The week passed by relatively quickly. I mean, a lot of my friends were still a bit miffed at me, but they were beginning to grudgingly accept that I was going on a date with Kale. This certainly did not mean that they approved of it, however. They also made it very clear that the whole ordeal was to end after one date. I didn’t give them a definitive answer. I wasn’t sure how I would feel after going on a date with Kale, but who knows? Maybe I would want to go out with him again.
That’s if he wanted to go out with me again. Which seemed unlikely if you followed the train of thought most of my team had in saying that I’m not his type.
I still hadn’t forgiven them fully for that.
But it didn’t really matter. It was Saturday morning, and I was getting ready for my date with Kale whether my friends approved or not. Quinn, of course, was helping me get ready. As she put it, she wouldn’t pass up the chance to dress me for the date of the century if her life depended on it. And that was precisely how I found myself in a floral frock that in my opinion, was a bit short. But at least it wasn’t tight, that would have been a double whammy I did not want to deal with.
“You look fabulous!” Quinn squealed delightedly.
“I’m going to be bloody freezing! It’s not all that warm out yet, you know!” I protested as I examined the short dress. And did I mention that it was strapless?
“Wear your grey cardigan. And some black tights. And then shut your mouth because you look damn good and if you complain one more time I’ll have your head.”
“But if you decapitate me, I won’t be able to go out with Kale,” I pointed out, knowing that she was possibly more excited for my date than I was.
“I’ll decapitate you after your date,” she amended smoothly as I did as she said and put on a cardigan and tugged on some tights. It improved the outfit drastically if you ask me.
“I won’t wear heels,” I told her. “It’s too much. I’ll look like I’m trying way too hard.”
She shrugged and tossed a pair of heelless black boots at me. One of them hit me in the face.
“Ow,” I grunted.
“What did I say about complaining?” she asked pointedly.
“You threw a shoe at my face!”
“Details,” she dismissed airily. “Now, your hair is fine. Curse you and your naturally wavy blonde hair,” she said, frowning at a lock of her straight brown hair she held between her fingers. “And you’ve already got a bit of makeup on. I’d say you’re good to go!”
“I look alright?” I asked, feeling a bit self-conscious.
“You look smashing!” she insisted. “Now, you’ve got to meet him in a few minutes, so you better hurry on down to the Entrance Hall.”
“When are you coming along?”
“Oh, in a little while. But don’t mind me. I’ll be with Logan and you’ll be with Kale. And we definitely won’t be interrupting your date. Well, at least I’ll try to keep Logan from rampaging and ruining it. And I thoroughly threatened the other boys, so you should be safe.”
“Aww, Quinn. You’re so sweet. Threatening people for me.”
She giggled and curtsied mockingly. “Now get out of here! Kale’s probably waiting for you.”
I grinned and waved goodbye before leaving the dorm. I didn’t pass by anyone I knew on my way to the Entrance Hall to meet Kale. Just like Quinn predicted, he was waiting for me; leaning against the wall looking effortless and casual and cool and completely godlike. He used his foot to gently propel himself out of his leaning position (it looked so much better than I could possibly describe it; everything about Kale was that way) and smiled as I approached him.
“You look gorgeous,” he said, completely forgoing a standard greeting. He did that elevator eye thing that guys (especially guys like Kale) tend to do, where his eyes scanned up and down my body, finally landing on my own eyes. His eyes seemed to say that he liked what he saw.
I didn’t know whether to be flattered or to feel a bit violated. I think my body decided to settle on a little mixture of both. I was definitely nervous – there was no denying that. But he took my hand, which I hoped wasn’t all that sweaty, and we walked together out the front doors of Hogwarts and followed the crowd of students walking to Hogsmeade.
“Where are we going today?” I asked eventually.
“I was thinking Madam Puddifoot’s. You like that place don’t you?”
He didn’t ask it like he was actually asking me, if that makes any sense. It was more like an assumption; like because I was a girl I obviously liked Madam Puddifoot’s. Which I didn’t. That place really gave me the creeps. it was a bit too frilly and fluffy and cheesy for my taste. It made me a bit uncomfortable to be in there. In fact, I hadn’t really been in there since third year when I had my first date ever on my first Hogsmeade trip ever. I went with a fourth year and he took me to that godforsaken place.
It was a crappy date, in a crappy venue, with a somewhat crappy guy. If I were being honest. I generally wasn’t one for saying bad things like that about people, you know, but he had been exceptionally… strange. I had a bit of a cold at the time and he actually asked if he could have my tissue after I used it. I never spoke to him again after that.
Anyway. I had hope that being there with Kale wouldn’t be quite so traumatic as my first experience. So instead of telling him I’d much prefer somewhere like the Three Broomsticks, where I usually went, I simply nodded and smiled at him in reassurance.
We chatted idly on the way there. Neither one of us seemed to have anything profound to say, which was fine. When we got there, he led me to table in a back corner. I thought that seemed a little weird, since there were lots of open tables, but I shrugged it off.
It was a bit early for lunch, but not excessively so, so we ordered a few pastries and such to share. Perhaps pastries weren’t exactly a healthy lunch, but we were unsupervised minors. It was bound to happen.
“So what’re you looking to do after Hogwarts?” I asked curiously.
“Quidditch,” he answered simply.
Definitely not a surprising answer. In fact, I don’t even know why I bothered to ask him in the first place. Everyone knew that Kale’s life revolved around quidditch. I mean, he was a Ravenclaw so he was a decent student, but he wasn’t as dedicated to his studies as most of the people in his house. He was infinitely more dedicated to quidditch, though. Infinitely.
“That’s great,” I commented. “Have you got any teams looking at you?”
“Quite a few,” he answered with a very smug grin. “But I can’t say which ones. It’s all very private, you see.”
“Of course,” I replied as if this made perfect sense, but he probably didn’t hear me as he had launched into a rant about how all these recruiters were positively hounding him and were all so desperate to have the Kale Harrison on their team.
Kale may have been a bit full of himself. Maybe.
To be honest, I didn’t really listen to much of his rambling monologue. He must have gone on for five minutes. Which was entirely excessive, if you ask me. I had only asked a simple question; I had not anticipated such a longwinded response.
“Oh, look at that,” Kale said, interrupting his own speech in favor of pointing out the window to a pair of boys who appeared to be having chocolate frog races.
Chocolate frog races weren’t my favorite idea of fun, but a lot of people liked to do them occasionally because they were silly and made you laugh. Basically all you did was unleash your chocolate frogs and see who’s hopped the furthest.
“What a bunch of prats,” Kale commented with a laugh.
That’s when I noticed that those ‘prats’ were Adrian and Corey. And yeah, I was a bit frustrated with them, but they were my boys and I didn’t exactly appreciate someone, even Kale Harrison, saying that about them.
“They’re my friends,” I told him pointedly.
“Why?” he asked, and although he was laughing, I knew he actually meant it.
“Because they’re great kids and I love them like my own brothers,” I retorted, crossing my arms across my chest.
“Sorry, sorry,” he retreated, putting his hands up in a surrendering gesture. “I didn’t mean anything by it. Forget I said anything.”
Grudgingly, I nodded my assent.
“Now let’s get out of here,” he suggested, throwing a couple galleons on the table and leading us out of Madam Puddifoot’s.
Can’t say I was sad to leave the place.
We walked around for a little while, occasionally going into shops and looking around a bit. Eventually we found ourselves at Honeyduke’s and while he went to peruse the chocolates, I wandered over to the extensive licorice wand selection.
Licorice wands were a serious vice of mine. I always had a stock on hand and I always had them in every flavor, of which there were many. However, I had recently run out of sour watermelon (because they were my favorite) and I desperately needed to refill my stock. The sour kinds were the best because they had all that yummy sour sugar stuff coated on the outside.
“Gabby,” someone greeted as they walked up to the licorice wand area. I turned to see none other than Al standing before me.
“Hi,” I greeted, a bag of sour watermelon licorice wands gripped in my hand.
“Where’s your date?”
I noted how he didn’t refer to Kale by name.
“Oh, um, I think he’s by the, um, chocolates,” I stuttered out. It felt weird to be talking to Al while I was on a date with Kale, but mostly because I desperately wished I were with Al instead of Kale.
“How’s it going?” he asked.
“Oh… it’s okay. We went to Madam Puddifoot’s.”
Al raised an eyebrow at that – rightfully so. He knew I didn’t like that place
“It wasn’t that bad,” I insisted, even though I really hadn’t enjoyed it all that much.
“Of course,” he appeased. “Well, anyway, I hope you’re enjoying yourself.”
“Potter,” Kale said coolly as he approached, slinging an arm around my shoulders as I carefully studied the tops of my boots.
“Harrison,” Al returned with a curt nod before leaving us.
Kale and I left Honeyduke’s after paying for our things. I noticed Al standing across the way talking to Logan and Quinn and just as I was about to wave to them, Kale pulled me in for a rather unexpected kiss. I was so shocked I couldn’t even react and after a few seconds he pulled away.
I didn’t have to look to know that Al, Logan, and Quinn were all staring at me. Or more likely in Al and Logan’s case: glaring. When I did look at Kale, he was looking at my friend’s. In fact, he was smirking in a rather satisfied way. And suddenly it hit me… Kale didn’t really like me. He wanted to piss off my friends. He was using me.
I had never felt so embarrassed or ashamed in my entire life. I felt tears welling in my eyes at the deep feelings of regret and guilt and humiliation swimming in my heart.
“Don’t ever speak to me again,” I choked out to Kale and quickly spun on my heel, marching back towards Hogwarts, ignoring that calls of my friends.
a/n: yay chapter two! i think there's just going to be one more chapter, so this story won't be all that long. thanks to readers/reviewers/favoriters (new word, yes?). i know this story is silly, but it has been fairly amusing to write. gabby's entertaining to write because she's so... gabby. thanks to all my frandz, you guys are the best!
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