I mean look at me, I’m blonde. Blondes are sweet little girls who don’t do anything wrong, get good grades, and bake all the time. I mean, we have no brains and we just only know how to have fun, right? At least that’s the stereotype, last I’ve heard.
“It wasn’t me Professor McGonagall,” I said sweetly, “I don’t even know where you could get an idea like that from. When’s the last time I’ve gotten in trouble?”
“Last week,” Professor McGonagall said, “and the overwhelming evidence points to you, Dominique. Many students said that they saw you charm Alexander Davies green. And it was in the middle of the Great Hall. Do you really think no one would notice?”
“I don’t know what to say,” I said.
“Detention again Ms. Weasley,” she sighed, “you’ve racked up quite a record in your six years at Hogwarts.”
“You’ve forgotten about Tom and James,” I said helpfully, “I bet they have more detentions than me.”
“Ah yes,” she said, “you, Mr. Potter, and Mr. Finnigan. A trio of sorts. You almost remind me of Fred and Roxanne’s father and his brother.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” I said.
“You’re dismissed,” she said, “don’t let this happen again, but I know it will.”
“I’ll try my best to stay out of trouble Professor,” I said with a smile, excusing myself from her office and walking down the stairs that I’d walked many times before.
“How’d it go? How was it?” James said, nearly tackling me at the foot of the stairs.
“Fine,” I said, “you don’t need to tackle me. I’m your favorite cousin, how would you feel if you killed me? And if you do this every time I get in trouble, I’ll be dead by next month.”
“How much detention did you get?” Tom asked.
“Just one,” I said.
“Nice!” James said, high fiving me, “I think Minnie’s gone soft.”
“Why’d you hex Alex?” Tom asked, “What’d he do this time?”
“He was just pissing me off,” I shrugged.
“Dominique, love,” Tom said, “we really need to work on your anger management skills.”
“No thank you darling Thomas,” I said, “did I miss dinner?”
“Dinner’s happening right now,” James said, “but we can go to the kitchens later tonight. I want to show you this really cool thing that I found. I heard my dad talking about it, but I never discovered it until now and he refused to tell me where it was. It’s called the Room of Requirement. Basically you just think of a room you need and you can find it.”
“That’s awesome mate,” Tom said, “where is it?”
“It’s on the seventh floor,” James said, leading us upstairs.
We walked upstairs and saw a door. I opened it and walked in first. I gasped as my lovely boyfriend of three months seemingly tried to eat the biggest slut in our year’s face.
“Dom!” Richard said.
“Richard,” I said flatly, “what brings you this way?”
He tried to button his shirt in the most inconspicuous way possible while the girl buttoned hers.
“I hope you know this means we’re breaking up,” I said calmly, “it’s nice to know our relationship meant so much to you.”
“Dom, let me explain,” he said.
“Save it,” I said, rolling my eyes.
“Hello Richard,” Tom said entering the broom cupboard, his voice scarily quiet.
“Fancy seeing you here,” James walked in and added, looking menacing.
I exited the cupboard, not wanting to see my ex-boyfriend be mauled by my best friend. I walked out, along with the slut who had been snogging him.
“I’m sorry Dom,” Jenna said in a condescending tone, “I really thought you guys were broken up.”
“Sure you did,” I said sarcastically, “but it’s not your fault.”
“Thanks,” she said, “I knew you’d understand.”
She walked down the hallway, happy that I’d accepted her bullshit excuse.
“Furnuculus!” I screamed at her, successfully covering her in boils.
I slid down the wall across from the door to the broom cupboard, where I heard loud shouting.
“You bastard!” I heard James shouting, “She’s way out of your league, why would you cheat?”
“Never speak to her again, Dick!” Tom shouted, “She deserves so much better than scum like you!”
I had to smile at that. Tom was so awesome. I had had a crush on him in first year, and I probably always would like him a little bit.
I had actually liked Richard, which was more than I could say about my other boyfriends. He was smart and funny, but we hadn’t been spending much time together lately, which explained why he had turned to Jenna. He kind of treated me like a delicate doll, one who was only good for show and not for talking. He barely listened to me, and didn’t approve of my pranks since it wasn’t “right” for a girl to do things like that. He also was jealous of Tom, because Tom spent so much time with me and James. I had reassured him on multiple occasions that nothing was going on between us, and looking back, it was kind of hypocritical that he’d accuse me of cheating. I was upset that he cheated on me, but I knew that deep inside I knew that it wasn’t meant to last.
But that still didn’t do anything to help the pain. But I wasn’t going to cry. Dominique Weasley did not cry.
James and Tom finally emerged out of the cupboard, Richard not being with them.
“What did you do to him?” I asked.
“I did full body bind,” James said.
“And I covered him with pimples,” Tom said, “he won’t be hooking up with any girls for a while.”
“I love you guys,” I said, hugging each of them in turn.
“Are you okay really okay Dom?” Tom asked, looking concerned.
“I’ll get over it,” I said honestly.
“C’mon Dommie,” James said, “let’s get you to the kitchens. I can bribe the house elves to get us some firewhiskey.”
A/N: Hey guys, Victoria here. This is going to be short and sweet fan fic, probably running around 4 chapters. Tell me anything you want to happen, and I'll try my best :) Please review, i'll include a nerd joke in my next author's note if you do :P