Chapter 8 : Eight
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The rest of the day was painfully slow, and I was dying to tell Lucy about Lysander. How she didn't realize that he had feelings for her was beyond me, but I was still going to be a good friend and help her see the obvious. Without telling Lysander, of course. I know, I know, it might seem harsh, but trust me it was the only was that this was going to get done. So I kept my mouth shut throughout the rest of the afternoon, and tried to carry on a normal conversation through dinner, but I think that Lysander and Lucy both knew that something was up.
"Dinner was great wasn't it?" I said as we walked towards the common room.
"Yeah, I guess so. It wasn't any different than it normally is," Lysander said, giving me a weird look. "Are you ok, Dee? Something seems... off."
"Off? Well of course something's off! I just spent an entire day with Louis Weasley, didn't I?"
Nice cover, Darcy! I'd like to see them get through that!
"Sure," Lysander said warily.
We sat down in the comfortable chairs by the fire, and I tucked my feet up under me, settling down into the chair.
"So how did your date with Louis really go?" Lucy asked.
"It was... I guess weird would be the only way to describe it," I said.
"Weird in what way?" Lysander asked.
"I don't know... It started out how I expected to, which was fine. He was a jerk, and I snapped at him, just like normal. But then he was sort of nice to me. I swear we had a whole conversation without a single obnoxious comment! But then things went back to normal by the time we got to the Three Broomsticks. I'm just glad the whole thing is over."
"Darcy, have you ever thought about the possibility that Louis might actually like you?" Lucy asked hesitantly.
"Like me as in you think your cousin fancies me?" I said. I think my jaw actually dropped when I thought about it.
"But he's been a prat for years! If he liked me wouldn't he be, oh, I don't know, nice to me?"
"You know how he is. He has to make some grand gesture to get your attention."
"So starting rumors about me counts as an attention-grabbing grand gesture?" I cried.
That's it, all of the Weasleys are nuts. And I mean completely off their rockers. It's a good thing I really like Lucy, otherwise I would have shipped her off to St. Mungo's. I mean, how could Louis Weasley actually fancy me? She had to be wrong. He just enjoyed terrorizing me every single day, that was all.
"I'm just saying that it wouldn't be all that strange if he did really like you," Lucy said, shrugging.
"Well I don't like him, so even if he did fancy me, it won't get him anywhere," I said, standing and stretching. "I'm really exhausted from today. I think I'm going to go up to bed."
"That doesn't sound like a bad idea. I'll see you both tomorrow," Lysander said, heading to the boys dormitories.
"Finally! Lu, we need to talk. Come on," I said, grabbing her arm and pulling her to our dorm.
"Darcy! What are you doing?" she laughed, pulling her arm from my grip and following me up the stairs.
"I need to finish telling you what I started saying earlier, when we were at the Three Broomsticks."
"Yeah. I don't really know how to put this gently, Lu."
"Do you know how to put anything gently?" she asked, smirking.
I shot her a glare before continuing. "Anyway, I have something important to tell you! Lysander-" I started, but was cut off when Bridget and Carrie entered our dorm.
"What about Lysander?" Bridget asked.
"Nothing. So how was Hogsmeade? I saw you and Isaiah together," I told Carrie.
"It was really great. We went to all the shops, and stopped for butterbeer at the Three Broomsticks. I saw you and Louis come in, Darcy."
I groaned. "Great. I wanted to keep that as private as possible."
"Why, so you could snog him?" Tessa asked, walking in.
"What is your problem, Tessa?" Bridget asked.
"Do you really want me to answer that?" Tessa shot back.
"I know you weren't looking forward to today, and it was probably hard to get through, but you did it. It's all done now, right?" Carrie said.
"Exactly," I said, my mood brightening. "It's all done and I can forget about it."
Oh how horribly, miserably wrong I was.
"Well you seem to be in a good mood," Lysander said as I grinned at him from across the Hufflepuff table in the Great Hall.
"I'm just soaking in the joy of being done with Louis."
"It really doesn't cross her mind that he's your cousin, does it?" Lysander said to Lucy, who was sitting next to me.
"Oh, shush! Lu, you know I don't want to make you feel bad."
"I know. Frankly, I think you two are hilarious. It's been four years yet he still gets under your skin," she smirked.
"I take back what I said about making you feel bad. Your cousin is a git."
"You have got to come up with a new insult, Darcy. I'm afraid that that one's lost it's sting."
"Go away, Louis," I said, turning to see him standing behind me.
"How about I join you instead," he said, sitting down in the empty seat next to me.
I looked for an escape but I was stuck between two members of the Weasley family, and the Great Hall was packed, so I couldn't run out without someone noticing. What did I do to deserve this?
"What do you want, Louis?" I asked, scooting as far away from him as I could.
"Really, Darcy, no need to sound so happy to see me," he said sarcastically, raising his eyebrows. "I just wanted to talk to you about something."
"Well unfortunately for you, talking requires two people, and I don't want to talk to you so you're out of luck."
"Then what is it we're doing right now?" he asked, smirking.
"We're just... You're obnoxious," I said, as I realized that he had gotten me to talk to him anyway.
"Look, I actually came over to ask you something," he said.
"Well I don't know if we're going to have time for that. We have a class to get to," I said, standing and pulling Lucy up after me. "Sorry, Louis."
I started walking out, with Lysander jogging to catch up to Lucy and I, and was almost at the door when Louis called after me.
"It'll only take a second," he said, moving to block me way out of the Great Hall.
People were starting to stare and I inwardly cringed. What was it with Louis and his ability to make our conversations a school-wide thing?
"I want to ask you something," he said loudly.
"Louis, do we really have to do this here?" I hissed.
"Darcy," he said, grinning at me. "Would you be my girlfriend?"
"W-what? Girlfriend?" I asked, shocked. "Why on earth would I-"
"Towel Incident," he mouthed, winking.
Damn, he was good. And I hated it. But I cleared my throat anyway, and avoided Lucy and Lysander's open-mouthed stares as I looked at Louis.
"Sure, Louis. I'll be your girlfriend."
Merlin help me.
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