Well this is only slightly awkward. And by the way, that was sarcasm. Over the years of snogging boys’ sisters, I have found myself in more than a few predicaments. I always got out of them, but I seriously don’t see a way out of this one. First of all, I’m out numbered two to one. Second, they’re both beaters on my quidditch team. Third, they’re my best mates so there is no way in bloody hell I’m going to throw a punch, although I cannot say the same for them.
Adam had me pinned up against the common room wall, Erik trying to calm him down. “She’s our bloody freaking sister. You think I’m just going to let you take advantage of her?” Adam bellowed. It’s amazing no one heard him.
“I thought you said we were going to handle this calmly.” Erik said powerfully from behind.
Adam turned his head. “That was before he came sauntering in here an hour after curfew.” He turned back to me. “What the hell were you doing with her?”
I managed to shove him off me. “Nothing, Merlin! I swear we just lost track of time.” Adam looked even more livid, if that was even possible. “No, no, no not like that. I swear, we were only hanging out in the library.”
“Are you sure that’s all you were doing, huh?” Adam started at me again.
Erik- always the peacekeeper of our fights- decided to take action. He grabbed the front of his brother’s shirt and slammed him against the opposite wall. “Get a grip, Adam,” he spat through clenched teeth. “He said they didn’t do anything. Shouldn’t you trust our best mate and baby sister?”
Adam’s breathing began to slow. Erik released his shirt and took a step back. He jerked his head towards me and the two passed a secret message between them. This sort of thing frustrated me when I first met the twins, but I quickly realized it came with the territory since they shared a womb for nine months.
Adam came forward, ruffling his dirty blond hair in embarrassment. “Sorry mate, I kind of lost my cool.”
“Kind of is a bit of an understatement, but I understand.” I gave him a clap on the back to show him all was well. “I mean, I would do the same thing if I were you. With a reputation like mine and all…” My sentence trailed off. I didn’t like my reputation. I know it seems like I embrace it, but I don’t. As a kid, I tried to act like I didn’t care only it came off the wrong way.
I didn’t necessarily go after girls; a lot of them came after me. And as a young, hormonal teenager, who was I to question it? There were very few times I actually liked a girl, but those times never lasted. I tried to keep the relationship going, but apparently they were only interested in the title of being my girlfriend.
Yuck. I just realized I’m the equivalent of a trophy wife. I feel so used. Well, not a trophy wife, but a much manlier version of it. Like a trophy lumber jack. Yeah. Lumber Jack’s are manly right? I don’t actually know what Lumber Jack’s are, but from the few muggle girls I’ve dated I’ve gotten the impression that they’re pretty manly. Well, the word lumber is in their name… so I would assume their job description has something to do with wood. Maybe they fight trees? Wait, trees don’t fight back in the muggle world.
Adam shook his head. “It’s not just that. Our sister is so clueless she would probably fall prey to the first Casanova who came along.”
I frowned slightly. Was he calling me a Casanova? “Um, I don’t think that’s an issue. Beth is way smarter than that.”
Erik snorted. “But apparently not smart enough to know what guys think of her.”
I couldn’t argue with him on that one. “But you only hang out with pretty girls. I kind of put two and two together in my third year.” Is that really what Beth had thought? That she wasn’t attractive? If so, she was clearly mental. It always bothered me hearing blokes talk about her. I’ve gotten into more than a few fights with blokes who “discretely” watched her arse as she walked away. I won those by the way.
Sometimes I wanted to tell her to stop swinging her hips so much, or to pull up the neckline of her top. Beth was quite possibly one of the prettiest girls at Hogwarts. Her crazy curly hair that had a mind of it’s own, and those bright blue eyes that clearly showed every emotion she was ever feeling, did not go unnoticed by the male population.
Her pretty face aside she was fit. She had long legs and a slender stomach. Her robes did a good job of hiding her curves, but once she slipped on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt to go to Hogsmeade, all hope was lost.
My heart nearly broke when I found out it was I who had put the delusion in her head that she wasn’t beautiful. I almost hated myself. I had always considered her a sister, and therefore I would protect her from anything, including her. I should have been protecting her from me.
I had no idea the affect I had on her. She looked so hurt when she told me our friendship had ended when we were children. I didn’t mean to ignore her when she was admitted into Hufflepuff. I just never saw her. I was always too busy with friends or girls. I assumed she’d be there when I needed her, like the rest of my family. It didn’t occur to me that she would grow up, her attitude with her.
I’d be lying to say that her witty remarks and sharp retorts didn’t take me by surprise. Was this really the same girl who was scared to climb onto the roof all those years ago? This new girl wasn’t afraid of anything. When she stepped up to me and told me she’d go along with my insane plan, her eyes were strong- inviting a challenge.
When she felt I was being stupid, she didn’t hesitate to yell at me in the middle of the corridor. She snapped me back into place when I was being a prat. It was a different experience that’s for sure. Most girls just kind of went along with what I was doing. They would get mad at me later but come on, I can barely keep my hormones in check! Beth didn’t even give my hormones a chance to take control. If I gave her a kiss that was a little too intimate she would push me off and give me this look, and I knew I was out of bounds.
It sounds annoying but I actually really like it. A girl who takes charge of her life and her relationship is sexy. Whoa- hold everything- did I just call Beth sexy? I mean if I didn’t know her, sure she would be attractive. But I’ve known her for a really long time. She’s practically my little sister… kind of.
You don’t ask your little sister to fake date you to get another girl. And you definitely do not call your little sister sexy. I mean, hypothetically if I were to hypothetically think Beth was sexy in a hypothetical way, would it be bad? If I hypothetically was interested in her would that be hypothetically wrong?
Well, yeah. I’m using her. Of course this is wrong. This whole scenario is wrong. But I don’t want to stop fake dating Beth. But I want to start real dating Rebecca, right?
Ugh. I ran my hands down my face in frustration before I realized I’d spent this whole time having a conversation with myself. Erik and Adam now looked very concerned for my mental health. Huh, note to self. Don’t get too lost in your thoughts or else you come across as being mental. Eh, they’re my friends. They already know I’m mental.
“You alright man?” Erik asked, a small smile playing at the edge of his lips.
I gradually lowered my hands from my face. “Yes… are you alright?” I said slowly.
Erik nodded. “Yeah… what about you Adam? Are you alright?”
Adam smirked. “Just peachy.”
We burst into laughter. “Merlin, we are so awkward!” I yelled out, not caring that there were people sleeping above me.
“Out of all the people in the world and we’re stuck with you as a best mate.” Adam said, shaking his head.
My jaw went slack. “Oi!” I protested loudly.
“Come on you poof’s. Let’s get up to bed.” Erik chuckled.
“Whoa, Erik. Don’t you think our parent’s would be a little freaked out of we got into bed together?” Adam asked, taking a step back. Erik rolled his eyes in slight annoyance.
I shrugged. “I don’t mind. I’m a cuddler.” This earned me a strange look from the pair of them. I let out a bark of laughter. “I’m only messing with you guys. Let’s get to bed. It’s pretty late.”
We all went upstairs to the seventh year dorm. That night, when I snuggled into my Chudly Cannons blanket, my thoughts drifted to Bethany in her Hufflepuff burrow. Was she already asleep? What was she dreaming about? I wonder if her hair get’s really crazy when she sleeps, I bet it does. I stopped myself. No, I shouldn’t be thinking about Beth, I should be thinking about Rebecca. She’s the one I want… I think.
Good Merlin. I swear my hair is trying to eat my face today. Pushing my hair back so I could see myself in the mirror, I pointed my wand at the hippogriff’s nest on my head and cast a simple beauty spell. My hair quickly gained some sense of order. I never use beauty spells, only for very serious situations like today… and every other day. Don’t look at me like that. Beauty spells only hold for so long before my hair wins the fight and begins to conquer my head. Yeah, you try having locks like mine for a day and see how you like it.
I threw on my robes and left the dorm room before anyone else. They were too busy piling on makeup and gibbering about James, or Al, or even worse my brothers. Yuck! Didn’t they realize how revolting they were? They seriously fart whenever they want and don’t even give a damn. Plus, they burp right in your face. Not attractive. I shuddered at the memories and swiftly made my way to the common room.
There I caught a brief glimpse of the back of Cal’s head before he walked down the earthy tunnel. “Cal!” I called. Either he didn’t hear me or he was ignoring me. I’m assuming the latter considering I’m a very loud person. “Cal!” I called again. Still ignoring me? Okay, that’s cool. Just know you brought this upon yourself.
I sank low to the ground and began to charge forward. Cal must have heard my bull like run because he quickly turned around, a slight sign or fear on his face. I turned and drove my shoulder, upper arm, and hip into Cal, sending him onto the earth. I, however, had remained standing. Cal gave me a dirty glare and I grinned back at him.
“And that kids is how you perform a body check.” I gave a low bow to the imaginary applause. I could almost hear the roar of the stadium as it called my name, felt the chill of the ice through my multi-layered padding. If I closed my hand, I would grab hold of a stick, my stick. My fingers tightened on thin air, and my heart sank. I stood erect and looked at my empty hand.
It took me a bit to realize Cal had left. I moaned and went rushing after him. “Cal, the reason I body checked you was to get your attention!”
Cal brushed the dirt from his robes. “No joke?” He said harshly.
I chose to ignore his tone. “Look, I’m sorry for getting into a fight with you. You’re right. I am doing this for some sick pleasure, but who said it can’t end happily?”
Cal turned on his heels and I almost ran into him. I rocked on to my tiptoes to stop myself and took a measured step back. “Who said it won’t end badly either?” He shouted. “Are you even thinking about this, Beth? How is this going to end? He’s going to go off with a different girl, you won’t win this.”
My face-hardened and I stood up to my full height. “Who said I won’t win? I happen to know for a fact that I’m changing him and I think it might be in my favor. I’m done sitting on the sidelines and waiting for James to make the first move. The ballet slippers are coming off now, and I’m putting on my skates. I’m willing to body check, shoulder check, and every other kind of check to win the point. Hell, I’ll even elbow and risk getting a penalty. Whatever it takes. But you better look at the scoreboard at the end because I’ll be the one doing a victory lap around the rink.”
When I was finished, I felt slightly embarrassed. I came down here to apologize to Cal and instead wound up yelling at him. I braced myself for a full on attack, but instead Cal threw his head back and laughed.
“You would compare this to a hockey game. So what, before this you were at a ballet recital, waiting for your turn on the stage?” He snorted. “No, that’s not your style.” He ruffled my hair. “You always were better at hockey than you were at ballet.”
He turned around and left the earthen tunnel. I stood for a moment in shock. My brain finally connected with my feet and I was able to fall into step behind him. “So, does this mean you forgive me?”
He turned his head slightly and I saw a grin. “Of course. And who knows, if this new plan of yours works out, maybe I can put my plan into affect.”
I jolted in shock. “Plan? What plan?” Cal laughed and picked up the pace. “Cal!” I called after him. “What plan?”
I bounced into the great hall, feeling happier than I had all week. Some Slytherin’s were staring scathingly at me. Well, boo-urns to you snakes. I hope you trip on the way to your lessons and scrape your knee. I mean… I know it’s not the worst that could happen, but come on- a scrape would be uncomfortable.
I caught the eye of a certain Slytherin and took back what I had previously thought. I waved to Scorpious who returned it with a smile. I skipped up to the table, ignoring the glares I received from the other members of the house.
“Hey there Scorp. How’s the old ball and chain?”
His eyebrow rose in question. “You mean Rose? You see her more than I do these days. I swear I can’t wait for the holidays. These N.E.W.T classes are killing my mojo.”
I snorted. “Okay. First of all, you don’t have any mojo to lose. Secondly, you two see plenty of each other when you’re making your ‘prefect rounds’.” I put air quotations around “prefect rounds”.
His mouth opened in shock, but there was a smile playing on his lips. “We are making prefect rounds.”
“Mhmm. Are you sure there isn’t any accidental canoodling going on during these ‘rounds’?” More air quotes.
“N-“ Scorpious paused and looked up in thought before answering, “No.” I sent him a questioning look. “I swear!” He held up three fingers. “Girl Scouts promise.”
I crinkled my nose. “What?”
He shook his head, his blond locks falling into his grey eyes. “Muggle thing, don’t worry about it.”
I huffed. I wished people would stop saying that to me. Maybe I could go live amongst the muggles for a year and when I came back I would be the pro at all things muggle. Then I could say “Muggle thing, don’t worry about it.” It’d be like a giant inside joke… with myself. You know what, on second thought that just seems really sad.
“So, what’s the deal with you and James?” Scorpious interrupted my thoughts.
“Didn’t Rose tell you during your ‘roun-‘”
“Stop that!” Scorpious interrupted my third set of air quotes and I mentally pouted.
“Well, did she?” I asked again.
“Yeah, but everyone’s kind of confused on what’s really happening. Care to clear up the grey areas?”
I looked to Scorpious’ left and right. All the people who had previously been glaring at me were now “discreetly” eavesdropping. I shook my head. He shrugged. “Later? Maybe after dinner?”
“It’s a date!” I gave him an eccentric thumbs up.
“What’s a date?” A deep voice asked behind me.
Oh! What beautiful timing! Time to ditch the old-new plan and put the new-new plan into affect. The old-new plan sucked anyway. It was destined to fail.
I turned around and directed what I hoped was a sexy smirk at James. “Scorpious and I are planning on running away into the forbidden forest. I’m thinking about living with the centaur’s but you know, Scorp’s more of a unicorn type.”
“Oi!” Scorpious snapped from behind.
James returned my smirk. “Nice, but what were you really talking about?” This time the question was directed at both of us.
“She was giving me your quidditch plays, mate.” Scorpious said through a mouthful of cereal.
James gave a nervous chuckle. “She wouldn’t do that,” he stopped laughing. “You wouldn’t would you?”
“I can barely understand the sport as it is. Do you really think I’m going to pass along play information?”
“You’re dating the captain of the Gryffindor quidditch team and you don’t understand the bloody game?” Scorpious scoffed from behind.
I turned to face him. “I understand it for the most part. For instance, I understand that at the last game, James purposefully shoved my best friend off his broom- which is illegal, and wasn’t punished for it.”
“Are you still on about that?” said an irritated James.
I turned back to face him and flashed a smile. “I’m joking. I assume you’re familiar with the concept.” I placed both hands on his hips and pulled him against me in a teasing way. I was almost certain Scorpious was raising his eyebrow again, even more confused than before.
For a few glorious seconds, James was smirking at me as his hands found the small of my back. Then, he blushed and pulled back, taking my hands instead. Damn it all. I blew some fringe from my face in frustration.
“Um, I wanted to talk to you.” He said, changing the subject.
I ignored the nervous feeling in my stomach. “Sure, should we go somewhere else?” James nodded and led me out of the hall. He pulled me by the grand staircase where it was empty.
He closed his eyes and the words flew from his mouth as quickly as a snitch flew from a seeker. “Ithinkweshouldstopthisbeforeanyonegetshurt.”
I blinked a few times in confusion before his flurry of words settled around me. “What?” I gaped.
James looked at the ground, the ceiling, the wall, pretty much anywhere but me. “It’s just, I realized I’m not being fair in asking you to do this. Hanging out with you has reminded me this is no way to treat a friend.” He ran a nervous hand through his hair. “I don’t think my younger self would forgive me for hurting you.”
Hold the owl, James is thinking about someone beside himself! Does this mean he can grow to care about me as more than a friend or sister? It’s worth a shot at least.
“James,” I gently grabbed his chin and forced his chocolate eyes to make contact with my blue eyes. “There’s a plan in play here, and I intend to finish it.” Yeah… my plan. I dropped my hand and took a step back. “Or are you being a coward?”
Now I had his attention. Just like I had taken pride in the Gryffindor house before I arrived at Hogwarts, James took pride in actually being in the house. He wore the colors true, and hated being called a coward-the opposite of a Gryffindor. His eyes sparked with anger, or maybe it was determination.
James closed the space between us and my heart began to thump hard against my rib cage. “Say that again. I dare you.” He growled.
Whoa, hot. No! Bad, Beth! Now is not the time for these sinful thoughts. I pushed my shoulders back. “I called you a coward, James Sirius Potter. What are you going to do about it?”
Well, what he did was he shoved me against the staircase. I was so surprised I didn’t even fight back. James pinned my arms against the cold stone and I found myself unable to speak. It was as if someone had charmed me with a tongue-tying curse and I had lost the ability to communicate. James invaded what little space remained between us and dipped his head in a teasing gesture. I shamelessly stretched my neck out to close the distance between our lips.
But he dropped my arms and began to tickle my sides. I squealed like a pig and fell to the ground in a spasm of arms and legs. “Take it back!” James cackled.
“N-n-never!” I choked through the giggles.
“Too bad!” James sang as his fingers moved faster. I screamed and tried to drag myself away, but he kept a firm grip on me. I tried to take in a much-needed breath, but it came out as more of a snort. Okay, it was a snort.
James lost it. The tickling stopped and he fell onto the ground next to me. “W-w-was that a s-snort?”
I was too busy laughing to truly care. “S-shut up!”
“T-that was awesome.” James wiped a tear from the corner of his eye.
I was glad no one was near us at the time. We must have looked mental. After the giggles had left us, we were able to sit up. “That was funny.” James said in an octave slightly higher than normal.
“Yeah.” I agreed, wiping my eyes.
After a moment of silence James seemed to jerk. “I have an idea!”
“No we may not reenact that in front of Rebecca to make her jealous.” That was way too exhausting.
James quickly shook his head. “That’s not what I was thinking. That whole thing was way too exhausting to do a second time.” Huh, great mind’s think alike. Our babies will be smart and beautiful. “I have a moderation to the plan.”
I became a little nervous. If the moderation was too big I might not be able to enact my plan. “What do you mean by moderation?”
James shook his head. “Don’t worry, it’s nothing big.” Okay, it’s official. The bloke knows occlumency. “I was thinking that when we break up we need to make it really big.”
I wasn’t expecting him to suddenly jump to our future break up. “What?”
James nodded. “Yeah, when you break up with me yell, scream, call me names, and make it really dramatic. My somber attitude will make more sense after that and Rebecca will not only want to console me ‘cause I’m heart broken, but because I’m embarrassed too.”
Oh, right Rebecca. Well, if my plan goes well she won’t need to console James. I shrugged. “Sure, but don’t bitch to me afterwards if I’m too harsh.”
James grinned. “Okay, I won’t.” He stood up, brushed off his pants, and offered me a hand. I took hold and he pulled me onto my feet.
“So, about the quidditch game Saturday-“
“Yeah… there’s a quidditch game this Saturday. I assume you’re going?”
Actually, I had a hot date with my bed Friday night and I planned for it to end around noon Saturday. But I guess that would have to wait since I was now “dating” the Gryffindor quidditch captain.
I sighed. “Sure, I’ll go.” I brushed off my skirt.
“You’re wearing red and gold right?”
“Why does it matter?”
“Cause we’re dating now. You need to wear Gryffindor colors.”
I held James’ gaze for a little while. “Will you cry if I don’t?”
James pouted. “Yes.”
I gave a dramatic sigh. “I guess.”
He scooped me up into a hug that lifted me off the ground. “Thanks, Beth. You’re the best!”
I wrapped my arms around his neck and squealed as he twirled me around. All too soon he put me down and gave a small cough. “Should we eat breakfast?” He asked, blushing slightly. He ran his hand through his hair multiple times, a nervous habit from when he was young.
I shrugged. “Why not. Food is a necessity after all.”
James gave his eyes a small roll and led me back to the great hall. This was good- my new plan was going much better than my old plan was. Why didn’t I do this from the start? James and I reached the Gryffindor table and I took a seat next to a smirking Cal. Today is shaping up to be a good one. I was reaching for a piece of toast when the bell rang announcing start of morning classes. The food on the table vanished leaving the plates spotless. “Bloody hell.”
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