I know I usually only do authors notes at the end of the chapter, but I just wanted to explain something. The reason I skipped forward like LOADS, is because I really couldn’t find anything to fill in the gap with, and I’ve loads planned for when they go home for their holliers! I’ll say no more, but this is the night of the Slytherin Ball!!!
I tugged at the collar of my dress robes. I hadn’t been planning on going to this stupid ball anyway, but James had forced me to come. He needed someone to make sure none of our female relatives did anything inappropriate, while he sucked the face off of every other girl in the building. Typical James. I scanned the crowd. Rose was standing near the doors, as if she was waiting for someone, Roxanne was dancing with Kane the Pain (clever huh! Jade came up with it though), Molly was boring the life out of some poor bloke, and Lily and Lucy were batting their eyelids in the direction of some spotty faced prats. I was about to go over and tell them to stop perving on my baby cousins, when a voice in my ear made me jump.
“I didn’t spend hours dress shopping for nothing Freddie! Let the girls have their fun”
I whipped round and found Dominique standing behind me, hands on hips.
“Now you leave those girls alone! I didn’t……” I didn’t hear the rest of Dominique’s speech, because the doors to the Great Hall opened. The five of them stood there, in a row. The lads wore black dress robes, but I wasn’t paying much attention to them. I the middle stood Jadie. I had never seen her more elegant, or more cold looking. She wore a high necked, sleeveless, floor length, midnight black dress. Her hair was swept back from her face, highlighting her high cheekbones. She looked both beautiful, and intimidating. I stood there staring at her. I’m pretty sure my mouth was hanging open. She caught my eye, stuck out her tongue, and lifted up her dress, to show me her choice of footwear. Biker-boots. I chuckled, and crossed to floor towards her.
“Nice shoes” I snorted.
“Don’t tell Dom!” she chortled back.
“Don’t tell me what?” Dominique demanded.
“That you’re the bestest cousin ever” I replied.
“Has James spiked the drinks already? He told me he was going to wait until the younger ones went to bed” Dom batted me away as I attempted to hug her.
I stood there, swaying to the music. James had, as promised, spiked the drink, so most people were paralytic. Including me. And a certain blonde haired boy to my right.
“You look so pretty tonight Jadie” he whispered in my ear.
“That’s just the drink talking Louis” I laughed.
He didn’t answer; he just pulled me closer, and ran his nose along my jaw-bone. I lifted my head, and he kissed me gently on my neck. Normally, I wouldn’t condone this type of behaviour, harmless flirting was fine, but at the end of the day, I knew I was going to end up marrying one of the lads, to keep pure-bloods from dying out. It may have been that we were both drunk, it may have been the dim lights, or it may have been the relaxing music, but I didn’t pull away when he led me towards the door. We were half-way up the Grand Staircase, when I heard someone run out of the Great Hall.
“Jade!”
I turned around. Draco Malfoy was striding up the stairs. Of course the man just had to be a school governor.
“What do you think your doing?” he said, his tone cold.
“What does it look like?” I spat back. I could feel myself swaying, and I was pretty sure, if it wasn’t for Louis, I would have probably fallen down the stairs.
“You’d better hope it’s not what it looks like young lady!”
“And whys that?” I slurred.
“You just cant” Draco looked uncomfortable.
“Why not?” I demanded.
“I told you why!” He snapped. Draco grabbed me by the arm, and dragged me back down the stairs.
“Let GO!” I wriggled free of his grasp. “You can’t tell me what to do!”
“I don’t care what you do, just not with him!”
“What’s wrong with Louis? He’s a Weasley? He’s not a Slytherin?” I asked scornfully.
“He’s your cousin”
Silence.
“What?” I gasped.
“Your father made me swear never to tell you, but your mother is Gabrielle Delacour”
I glanced from Draco to Louis, to find he looked exactly as I felt. Shocked.
“You’re lying!” I said childishly, not wanting to believe it.
“I’m not. Your mother was twenty when she met your father. He was smitten with her, but she wasn’t too keen. When you were born, she took off in the middle of the night, leaving a not behind saying things like she didn’t truly know if she loved your dad, and that she was too young”
I began hyperventilating. Before I realised what I was doing, I was sprinting up the stairs, past the shell shocked Louis, and along corridor after corridor. I eventually tripped over my too-long dress that Astoria had insisted I wore. I lay down on the cold, smooth marble, and cried.
The ball was still in full swing, but everyone was being so loud and obnoxious, I found it unbearable. I slipped away, and began wandering aimlessly around the castle. I began aware of someone sobbing when I ambled down the Charms corridor. I thought it was Moaning Myrtle, but on closer inspection, it turned out to be a living being. A girl dressed entirely in black. Jade Goyle. She looked up when she heard my footsteps echoing off the marble.
“And what do you want?” she snapped.
I said nothing, just sat down beside her.
“Go away!” she screeched.
“No”
“Just fuck off and leave me ALONE!” she slammed me hard in the chest. I grabbed hold of her skinny wrists. Her lips were blue from lying on the cold marble, and she was shivering.
“Your freezing” I took off my outer cloak, and draped it around her shoulders. I then pulled her towards me, and began rubbing my hands up and down her arms, in an attempt to return her body temperature to normal. She feebly attempted to push me away, but I think the heat was too pleasurable to give up. She rested her head against my shoulder, tears still flowing soundlessly from her eyes.
“Why are you upset?” I asked.
“Why do you care?” She shot back.
I said nothing, and we just sat there in silence, until she sighed in defeat.
“You’d be upset too if you found out the guy you like is actually your cousin” she sobbed bitterly.
“Fred is your cousin?” I shifted my position so I could look her in the eyes.
“Not Fred, Louis” sobs racketed her body. I abandoned her arms, in favour of stroking her hair in an attempt to soothe her. Usually when girls lost control like this, I ran a mile. It just freaked me out. As my aunt so kindly put it, I have the ‘emotional range of a teaspoon’*, but something about this girl made me want to help. Everyone saw her as this big, tough, scary, confident person, but here she was, crying her heart out in the Charms corridor.
“Gabrielle Delacour is your mom?”
“Well, according to Draco Malfoy, and he’s never lied to me before now”
We sat in silence for a few minutes, before she spoke again.
“I should have known, everything good in my life always turns to shit” she sighed.
“How do you mean?”
“It doesn’t matter” she shrugged off my cloak, and made to get up. Before I knew what I was doing, I had grabbed her by the wrist, dragged her back down, and rammed my lips onto hers. She struggled half-heartedly in protest, but as before, she gave up, and threw her arms around my neck. We broke apart, gasping for breath.
“No” she moaned when I reached for the zipper of her dress.
“Why?” I whispered against her throat.
“Not here”
Without another word, I swiftly picked her up, opened the door to the disused classroom to our left, and plonked her on the teacher’s desk. She didn’t protest this time when I reached for the zipper, on the contrary, she unravelled my sloppy bow-tie, and began unbuttoning my shirt. Her pale skin seemed to glow in the moonlight that was flooding through the window; her hair looked like it was alive. I stripped her down to her bra and her underwear, I laughed a little when I found she was wearing a pair of boys boxers.
“Scorpius’s” she whispered, nibbling on my ear. “Girls underwear just doesn’t have the same appeal anymore” She wrapped her legs around my waist, and slipped her arms back around my neck once more. Her skin felt like satin. I began nipping my way down her throat. She closed her eyes, and purred in pleasure. Her movements were almost catlike as she raised herself off the desk, forcing me to put my hands on her butt, not that I was complaining. I stumbled back against another desk. She jumped down, and knelt to take off her shoes. She smirked up at me, and reached for my belt buckle. I found myself wearing nothing but my navy boxer shorts. She straightened up, and placed my hands around her waist. I hesitantly made my way up her back, until I reached her bra. The clasp released, and she smirked once more.
I woke up to find myself, quite alone, in the disused classroom. The sky was streaked with red and violet, and some stars were still visible. I made a guess that it was some time around seven. My dress was in a crumpled mess beside the leg of the teacher’s desk, my bra was flung across the back of a chair, and my boxers had somehow ended up dangling off one of the torch brackets. I was lying on the floor, wrapped in someone’s dress-cloak. I sat up groggily, clutching my head, wondering how the hell I got in here. I wrapped the cloak tighter around me, and retrieved my bra, and my boxers. I tugged on my boots, and picked up my dress, which stunk of expensive cologne. I sniffed it apprehensively; I could make out another smell beneath the cologne. It smelt like some type of dessert, mixed with broom-handle polish. Was it apple pie? Victoria sponge? The dress slipped through my fingers, while the memories of what happened came flooding back.
*Quote is from Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, page 406, UK edition.
Shorter than usual, I know, but talk about DRAMA! We finally found out who Jades mother is! Next chapter we are going to find out more about Jade’s childhood, and ‘The Week from Hell’. I hope you’re all having fun trying to figure out who the mystery person is! I left a clue, so please tell me using the review box if you figure it out :)
Siriusly
Xxxxxx
P.S, I know a lot of people wanted Jade to get with Fred, but it just didn’t feel right………please don’t hate me!!!!!
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