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I Just Can't Help Myself... by Hazel Bludger
Chapter 6 : I Just Need A Girls Night
Rating: MatureChapter Reviews: 4

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I'M SO SORRY!!! It's been so long, but I finally managed to finish this chapter! I had severe writer's block, but I should be able to start banging these out again. I hope it's worth the wait!

Disclaimer: Anything you don't recognize is mine, anything you do I wish was mine. :)

Chapter Six: I Just Need a Girls Night



“What’re you doing?”

Fiona’s heavy voice cut through the silence in the library like a knife. Dorothy looked up, surprised. Fiona’s hands were placed firmly on her hips, her dark brown hair up in a high ponytail, as she stared at Dorothy expectantly. “Well?” she demanded.

“Homework?” Dorothy supplied, motioning to the mounds of parchment and stacks of textbooks spread out across the table.

“I know that, Longbottom,” Fiona snapped. “That’s what Freddie and James said. But what they don’t realize is that you’ve been doing homework with every last second of your free time. Tonight’s supposed to be Girls Night in the dormitory, remember? Hope’ll be pissed if you blow us of to do, oh, I don’t know,” Fiona leaned over the table and read aloud: “The Practical Applications of Mammal to Mammal Transfiguration For My Desired Professional Field.” Fiona looked up, an aghast look on her face. “Seriously? Zabini hasn’t even assigned this yet.”

Dorothy’s face tinged pink. “I just like to be prepared.”

“Need I remind you how often Hope and I have copied Freddie’s homework rather than yours?”

“Maybe I want to be more responsible,” Dorothy said quickly, burying her face back in a textbook.

“Or maybe you’re hiding something,” Fiona shot back, ripping the textbook out of Dorothy’s hands and chucking it over her shoulder. Dorothy’s eyes were wide in surprise as the book landed with a loud thud. “What? Hope’s not the only one who can read people. And I have a feeling that a Girls Night is exactly what you need.”

“Fi, I appreciate the concern, but I really need to finish my essay.”

Fiona shook her head. “Nope. That excuse will become acceptable again in three months when the class has caught up with your homework escapades.” Fiona pulled out the chair on the other side of the table and put her feet up on it, grinning. “Now pack your stuff up. Hope’s out of detention in ten minutes, and we need to be there waiting with food.”

“Go on without me,” Dorothy said. “I’ll meet you there.”

“No, you won’t,” Fiona said, rolling her eyes. “Please. You act like we’ve never played this ‘throw-yourself-into-something-to-distract-yourself’ game. Cute.”

“What?” Dorothy asked, her heart racing.

“Come off it, Hope and I may not be Ravenclaws, but we aren’t stupid. We know that you’re upset that James and Jen got back together because you’ve been inexplicably in love with him since we met you and you’re throwing yourself into your schoolwork under the cover of focusing on ‘scholarships’ and ‘your marks’ and other ‘important’ things like that, but you’re just trying to distract yourself from thinking about James because it breaks your heart all over again.”

Fiona laughed at Dorothy’s stupid expression. Dorothy let out a small squeak. “We’re girls, Longbottom. We’ve all been there. Except Hope chose Quidditch and I chose pranking.” Fiona smirked at some memory playing in her head. Dorothy tilted her head slightly, curious. Fiona snapped back into reality and clapped twice. “Chop, chop! We only have five more minutes, and we still haven’t left the library!”

“How…how do you know all that?” Dorothy spluttered out once she remembered how to form comprehensible words.

Fiona chuckled. “We pay attention. Now, come on, Longbottom, you are the slowest thing I have ever encountered. And Hope Jacobs is my best friend. That’s saying something.”

“What?” Dorothy asked, organizing her papers and books in her satchel while flicking her wand lazily to replace the books she’d been borrowing on the shelves.

Fiona cocked an eyebrow. “Really? Merlin, you miss a lot cooped up in Gryffindor Tower. Hope takes forever and a year. For everything. Some perpetually late thing she’s got going on.”

Dorothy stopped and looked at Fiona. “What?

Fiona frowned. “Give it time, you’ll understand soon enough,” she said with a sigh. “Keep packing, you’ve still got all these books to reshelve.”


“Is this all really necessary?” Dorothy asked as she watched Fiona ordering House Elves around the kitchen.

Fiona shot Dorothy a look over her shoulder. “The best thing about being in Hufflepuff is that our common room is right across the corridor from the kitchens. That means we get the advantage of being able to transport at least twice as much food as any other House with ease. It’d be a waste not to take advantage of it.” Dorothy raised an eyebrow. “And I’m fat, okay? Sod off, Longbottom,” she snapped.

Dorothy sniggered. “Well, at least get the leftover chocolate chip cookies from dinner last night.”

“There are leftovers?” Fiona asked excitedly.

“Uh, of course there are,” Dorothy said nervously. “They don’t just waste everything.”

“Merlin, yes,” Fiona said, running over to where the elves were furiously making trays and trays of food.

Dorothy smiled and leaned against one of the refrigerators, crossing her arms over her chest. She felt her thoughts drifting from the impending girls night to the times she and Freddie had pulled late nights scrounging food here and he’d had to hide out in Hufflepuff to…James. He was suddenly prominent in her mind: smiling, laughing, flying, pranking…her heart sank in her chest as she thought of him with Jen, the way he’d stomped on her heart, the way she was still pathetically in love with him.

“Hey!” Dorothy jumped, glancing up to see Fiona glaring at her. “Stop thinking about James.”

“I wasn’t!” Dorothy said quickly. Fiona cocked an eyebrow accusingly. “I wasn’t!”

“Sure you weren’t,” Fiona said, shoving a cookie in her mouth. “Merlin, cookies are perfect.”

“So,” Dorothy said, desperately searching for a new subject of conversation. “What’s Hope in detention for?”

Fiona laughed, small crumbs of cookie flying out of her mouth. “Zabini’s being a bitch about the fact that Hope’s been late to his class for the past six lessons and is two weeks behind on homework. Not to mention the fact that she spends class time drafting new plays.”

“Wait,” Dorothy said slowly, trying to understand Fiona’s rapid speech. “How does that make Zabini the bad guy? She should be paying attention.”

“If it were any other teacher, it wouldn’t,” Fiona said as she instructed a House Elf on which fruits to put into a basket. “But come on, Longbottom, it’s Zabini. His cup of fucks is empty. Honestly, he just gave her detention because he’s worried about Slytherin’s chances ever since he spied on our practice last week.”

“I’m sure there’s more to it than that,” Dorothy said. She walked over to the growing pile of food by Fiona and swiped an apple, taking a large, satisifying bite.

“Nope,” Fiona said. “Zabini’s too chill to care about things like tardiness and late homework. But he’s crazy about Quidditch. All he wants is to get the Cup back from Gryffindor. I think he’d off himself if he lost it to Hufflepuff.”

Dorothy shook her head. “The teachers don’t give detention because of Quidditch.”

Fiona let out a harsh laugh. “Oh, Longbottom, you’re cute. Are you trying to tell me that your old man gave the entire Slytherin team detention the week before the final for not taking notes during his lectures?”

Dorothy ripped her gaze from Fiona and took another chomp out of her apple. “Coincidence.”

Fiona chuckled. “Sure.” She turned to the house elf waiting patiently behind her and said, “Take the lot to the seventh year girls’ dormitory in Hufflepuff, please, Winky.”

“Yes, Miss Fi,” the elf squeaked.

Fiona linked her arm around Dorothy’s and pulled her towards the kitchen door. “Let’s go, Longbottom. It’s time to party.”


“I swear to Merlin, that man wants me to transfer to Slytherin,” Hope said as she nibbled on the brownie in her hand. “Thinks I’d be a perfect fit.”

“You are a manipulative bitch sometimes,” Fiona said nonchalantly. She lifted another grape to her lips and sucked it into her mouth with a loud pop. “You’d probably fit in.”

“You’re horrible,” Dorothy said laughing, breaking her chocolate chip cookie in half and taking a bite.

“Thank you,” Hope said, glaring at Fiona. “At least Dorothy loves me. And stop being so healthy, I feel insecure looking at you.”

“Don’t,” Fiona said, popping another grape. “Before you got here, there were three plates of cookies.”

“You ate an entire tray of cookies?”

“Don’t judge me. This is why you belong in Slytherin.”

“I knew there had been more than two trays!” Dorothy said.

Fiona winked. “Thought you were going crazy?”

“More like Winky had ripped us off.”

“Blaming a House Elf…jeez, Longbottom. Maybe you belong in Slytherin, too.”

Dorothy gasped. “Take it back!”

Fiona threw a grape at Dorothy’s face. “Nope.”

“She’s just touchy because she didn’t get a letter from Louis today,” Hope teased.

Fiona’s teasing grin fell into a frown. “I am not.”

Hope sent Dorothy a smirk. “Oh, sure.”

“I don’t care if the jerk writes me.”

“So if I told you his owl was at the window, you wouldn’t care at all, would you?”

Fiona’s face jerked towards the window where a tawny owl sat patiently with a thick letter in its beak. “How long has that been there?” she demanded, hurrying to the window and ripping it open.

“All of two seconds,” Hope said, rolling her eyes. “Don’t care if he writes you?”

Fiona growled. “It’s getting cold. Animal cruelty.”

“Course,” Dorothy said. She and Hope joined Fiona by the bird that had just fluttered onto Fiona’s dresser.

“Hand it over, Hibou,” Fiona said, holding out her hand. The owl waddled over to her and dropped the letter, letting out a fond hoot. She smiled, giving him a loving pat on the head. “Such a good birdy.”

“Gotta love how creative Louis is when it comes to naming things,” Dorothy said with a grin. “Naming an owl ‘owl.’”

“Give Hibou a treat, would you?” Fiona said as she sat down on her bed to open the letter. “They’re in a leather bag in the top drawer of the dresser.”

“You give his owl treats?” Dorothy asked as Hope tossed the bird a treat.

“The moron has a sweet bird,” Fiona said.

“What’s the letter say?” Hope asked, jumping on Fiona’s bed beside her best friend. “Is Louis finally professing his love for you?”

“You’re disgusting,” Fiona snapped as she read the letter quickly. “He’s already called me annoying and mental and I’ve only made it through the third sentence.”

“He wants to buy you a drink,” Dorothy said from over her shoulder.

“What?” Fiona said.

“Check the third paragraph,” Dorothy instructed. “I’m a skimmer.”

“Third paragraph… ‘I heard this weekend you’ll be in Hogsmeade, so will I, and I wanted to know if you would meet me at Broomsticks for a drink. Not the same insulting you without seeing the immediate reaction on your face.’” Fiona scoffed. “Oh, yes, that’s so romantic.”

“Are you going to go?” Dorothy asked.

“Of course she is,” Hope said.

Fiona sniggered. “No, I’m not.”

“You really going to let him think that he’s the bigger man? That you can’t bear to see him?” Hope pushed.

Fiona looked from Hope to the letter in her hand and cursed beneath her breath. “Damn him.”

“He’s good,” Dorothy commented.

“Got any parchment on hand?” Fiona asked. “Gotta send Hibou back before it gets too late.”

Dorothy opened up her school bag and pulled out a fresh sheet as Hope snatched the letter from Fiona’s hand. “His insults are getting old, they used to be much better.”

“I know. I tell him that in almost every response. It’s almost insulting how little thought he puts into them these days.”

Dorothy handed Fiona a sheet of parchment and a quill, watching as Fiona quickly scrawled a response to Louis. She rolled the parchment and tied it with a hair ribbon, placed it in Hibou’s mouth, and sent him out the window. “I hate him,” she muttered, closing the window softly.

“He puts a lot of time into these letters,” Hope said, looking up from the parchment in her hands. “It’s cute.”

“Shut up,” Fiona snapped. “Longbottom, toss me a cookie.”

“Done with grapes?” Dorothy joked, flinging her the cookie.

“You got it,” Fiona said as she took a large bite of it. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “I can’t believe I have to waste my first Hogsmeade weekend with Weasley.”

“You’ll have fun,” Dorothy said with a smile.

“About as much fun as I’d have with an enraged hippogriff.”

The door to the dormitory opened. Dorothy, Hope, and Fiona all turned to see Tabitha standing in the doorway, obviously taken off guard by the party going on inside her bedroom. “Oh,” she said softly. “Don’t want to interrupt.”

“You’re not interrupting,” Hope said quickly. “You’re welcome to join us.”

“Erm, no thanks,” Tabitha said softly. “I don’t want to be where I’m not wanted.”

“At least grab a snack,” Hope pushed. “There’s plenty.”

“No one else is going to finish those chocolate covered strawberries,” Fiona said slowly.

Tabitha nodded. “Erm…okay.” She took a few hesitant steps towards the piles of food and took a plate of strawberries. She looked up and saw Dorothy sitting on Fiona’s four poster. “Funny seeing you here, Thee.”

“I live here, too,” Dorothy said.

Tabitha nodded. “I know. Could’ve fooled me over the years, though.”

“Tab—” Hope began.

“Thanks for the strawberries,” Tabitha said. “I’ll just be going.”

The door to the dormitory slammed shut behind her, but not before all three girls heard the shaky sob Tabitha had been trying so hard to hold inside explode out of her.

OHHHH NO. How do you like some Hufflepuff Girls Drama? I know you probably missed the boys, but DO NOT FEAR! They'll be back in the next chapter when we go to HOGSMEADE! And who knows? You may just get to meet Louis. ;) Hope it was worth the wait!!

Peace, Love, and Potter,


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