he was picking me up! He abruptly put me down, looking embarrassed.
“Uh, sorry, I’m just pretty happy. Thanks Rose, we’re going to have a great time.” With that, we continued back to the castle, sometimes talking and sometimes keeping silent.
Merlin, it was weird.
I wandered into the library that night, hoping to find Madam Pine. She had started her job as the librarian in the same year that I started my first year, and we were good friends. She was relatively young, blonde, had big boobs and so consquenty half of the male population at Hogwarts wanted to shag her.
"Hello, Rose," she said, giving me a quick hug as I walked through the door, "So I was reading Witch Weekly this morning and I saw that Teddy Lupin is single again. And you have my muggle phone number and you said Teddy isn't muggle-retarded and has a phone so you should give him my number, we can get pissed off cheap wine, and shag like the mammals we are. And then he can take me to the Bahamas, propose and get me pregnant with cute little semi-werewolf babies."
I didn't even blink. When I said that Pine was young, I meant she was young. She was also completely in love with Teddy, in case that wasn't very obvious.
Or perhaps in 'lust' would be a better alternative.
"Sorry, Piney. He is still very much in love with Vic. In fact, they're engaged! But you can't tell anyone, there's going to be a media release soon. Think of it as your insider information," I giggled, winking at her. She looked downcast and heaved a great sigh.
"I guess I'll have to be happy for him then. Perhaps he'll take a mistress? Maybe Victoire doesn't need to know?"
"Can you at least get me a wedding invite?" she asked, looking hopeful again.
"Sure, honey." This time I grinned - I didn't even have my invite, and I was going to be part of the wedding party! The happy couple had announced their news (finally!) only at the start of summer.
"Great. So, how were your hols, then?"
I found out after I showered later that evening and went down into the common room that news travels fast around Hogwarts. Malfoy had spread himself across a lounge with a book, and raised an eyebrow when I came down the stairs. What was with him and his damn eyebrows?
“So, Weasley has a date,” he drawled, and I just know I blushed. Blame my stupid red (it’s auburn!) hair.
“So what if I do?” I challenged, and he shrugged.
“Like it’s anything to me,” he said, and I was confused. So why bring it up in the first place then? I gingerly sat down on a couch opposite him. His mean words from the train still rang in my head, and I was determined to make him see me as something different.
“What classes are you taking this year?” I asked as pleasantly as possible. He stared at me as if I’d asked him if he preferred showering with me or sleeping with the giant squid.
“Seriously, Weasley?” he asked, shutting his book with a loud snap and startling me.
“We’ve only had the exact same classes from our first year, all through OWLs and now we’re doing the same NEWTs. Don’t you notice anything except yourself?”
“Well sor-ry for trying to make conversation!” I said, frustrated. Did we really have all of the same classes? I thought I would have noticed someone as annoying as Malfoy. Then again, Albus and I were in the same classes, and you’re sure to find Albus and Malfoy together.
“In the future, don’t bother trying,” he snapped, getting up from the lounge and walking through the portrait hole without a backwards glance.
What. A. Prat.
So instead of joining my friends for dinner, I went up to my room and caught up on some reading. I wasn’t sulking. At all. I never sulk. What a prat. Prat. Malfoy the Prat. Urgh.
Did I mention that he is a complete and utter p.r.a.t?
The next day I ran down to breakfast on a high.
"First day of school, first day of school, first day of school," I chanted happily, heedless of the looks being thrown my way from grumy school-haters.
I love the smell of new books, and clean, unused parchment. I love new quills, and sitting in the front row so I can hear well. I love the thrill of knowing the answers to the questions, and needless to say I love learning.
I bounded over to the Gryffindor table to be confronted with gloomy, yawning faces. Pouring myself a coffee, I grinned and nudged the person nearest to me, who happened to be Freddie.
“Don’t you just love school?” I gushed, throwing my arm around him in a side hug. He mumbled something unintelligible and shoved some eggs in his mouth. Freddie and Albus were lucky. They both escaped the Weasley red hair and ended up with dark curls. And Fred had his mum’s, Aunty Angelina’s, beautiful skin, just a few shades lighter.
“You're the craziest bird I know,” I heard him mumble, and I poured him some coffee in response.
“Just wait until she has her first essay,” Sophie piped up from across the table. She then promptly turned pink when Freddie grinned at her and rolled his eyes. He swallowed his latest mouthful of food and turned to me.
“Oi Rosie, reckon you can help me with something?”
Of course I said yes. Fred was one of my favourite people to be around and he was so easy going.
“Well,” he continued, “I spoke to Professor McGonagall last night, and she says I need a tutor if I’m going to do NEWT transfiguration."
I smiled at him. Of course I’ll help! I said as much, and he grinned at me and shoved his elbow in my side so that I was pushed unceremoniously into the person sitting next to me.
I think that was Fred for ‘thank you’.
Turning around to apologize to whomever I'd been shoved into, I found myself face to face with Malfoy. His wide blue eyes were amused and he had his usual eyebrow raised. One day, I was going to wax it off just when he least expected. Merlin, he annoyed me.
“Sorry,” I muttered churlishly, taking a sip of coffee. That was all he was going to get out of me. He shrugged and turned back to his Daily Prophet. Urgh, even that made me mad. Of course he had to be all cultured and crap, and read the newspaper every day... Even if Callie, Sophie and I did it every weekend - it's beside the point! Malfoy sucked Hippogryff poo.
“When is the first quiddich game?” one of the girls from my old dorm asked from where she was sitting beside Callie. Her name was Anna Hart, and she was lovely. She was definitely asking the right question to the right people, too. The majority of the Gryffindor quiddich team was sitting in the vicinity. Callie, Sophie, Malfoy, Fred and Albus. The other two players, a beater and a chaser, were in the years below and not in the hall yet.
“End of October,” Callie the captain said, and I knew straight away that any chance for normal, school-centred conversation was gone. The moment quiddich was mentioned, the end result was usually a screaming match between players or a brawl. Malfoy even put down his newspaper in honour of the occasion.
With a sigh, I pushed back my chair and picked my bag up. May as well get to my first class of the day. Timetables had been handed out the night before, and I had transfiguration first up. It’s not that I don’t like quiddich – I love it – but on the first day of the school year, I had more important things to think about.
I made my way through the almost-deserted halls until I found the right classroom on the opposite side of the school. Everyone was still in their dorms or down at breakfast, so all I could hear was a bird outside the window and the occasional clank from a suit of armour. With a happy sigh, I slid down the wall, pulled out a book and started to read. Bliss.
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