Chapter 10 : Ten
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"And you were shut in a broom closet with him? Again?" Lucy asked quietly, trying to keep our conversation private, which was difficult in our small dormitory.
I nodded. "The second time was just so we could have a conversation that didn't include the entire student body of Hogwarts," I said, rolling my eyes.
"Well what did you talk about?" she asked anxiously.
"I made him agree to compromise. We have to make this work, and if there's any chance whatsoever of that happening, we have to put some effort into this."†Lucy nodded slowly, a strange look on her face. "What's the face for? It's kind of creepy, Lu."
"Oh, it's nothing," she said quickly, looking away and busying herself with getting ready for bed.
"It is not nothing!" I said, running around to her other side so she had to look at me. "Tell me! Please!"
"Really, it's not that important, Dee, so why don't we just dr-"
"Don't even think about telling me to drop this, Lucy Weasley," I interrupted, giving her my best Mum stare, and crossing my arms over my chest.
"Oh, fine!" she said. Ha! The power of the Mum stare!
"So what is it? Why the weird looks and secrecy?" I asked, hanging on her arm. She really was torturing me by drawing this out so much. I know it may be hard to tell, but I'm not the most patient person.
"Dee, do you think it may be possible that you don't hate Louis as much as you say you do?"
I gave her an incredulous look, and I swear my jaw almost hit the floor in a second flat.
"You're not suggesting what I think you're suggesting are you?" I asked quickly.
I noticed Bridget slowing down on her way to the bathroom, trying to eavesdrop, and grabbed Lucy, pulling her outside. They could not overhear this, or my whole entire plan would be blown to bits. No, worse than blown to bits. More like gruesomely killed. The plan would die a terrible death if they knew it was all a lie. Which is what I promptly reminded Lucy.
"You know I don't have feelings for him! I mean, how could I? He's a git! An annoying, smug, obnoxious, pig-headed git! He's gotten on my nerves since he started that rumor in third year! You know I'm just doing this so he doesn't embarrass me in front of the whole school, not to mention my parents. So what if we had one, maybe two legitimate conversations? That doesn't mean anything if he's still a prat!" I ranted, making sure to use my hands the entire time, so she got the point.
"If you say so," she said.
"If you say so? What do you mean 'if you say so'? How can you be so nonchalant about this?"
"I just think that you two could actually get along if you weren't so stubborn!"
"I am not stubborn!" I said, putting my hands on my hips.
So I like to stick to my opinions, no matter what. And yes, maybe I can get a little caught up in how I see things, but stubborn? No way. That's crazy? Right?
"You are and you know it!" she said, sticking her to gue out at me. "But maybe if you were willing to let go of your grudge, you and Louis could actually get along!"
"I think you're just trying to force the impossible, Lu," I said as calmly as I could, following her back into our dormitory.
But as I laid in bed thinking over what she'd said, I began to get a nervous feeling in the pit of my stomach. Lucy might actually be right, and that means Louis and I had the potential to get along. For more than five minutes. I thought about, considering the fact that I would be talking to Louis without insulting him. Which means he wouldn't be teasing me either... That was strange. Seeing him and being happy about it? Being genuinely pleased to sit with him, spend time with him, and be in a relationship with him? A fake relationship! It's fake, Darcy, remember that! Whoo, that was close. Too close. I didn't like it. Lucy couldn't be right. Louis and I just didn't get along well. That's all there was to it.
The next day was Saturday, so I woke up late, and saw that Lucy had already gone down to breakfast. I got up and dressed, and walked to the Great Hall and found Lucy and Lysander waiting for me at the Hufflepuff table. Which reminded me of my failed plan to tell Lucy that Lysander fancied her. I had to do that soon! Today if I could.
"Good morning," I said brightly, sitting down next to Lysander.
"What's got you in such a good mood?" he asked. "Normally you hate mornings more than anything."
I shrugged, loading my plate with eggs and toast. "Just a good day, I guess," I said, trying to hide a grin. I couldn't let them get suspicious.
"Oh look, Dee, it's your favorite person," Lysander teased.
I turned to see Louis coming over, grinning, and he winked at me when I caught his eye.
"Oh, that is low, Lys," I said, shaking my head at him, and throwing in a glare for good measure.
"Hey babe," Louis said, sliding in next to me, and winking.
I shuddered. "Never call me babe again. Ever," I said, giving him a repulsed look.†
"No promises," he said, smirking.
"What happened to compromising?" Lucy asked, trying to hide an amused grin.
"Come on, Lu, you know I'm just teasing. So you shouldn't freak out, Darcy," he said, turning to me. "After all, we have to make this look like it's working."
He did not just use my own words against me! That's not fair! Can he do that? Well even if he could, he shouldn't have. It's clever and I don't like it.
"Yeah, yeah. Just eat breakfast, would you?" I said, rolling my eyes.
He took a piece of bacon from my plate and took a bite, smiling. "Yum."
"You owe me a piece of bacon," I said.
"What about a kiss instead?" he asked, leaning towards me.
"There's no need to get ahead of yourself, Weasley," I said, pushing him back. "Besides, there is no way I'm kissing you in the middle of the Great Hall for everyone to see."
"But you will have to kiss me eventually," he teased.
"You know he's never going to stop reminding you, don't you?" Lucy asked.†
I gave her a look that said, "You're just making things worse," and took a bite of my eggs.†
"I'll stop reminding her when she actually does it," he smirked.
"Just shut it, you two. Oh, the mail's here!" I said, as hundreds of owls began to swoop around the Great Hall.
I looked up at the fluttering mass of brown, gray, and the occasional spot of white, and was surprised when our family owl, Isis, flew down and landed next to my breakfast plate. She stuck out her leg and I untied the letter, immediately recognizing my mum's handwriting, and gave Isis a bit of juice as thanks. She gave a soft hoot and flew off to the owlery with the school owls, and I opened my letter.
Hello my lovely Darcy!
How's school going? You haven't written in a while, so I thought I'd check in to make sure you're holding up alright. I know N.E.W.T. year can be stressful! You're eating enough, aren't you? Make sure you're getting enough sleep, and that you're getting ready for your exams! Everything's fine at home. Aunt Parvati stopped by the other day and we went into Diagon Alley. I think your dad was just happy to have the house to himself for the afternoon! Dean loves working in Weasley's Wizard's Weazes. I can't believe we didn't think of sending him there before! Any news from Hogwarts? We all miss you, and can't wait to see you when you come home from Christmas! Tell Lucy and Lysander I said hello, and that they have to come visit while you're on holiday. I love you, sweetheart.
I can't believe she mentioned studying for exams before asking if I had any news! Classic Mum. She'll always be a Ravenclaw at heart. I glanced at Louis, who was thumbing through the Daily Prophet, and wondered if and how I should tell my parents that I had a boyfriend... Sort of. He was my boyfriend as far as they knew, anyway. They didn't need to know about the blackmail bit. I knew his family was sure to find out, if they didn't already know, so it was only a matter of time until Lucy's Uncle George mentioned it to my brother, or my dad heard about it from one of the Weasleys who worked in the Ministry with him. So I might as well get it over with and tell them myself. The problem was working out how to do it.
"I'm going to go answer this letter, so I'll see you back in the common room," I said, standing. "I'll see you later, Louis."
"Sure. Do you want to meet me in the Entrance Hall before lunch? We should do something together."
"I don't know if-"
"I won't make you kiss me," he said. He didn't look like he was lying...
"Ok, fine! I'll see you in the Entrance Hall."
I turned and left before he could make things worse, and was almost at the Hufflepuff common room when I bumped into my youngest cousin.
"Hi, Darcy!" he said, grinning.
"Hey, Danny," I said, giving him a hug. "What are you up to? Not getting into too much trouble, right?"
He laughed, showing the dimples in his round cheeks. "You're the one who always gets in trouble! I was just going to find Anna. Mum sent me a letter to give to her, since she never is awake for breakfast on Saturday, and doesn't get her mail half the time."
"Well don't let me hold you up! I'll see you later ok?"
I gave him one last hug, ruffling his dark hair, and let him go to find his sister, flattening his hair as he walked. I smiled, †and turned to the entrance of the Hufflepuff common room. Maybe everything that was going on would work out, after all.
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