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Peanut Butter Geli Time by LilyLunaPotter17
Chapter 6 : Close Encounters
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If you take a look at a cess pit, you’re basically taking a look at my life.

Before you ask, no, I was not planning on kissing Brandon, it just happened, okay?

And I was definitely not planning on Rose running up to us and screaming,


I pushed Brandon away from me and glared at him like it was his fault. He was looking very pleased with himself. I felt like giving him a good slap.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” Rose demanded.

“Nothing!” I said. She glowered at me. “Nothing!” I insisted.

“Geli!” Rose said, sounding very angry.

“Nothing happened, Rose!” I yelled.

“Well it didn’t look like that to me!” Rose roared back. “Why were you kissing Brandon?”

I didn’t know. I looked from Rose to Brandon and back again. Then I burst into tears.

“Why do you hate me so much?” I screamed before I ran away.




I didn’t turn up to any more of my lessons. I kept looking at the clock. Classes would be ending soon.

When Rose came in, I was lying face-down on my bed, my pillow wet with tears. I honestly didn’t know what was wrong with me.

“Geli?” Rose said softly. “Are you okay?”

I didn’t reply.

“We were worried. You didn’t turn up to any lessons,”

No reply.

“Dinner’s in about an hour. Are you coming?”

I looked up at her. “Whatever,”

“Are you coming down to the common room?”

“Is Brandon there?”

“I think so,”

“Then no. Goodbye.”

“Geli, why did you kiss him?”

“I don’t need to answer that. Goodbye.”

“Geli, answer me,”

I sighed. “Look, I don’t know. I realise how it must look because I’ve been crushing on Al for the past five years, but – I don’t know, it was just a stupid moment. It didn’t mean anything.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure? I mean, Brandon is pretty cute.”

I whacked her with my pillow. “Rose! You’re dating, you’re not supposed to be saying things like that!”

“Hey, Scorpius won’t mind. What he doesn’t know can’t hurt him.”

“I am so telling Hyperion you said that.”

“Don’t! And don’t call him Hyperion!”

“Why not? Hyperion, Hyperion, Hyperion.” I said, and we both started to giggle.

“Come downstairs, Geli. Pleeeeease?”

“Ugh. Fine.”

When we went down, everyone was there. Molly, Lucy, Alice, Dom, Nadine, James, Al and (SHHHHIIIIIZZZ!) Brandon.

“Hey, Geli. Come sit here,” he said, patting the seat next to him.

James raised his eyebrows. I glared at Brandon and went to sit with Rose, Molly, Lucy and Alice.

“What’s … what’s going on?” James asked.

“Well –” Brandon began.

“Nothing! Nothing is going on.” I said quickly. “Nothing happened before, either.”

“It didn’t seem like that when you kissed me, Geli,” Brandon said.

There was silence between us.

“You kissed Brandon?” Nadine asked, her tone dangerous and sparks flashing in her eyes.

“No,” I said.

“Yes, you did,” Brandon said. “Rose saw us. Didn’t you, Rose?”

I gazed pleadingly at her. My eyes said You better tell them no or I’ll invade your books and tear them up! Or something like that.

Rose’s eyes widened in shock and shook her head no as she turned back to the others. “What are you on about, Brandon? Geli left the Hall and I didn’t see her until I found her in the dorms.”

“Gee, I know I’m beautiful –” I mocked flicking my hair over my shoulder “Dom style” “– but you don’t need to make something like that up. I guess all you can do is dream.”

Brandon glared at me. “Why are you denying it? At about quarter to one earlier today we were on that flat bit of grass and you kissed me! And then Rose came and spoiled everything.”

“That never happened, Brandon,” I said. “Just stop it, okay?”

“Right, fine. Nobody ever believes me. I hate it here! I want to go back home!” Brandon wailed.

Nadine stared at him. “You can’t possibly want to go back there?” she demanded.

“Well it’s better than here! I’d rather face Paul than stay here!” Brandon yelled. He shot one last, dirty glare at me and stalked off.

I stared after him like “Whaaaat?”

“Nadine, what were you talking about?” Al asked. “Who’s Paul?”

“It’s none of your business!” Nadine screamed. She jumped up like she’d been on an electric chair and ran off.

Have I mentioned that Australian people are a little bit … SCHZOID??

“Yeah, because that’s really normal isn’t it?” I said, just to ease the tension. “I need to go to the Owlery.”

I quickly went up to the dorm to get my bag. Nadine was lying face-down on her bed, sobbing her face off. Hey, she deserves it!

Because she is trying to steal Al.

Because Nadine is a SHE-DEVIL!

As I was about to leave the common room, Al came up behind me and my insides turned to mush.

“Hey, Geli. Can I join you? I need to send a letter.”

I wanted to scream YES!! PLEASE COME WITH ME!!

Instead I said something really clever like, “Um … sczhbur. Uh! I mean … sure. It’s a free country!”

So we set off for the Owlery together.

“I heard you and Nadine are together,” I said, feeling the pixies rocket around my stomach.

“What? No, we’re not. Where’d you hear that?” Al asked.

“Oh, just … around.”

“Does ‘around’ include Brandon or my nosy cousins?” Al said, raising an eyebrow.

“Maybe. Okay, fine, you got me, it was Brandon!” I said, but regretted it. I covered my mouth with my hands.

Al laughed. “I won’t tell. I think he likes you, you know.”

“Really, I’d never have guessed.” Al missed the sarcasm in my voice.

“Yeah. Why else would he have made up that bullcrap about you kissing him?” Al said, rolling his eyes as if I was the dumbest person in the world.

“Um … because … because it’s true?” I said nervously. We’d just left the castle and were heading up the slope to the Owlery.

Albus stopped dead in his tracks. “What?”

I nodded, keeping my gaze downcast. “It was an accident, and it didn’t mean anything because I still fancy –” I stopped myself just in time.

“Who do you fancy? Tell me!” Al pleaded.

“No way! It’s none of your business!” I insisted.

Lies, Geli, LIES!

Shut up, I told the annoying naggy voice in my head.

No! I will not shut up!

You sound like my brother! Shut up!

Noo! Neeverrr!

“SHUT UP!” I yelled the words out loud without meaning to. Al looked really confused.

“I wasn’t saying anything.”

“No, I’m sorry, I was talking to that annoying voice in my head. Do you ever get that?” I said, suddenly realising it was the most stupid question ever in the history of stupid questions.

To my surprise, Al grinned at me. “Pssht, I get that all the time. It’s like having an argument with James – it’s always telling me to do the exact opposite of what I want to. I mean, my mother does that sometimes and –”

I let him ramble. Maybe we were more alike than we thought? Maybe he’d realise that we were perfect for each other and he’d say “GET LOST, BITCH” to Nadine and say “HELLO, GIRLFRIEND” to me. And Nadine and (shudder) Brandon would shove off back to Australia where he so clearly wants to be.

“Do you like Brandon?” Al said suddenly.

I was so shocked I nearly faceplanted the wall of the Owlery. As I pushed open the door, I said,

“Clear logic defies that question, Albus. I clearly said before, that kiss meant nothing to me because I absolutely, indefinitely, completely, absolutely DO NOT fancy Brandon. Okay?”

“A simple ‘no’ would have done,’ Al muttered. He called down an owl and started to tie the letter to its leg. I pulled out a parchment and quill and quickly scribbled

Dear Mum and Dad,
How are you? Is Luca being a good little boy at school? I’m doing fine.
Love from Geli xxx

I was about to tie the letter to the owl when I realised something: my parents hated me. They tried to erease me from the lives of them and my now-nine-year-old Muggle brother after I got my Hogwarts letter. I remember it like it was yesterday.


“Hey, Mum, look I have a letter!” I called. I picked up the rest of the post, threw it onto the dining table and ran around, waving the letter with the emerald green writing on and the wax seal.

“What is this?” my dad said irritably, snatching the letter from my hand. He ripped the envelope open and took out the letter. He read it in silence and shoved it to my mother. Her eyes grew wider and wider as she read until they were about five times their normal size.

“What is it, Mum? It looks like a weird letter.” I said, trying to read it. She held it up out of my reach.

“It’s nothing, Angeliquina. Now go and play with Luca.”

“But he’s sooo boring!”

“He’s three, Angeliquina. Now go and play!” The tone of my mother’s voice scared me so much I could feel the tears pricking my eyeballs. I ran out before they could see me cry. Instead of heading up to Luca’s room, I burst into my own.

My parents had never spoken to me like that. They’d promised before they got married that they’d never raise their voices with their children. I had to go and see. I snuck downstairs to hear a serious conversation taking place. They’d closed the dining room door but I pressed my ear to the wood.

“We cannot let her go, Marian. Witchcraft is a sin!” my father was saying.

“I agree, Thomas. We’ll get rid of the letter and not speak another word of it.”

Witchcraft? Why would I be involved with witchcraft? My parents were very religious and would usually never have allowed that kind of speak in the house. I waited a few minutes before going in.

“I thought I told you to play with Luca,” my mother said, glaring at me with such hate-filled eyes that I recoiled and tried, again, not to cry.

“I just wanted something to eat.” I said, pulling open the fridge. ‘Can I have my letter now?’

“No, sorry, it was the wrong address.” said my father.

“But it had my name on the envelope. There aren’t an Angeliquinas on this street. In fact, I don’t think there are any Angeliquinas in England. Make that Europe.” I said.

“Don’t you dare backchat your father,” my mother snapped. “How dare you, you insolent child! Go up to your room!”


When the letters kept coming, they gave in and decided to tell me. I was a witch and I was to attend somewhere called Hogwarts on the first of September. They took me to a place called Diagon Alley. They stayed in the Muggle bookshop next door to the Leaky Cauldron while I shopped on my own.

They insulted me while I was at home. If I dared backchat, even if it was by accident, they would call me a devil child or a witch or even a changeling. I knew it then. My own parents hated me.

Luca was just starting to talk in proper sentences now. He would run after me on his pudgy legs screaming, “ANNIE! ANNIE!” but my parents would lock me in my room and keep him downstairs.

When September first arrived, they dumped my stuff on a trolley and left me outside King’s Cross. From then on I was just a lonely little girl whose parents had abandoned her and she had to make her own way in the world.

I remember the sound of the fierce slam of the car door, the sound of the engine rumbling to life and, worst of all, the sound of their mirthless laughter as they drove away, leaving me to fend for myself.


“Geli? Geli, are you okay?” Al’s voice snapped me out of my daydream.

“Huh? Yeah, I’m okay.” I said. He touched my arm and I jumped violently. The owl I was holding squawked in protest and sent its sharp talons into my wrist. “Ouch,” I exclaimed, examining the deep wound.

“Hey, it’s okay. I can fix that.” He waved his wand over the cut. The blood stopped flowing and it healed right up, leaving me with nothing put a thin, pinkish scar.

“Thanks,” I said, crumpling up the parchment and tossing it into my bag.

“Why did you do that?” he asked, picking up the parchment and smoothing it out. “It’s a letter to your parents, why’d you change your mind?”

I shook my head and suddenly burst into tears. What was wrong with me??

Al dropped the letter and came forwards to give me a hug. He still smells like strawberries!

I wrapped my arms around his neck and held him close. I thought Harry Potter had a difficult past, having no parents and living with relatives who hated him. But that was better than living with parents who hated you and tried to forget you. Parents who never send letters saying “Merry Christmas” or “How is school?”

“Are you sure you’re alright?” Al said. I nodded into his chest. He put his lips to the top of my head.

Feeling excited, I buried deeper into his chest. I wiped my eyes on his shirt. I was about to pull away when suddenly his face was very close to mine. His lips were getting closer.


Our lips were about to meet when –

The door burst open and we both looked round. Standing there were three people: James, Nadine and Brandon. All three of them looked outraged.

“Al?” James said, sounding both hurt and angry. Al looked really guilty. I remembered that he’d told me about James liking me. I pulled away from Al quickly, grabbed my bag and pushed past the three of them. I was almost inside the castle when I heard a hiss at my ear:

“I thought I told you to stay away from Al!” It was Nadine.

“You can’t tell me what to do, Nadine,” I said bravely, “you don’t own me like you think you do.”

“Oh, yes I can,” Nadine said. “I swear, if you look at him ever again, your life will be OVER.”




The following Saturday, James decided to hold the Quidditch trials. Alice said she was going to try for Chaser and we all got dragged down to watch.

She’d recently bought a Golden Bullet, the brand new broom. Everyone wanted to have a go before the trials started so we headed down to the pitch half an hour early.

Rose, of course, was perfect. She and Molly had calculated a load of … calculations for the perfect speed, balance and angle. So they were both fabulous. Lucy was less confident but she still jumped on and zoomed around the pitch as if she were playing for England. Dom, however, politely refused, saying she didn’t want to mess up her hair. Everyone insisted so much that she got on, flew two meters and got off again. I stood in the corner, not wanting to be seen.

“Geli! Get your butt on that broom!” called Alice.

I was like JUST GREAT!

I walked forwards nervously. “I really don’t think this is a good idea.”

Everyone, it seemed, disagreed. Fortunately, I had Rose by my side. ‘Yeah, guys. Remember what happened last time?’

Everyone, it seemed, remembered. “No, don’t get on, Geli!” Scorpius screamed. I think he still had the scars. Even though he was a Slytherin, James had invited him down (I think Rose threatened to do something to his broom, but you don’t want to know about that).

“Aw, don’t be a baby, Geli. Just do what Dom did!” Alice said.

I glared. I was NOT going to do anything one half of the Terrible Twins was going to do. Okay, so Victoire was married with a child but HEY!

Apprehensively, I edged forwards, ignoring Rose’s plain logic and Scorpius’s insane pleading. I touched the broom. It shivered and moved away from me. I looked round. There was Albus, nodding encouragingly. So I grabbed the broom, swung my leg over and kicked off from the ground.

At first, I shook violently and I almost fell off with them sweaty hands of mine, but I somehow managed to stay on. I flew slowly at first, but then gained speed ever so slightly.

It wasn’t that bad, perhaps. I glided through the goalposts, did two laps of the pitch and came to land. Everyone was staring.

“What? I wasn’t that bad, was I?” I said. Nobody spoke. “I wasn’t was I?” I added desperately to Rose, who shook her head with her mouth hanging open.

“Why is everybody staring at me?” I said, suddenly feeling incredibly self-conscious.

“Why didn’t you tell us you could fly so well, Geli?” Alice demanded.

“Because the last time I flew, Scorpius – actually, you don’t need to know.”

“We know what happened, Geli, we were all there,” Molly said, gesturing round to the Weasleys/Potters/Hyperion Malfoy. Sorry, I mean Scorpius. Duh.

I shrugged and stared at them all. Al’s mouth was hanging open, James’s eyes were about ten times what they usually would be, Rose was looking at me like I was a freakazoid Doxy or something, Molly was looking close to tears (that girl is CRAY-ZEE!), Lucy was pulling at her eyelids, Alice was shaking her head like she couldn’t believe it, Hugo was clutching his broomstick for support and … well, I don’t even want to tell you what Scorpius was doing.

“Geli, you’re a really good flyer!” Lucy said. “You should totally try out for the team!”

I shook my head and backed away. “Nuh-uh. Noo way. Not in a Helga Hufflepuff. And besides, I don’t even have any Quidditch robes.

“I’m sure there are some spare ones lying around somewhere,” James said, smiling at me as if I really wanted to hear this comment.

I sagged. “Alright, fine, get me the robes.”




“Don’t worry, Geli, you’ll do great,” Rose whispered before she scampered off to sit with the others.

Everyone who was trying out had turned up and James was sorting everyone into groups of ten. I was in a group with Alice and Al was in another. James had leant me his Firebolt 4000 as he wasn’t going to need it.

“Alright, first group – go!”

Slowly we moved through the groups. There were a few people James had to get rid of. Some were first-years and weren’t allowed on the team, some had turned up without the correct clothes on and most of them had turned up without brooms. There was even a sneaky Slytherin trying to disguise himself.

“Nott, get your ass out of here!” James barked. Roland Nott snorted loudly and ran off the pitch. When it was the turn of my group, Alice squeezed my hand before we got on the brooms.

“You’ll be fine,” she told me. Pah! It’s easy for her to say, she’s been flying since she was six! Her dad, Neville, the Headmaster, was never allowed on a broom and so wanted his children to experience what he never had.

James blew the whistle and we kicked off from the ground. We had to fly once around the pitch. It was over pretty quickly, apart from the fourth year crashing to the ground after hitting a goalpost.

“Alright, everyone who didn’t crash or get sent off, please get into the groups of the position you’re trying for. If you’re trying for Seeker, you’ll only get reserve I’m afraid, because I’m the Seeker,” James called. He really was very professional.

I stood next to Alice and Al in the group applying for Chaser. I looked up at the stands. Rose was cheering and giving us a big thumbs up. My eyes travelled to her left. It was Brandon.

He was blowing me kisses. Unseen to anyone else I shot him the finger and turned away.

The Keepers went first. Most of them clearly had no experience in front of a goal. They screamed and shot the other way when the ball approached but James managed to pick a good Keeper and a well-chosen reserve.

Reserve Seekers went next. They had to catch the Snitch in the fastest time. He chose a small fourth-year girl who was very skinny but she was incredibly fast.

Next came the Beaters. There were a lot of weedy people who could hardly hold the bat, but James singled out two huge, burly seventh-years who looked like Bigfoot’s brothers.

I was next.

“Okay, Chasers come here, please. Jack, get in goal, please!” Jack Malone, the Keeper flew up to the goalposts and tried to look menacing.

James sent us up three at a time to see how good we were at throwing, catching and scoring. He put me, Al and Alice together, thankfully. I was going to be catching first. (Nervous gulp) I saw Rose wave and yell, “YEAH GELI, YOU GO GIRL!”

She has problems.

Once we were in position, James blew his whistle and Al tossed the Quaffle to me. I didn’t catch it.

“It’s alright!” James called. “Go again!”

Al threw it at me again. I reached as far as I could and felt the ball land smack in the palm of my hand. I closed my fingers around it and threw to Alice. Jack was growling at her. Alice feinted going left, then right, then sent the Quaffle straight through the middle goal.

“Well done, Alice! Okay, swap now!” It was my turn to throw. I did that okay. Alice caught the ball fine and Al went straight ahead and scored.

Then I had to score. I caught the ball from Al and flew towards the goal, my hands sweaty. Jack smiled but rearranged into a snarl.


I tried feinting like Alice did, but he’d been expecting that so I just randomly threw the Quaffle. It skimmed the edge of the left hoop and went in by a very big bout of beginner’s luck.

Rose screamed like a crazy thing (who’s the freakazoid Doxy now, huh, Rosie?) and I breathed a sigh of relief.

We landed back on the grass and I was very wobbly. Al patted me on the back. I looked round.

Phew. No raging, psychotic, hormonal bitch––whoops, I mean Nadine. No Nadine around. Funny, really, I’d have thought she’d be hanging off his arm. Or his lips.

James surveyed us Chasers. “Okay, I’ve chosen my Chasers. Albus Potter –”

“YES! IN YOUR FACES!” Al screamed, punching the air.

“Um. Yeah. Albus Potter, Keegan Finnegan and Geli Blue!”

“YEEEEEEEEEEAAAH GO GELI!” Rose roared from the stands.

“What?” I said, feeling incredibly shocked.

“Well done,” Alice said, looking dejected.

“No, wait, James, I don’t want to be on the team. I mean, Alice deserves it more than I do,” I said quickly.

“Yeah, but –” James began, looking torn.

“For Gryffindor’s sake, James, just kick me off and put Alice on.” I said, looking at him all angry-like.

“Alright, fine! Geli, you’re off. I’m sorry. Alice, you’re on. Are you sure you don’t want to be a reserve, Geli?” James asked, looking desperate.

Keegan looked up and sighed. “I’ll pull out, James,” he said.


Honestly, the only thing I like about that boy is his cute Irish accent. AND YOU CAN’T EVEN HEAR IT THAT MUCH!!!

“Keegan, it’s fine. I know you love Quidditch,” I said.

“No,” Keegan said. “I’ll pull out. Geli’s back on the team, I guess.”

“Wait –” I called, but he’d already walked away.

“Let’s have a party!” Rose screamed, running down onto the pitch.



“Come on. Quina, everyone’s having a great time!”

Psssht yeah. Fred, James, Al and Louis (Dom’s brother, the one who RUINED my moment with Al over the summer!) had snuck into the kitchens to steal a bunch of food. Everyone acts like it’s some great heroic achievement but, hey, all you need to do is say to the elves,

“Hey, I want a sandwich!” and they’ll give you a roast … um … turkey!

Then, they cranked it up on the WWN and now everyone’s going loony. But not like Luna! She’s epic. So yeah.

“No, thanks,” I muttered, trying to avoid the gaze of Al, James and Brandon, not to mention the I-hate-you-you-stupid-bitch glares from Nadine.

“Aw, why not?” Al said, sitting next to me.

I remembered what Nadine had said. “If you even look at him again, your life is OVER!” I hope she meant “You will have to change your identity and start afresh as a cute, yet smart, girl who gets the attention from Albus Potter” and not “I’m gonna kill you!” sort of thing.

“I’d rather be alone right now,” I said.

“Are you saying you don’t want to be with me?” Al said jokingly, nudging my shoulder with his. I tried to ignore the fact that:

b) He just asked me a question I would say “NO THAT WAS A LIE I LOVE YOU ALBUS!” sort of thing but I have to say “NO GET LOST” sort of thing
c) He is making it VERY hard for me to avoid him

“That’s exactly what I’m saying,” I said. “Piss off, Potter, shouldn’t you be snogging your girlfriend right about now?”

He looked confused, then he followed my gaze to Nadine, who was happily swigging Butterbeer and shooting me murderous glares in between.

“Oh. Maybe I should be,” Al said. He got up and looked at me. For a moment he looked sad and I wanted to give him a cuddle, but then anger and rage filled his eyes and he went to sit with Nadine. Keeping his eyes open and his gaze firmly on me, he grabbed her and pushed his mouth to hers.

Her hands were all over him.


Rose came over to me. She was holding a half-empty bottle of Butterbeer and a full one, which she pushed into my hand. “What is all that about?” she pointed to Al and Nadine, who had collapsed into a chair and were looking like they were eating each other’s faces.

I shrugged. “Nadine told me to stay away from him and I told him to piss off and I kind of said something like ‘Go and snog your girlfriend’ so that’s what he did.”

“She said WHAT?” Rose bellowed so loud that the whole common room fell silent.

“Shh!” I hissed. “Shut up!”

“NO! I will not shut up, Geli! That whore –” Rose pointed to Nadine “– has stopped my best friend –” She pointed to me “– from being with the guy she’s liked for five years!” She pointed to Al.

“Rose!” I said. “Shut up!”

“We’ve been through this, Geli, and I won’t stand for it –”

She’s done this before.

I sighed. While Rose went apeshit, I turned and climbed out of the common room. I was planning on heading to the library, which was the last place anyone expected me to be, but when I got there, I was surprised to find Al waiting for me.

“How did you get here so fast?” I demanded. He waved a piece of parchment which I recognised as the Marauder’s Map. “Damn you, Potter,” I growled.

He stood up and came towards me. Now, if I was a normal girl, I would have grabbed him and snogged him senseless.

Unfortunately, I am not a normal girl and instead became aware that Madam Pince was eyeing us up as if daring us to start doing anything. He was breathing hard and all I could think about was:


His lips were getting closer. His fingers intertwined with mine. His nose was almost in contact with mine. When suddenly, Nadine was behind him, miming a finger gun and shooting it at me. I stepped away from Al and said,

“I thought I told you to stay away from me, Potter,” I said, ignoring the fact that my throat was closing up or that Al looked incredibly hurt. “Get lost!”

I ran from the library. I glanced backwards. The last thing I saw was Nadine, snogging Al with her hands roaming his butt. Damn, I wish it was me.

My life is just so confusing right now! I kissed the brother of my mortal enemy (and no, it’s not Dom. Ew, imagine if I kissed Louis? Noo way!), signed up for Quidditch, got on the team and almost kissed the boy of my dreams. All within a week. I sank down to the floor beside a suit of armour.

“Geli?” It wasn’t a boy’s voice (phew!) but it was still probably the person I least expected to turn up.

“Dom. What are you doing here?” I asked as she sat down beside me.

“I thought you looked sad,” she said. I raised an eyebrow at her. “Okay, Rose forced me to come. Believe me, I did not want to come!”

“I’m glad you did, though,” I said, looking at my knees. “I hate my life.”

“Don’t say that, Geli,” Dom said. “Just because you’re not as beautiful as I am – I mean, just because you’ve got a few … boy problems, it doesn’t mean you have to give up,”

“It’s not just that. I got onto the Quidditch team when I don’t even want to be and I’m terrified of embarrassing myself and falling and dying and stuff.” I said. I couldn’t believe I was talking to Dom about all this. Usually it’s Rose who deals with all this stuff.

Dom sighed and rolled her eyes. “Don’t talk to me about Quidditch; I’m rubbish at those sorts of things.”

“Great. Brilliant, thanks for all your help, Dom,” I muttered.

“But I can help you with these other problems you’ve been having. Now spill.” Dom demanded.

I was apprehensive. The only people who knew about my “Al-session” as Rose calls it (basically my Al obsession) were Rose and Scorpius.

“Come on, Geli, let it out. Nothing will get sorted if you don’t speak up.” With a jolt, I realised she was … right!

Was Dom actually … no, she couldn’t be. I must be dreaming. I must be. *pinch* Ouch, not a dream! Wait … was Dom really … smart?

“Alright, but promise you won’t beat me up for it?” I said, aware of her very violent history. Ah, the Weasley Women. She shrugged, eyeing me up like I was a piece of meat. Which, very obviously, I am NOT!

“Fine. Basically, I’ve fancied Al since first year and he told me that James fancies me now.” Dom’s eyes narrowed. Ignoring this, I went on. “And now Nadine and Brandon are here, Nadine’s all over Al and he almost kissed me twice in the last week but she’s always turned up and then the other day when I kissed Brandon and I didn’t mean to and now he’s got it into his head that I fancy him when clearly I don’t and Nadine’s told me to stay away from Al and Rose is mad about that and I don’t know what the heck’s going on with James –”

“Whoa, slow down there, Geli,” Dom said, raising her hands. “This is very tricky. I don’t know if I can think of a solution right now.”

“Great, thanks. ‘Hey Geli, tell me all your problems and secrets. Oh, sorry, I can’t help now. See ya!’ Brilliant, Dom, just bloody brilliant,” I grumbled.

“I never said I wouldn’t help you,” Dom said. I stared.

Was Dom being … nice?

What kind of crazy world am I living in right now?

“It may take some time,” Dom continued, ignoring me ogling like some … sort of … crazy … um … fish!

Did I just call myself a fish?

Hey peeps!! Sorry it's been a while since the last update but I got myself a laptop for my birthday (yeeey, finally!) which was a couple of weeks back and I had to transfer all my files from the computer to my laptop (it's purple!!!) Anyway, I hope you like the chapter. It's a bit more deep than the others what with the dramatic excerpt from Geli's past. Maybe you'll start to get to know her a bit better. BTW I hope no Australian people got offended when  I said they were schzoid. I don;t really think that. It's just Geli and she's just a figment of my imagination (apart from the real-life Geli and I don't think she has anything against Australian people either. I think she likes Kylie.) Thanks for reading and that thar lil grey box is just a-waitin' for ya down there x

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