Chapter 4 : Unbreakable
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I had kissed Roxanne Weasley and gotten away with only a slap.
That was awesome.
The grin lasted the rest of the day, and my friends kept asking what was going on.
“Nothing” I’d say every time they asked, still grinning.
“Like we’re gonna believe that.”
“Who is she?”
“I don’t know what you mean.” I’d reply and turn back to my work.
At this point we’d normally get shushed by whichever professor we were learning from at the time.
Roxanne spent most of dinner glaring at me across the great hall. I did nothing but smile in return, and it seemed to be annoying the hell out of her. Unfortunately my friends noticed this and managed to put two and two together. What can I say, we’re Ravenclaws.
They cornered me in the common room and so I told them. They seemed pretty damn impressed that I got away with only a slap, also my gumption at telling her that I was looking at her ‘like that’.
Naturally I was quite blasé about it all, it was what they expected, so they soon stopped bugging me. Only problem was they talked about it to other people and, somehow, by the end of breakfast the next morning it was all over the school.
Roxanne was furious. She ignored me for the whole day, leading to new rumours that things were going downhill already, ‘what a shame’ ‘I knew it wouldn’t work out’
The next morning after breakfast I waited for her outside the great hall dragging her into the corridor that leads to the kitchens.
“What do you want?” she snapped pulling her arm out of my grasp.
“We need to talk.”
“Apparently you do enough talking for the whole school to know that you kissed me, and apparently I punched you in the face, amazing how you don’t have a black eye.”
“I never said that to anyone! I only told my friends.”
“And I bet you couldn’t wait to spill the beans.”
“They worked it out, what was I supposed to say?”
“Not to spread it around the entire school maybe!”
“I’m sorry,” I took her hand in mine and she just looked up at me, didn’t pull away or anything. “But, you know, talking is going to happen in this place, and it might as well be about something good, right?”
“I guess.” She said with a shrug. I moved closer. “What do you suggest?”
“You know I really enjoyed that kiss yesterday.”
“Really?” she raised an eyebrow.
“I’d like to be able to do it more often. On a more exclusive basis.”
“Are you asking me out?”
“Are you saying yes?”
She replied by closing the gap between us and kissing me.
Grinning I kissed her back.
The next week or so was a blissful hurricane of holding hands, kissing whenever the moment permitted and generally being very ‘couple-y’ as my friends started to refer to it.
One day we played chicken with the Womping willow, and that weekend we tormented the giant squid and upset some Acromantula that wandered too far towards the edge of the forest one evening.
The crazy thing was I had never done things this way with a girl before. Even crazier was that it was working. I actually had feelings for her, I liked being with her and apparently the cereal ‘date her once then cast her aside’ version of me had faded away.
She made me smile whenever I saw her, and I found myself noticing little things about her that had escaped me before. Well, I did spend quite a lot of time looking her now and it seemed a good way to spend it, especially as whenever she caught me at it she would blush ever so slightly.
As much as she brought out the nice guy in me, I was bringing out her more girly side. More girly was as good as it got, she made a little more effort with her appearance now, and other guys were starting to see what I had apparently been seeing for a while and just never noticed before.
During this time she had a few more fights with Flint, Zabini and some of the other usual Slytherin suspects. All of them got in trouble over it, usually it started with the general house rivalry stuff but inevitably one of the Slytherins would cross what was, in Roxanne’s head, the invisible line.
It was weird in a way, it was almost as if she enjoyed fighting them, like it was the same kind of rush she got from playing chicken with the Whomping Willow or something.
I was just worried she’d end up getting hurt. She did, to an extent, and every time I found myself fraught with worry and pacing outside the hospital wing until I was allowed to see her.
“I’m fine.” She said for what seemed like the hundredth time in a month. “It’s just because we’re coming up to the first match of the season.”
“It’s never been this bad before.” I replied indignantly.
“It’s always this bad. You’ve just never experienced it the way I have before.” She punched me on the arm and I felt my fingers start to tingle with the force of it. “Stop worrying or I’ll start teasing you about it.” She said as she entwined her fingers with mine and pulled me into a hidden staircase with a mischievous grin. “You wouldn’t want to give me another excuse would you?”
That much was true. It was a shock to me at first how mean she seemed to be to everyone around her, and even more so, how they all took it with good grace and occasionally replied with same animosity, particularly her family.
It didn’t take me too long to realise the subtleties in her tone of voice compared to how she spoke to the Slytherins. The amused glint in her eyes and the warmth of her expression were giveaways too. The people she ignored or showed outright hatred to were the ones that needed to worry.
If she didn’t love you in one way or another, she wouldn’t bother with teasing.
I wasn’t sure I was happy that she’d decided that I deserved teasing too. I meant that she felt comfortable with me, liked me even (a fact backed up by her pulling me into secret corridors to kiss me) but it did mean I got a lot of ridicule, and some of my ‘fans’ didn’t seem to get it.
“She’s such a bitch to everyone” moaned Chalsee, a sixth year from my house whom my relationship with Roxanne hadn’t deterred from pestering me. “I can’t see how you stand her. Just because she’s a Weasley she thinks she can be a cow to anyone she wants. How she keeps her friends I’ll never know.”
“That’s my girlfriend you’re talking about.” I said with an even tone, staring intently at the fire in front of us.
“Shouldn’t you be doing your potions essay, I hear you’re failing.” Said Derek from the armchair where he was sitting. I glanced at my best friend and nodded my thanks. We’d known each other since we were small, and knew that particular tone of voice meant I was likely to start shouting soon.
Chalsee took the hint and flounced off in a huff of big hair, too much make-up and a uniform that I was sure was against whatever dress code the school had.
“No problem.” I reached into my bag and pulled out my Charms homework, due the next morning. No one else decided to bug me about my relationship that night which was probably a good thing, I might have actually shouted at someone. Not something I was known for.
As it was I was still in a bad mood when I got to Charms the next morning. I sat next to Derek dumping my bag on the desk. It did not improve by the time break time came around, or by lunchtime when I was supposed to be meeting Roxanne in the library so we could do our Transfiguration homework together.
She was waiting for me, playing with the end of one of her braids, charming the gold ribbon that had started to fray back together. She clearly heard me coming because she looked up with a smile.
Sadly her smile faded at the look on my face.
“What’s wrong?” She asked, her feet going from lazing casually on the chair next to her to on the floor in a second.
“It’s nothing.” I said dumping my bag and sitting down heavily on the chair her feet had vacated.
“It’s not,” she replied, “If it was nothing you’d have brushed it under the rug like everything else.” She gained that little glint in her eyes and the angle of her eyebrows changed. “If you were any more laid back you’d be horizontal and failing school.”
“It’s amazing how such bitchy people end up with so many friends.” Said a high pitched voice from behind the nearest shelf of books.
I groaned and motioned towards the bookshelf from behind which Chalsee was now walking a sickly smile on her face.
“We’re here to study Chalsee, if you’ve got something else on your mind you might want to leave now.” I said not looking at her and pulling my books out of my bag. I happened to know that Roxanne didn’t like Chalsee very much and I really didn’t want an argument right now.
“If I didn’t know better I’d say that her bitchiness was infectious.”
“Well if anyone would know about that it’s you.” Snapped the reply from near my right ear. I glanced across at her and the glint was gone, her forehead tight with anger her lips parted as she let out a steadying breath. She knew exactly what Chalsee had been talking about. She’d insulted both of us to our faces, and that was not O.k. with Roxanne.
“Rox…” I intoned cautiously, “She’s not worth it.”
It took her a lot of effort, but she turned around to face the table and tried to get on with her work. Clearly the looming Quidditch match and the fact that being banned from it was now a real possibility she didn’t want to risk it.
Seeing that she wasn’t going to get what she wanted, Chalsee left and by the end of lunch time we’d both calmed down, our essays were finished and we even had time for Roxanne to drag me into an empty classroom for a snogging session.
“We’re going to have to spend less out of classroom time together until the match.” She said while chewing her lip.
“Extra practise right?” I replied with a sigh. “It’s fine, I understand.”
“You are amazing. Thank you.” She kissed me once more and ran out of the classroom as the bell rang.
“No problem.” I called after her.
The next week and a half was going to be tough, not only would I be worrying about the next stunt the Slytherins would pull against any member of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, but I wouldn’t be able to keep an eye on her as much as I would have liked.
This issue came to a head 3 days before the match when, amid other incidents involving both teams, Roxanne ended up unconscious in the Hospital Wing. It was her cousin Hugo who saw me and told me about it on his way to find her brother. Apparently he was there when it happened and helped the Team Captain to escort her up to the hospital wing.
Again I was pacing the corridor outside having been denied entry and watching her brother go in with a sympathetic smile. I was sure I was wearing a track into the stone floor by now. Luckily it wasn’t long until Fred stuck his head out the door and said I could go in as she was awake.
“I’m fine.” Was once again the first thing she said to me with a roll of her eyes.
“You know that’s not going to stop me worrying.” I replied with a smile.
“I know, it’s nice in a way. I know he doesn’t.” she gestured at her brother with a mischievous grin.
“Well I wouldn’t want to waste my energy considering you’ve found someone else who does it so well.” He replied with a sly grin.
“Ha ha ha, let’s all laugh at my expense.” Was my sarcastic response. “I’d better get going or I’ll be late for class.”
“I’ll see you in History of Magic tomorrow.” I said and kissed her on the forehead and left her with her brother. She was O.k. I could relax, for now.
The trouble was the upcoming Quidditch match against Slytherin was going to be brutal, and as a beater she was sure to be in the thick of the action.
Sorry for the long wait, been busy trying to finish my degree (as from my Author information you can probably guess it was worth it :D )
But things are all back to normal now so I’ll be updating this one every few chapters of Lucky One (also worth a read if I do say so myself)
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