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A Spoonful of Sugar by CassiePotter
Chapter 2 : Two
 
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*Author's Note* Hello everyone! I know I haven't updated my other stories, but I just loved this one so much, I had to add the second chapter! I'm so happy you have enjoyed the story so far, and hope that this chapter is a success, as well! Please leave a review in the box below! They really make my day!

Cassie :)

I sat down across from Lysander at the Hufflepuff table, and he saved the seat next to him for Lucy. There was no way that was an accident. Even if he wouldn't tell Lucy how he felt, Lysander was still doing everything in his power to get her to fancy him back.

"You need to tell her at some point!" I said, leaning across the table towards him.

"No! I can't!"

"I know you're scared she won't fancy you back, but-"

"Scared! Of course I'm bloody scared! If I tell her that I like her, and she doesn't feel the same way, our whole friendship from then on out will be awkward and uncomfortable. And not just for us. It'll be weird for you, too, Dee."

"But why wouldn't she like you? You're cute, and funny, and honest."

"Careful, Darcy. You're starting to sound like you're the one who fancies me!" he smirked.

"Oh shut up, you prat!"

"Did I miss anything?" Lucy asked, sliding into the seat next to Lysander.

"No, but here come the first years," I said, turning to see the crown of nervous looking eleven year olds coming through the doors of the Great Hall.

"Most of them look like they're about to cry... I don't remember being that frightened," Lysander mused.

"That's because you're so brave. Should have been put in Gryffindor," Lucy teased quietly, out of the corner of her mouth. "Then again, if you were in Gryffindor, we wouldn't all be here now, would we?"

Lysander grinned back at her, and I rolled my eyes, but smiled, too. Instead of paying attention to the sorting I looked at my two best friends who were sitting across from me. Lucy had her dad's red hair, and the Weasley nose, but mostly looked like her mum, with blue eyes and long, pretty eyelashes. Lysander was dark haired, like his dad, but had gotten his mother's misty gray eyes. He was very tall and gangly, reminding me a lot of my brother. People had told us we could be related, because we both had thick, dark hair and light eyes, although mine were blue, not gray.

"What're you looking at, Dee?" Lucy whispered, without turning away from the sorting.

"Nothing. Just thinking about how I have such good friends," I whispered back.

"Don't let my cousin hear you say that, or he'll think you've gone soft. You're supposed to spit fire, remember?" she said, with a small grin.

I smiled back as the sorting hat was whisked away and McGonagall stood to speak.

"Welcome back to another year at Hogwarts," she said, then going on to remind us about the rules, like not going into the Forbidden Forest.

I know that I should have been paying more attention, seeing as this was my last year at Hogwarts and all, but I was hungry, and more in the mood to people watch. My eyes drifted to the Gryffindor table, where my cousin Thomas Corner sat.He was tall with dirty blonde hair and dark eyes, and was a seventh year, like me. His sister Anna was a fourth year, and their brother Daniel was a second year. I never understood Thomas, to be honest. I mean he was a decent bloke and all, but why anyone would want to spend all their time studying is beyond me. I told him he should have been a Ravenclaw, and I'm still sticking to my opinion.

Anna was a Slytherin, and took pride in that fact. She looked exactly like her mum, but other than that they were polar opposites. Just don't let the innocent face and big brown eyes fool you, because she'll steal your wand and hex you with it before you can say nargle. Daniel was in Hufflepuff with me, and was one of the sweetest kids I've ever met. He had his Mum's dark hair, a round face, and his dads hazel eyes. No matter what mood I was in, Daniel always made me smile, and I really loved him.

The appearance of food on the golden plates brought me back to the present, and I immediately went for some chicken and potatoes.

"Someone's hungry," Lysander teased.

My mouth was full, so I couldn't tell him to shut it, so instead I just glared.

"Did you hear a word of McGonagall's speech?" Lucy asked, raising her eyebrows.

I swallowed before answering. "Yes! Why do you just assume I wasn't listening?"

"Because you stopped blinking and your eyes glazed over."

"They did not!"

"Whatever you say," Lucy said in a sing-song voice.

"Why, did she say something important?" I asked.

"It was the same as every year."

"Oh, good. I wish we didn't have class tomorrow."

"You say that every day," Lysander said.

"It's true! And it's not like you don't complain about it, either."

"I'll admit that I complain, just not as much as you."

I glared at him again, and he rolled his eyes, laughing. Suddenly the desserts appeared and I grinned, getting a little of everything I could reach. I think it's Mum's fault that I have a sweet tooth. She fed me too many homemade pies and biscuits as a kid. But running up and down the million staircases at Hogwarts definitely helped me work it off. Soon, even I was too full to eat anything else, and was definitely ready for bed. Lucy went off to help the first years, so Lys and I went to the Hufflepuff common room without her.

I loved our common room, and it was one of my favorite places in Hogwarts. It was round and very cozy, with gold walls and a huge fireplace. I said goodnight to Lysander and made my way to the seventh year girls dormitory. Two of the four girls I shared it with were already there. Carrie Price was petite and blonde, with huge blue eyes and freckles. She was one of the nicest people I knew, and was always good to talk to, even if she was rather quiet. Bridget Macmillan, on the other hand, was very vocal about her opinions, and was never short on things to say. Tessa Lane also shared our dorm, but hadn't come up yet. She was the only one of the four girls I lived with that I honestly didn't like. I think it was her mission in life to break the stereotype of friendly Hufflepuffs.

"Hey, Darcy! Did you have a good holiday?" Carrie asked, skipping over to wrap me in a hug.

"Yeah, I did."

"Well when she gets two whole months away from Louis Weasley, how could she say anything else?" Bridget said.

"It's good to see you, too, Bridge," I said as I pulled on my pajamas.

"Are you two really still taking the mickey out of each other?"

"It's his fault!" I said, flopping down on my bed. "If he hadn't spread the rumor that I kissed him in third year, I'm sure we'd get along fine!"

I crossed my arms over my chest and thought back to that day, when the constant battle between Louis and I had really began.

"Darcy, is it true? What everyone's saying?" Lucy asked, running up to me.

"What are you talking about, Lu?" I asked, looking from her to Lysander, wondering what she was on about.

"Wait, you mean you don't know?" Lysander said.

"Lys, if I knew I wouldn't be asking about it, would I? Now what are you two on about?"

"Everyone is saying that you kissed Louis Weasley down by the quidditch pitch."

"Louis Weasley? As in our best friend Lucy Weasley's
cousin Louis Weasley?"

"Yeah. I just saw him down by the Black Lake and he said it was true, but I still wanted to ask you," Lucy said quietly.

"Excuse me, I have some business to take care of," I said, stomping away from them.

"Wait! Where are you going, Dee?" Lysander called.

"To go kill Lucy's prat of a cousin!"

I saw him standing by the lake, just where Lucy had said he'd be, looking far too relaxed while the entire school was talking about him. It also worried me that he seemed to know I would come find him, and smiled at me as I glared at him.

"Darcy Finnigan. To what do I owe the pleasure?" he asked, smirking.

"Everyone in Hogwarts thinks we kissed, and you're telling them all that it's true! You have to go and tell them it's just a rumor, you git!"

"Why should I?"

"Because I didn't kiss you! I don't know who would say that I did, but-" I stopped suddenly, as the realization of the whole thing dawned on me. "You started the rumor that I kissed you!"

"Guilty as charged," he said, holding up his hands in mock surrender.

"Why would you do that?"

"Because it gave me an excuse to talk to you," he said.

It was the first time I had ever talked to him when there wasn't any trace of sarcasm in his voice. Not that I noticed.

"Like I'd ever want to talk to you. You are such a prat!" I said before turning and marching away. I could hear him snickering behind me, and little did I know, it would not be the last time I was involved with Louis Weasley


"Darcy? Darcy, are you ok?" I snapped back into reality as Lucy came into focus, leaning over me and waving a hand in front of my face.

"Yeah, I'm fine, Lu. Just tired."

"We should probably get to bed. Don't want to oversleep tomorrow."

"Don't remind me," I groaned as she laughed.

"See you in the morning, Dee."

"Goodnight, Lucy," I said, crawling under the blankets and turning to face the wall. I was asleep seconds after my head hit the pillow.


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