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Chapter 3 : The One Where We Talk
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Awesome CI by aim.moon@TDA
I woke up the next day in my own bed, with no idea how I’d gotten there.
It must have been James, I decided, he must have gone back to the kitchens and seen me sleeping, and somehow gotten me into my bed. But that didn’t make any sense, how did he get into the girls dormitories…I didn’t even want to know.
The night before flashed into my memory. Tom. How was I going to face Tom today? I decided I was going to show him I didn’t care.
I put on my makeup, and made myself look better than ever.
I walked down the stairs of the dormitory and saw James and Tom sitting on the couches of the Common Room, waiting for me to come down.
“Hey,” Tom said tentatively.
I ignored him.
“Hey Dom,” James said.
“Hey,” I said.
“Feeling any better?” he asked.
“Yeah, I guess,” I said, “I’ll be as good as new in a day or so.”
We walked down to the Great Hall in silence, James trying to initiate conversation. Tom and I were silent.
We walked into the hall and sat down at the Gryffindor table. James went to talk to his girlfriend of the week, Rosalind, leaving Tom and I alone.
“Dom,” Tom said.
“I know what you’re going to say Tom,” I said, mimicking his words from last night, “but I don’t want you to say it, not like this. You were drunk, and I just found out that your boyfriend was cheating on me and I just broke up with him.”
“Dom, listen to me,” Tom said.
“Just pretend it never happened,” I said, shaking my head, “you obviously thought it was a mistake.”
Why was he making it so difficult for me to ignore him? Talking to him just reminded me of pain.
“Dom, I-” Tom said, but I cut him off.
“Just shut up,” I said almost hysterically, “before I hex you.”
“Dom, seriously,” he tried again.
I stood up from my seat, and whipped out my wand.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” I said.
He just looked at me, an expression I couldn’t read on his face. I thought I had seen all of his faces, his pissed face, his happy face, his sad face, but this face was a—hurt face? I had no time to ponder this, I was already on a roll.
“Furnuculus!” I screamed while dashing out of the Great Hall.
It’s kind of sad how quickly that’s turned into my go-to spell. I’m the new Harry Potter, except without the whole saving the world complex. I’m too lazy for that.
I ran down the corridor and eventually just stopped running. That was when I realized Roxy had followed me.
“Dom, what’s wrong?” she asked, her eyes full of concern.
“I think I like Tom,” I said.
“It’s kind of about time,” she said, “I need to tell James. I win the bet!”
“Seriously Roxy?” I said disapprovingly, ““and you need to promise you won’t tell James.”
“Fine, I promise,” she said, “but can you make me a promise? Can you guys date before the end of this year? I want my money.”
“He doesn’t like me,” I said.
“I beg to differ,” she said, “how do you know he doesn’t like you?”
“Well, yesterday I found out that Richard was cheating on me with Jenna, so we broke up,” I started, “and then James brought me and Tom to the kitchens to get firewhiskey to try and cheer me up. Then he had to go to tutoring in the library, and then Tom and I got drunk and we started snogging, and then he just left.”
“What happened before he left?” she asked.
“I started to unbutton his shirt,” I said, blushing.
It was awkward talking about snogging with anybody, let alone your relatives.
“Tom’s a great guy,” Roxy said, “I’m sure he had some reason for what he did and this doesn’t mean he doesn’t like you.”
“I don’t know anymore,” I said, “maybe he just used me for a snog.”
“But you know Tom,” Roxy said, “you’ve been best mates since forever. Does that seem like something he would do?”
“No,” I admitted, “but I don’t really know anything anymore.”
Thomas Finnigan’s POV
I watched Dom’s retreating figure after dodging her spell, and I watched Roxy follow her out of the Great Hall.
I’d screwed up. Big time.
Dom was everything. She was pretty and downright hilarious, and she was a lot better than she’d give herself credit for. The only reason she didn’t have trillions of guys lining up at her door was that James and I managed to scare them off most of the time. We’d become a bit lenient and lazy over the years, and that led to the line of boyfriends she’d managed to acquire.
Dom, even with her logical brains, had terrible choice in boyfriends. All of them were assholes, and she deserved so much better. She deserved a fairy tale. But if James or I ever tried to talk to her about it, she would shrug us off. Eventually I grew tired of being the third wheel to whatever relationship Dom had and dated Alyssa. She was amazing, but no Dom. Eventually we both realized that we weren’t mean to be, and split.
I really liked Dom, but she didn’t like me. Last night was a mistake on her part. I knew Dom’s patterns. She’d date a guy, he’s cheat on her or be an asshole, they’d break up, she’d vow never to be with that kind of guy again, and within the next month, she’d be with another bastard. That was her type---not me. I was the mistake.
I just happened to be there when she broke down last night, and I was the one who she’d snogged and almost hooked up with.
And now she hated me for it.
“Dom,” Tom said, walking into the broom closet I was sitting in.
“How did you find me?” I asked.
“Map,” he said.
“Damn James,” I said, “does he know?”
“No,” he said, “I didn’t think you wanted him to know. And you know James; he’s pretty much clueless about everything.”
I cracked a weak smile.
“Why are you here?” I said, not letting my guard down.
“Look Dom, please let me explain,” he said.
He looked so sad, like a small puppy. I love puppies. I digress.
Roxy said I should hear him out anyway.
“Let’s hear your story,” I said, still a bit wary of him.
He sat down uncomfortably next to me.
“Look Dom, I wasn’t lying about fancying you,” he said.
“Then why’d you leave?” I interrupted.
“Merlin Dom, will you let me finish?” he said exasperatedly.
“Fine,” I said, “continue.”
“I know your patterns Dom,” he said, “I don’t know how to put this delicately, but you have a tendency to choose…”
“What?” I said, forgetting I wasn’t supposed to interrupt.
“Asshole boyfriends,” Tom said.
I opened my mouth to yell at him, but then closed it and considered. The boy had a point there.
“Go on,” I said.
“And contrary to popular belief, I’m not an asshole,” he said.
“You win the prize for modesty,” I said sarcastically.
“You think I’m an asshole?” he said, looking genuinely hurt.
“No,” I said, rolling my eyes, “you see there’s this thing called sarcasm...”
“I know I’m not an asshole,” he said smiling, “you don’t have to misjudge my self esteem that much Dominique.”
“You actually had me feeling sorry for you,” I said, shaking my head, “you wanker.”
“I’m Tom Finnigan,” he said, “I’m awesome.”
“I’m Dominique Weasley,” I said, “and I have to say that I’m awesomer.”
“Wanna stare on it?” he asked.
Tom and I had this weird thing where we had to settle our differences with staring contests. He won most of the time, but I was hoping that one day I would develop some awesome non-blinking skills and beat him out of the blue. I was still waiting for that day.
We stared intently at each other, our faces moving closer and closer.
Until we snogged.
A/N: I hoped you liked this chapter :) I think there are 2 more :P
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