Chapter 4 : The Hogsmead Date
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Some people, when they wake up from a near death situation, talk nonsense about heaven or hell. Other people talk about how they value life. However, the first words to pop out of my so smart little mouth were:
“Holy flipping shizzle nuggets, you’re the Oliver Wood, Oliver Wood!”
He burst out laughing. “You only just wake up from that brutal hit, and the first thing you say is who I am?”
“I worship you, man, what do you expect?!”
He chuckled slightly, and looked up to his son, Will Wood, who wasn’t really all for Quidditch (a real big blow and a shock to us all, right?!). “I like this one!”
Oh my Merlin, please tell me I just imagined hearing that. Pinch me, someone pinch me!
James cleared his throat. “Well uh…I uh…erm…”
“What this bloody buffoon means to say is that he’s so sorry for pushing you that far, and that he owes everything he has for saving Lily and saving his head from breaking open more than once,” Rose amended for him, glaring at him the entire time. “Aren’t you, Jamsie?”
“Er…yeah. About that…” he nervously rubbed his neck. “For one thing, I am. Sorry, I mean. You can’t believe how terrible I felt when Madam Price told us how severe your injuries were, especially the bludger to the face that you took for me. And I know this is asking a lot of you, but…how would you like to be moved to playing Beater?”
My jaw fell. “Seriously? But wait, who am I replacing? I don’t want to replace anyone,” I frowned.
“Fred,” he said. “Fred thinks he’d do better as a Keeper anywho.”
I shrugged. “Sure, whatever floats your boat.”
Fred cheered happily. “Can I just ask one thing?” I asked.
They all looked at me, waiting for me to speak up. “Why the hell is the Oliver Wood at my sickbed?”
They all laughed at (maybe with?) me. “I was originally here to watch the match with Will. Slytherin versus Gryffindor, I couldn’t have missed it! Mind you, the matches in our time weren’t so…damaging. Maybe only to Harry, though,” my idol mused. “Anyways, I was…ah…impressed with your stubbornness to continue playing after that first nasty blow to the stands. And then the numerous times you almost killed yourself out there to save your teammates. I just haven’t seen that much sincerity and persistence in one person for Quidditch since before Harry.”
Before I could stop myself, I dreamily said, “Pinch me, I must be dreaming.”
Unfortunately, Lily really did pinch me. “Ow, Lily! That actually did hurt! I’m still bruised you know.”
She gave me a guilty smile.
So far…best match ever.
“Please, can I just go now? You’ve kept me a week! I’m fine, honestly!” I begged Madam Price. She gave me a stern look but soon it faded.
“Fine. But you feel any pain, any pain at all, and you come marching straight back to me, you hear me young lady?!”
I nodded. “Yes ma’am.”
“Alright, you may leave,” she sighed.
I did a dance inside my mind at this news, running to the Great Hall for lunch. I pushed the doors open and shouted, “MAGGIE IS BACK IN ONE PIECE!”
The Gryffindors laughed, the Ravenclaw’s cheered, the Hufflepuffs smiled, and the Slytherins (spare Al and Scorp) scowled. I happily made my way to my friends for breakfast.
“Merlin, I’m starving. That lady does not feed anyone properly, I swear,” I complained, filling my plate with the more…healthier options. “Hey, nobody ever told me. Who brought me back to the hospital wing? Wait, what even happened? Holy shit, did we lose the snitch?! Did I almost die for nothing?!”
“Chill, Green,” James smirked, biting off some of his bread roll. “Lily caught the snitch just after your hit, which was why nobody reacted quickly enough to stop your fall.”
“As soon as you hit though, James dived down and ran to you,” Fred smirked, idly eating his mashed potatoes. “He brought you in.”
“Everyone was really worried for you,” Rose added. “You’d taken so many hits that day…” she shuddered. “I was so scared for you.”
“Yeah, you got hit with bludgers a total of twenty three times that weren’t serious and what? Four times that were? All without knocking yourself out, and that last one didn’t count, since you didn’t black out ‘till after hitting the wood of the Commenter’s Box. Which means that the blow to the box was what knocked you out. I think that was actually a real record that you broke of total hits by bludgers in one Quidditch game,” Lily informed me. “Of course...without blacking out.”
“Hmm…” I hummed, my mind wandering. “So when’s the next practice?”
“You’ve got to be joking,” McLaggen muttered. “You’re crazy, woman. Hot, but crazy.”
I narrowed my eyes. “Shut it, McLaggen.”
His lips were still up when he looked back at his plate.
James cleared his throat, causing me to look up. “Once you uh…once you’re done, could ya’ just come, er, come with me? Please?”
I lifted a brow, but shrugged my shoulder. “Don’t see why not, Potter.”
He blew out a breath and nodded. My mind wandered as I finished eating my lunch, thoughts racing from my mum, to Quidditch, to Potions class, to the ickle little firsties.
Potter watched me intently as I did so, I assume waiting for me to finish. So when I had finished, I stood up, motioning him to do the same. “Come on, Potter,” I sighed.
He was leading us to the owlery.
“I’m such a bloke, aren’t I?” were the first words he’d spoken when we reached the owle ry.
I lifted a brow. “Erm…I uh…I suppose so? I mean, you sure as hell look like one. You don’t have any breasts either, so I figure that’s a major giveaway.” He scowled at me. “Why, were you doubting yourself?” I giggled.
His scowl deepened. “You’re very mean, for a child of five foot four.”
Now it was me who scowled at him. “I’ll have you know I am fairly tall enough for a…I’m not even a child! I’m sixteen! I’m bloody sixteen, Potter, that is not called a child! And I am fairly tall enough for a sixteen year old. Don’t mock me,” I folded my arms together.
“Touchy, aren’t we?” he smirked. “And what makes you say that five foot four is normal? I’m six foot two!”
“Yeah, well you’re not normal, you’re a freakishly tall being!” I sputtered back. “Did you just call me up here to mock my height?”
He blinked back, in realization. “Oh, right. That. I forgot about it.”
“Mhm,” I hummed. “That. That most interesting topic which we were to discuss. It’s a very fun topic to discuss, I imagine. Wouldn’t it be so much more fun if I actually knew what the hell it was?”
He narrowed his eyes at me. “You’re far too sarcastic over everything for my liking.”
“Do I need to be up to your liking?” I questioned. “I mean, unless the team has some rules and regulations I wasn’t aware of, the only time you’d need to take that into consideration is with your girlfriend, Potter,” I rolled my eyes.
He gritted his teeth together. “Okay, okay, fine. So you know Hogsmead is coming up the Saturday after this one.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “…Yeesss. It’s marked right on our board in the Common Room.”
“Right, right,” he rubbed the side of his neck, which was flaming up. “I was uh…I uh…I wanted to know if oontedtuhgowifmeh.”
“To know if I what?” I asked, not exactly hearing though his mumbles.
“Ootedtuhgowifmeh,” he mumbled again, only a slight notch louder.
My eyebrows furrowed. “Potter, stop mumbling, I can’t understand a word you’re saying.”
“Iwantedtoknowifyouwantedtogowithme!” he babbled.
I didn’t say anything for a moment. That boy just could not speak clearly! I felt like a great prat, asking him what the hell he was saying, a third time, so I just nodded, and said, “Yeah sure,” hoping he was asking if I was sure I wanted to beater or something like that.
He sort of awkwardly left and I leaned over the ledge of the owlry. I smiled to myself. God, it felt good to walk after no movement for a week.
“So,” Rose winked, as she walked to Tranfiguration with me the following morning. “Jamsie told us about your date.”
I stared at her quizzically. “My date? With who? When did I have a date? I was in the hospital wing for a week straight!”
“With James, you silly!”
My jaw dropped. “What…but…when…but…but…WHAT DATE?”
“The one for Hogsmead! Duh,” she rolled her eyes.
I froze in the middle of the Transfig classroom, thinking back to the scene at the owlry. Iwantedtoknowifyouwantedtogowithme. I wanted to know if you wanted to go with me. Oh my god, how could I have been so stupid? Obviously, if he brought up Hogsmead, he wouldn’t just change tracks and ask if I was sure I wanted to be a beater! Stupid, stupid, stupid!
“Miss Patil, is there a problem?”
I blinked. “Wha-? No! No. Sorry, Professor, I just…I just uh, got some shocking news is all. Sorry, Professor.”
“Alright, just…please have a seat,” she smiled. She actually smiled.
God, this day just keeps getting weirder and weirder.
I took my usual seat between Rose and Potter (I don’t even know how the hell I ended up between them, but I suppose it’ll help with the current situation.)
I dipped my quill into the ink and began to write on my piece of parchment. It was enchanted, see. That way Rose, Lily, Abby, Roxanne, and I could all talk to each other at any time whether we were in the same class or on opposite ends of Hogwarts. And the best part, the words disappear if you say ‘Pretty please with a snitch on top.’ You know. In case a teacher catches you.
Rose, it’s Mags. You’ve got it all wrong. I’m not going on a date with Potter!
Woah, woah, wait. WHAT? –Roxxie
My brother just got the guts to ask you out on a proper date? Lils
Ro-But of course you are! He told me he asked you himself, yesterday when he pulled you away.
Alright, guys, cut the crap. Which one of you forced him into doing it? Mag
Sure as hell wasn’t me! Why are you doubting it, though? Hogwarts most eligible bachelor asked YOU on a date! –Ro
He’s still #1? –Roxxie
Unfortunately so. –Lils
Off track, guys. That’s not the point. Point is that it’s all a misunderstanding. See, he kept mumbling at the actual asking out on a date part so I asked him to repeat twice. I didn’t want to ask again for him to repeat, you know how embarrassing that is? So I just went along and said ‘Sure’ hoping he asked something like ‘You sure you want to be a beater?’ –Mags
But you admit he’s fit as hell and you fancy him? –Roxxie
Rox, that’s our cousin you’re talking about… -Ro
Oh shut up, not like that! I know that, that’s sickening (in my perspective). Although, I’m just saying, we do have a fit and very good looking cousin. If anyone were to date him, I’d sure as hell want Maggie to. –Roxxie
But I don’t! I don’t even fancy the arse! –Mags
This just got *really* awkward… -Lils
Sorry, Lily –Mags
You’re in denial. It’s okay, Maggie. We all go through it. Just like I was denying that Matthew Davies was fit as hell. But it’s okay. I snogged him senseless two days ago in a broom cupboard. Bye bye went denial. Yours will too (wink, wink). –Roxxie
Bad mental images. BAD MENTAL IMAGES. –Ro
Roxanne Tonks Weasley! I do not and will never fancy your cousin. I am not going to and never plan to snog your pig head of a cousin. AND I AM NOT IN DENIA
“Patil, Weasley! What are you doing?” McGonagall marched up to us. I stuffed the parchment in my bag quickly before she could see it. Rose, however, was not as quick to put hers away. “Give it here, Weasley.”
She bit her lip. I knew exactly what she was thinking. That she couldn’t let her read it, and especially not out loud to the class. It would embarrass both me and James. Rose was just a great friend. “N-no professor! Please don’t take it! P-Pretty please with a snitch on top!”
McGonagall snatched it just as the words faded off. I breathed out in relief. McGonagall inspected it everywhere, but handed it back soon. “Why were you so desperate to have it back, Miss Weasley?” she asked, suspiciously.
“She’s far too embarrassed to say it, professor,” I sighed, cutting in. “Thing is, you see, she lost her notes and she was trying to quickly copy down mine, but before she could you’d come cut in and took it from her. She really didn’t want people finding out just what a slacker she is. Shame, really,” I tutted.
Rose narrowed her eyes at me, mouthing ‘Don’t be so dramatic!’ behind McGonagall.
“Very well then,” she said, curtly. “See to it, Miss Weasley, that you be properly organized better.”
“Yes, professor,” she chorused and took a seat back down.
I exchanged a glance with Rose before pulling out my parchment and quickly writing Guys, Rose and I will have to get back to you later. –Mag
“Didn’t peg you as a liar, Green,” James muttered from the corners of his mouth, so discreetly, that I wouldn’t have known it was him if not for two things:
1. The smirk on his face when I jumped.
2. He said ‘Green.’ He’s the only one to call me so.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Potter,” I muttered.
His smirk grew wider. “Potter, is it? No cute little nickname for me?”
“Why the hell would I, Potter?” I gritted out through my teeth.
“I mean, you are going on a date with moi,” he grew smug.
I narrowed my eyes at him. “Accidentally, Potter. Accidentally.”
He froze. “Wait, what?”
“Later,” I hissed.
“No, you tell me, now!”
“Later!” I hissed again.
“Green, I swear if you don’t-”
“Is there a problem back there, Mister Potter?”
He smirked. “Oh, no Professor. Sorry for the interruption. It’s just that Green here just told me that her accepting to be my date for the Hogsmead trip was accidental,” he said, half smirking, half gritting his teeth.
My jaw fell. That jerk!
Oh wait. Nobody knows who the hell ‘Green’ is.
“Mister Potter, while that may be of inconvenience, please keep your personal matters to yourself for a time more appropriate.” She paused. “Who is this ‘Green’?”
“Oh, I forgot. That’s my nickname for little ol’ Maggie here!” he grinned, shoving me into a side hug, which rather actually hurt.
Well…there goes that thought. Now everyone will know me as ‘the girl who blew off James freakin’ Sirius bloody Potter.’ I will never live it down.
“What’s wrong with her?” Abby asked.
“Oh, that’s right, you weren’t in the Parchment,” Rose tutted.
Abby pouted. “Aw, damn, I missed it! What was it about?”
“Here,” Rose nicked my parchment and handed it to Abby. Abby raised her brow as she read through it. Once Abby was finished, Rose continued, telling the entire story of what happened after it. “And then he says ‘I forgot, ‘Green’ is my nickname for Maggie!’ and then he side hugged her in front of the entire class! It was so bloody cute!”
I scowled at her. “I don’t want to talk to about it. Leave me alone.”
“Geez, what crawled up your butt and died?” Albus asked, walking in.
We all momentarily stared, shocked. “What the…how the…Albus Severus Potter, how the fuck did you get up in the girl’s dorms?”
“Oh, some girl just levitated me up,” he shrugged. “Anyways. What crawled up-”
Rose simply did the same to Al that she did with Abby. “-was so cute!”
“I said to stop talking about it! I don’t want to even think about that jerk!”
Al raised his eyebrows. “Mags, you can’t just wallow away forever.”
“But I’ll never live it down! Every girl in our year is going to hate me! James is the bloody Hogwarts most eligible bachelor!” I whined, as he patted my head, which was now in his lap.
“I know, darling. Just let it all out, sweetheart, you’ll be fine.”
I stopped my whining for a moment to laugh so hard that I fell out of the bed-and his comfy lap. “Al, you’ve no idea how gay that sounded.”
He frowned at me. “For someone who’s devastated because of my idiotic brother, you sure do seem perfectly alright.”
I stuck my tongue out at him. Mature, I know. “Shut up, Al. I’m serious though. Do you know how many hexes I’m going to earn? Tens of dozens, that’s how many. Especially in my sleep from Montgomery. That girl just hates me, and I haven’t a single clue why!”
Al simply rolled his eyes. “You overreact to everything, hun.”
I shot him a look. “Please stop talking like that.”
“Please leave this room for once,” he countered.
“As you wish, darling.”
“Oh my god, fine!” I threw my hands up, and opened up the door. I took a step outside, and then quickly shut the door after stepping back in.
Albus sighed in frustration. “Maggie, when I said leave this room, I meant for longer than a millisecond.”
“It’s not that, Al! Montgomery shot a hex at me.”
“Oh…” he awkwardly notated.
“Well,” he cheerfully said. “Look at the bright side! At least you don’t have to go on that date with my brother after all!”
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