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Chapter 4 : Four
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"Mind if I sit here?"
I looked up to find Louis Weasley smirking down at me. Behind him the entire female population of our class, with the exception of Lucy, shot me dirty looks. Well any on of them could switch places with me. I'd gladly be anywhere other than being the object of Louis's fancy.
"Yes, actually, I do. I'm already sitting with Lucy and Lysander," I said, glaring.
"But the table seats four. And, if I'm counting correctly, you, Lucy, and Lysander only make three. Which means there's one more spot left for me," he said, sliding in next to me. "Isn't that lucky?"
I opened my mouth to snap at him, but Professor Flitwick started the lesson before I could retort.
"Today we will be breaking into pairs to work on nonverbal spells, using some of the charms we learned last year. One of you will cast the Aguamenti charm, and the other will try and repel it. No casting spells on your partner if their back is turned. I don't want any terrible mishaps today. All clear?"
"Yes, Professor," we said. He read the list of names, and I tuned him out, until I heard my name from the front of the room.
"Darcy Finnigan will be paired with Louis Weasley."
"Professor, you can't pair me with him! I-"
"I'm sorry Miss Finnigan, but you two will have to work together. Now get to it!"
I walked to the back of the room where Louis was waiting for me with a stupid grin on his stupid face.
"I know you think this is funny, but it's really not. So let's just get this over with," I said.
"As you wish," he said, gesturing for me to take my place across from him.
I turned to him and raised my wand, waiting for his charm that I had to block. I stood, growing bored, as he smirked and stood with his wand lazily pointed towards me. He was trying to catch me off guard, and I knew I couldn't let that happen. If he got past my shield charm I'd be mortified. The minutes slowly ticked by, and I ventured a glance around the room to see how the other pairs were doing. Lucy was smiling triumphantly as Lysander stood across from her, soaking wet. Flitwick seriously put the two of them together? Does everyone but me have to be pair with someone they actually like? Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Louis raise his wand, and as a jet of water came shooting towards me, I couldn't help my spell from escaping my lips.
"Protego!" I cried, and a shield erupted from my wand.
"Miss Finnigan, I believe I said that today was for nonverbal spells only," Flitwick said, approaching me.
"Yes, Professor. Sorry," I said, blushing.
Louis smiled as Flitwick hobbled away, and went back to observing the other pairs of students.
"Getting in trouble on the first day back? That must be new for you," he said.
"You irritate me," I snapped.
"Really? Then at least I know that means you're thinking about me. And irritation can easily turn into something more... passionate," he said, winking at me.
"And you're adorable when you're angry."
"Can't you just leave me alone and go snog your reflection or something?"
"And so witty, too."
"Listen, Weasley. I don't know what your weird fascination with me is all about, but it gets on my nerves. So if you could be so kind as to stop bothering me, I'd be really grateful."
Flitwick clapped his hands from the front of the room, and wobbled a bit on the stack of books he was standing on.
"Good work today, seventh years. I'd like an essay on the Auguamenti charm by the end of the week. You're free to go."
I packed up my books as quickly as possible, and grabbed Lucy and Lysander and we got out of the classroom before Louis could talk to me again.
"I can't believe you and Weasley were partners. Must be your luck, Dee," Lysander said.
"And this day was going so well," I groaned.
Luckily for me, the few weeks after our first day back were much better. Louis managed not to be on the receiving end of one of my hexes, and I was doing well in my classes. Lysander was still in love with Lucy, and still hasn't told her how he felt, which annoyed me.
"Why don't you ask her to Hogsmeade?" I said as we sat doing homework, late one Sunday night.
It was nearing the middle of October, and the first Hogsmeade weekend of the year was coming up.
"I don't know..." he said, looking nervous.
"You can always ask her to go as a friend if you still won't tell her that you've been in love with her for the past two and a half years."
"You make me sound so desperate!"
"Lys, you've loved the same girl for over two years, and have had countless opportunities to tell her, but haven't. Not to mention the fact that you won't ask any other girl to go out with you because you're waiting for Lu. You are desperate."
"Thanks so much for your support."
"That's what I'm here for, isn't it?" I said, flashing him a cheeky grin.
"Hey you two. What are we up to now?" Lucy asked, plopping down next to me.
"Just talking. I've been trying to work on our Potions essay for two hours now, and feel like I haven't gotten anywhere. I need to relax," I said, sprawling out on the rug.
"Go take a hot bath. That's what my mum always tells me to do," Lucy said.
I shot up, an idea forming as I spoke. "You know where I could take a nice, hot bath and be undisturbed?"
"Where?" Lysander asked warily.
"The prefect's bathroom."
"But you aren't a prefect, Dee."
"But Lucy is! Can you get me in? Please, Lu? Just this once?" I said, giving her my best puppy dog eyes.
"Darcy, I can't! No one but the prefects and head boy and girl can go in there!"
"Please, please, please! No one would know! Everyone else is already in bed."
Oh, fine," she said. "But just this once!"
"Thank you, thank you, thank you! You're the best, Lu!"
And that was how I found myself soaking in the huge bathtub that was reserved for prefects and the head boy and girl. Maybe I should beg Lucy to let me in here more often... The water was the perfect temperature, and pink and blue and purple bubbles filled the tub. The soap smelled amazing, and I could stay there for hours. After I was satisfied with my bath, and my fingers and toes were starting to wrinkle, I slipped out of the water and wrapped a fluffy, white towel around me, pulling my hair up in a knot on top of my head. I walked around the corner of the bathroom, to go get my clothes where I had left them and froze.
"Oh Merlin! Louis, what are you doing in here?" I shrieked, pulling my towel closer to me.
"I could ask you the same question," he replied. He was way too calm. I was standing there in a sodding towel and he wasn't freaking out! Why wasn't he freaking out?
"What do you think I was doing? I was taking a bath!"
"Well I can see that," he smirked, as I shrank further into my towel. "Merlin, Darcy. Don't tell me you actually have curves under there."
"That's none of your business! Now stop looking!"
He dragged his eyes up and down my figure once more then turned around with a smug smile on his face. Why in the name of Helga Hufflepuff didn't I have my wand? Then I could hex his sorry arse and he'd actually leave!
"No! You're still here, so of course I'm not happy!" I said, running back around the corner where he couldn't see me.
"Well you didn't ask me to leave, and I'm quite content to be standing here, actually."
"Go away, you git! You can't be in here!"
"Actually, I can. I'm Head Boy, so I have every right to be in here, unlike you. Last I checked, you weren't Head Girl, and you weren't a prefect, which means you aren't allowed in this bathroom. I should take house points."
"No! Don't take points. I won't come in here again, ok?"
"Fine, I won't take points. Just be careful next time. We wouldn't want someone walking in on you, would we?"
I could hear the smirk in his voice and glared at his back as he left me to change. I thought I was done with Louis, and that he'd forget about our little incident, but Merlin was I wrong. The worst was yet to come. Louis Weasley had something to hold over me, and he knew exactly how to use it.
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