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Infamous by R o s m e r t a
Chapter 2 : The Kiss
 
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{amazing CI by Lady Asphodel @ TDA}

Author's Note: I'm really glad you all seem to like Hazel so far.  I added a bit more to the first chapter, so if you haven't read the longer version, you may want to go back and take a look before you get into this one.  Thank you so much for reading! <3

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It was a warm, beautiful day. The cool breeze over the lake was tickling my bare arms and rustling the pages of my book as the sun reflected brightly on the gently rippling water. I was so wrapped up in The Adventures of Martin Miggs, the Mad Muggle (hey, I never claimed all my reading was intellectually stimulating) that I hardly noticed Lily had suddenly appeared before me and was now frantically waving her arms in front of my face.

“Hazel, I’ve been looking for you everywhere!” she exclaimed.

“Mmm,” I replied, too caught up in Martin's adventures to do more than half-listen. “I’ve been here.”

“Yes, I’d gathered,” Lily snapped. 

She sounded grumpy, but I couldn’t be too arsed by it at the moment. “Good, good,” I murmured, still reading (Who keeps a guinea pig as a pet?! This bloke was just too bloody funny!).

“Hazel, look at me!”

My eyes barely flickered up to her face. “Okay,” I said, quickly returning to the book (Oh, that Martin with his skateboard—incorrigible!).

“No, Hazel,” she sighed, plucking the book from my hand, ignoring my protestations. “Really look at me.”

I did.

“Notice anything…different?” she inquired mildly.

Lily’s gorgeous auburn hair normally swung past her shoulders and reached the middle of her back. Today, it was standing straight on end. She looked like someone in one of those old Muggle cartoons who’d just been electrically shocked.

I wrinkled my nose. “Too much product?”

“No, you buffoon!” Lily smacked me—not-so-lightly—on the back of the head with my book before flopping down beside me on the blanket, exasperated. Her new hairdo didn’t budge.

“James, Al, or Freddie?” I asked.

“Yet to be determined.”

I poked at Lily’s hair. It might have almost broken my finger. “Well, whatever they used, they need to let your Uncle George know. If he incorporates it into the WonderWitch line, Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes will have the market cornered on hairspray,” I told her.

“You’re not helping.”

“Oh, I guess I must have missed your request for assistance, what with all the name-calling and violence.”

Lily turned her head and scowled at me. I gave her the Death Glare right back. She sighed. “Will you give it a rest with the chronic bitchface, Hazel? It’s going to get stuck that way.”

“I’ll have you know that CBF is a serious medical condition, Lily,” I admonished her. “It’s not to be taken lightly. There’s no known cure, you know.”

She chuckled and rolled over onto her stomach, kicking her legs around in the air, before getting down to business. “Right. Since we can’t pinpoint the perpetrator, I’m thinking we just need to nail all three of them with one big prank.”

I sighed before joining her on my stomach, chin propped up on my hand. The wind caused the ends of my hair to dance around my face. I glanced over at Lily as I pushed it back behind my shoulders, noting that she did not have any similar issues. “What’ll it be this time?”

Lily looked thoughtful for a moment, tapping her index finger against her pursed lips. “Hmm. I’m thinking we’re going to need Roxy’s Pygmy Puff and a large quantity of Bubotuber pus,” she decided. I didn’t even bother asking. It was best not to know exactly what I was being required to do until the last possible moment. Lily got to her feet and brushed herself off, though I have no idea why she would bother being concerned with the rest of her appearance when everyone was going to be staring at her head anyway. “Let’s go back to the dorm so I can grab the Cloak and you can get your dragon-hide gloves.”

I groaned and shielded my eyes from the bright sunlight as I squinted up at her. “Can’t we at least eat dinner first? I feel like this probably isn’t something I’m going to be able to handle on an empty stomach.”
 
Lily frowned down at me. I pouted back at her. “Fine,” she conceded, before grabbing me by the arm and yanking me off the ground unceremoniously. I should really work on finding a best friend who's slightly less rude.

We were on our way to the Great Hall when someone called out, “Oi, Lily! Trying something new with your hair?”

Lily and I both whirled around, my long hair flying out behind me, and hers…well, not. James was approaching us, broom in hand, his own ink-couloured locks looking even more windswept than usual. He seemed unable to keep the wide grin off his face and the laughter out of his playful hazel eyes. Lily, her light brown eyes flashing ominously, brought her foot down on his, hard, the moment he was within stomping distance.

“OW!” he cried. For a little girl, Lily packs a mean wallop. “What was that for?”

Lily snorted derisively. “Like I don’t know you had something to do with this, James Sirius Potter!” She pointed to her head (which I found quite unnecessary, actually). “You could at least have done Hazel too so I’m not the only one walking around looking like a complete ninny.”
 
“I haven’t the faintest idea what you’re talking about, sister dear,” James replied calmly, “but I’ve no desire to be murdered in my sleep.”

“Aw, Jamesie, you wouldn’t have to worry about that!” I assured him.

“No?” He eyed me suspiciously.

“Of course not! If you even considered messing with my hair, I wouldn’t dream of affording you the luxury of a quick and painless death,” I told him sweetly.

“You scare me,” he informed me. I batted my eyelashes at him in response.
 
“Are you going to fix this or not?” Lily interrupted. “It’s been four hours already!”

James smirked. “Sorry, Lils. You’ll have to take that up with Al and Freddie.”
 
“Speak of the devils.” I gestured to the troublemakers in question as they approached the three of us, schoolbooks in tow (which I found rather confusing).

“Hullo, girls,” Freddie greeted us, flinging his arm around Lily’s shoulders. As he stood at James’s height—nearly a full foot taller than Lily—he would normally use the top of Lily’s head as a convenient armrest. Since the state of Lily’s hair raised her full height to Freddie’s eyeballs, that was not currently an option. Freddie's own dark, tousled hair had been inelegantly removed from his scalp during some sort of drunken hex-a-thon with James and his other dormmates a few weeks previously, and was just starting to grow back into some semblance of normalcy. This unforunate turn of events had done nothing to deter his fan club, however; with his smooth, caramel skin and light-coloured eyes, Freddie was undoubtedly one of the most handsome boys at Hogwarts, hair or no hair. The entire female population was already in mourning over the fact that this was James and Freddie's seventh year (excepting, of course, Professor McGonagall—despite the fact that she had stepped down as Headmistress, she likely couldn't wait to rid herself of the pair of them).

Albus, who had just begun his sixth year, mirrored Freddie by swinging his own arm around my shoulders, grinning at me cheekily. Dear Merlin. How could he not hear my heart nearly pounding out of my chest? There was only about a five-inch difference in our heights, so I didn’t have to crane my neck back like I was viewing a particularly tall skyscraper to look at his face (unlike Lily, who was currently doing so in order to glare menacingly at Freddie). I managed to tilt my chin up and smile back at Al, who threw me a careless wink. It had approximately the same effect on me as a well-placed Jelly-Legs Jinx.

Everyone always said Al looked just like his father, right down to the emerald-green eyes glinting behind his slim, wire-rimmed glasses. I could never understand why he didn't get nearly as much attention from Hogwarts' female population as his brother and cousin. Not that I'm complaining—first, because I wouldn't put it past myself to lose my cool and get into some hysterical bitch-fight with one of Al's admirers, and second, because we had enough issues as it was with James and Freddie's popularity (for example, the Great Love Potion Epidemic of 2022, during which we all had to take turns taste-testing the gits' food for two months).

I’d been smitten with Al for so long that I can’t even remember how or when it began.  Whenever he put his arm around me like this, though, it would always remind me of my first year at Hogwarts. Early on, some nasty Slytherin girls in Al’s year had somehow found out about the “thing” with my hair. They took to cornering me in the bathrooms, tugging on my pigtails as they threatened to curse me in my sleep so that I’d never be able to grow hair again. After one such incident, Al happened to be walking past the loo as I came shuffling out, tears spilling down my cheeks. Once he figured out what had been going on, he draped his arm around me protectively and marched straight up to the girls, who were standing a little way down the hall, laughing. Rarely have I seen Al so angry. He yelled at them for several minutes, until the lot of them were well and truly ashamed of themselves (to this day, none of them can look me in the eye). Al made sure they each apologized to me before he led me away to the kitchens for some hot chocolate. I’d already had a crush on him long before then, but from that moment, I was a goner.

I was snapped out of my reverie by Al’s deep voice. “James, Serena’s looking for you.”  Lily and I groaned loudly while James scowled and mussed his dark, already-mussed hair, his hazel eyes flashing with anger and not a little annoyance. “Sorry, mate,” Al mumbled, casting those gorgeous green eyes downward as he ran a hand through his own dark locks.

Serena Shacklebolt was a sixth-year Ravenclaw and the daughter of Kingsley, the current Minister for Magic and a great friend of the Wotters. Like the Wotters, Serena regularly got an enormous amount of press. Unlike the Wotters, Serena could do no wrong in the eyes of the media. With her beautiful dark complexion, big brown innocent doe eyes, and cherub face, she quickly became wizarding Britain’s sweetheart at a young age. Practically everyone adored her. 

There was just one problem: she was a complete and utter twat.

The Wotter kids and myself haven’t the slightest clue how Serena has managed to fool an entire nation of wizards into seeing her as anything other than the vile, manipulative, cruel, heartless bitch that she is. Unfortunately, even James had fallen under her wicked spell for nearly four years. Every sordid detail of their relationship—or the tabloids’ version of it, anyhow—was splashed across the pages of newspapers and magazines everywhere. Naturally, whenever something went awry, James was pinned as the bad guy. Over the years, no matter how many times Serena cheated, instigated massive blowouts over nothing, or dumped him out of sheer boredom, James was painted as the heartbreaker; an incurable ladies’ man.

The idiot finally wised up about six months ago and ended things with Serena for good.  Predictably, Serena refused to accept the fact that anyone would have the audacity to break up with her. Over the past six months, she had managed to wrangle James into several compromising positions conveniently photographed by paparazzi, and ordered her minions to leak stories of their "pending reunion" while threatening any female who dared speak to James within an inch of their lives. Serena always hated that I was perpetually hanging around the Wotter clan, so even I wasn’t exempt from these guerilla tactics (though Lily and I quickly discovered that a few well-placed Stinging Hexes soon sent the minions scurrying back to their evil dictator). Serena often sought out James to ensure that everybody saw them together in public, while simultaneously trying to weasel her way back into his arms.

In short, we despised this bitch.

“Why won’t she just move the fuck on and let me be?” James lamented for what must have been the billionth time. “She had no problem being with other guys when we were together; I don’t see what’s stopping her now.”

It’s her sense of entitlement.” Lily sighed, moving to flick her hair back out of habit and failing miserably. “She thinks she should have whatever she wants because she’s Serena bloody Shacklebolt, and you took that away from her.”

“Yeah,” I agreed. “Then there’s also the fact that she’s the twattiest twat in all of twatdom.”

James laughed and shoved Al away so he could put his own arm around me instead (speaking of twats…). “Leave it to good ol’ Hazel to tell it how it is.” I shot him a look that clearly said, Duh.

"Shall we eat, boys and girls?” Freddie rubbed his palms together excitedly, books shoved carelessly under his arm. Like me, Freddie was perpetually hungry. We’re practically soulmates in that way.

“Onward!” James pointed to the castle and dragged me with him toward it. I could hear Al and Lily bickering behind me as he insisted that her hair looked no different than normal, and she threatened to hex him into oblivion. “Seriously Haze,” James mumbled. “What am I supposed to do?”

I glanced up at him, slightly taken aback. Rarely had I heard or seen James so downtrodden; he was generally far too busy being a world-class git for that. James and I may have our moments (and they’re usually 24 hours a day), but when it comes down to it, he’s family. I loved him and the rest of the Wotters more than life itself and, like Lily, was ferociously protective of the lot of them (almost as protective as I am of my hair…almost). I really wanted to help him get out of this funk, and I hated that Serena twatface Shacklebolt had put him there. “James, you just need to date someone else,” I told him. “Once she sees that you’ve moved on and she can’t intimidate you into a relationship with her, she’ll tire of her little games and leave you alone.”

James scoffed. “Easier said than done. She’s terrified nearly every girl in this school not related to me—none of them will even look at me!”

“Are you sure that isn’t simply due to their good taste?” He used his free hand to poke me in the ribs, hard. “Okay, okay.” I thought for a moment. “Is there anyone in particular that you fancy right now?” I asked. James’s face reddened slightly. “Out with it!”

"You know that Hufflepuff in Al's year—Gemma Tate?”

 I did. Gemma Tate was adorable—curly blonde hair, big hazel eyes, and very petite. She was also one of the nicest people you’ll ever meet. Unfortunately, that made her an easy target for Serena and her cronies. “Well, Serena’s obviously going to try to intimidate any girl you date at first,” I began.

James nodded miserably. “I know.”

“Do you think she’d be able to intimidate Gemma?”

James snorted. “Of course! Gemma’s far too sweet for her not to.”

“Do you think that would keep Gemma from dating you altogether?”

“That’s the whole problem!” We arrived at the Great Hall and James pushed open the doors, subjecting us to the sudden noisy din of everyone sitting down to supper. “It probably would.”

“Well, then, she sucks,” I informed him bluntly. James and I stopped just inside the entrance of the Great Hall to continue our conversation as Lily (hair once again flowing over her shoulders), Al (frowning as he investigated the large crack now visible across his glasses, likely courtesy of his loving sister), and Freddie made their way toward the rest of the Wotter clan already chowing down at the Gryffindor table. “I’m sorry, James, but you need someone who isn’t afraid of Serena, or who is and just doesn’t care because you mean more to her than that. After everything Serena’s put you through, you at least deserve that much.”

James finally withdrew his arm from my shoulders and turned to look at me directly, shocked. “Why, Hazel Ophelia Wood!”

I narrowed my eyes at him.  “Stop it.”

“I’m so touched!”

“I hate you.”

“That may be the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me!”

“Do you want me to hex you right now?”

Apparently so, because James then commenced pinching my cheeks. “I knew, somewhere, deep down, you didn’t really find me so fatheaded and annoying.”

I was just thinking how lovely it was (relatively speaking, of course) that James was acting normal again when I spotted her. “Oh, Merlin’s loose hairy--" I started. James continued grinning at the Death Glare across my face—until he realized it was no longer directed at him. He whirled and saw what I was looking at—Serena Shacklebolt herself waltzing toward us. A huge, fake smile was plastered on her face, but her dark eyes glittered dangerously.

“James,” she called from a few feet away, though we were both already staring at her. Of course, this drew the attention of the students at the tables closest to use. “What do you think you’re doing?” she hissed once only the two of us were in earshot.

James looked at her blankly. “Talking to Hazel. Not that it’s any of your business.”

“Of course it’s my business!” Serena was fuming. “Do you have any idea how you’re making me look by being all over…her?” She spat out the last word as though it were poisoned and turned to fix her glare on me for the first time.

I smiled at her sweetly as I dipped into a low, mocking curtsey. “Good evening, Your Twattiness,” I said politely before rising. “It’s splendid to see you as well.”

Serena’s eyes narrowed as her glare turned to one of pure malevolence. “Excuse me?”

I cleared my throat and began to repeat myself, very slowly. “I…said…’Good…evening—'“

“Serena, I don’t care,” James cut me off. “You’re the one making yourself look like a fool because you won’t just accept the fact that we’re done and move on.” James had raised his voice by now and a large portion of the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff tables were staring at the three of us.

Serena tore her eyes away from mine and began to laugh as though this were the most amusing thing she’d ever heard. “Oh James, I’ll never move on. And neither will you.” She looked immensely pleased with herself. “I’ve made damn sure of that,” she added in a dangerously low voice.

James licked his lips nervously. “You’re wrong. I have moved on.”

Serena flipped her dark hair behind her shoulder and raised one eyebrow (bitch—I’ve always wanted to be able to do that). “You’ve…moved on,” she repeated doubtfully.

 “A bit slow on the uptake, isn’t she, Jamie?” I stage-whispered to him. Serena shot daggers at me while James ignored my comment.

“Yes,” he said. “I have. You can’t intimidate every girl in Britain to stay away from me, you know.”

Serena scoffed and gave him a look that clearly said, Wanna bet? “Who is she then?  Surely you can’t be dating…her.” She hurled another glare my way.

“Ha-zel,” I said slowly, pointing to myself. I rolled my eyes before suddenly realizing thebitch was actually trying to insult me. “Wait, wha—“

“As a matter of fact, I am,” James cut in quickly. I gaped at him in disbelief for a moment before quickly snapping my mouth shut and deciding to go along with it. James clearly needed all the help he could get to escape Serena’s evil clutches.

I began to nod vigorously as Serena glanced at me, then back at James before throwing her head back and laughing loudly. By now the entire Great Hall was practically silent, hanging on to every word of our conversation. “James, if you think for one second that I’m going to believe you’re dating your kid sister’s friend—“

I was too busy thinking of a clever retort regarding the fact that Lily and I were only a year younger than Her Twattiness to notice James take a deep breath and turn toward me. It was only when he grabbed the back of my head that I glanced at him in alarm, saw the manic look in his eye, and registered what was happening as James’s lips crashed down onto mine.

For a moment, I was too stunned to respond. This was how my first kiss was going down? I mean, seriously? Then James snaked his free arm around my waist and pulled me against him tightly. “Please, Hazel,” he murmured against my lips. I found myself wrapping my own arms around him as I finally began kissing him back. His tongue darted out and over my bottom lip, coaxing my mouth open so that it could graze against my own. 

Sodding hell, I realized after a few moments, I’m making out with James Potter in front of the entire bloody school! He seemed to come to his senses as well—we both pulled away, short of breath but grinning madly, as the Wotter portion of the Gryffindor table erupted into cheers and wolf whistles. I glanced behind James and saw that Serena had disappeared. I smiled up at him smugly and he gave me a discreet low five.

“If you two are quite finished.”

I spun around to find Lily scowling at James and me, arms folded across her chest.

Bollocks.


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