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Fighting Their Own Battle by Emilyinlove
Chapter 2 : Being Shy
 
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Chapter Two: Being Shy



I felt like the walls were caving in on me. I couldn't breathe and everything around me was becoming blurry. The room was getting smaller and smaller and I think I was starting to hyperventilate. I was literally this shy. No one was supposed to hear me, let alone see me in so little clothing. My mind was trying to figure out the easiest escape route, but seeing as I wasn't legally allowed to Apparate, and I didn't have wings to jump out the window with, I was screwed. The only place I could hide was under the piano, and even then, I was pretty sure I would be found.

So I didn't do anything. I sat there frozen in place, trying to get myself to breathe again. I glanced over and saw Hunter Middlestone casually leaning against the doorframe as he watched me. He had that adorable half-grin of his plastered on his lips like he so often did.

"You know, it's weird - in all the time that I've known you, I don't think I've ever heard you sing," Hunter mentioned. "You're really good."

My face was burning and I couldn't grasp any of the words that were flitting across my mind. Every time I started to say something, I would start to stutter or it would come out as a little squeak.

What really didn't help matters was that Hunter wasn't wearing a shirt.

Let me explain to you about Hunter Middlestone. My family had been friends with him and his mum for as long as I can remember. His mum and my mum and dad all worked together at the Ministry of Magic, and ever since they met, my mum and his mum had been really close friends. I mean, why wouldn't they be? They had so much in common - they both worked in the Auror department, they both fought in the war, they were both Gryffindors, and they both had kids that were the same age.

So we had grown up together, even though he was better friends with Aidan, Nadia and Teddy. But whenever I looked back at any family events, he and his mum were always there. And ever since I was old enough to actually understand my surroundings, I've fancied him.

How could anyone not? He was a total fittie! He's got chestnut brown hair that always looks like he's just gotten off a broom, and beautiful sky blue eyes. He's tall and completely toned from all his Quidditch practice. That's not to mention how sweet, funny, kind, caring, athletic, smart, and wonderful he is.

So as you can see, I had it bad for him. Which made it even harder for me, possibly the shyest person to ever live, to talk to him. And the fact that he had just heard me sing and that we were both half-naked really wasn't helping matters.

He was staring at me. Why was he staring at me? Why? Was I that repugnant?

He was smiling though...so was it a good thing he was looking at me?

I hated being a teenager.

I found myself watching him and when he realized this, he quickly looking up and slightly over my shoulder. I swear his cheeks went a little pink, but that was probably just my imagination running wild, like usual. He ran a hand through his hair, "Damn Adri, it's like you go on vacation for one month and come back as a completely different person."

How was I any different than the last time he had seen me? It's not like I had gone through any dramatic physical changes like getting my wings (which I really wanted, in case you didn't get that).

"What?" I asked quietly, really confused about what he meant.

"Hmm?" Hunter said before what looked like realization dawned on his face. "Did I just say that out loud?"

I nodded.

"Damn, apparently I've lost my filter," he muttered to himself. "So how has your summer been?"

"Good," I said. "Yours?"

"Boring as hell," Hunter laughed, coming to sit beside me on the piano bench. The room suddenly became very hot. "You guys have been gone for a month on a tropical getaway and in the mean time, I've been stuck here all by my lonesome to do chores. Do you know how sad and pathetic your summer is when you spend it doing chores?"

I laughed a little.

"I think your parents should just give me a key to your place, because I'm sure I could have found a lot more entertaining things to do here," Hunter continued. I was pretty sure if he asked, my parents would actually give him a key. They loved him that much. "Right near the ocean, huge backyard, private grounds, huge televisions and amazing gaming systems. Your house is a guy's paradise."

"I think being stuck doing chores all summer has gotten to your sanity," I commented.

He started laughing. Full-out gut-busting laughing. "I couldn't agree with you more!" He smiled at me. My heart started beating even faster. "That's why I'm playing Quidditch with the twins. Well...I was. But I came in to get a drink and got distracted by your angelic serenading."

I blushed.

"You should come play with us!" Hunter suggested. Obviously Hunter had never seen me attempt to fly a broom, because the end result was not pretty. I had to get a note to excuse me from first year flying lessons. I was that bad.

"I'm not very good at Quidditch."

"Neither is Ryder and we still let him play!" Hunter exclaimed.

"Even more reason not to play."

"Yeah, Ryder can be a bit of an arse sometimes," Hunter agreed. "You know, I think this is the most you've talked in all the time that I've known you. You really have changed, and I'd have to say it's for the better."

I smiled.

"Now, m'lady, how about you accompany me downstairs to get a refreshing glass of the world's finest water?" Hunter asked, standing up and doing a dramatic bow before offering his arm to me. Sometimes I thought he spent a little too much time hanging out with my Uncle Fred at family get-togethers. He really was a goofball sometimes.

I smiled and nodded, walking over to the cupboard and putting my jumper back on. It reached my knees, so I would at least be more covered than I was before.

Hunter kept up a running dialogue the entire trip down to the kitchen, before he got a glass from one of our cupboards and filled it with water. "So you have your O.W.L.s this year, right?" I nodded. "What ones are you going to take?"

"Defense, Potions, Charms, Transfiguration, History, Herbology, Astronomy, Care of Magical Creatures and Divination."

"Seriously? You're taking Divination?" Hunter asked. I nodded. He whistled. "You've got a lot more patience than I do. Couldn't stand that class."

"It just takes practice."

"Probably helps that you're part Fairy so you already have mystical powers," Hunter said, waggling his fingers like wizards in Muggle cartoons did.

Hunter jumped up to sit on the kitchen counter, grinning at me as I sat at one of the bar stools a few seats away from him. He took another swig of water just as all of his friends started walking through the back door.

"What the hell, Middlestone? We were in the middle of a game," Ryder demanded as he crossed the threshold, broom in hand. Ryder had olive skin, green eyes, curly brown hair and thick eyebrows. He would've been pretty attractive if it wasn't for his lack of personality.

"I got distracted, sue me," Hunter said, rolling his eyes.

"Distracted, eh?" Nadia asked, looking between the two of us. "Must have been some distraction."

I glared at her but she ignored it, grinning like an idiot. "Lay off," Aidan said, giving Nadia a shove. Both of them were protective of me, but Aidan tended to be a little more so. Nadia tended to joke around more.

"Why aren't you wearing any pants?" Ryder asked, giving me a weird look.

My face started burning as I pulled my sweater down some more. "I have shorts on," I mumbled, wishing I could melt into the floor. I glanced out the window and saw an entire flock of owls coming toward our window. "Hogwarts letters are here."

"She speaks!" Ryder cried dramatically to be slapped across the head by Aidan, Nadia and a couple of their friends. I ignored him, glad for the distraction of the Hogwarts owls.

Nadia walked out of the kitchen and opened the back door, letting the owls fly in, drop the letters, pick up a snack from our owl treat tray and head back out. Nadia picked up the envelopes and started handing everyone's letters to their respective owner.

She handed me mine and I immediately opened the enveloped and pulled out the letter.

Miss Adrianna Eleanor Nymphadora Potter
The Kitchen
Silager Manor
Bournemouth

We are pleased to inform you that you have been selected as Prefect for Gryffindor House. Your school record shows that you have exhibited quick-thinking, the ability to lead others, and the good grades that Gryffindors have long been known for.

We are certain that you will continue to be a model for your peers and will take your new responsibilities seriously. Please find enclosed your Prefects Badge, which should be worn on your school robes at all times. Congratulations!

Sincerely,

Neville Longbottom
Head of Gryffindor House


I stared at the words in shock for a moment before reaching into the envelope and pulling out a small red pin with a large cursive "P" engraved in it.

Professor Longbottom wanted me to be a Prefect? But there were so many other people who would be just as good, if not better for the job.

"Adri, you got Prefect?" Aidan asked, immediately moving to my side and looking at the pin and the letter. "Congratulations, lil sis!"

I tried to smile in thanks, but I could barely wrap my head around it. How was I supposed to reprimand people and give out detentions? I couldn't do that.

"First Potter to be a Prefect!" Nadia said proudly. "Mum and dad are going to have a fit when they find out."

"I guess we'll be working together this year, then," Darby said in that velvety smooth voice of hers. She held up a gold pin with a cursive "H" on top. She had been a Ravenclaw Prefect for the past two years and it was no surprise that she had gotten Head Girl. She was smart, had a great reputation, and was one of the biggest over-achievers I had ever met. She was really sweet though, and my brother absolutely adored her.

Only recently had he really started to fancy her, but now that he did, it was really obvious. Not to her, though. Darby was gorgeous. She had dark brown, stick-straight shoulder-length hair and strange light brown eyes. She was tall and very posh.

Aidan winked at me, pretty much telling me that I'd be talking about him to Darby. Marlon Chamberlain, another one of my sibling's friends, had gotten Head Boy.

"I'd better get going - my parents are going to be thrilled when they hear about this," Darby said. Everyone else followed her lead and left, leaving Aidan, Nadia and I alone in our house until our parents got home from work.



Next time on "Fighting Their Own Battle"

I heard footsteps behind me. I turned around to see my mum jogging to catch up with me. "Mind if I join you?"

I shrugged.

Silence fell over us as we walked before she said, "I'm sorry for how I acted earlier."


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