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Chapter 5 : Five
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The other seventh year girls in Hufflepuff were all crowded onto my bed as I told them about my terrible run-in with Louis. Most of them had been asleep when I got back from the horrifying experience, but I had woken them all up with my hysterics... What? This was a big deal!
"And you were only wearing a towel?" Bridget asked, raising her eyebrows.
"Bridge, she already went over that. Are you sure you're ok, Darcy?" Carrie asked sweetly.
"If by ok you mean terrified by the fact that the one person who I consider annoyance in human form now has this to hold over me, then yes, I'm absolutely peachy."
"I'm sure it wasn't that bad. You're probably just overreacting," Tessa said, rolling her eyes from where she was laying on her bed.
"Don't you tell me it wasn't that bad, Tessa Lane! I don't even know how long he was standing there," I said, shuddering.
"I'm sure it'll be fine, Dee. I can always talk to him if you need me to," Lucy said.
"As long as he doesn't tell anyone about this, I'll be fine. If it stays between us, I can handle him."
"Are you sure?" Carrie said, her blue eyes filled with concern.
"Definitely. I've got a jinx or two up my sleeve that I can use on him."
"But you wouldn't actually hurt him, right?"
"Carrie Eileen Price, I don't understand how you can be so good," I said with a grin, as the other girls went back to their beds.
"She does it to make the rest of us look bad. There's an evil genius somewhere in there, trust me," Bridget said, smirking at Carrie, who was blushing beneath her freckles.
"I think we should all get to bed," she said in response, as the pink tinge faded from her freckled cheeks.
"It's not like no one else thought of that," Tessa said dryly from her bed, where she yanked the curtains shut.
"Just ignore her," Bridget said to Carrie, before going off to her own four poster and pulling the hangings closed.
"See you in the morning, Bridge. Goodnight, Lucy. Goodnight, Darcy."
"Goodnight, Carrie," we said together.
"Don't worry about Louis, ok, Dee? I'm sure he's forgotten about it," Lucy said.
"I hope so," I whispered as the other girls drifted off to sleep.
The next morning, no one mentioned the towel incident, as I had taken to calling it. I took that as a good sign for the rest of the day, as I pulled on my uniform and walked down to breakfast with Lucy, Carrie, and Bridget. As we reached the Great Hall, Carrie went over to the Ravenclaw table to sit with her boyfriend, Isaiah. I saw him peck her on the cheek, and she grinned shyly, taking his hand. They really were adorable together. Her blonde hair, blue eyes, and freckles went well with his black hair, dark skin, and dark brown eyes. Plus they were mad about each other, and he was a perfect gentleman about it, which I thought was really sweet. As we found Lysander, Lucy and I lost Bridget too, when she went off to sit with a few girls from Gryffindor.
"Hey, Lys," I said as we sat down.
"Hey. Did you get back to the common room alright last night?" he asked through a mouthful of eggs.
"Oh no. You don't know what happened," I groaned, putting my head in my hands.
"What happened? You didn't get caught did you?"
"You tell him," I said, nudging Lucy with my elbow.
"Louis caught her," she said, not bothering to sugar coat it.
"What?" Lysander cried, drawing attention from a few people sitting around us.
"Shhh! He didn't take points, though."
"Well if he didn't take points, then that's not too bad, right?"
"Lys," I said. "You don't understand. He caught me in the prefect's bathroom wearing nothing but a towel! Now he has this to hold over me for the rest of my life!"
"The rest of your life? That's being a bit dramatic isn't it, Dee?" Louis said, sitting down next to me.
"You can't sit there! And don't call me Dee."
"Lucy and Lysander call you Dee," he said, smirking.
"Well Lucy and Lysander are my friends. You aren't my friend and therefore can't call me Dee. Understand?"
"Sure, sure. So, Darcy," he said, making me glare at him. "I thought we could talk about what happened last night."
"There's nothing to talk about, Louis. It's over. That's the past, and now we have to move on with our lives."
"Well maybe I don't want to move on," he said quietly, making me shudder.
"You really should. It's not healthy to stay hung up on..." I trailed off as I saw the look on his face. "Why are you smiling like that? It's creepy."
"I'm smiling because I just had a brilliant idea."
"I don't like the sound of that," I said, inwardly cringing.
"I want you to go to Hogsmeade with me," he announced.
"Me? Go to Hogsmeade with you? You're mad! Why would I ever want to do that?" I demanded.
"Because I know something that could get you into trouble, and the happier I am, the quieter I'll be."
"Louis, you can't try and blackmail her into a date! That's a disaster waiting to happen!" Lucy said. Lucy Weasley, the voice of reason. Have I ever mentioned how much I love that girl?
"Why not? It's fun, and it's not like she'd go with me otherwise."
"I'm sitting right here, you know!" I said.
"Which brings me back to my point. Now how about that trip to Hogsmeade?"
"And if I say yes, you won't take off points for what happened?" I asked.
"Not a single point will be taken from Hufflepuff," he said.
"And no one else will know about last night?"
"Nope. That is, unless you want them to," he said, smirking.
I shook my head. There was no way anyone was finding out about last night. I sighed. "Fine. I'll go to Hogsmeade with you. But don't expect me to have a good time," I said, giving him a scowl.
"I knew you'd see reason. Well, I'd better be off. I'll see you this weekend for our date," he said, and I cringed as he sauntered off.
"Who would think that he'd stoop down to this level? Blackmailing you for a date..." Lysander said.
"I'd think that. Trust me when I say that I don't think there's anything Louis Weasley wouldn't do," I said.
"You'll get through it, Dee. It's only one afternoon, right?" Lucy said.
I know she was trying to be comforting, and all, but it really wasn't working. Especially with the mood I was in. I had to go on a bloody date with the one guy I can't stand. Who also happened to be the one guy who'd seen me almost naked, and was willing to use that to get what he wanted. I just thanked my lucky stars that it was only for an afternoon.
"Dee, the mails here. Looks like you got something," Lysander said, as my parents' owl dropped a letter on my plate as it flew by.
I tore it open and immediately recognized my father's handwriting.
My dear Darcy,
How has school been? Classes aren't too hard, I hope. You're doing your homework and getting enough sleep? You're mum and I miss you, and even though he doesn't say it, I know Dean misses you, too. How's Hufflepuff's Quidditch team doing this year? You're mum wanted me to tell you that she can't wait for you to come home for Christmas, and that she'd love it if Lucy and Lysander could visit, as well. Your brother has some news that i think you'll like. He got a job at Weasley's Wizard Wheezes with Lucy's uncle George, and they're working on a new line of fireworks. They want to debut them on New Year's Eve, so we'll be the first to see them! Write as often as you can, your mother and I love getting your letters! I love you, sweetheart.
"Who's it from?" Lucy asked.
"Dad. He and Mum want you to come visit over Christmas."
"Of course we will! Right, Lys?"
"Definitely!" he said with a grin. "Your mum always makes amazing food while we're on holiday, and between her and Lucy's Gran, there's not a second when I'm hungry."
"Lu, did you know Dean's working for your Uncle George?" I asked.
"No, he didn't tell me! Since when?"
"Just recently. They're developing a new line of fireworks."
My brother had inherited my father's flare for pyrotechnics, and creating fireworks was his dream job. He had to be having the time of his life, especially if he was working with George Weasley.
"I can't wait to see them!" Lucy said.
And for a moment, Louis was forgotten, as we finished breakfast and walked to Transfiguration, still chattering about Dean's fireworks, Christmas, Quidditch and getting to see our families during the holiday.
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