Chapter 15 : Confrontations, threats, and confessions (sort-of)
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There are times when I wish I weren’t a Prefect.
Like, when I caught James with a Slytherin who was two years older than him, with his hair caught in the hook of her red lacy bra.
Like, when I caught Lily trying to sneak off to meet some random Ravenclaw dude.
Like when I caught Scorpius and Rose in one of their make-out sessions.
But none of those times, and I repeat none of those times, ever came close to beating the one where I caught Layla with McLaggen.
I heard the tapestry being pulled apart, and a few heated words being said. I couldn’t hear what they were saying, I was so angry that all I could hear was my blood roaring through my ears right now. But if that jumped-up arsehole ever said anything rude to her-
I’m not supposed to think that way.
It’s none of my business anymore.
That thought made me feel like someone had reached inside of me, pulled out all my internal viscera and wrapped it around my neck and was choking me with it.
“Al-“ I heard her voice, and I just walked faster.
I didn’t want to talk to her right now. Nothing she says is going to make me feel better about this.
“Al wait!” she said loudly, almost caught up with me. Damn her, and her Chaser skills.
“ALBUS POTTER!” she shrieked, finally catching up to me. She pulled my arm and turned me around, making me face her. I found it hard to even look at her.
I waited, not saying anything, not quite meeting her eyes.
She just stood there, waiting for me to say something.
Yeah, right. The hell I will say something.
I wasn’t the one getting cosy with the arsehole of Gryffindor behind a tapestry. If anyone here has any talking to do, it has to be her.
She kept watching me apprehensively, like I was going to shout at her.
Not that that thought didn’t enter my mind, but my priority right now was finding McLaggen and hexing his arse to next week, jinxing him so that St. Mungo’s wouldn’t be able to fix him, and hurting him so bad that he would never return to Hogwarts.
“Listen to me Al” she started, in a would-be soothing voice, “I know this is something of a surprise to you-“
“Yeah, I guess you could say that” I muttered, still not glancing at her.
“As I was saying, I know this might come as a bit of a surprise to you” she continued, but I could tell she was irritated at the interruption, “but I actually hadn’t planned on that happening. And I most definitely did not want you to witness that”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” I asked; my voice low and brimming with anger.
She flinched. “It’s not what you think-“ she started, but before I knew it, I was interrupting her. Very loudly.
“How would you know what I think? Why would you even care, huh? Please, explain it to me Layla. Why did you think that would bother me? I’ve found many of my friends in worse situations before; it’s not exactly new to me. So please, explain why you thought that would affect me. And after all, we’re just friends, right?” I seethed, glaring at her. She winced at my loud voice, and shrunk back a little.
“Did you think that kissing a random bloke behind a tapestry while you were supposed to be on Rounds with me might surprise me? Well, you got me! Did you think that it might be a tad astonishing for me to find you sucking face with the one person I hate, while I was searching all over the bleeding castle for you? Maybe. Or the fact that you chose to do that with a person from my own house might bother me? What? What did you expect me to do after seeing what I just saw? And after all that, you have the nerve to come up to me and tell me that you ‘definitely’ didn’t want me to witness that? What the hell is that supposed to mean? EXPLAIN YOURSELF, DAMMIT!” I shouted the last part at her, willing myself not to cringe at the hurt and anger I could see in her eyes.
“Al, please, just listen to me” she started, but I couldn’t seem to be able to stop myself now that I’ve started.
“Why should I listen to you? Just so you can spin some more stories and give me excuses? I’d rather not, thanks” I hissed at her “And what can you say that can somehow miraculously make this all better? I’d rather not hear anything, least of all from you” I spat out the last part, disgust evident in my voice.
She cringed at that. But before you knew it, she was standing her ground and arguing back.
“Well, if you’d rather not hear anything what I’ve got to say, why are you still around, huh?” she asked me, her tone defensive and angry now “Why do you even bother? Why are you so pissed and why are you shouting at me right now if you’re as unaffected as you claim to be? Explain that, Potter” she spat out the last part to me.
How I wish I could do that.
I just shook my head and started to walk away, when she said, “Don’t you dare walk away from me now! Or is this the inherent mechanism you have for whenever the going gets tough? You always seem to be running away from situations, Potter. Aren’t people in Gryffindor supposed to be brave?” she asked, sarcasm dripping from every syllable, “Or maybe that’s why I chose to ‘suck face’ with a better Gryffindor than you”
“You think Donald McLaggen is a better Gryffindor that me?” I scoffed at her, “You’re deluded. You take that back”
“The hell I will!” she retorted, standing up to me, her face inches from mine, and I could see her eyes hardening into ice.
“You better take that back right now, Lewis or I swear I’ll-“ I said, but she interrupted me saying, “You’ll what? What are you going to do about it Potter?” she spat out my last name “Run away from the situation again? That’s nothing new. In fact, I’ve learned to live with that” she added, he expression supremely disdainful.
“What do you mean?” I growled at her, narrowing my eyes. We were almost nose to nose now.
“Oh don’t act as if you don’t know what I’m talking about!” she scoffed, “You haven’t looked at me properly in ages! You chose to avoid the conversation which we should have had a long time back, and you kept me hanging in the air. You never gave any sort of indication of ever wanting to go out with me, save for the time when you tried to kiss me at Christmas, and after that you didn’t have the balls or courtesy to even discuss it with me. Did you care about what I felt? Did you bother to know what I was going through? All you wanted to do was ignore me, and ignore me you did. For weeks, that’s all you’ve been doing! And when you wanted my help, you didn’t even acknowledge it! You acted as if nothing ever bothers you, and maybe nothing ever does! I thought you might be a different person than before, but you still are the same insufferable arse you always were! And here we are, meeting every day, with you acting like everything was hunky-dory and life couldn’t be better. You didn’t approach me, you didn’t sort it out, you left everything hanging in the air, and you expected me to wait for you till you found the guts to admit how you really felt? And on what basis would I be waiting for you? On a kiss that never happened? Or on all the love and attention you’ve been showering me with these past days? Tell me, Potter. Give me the answers to these questions, before you demand answers from me” she finished, slightly out of breath.
“That’s not what I meant!” I said, going defensive.
Yeah, I’m a coward. Get over it.
“And even if it was” (I’m gonna go search for my balls soon, I promise) “Why didn’t you give any indications? You obviously knew how I felt. You knew what was going on, you could have said or done something about it! Why didn’t you? If you’re saying all this bothered you so much, and obviously waiting around for me was such an ordeal, why didn’t you open that mouth of yours to actually say something, huh?” I demanded, glaring right back at her.
I also realize I’m the epitome of chivalry.
Godric Gryffindor would be so proud of me right now.
“What did you expect me to say when you’ve been avoiding the topic ever since? And how hypocritical of you, Potter, to expect me to come and talk to you about something I never even knew was true!” she said, her words echoing her doubts.
I wanted to kick myself in my balls. I had thought I had been pretty obvious in the way I acted around her. Apparently not.
“What more did you want?” I snarled at her “Me to spend every minute with you? Me to talk to you every day? To spend time with you? To be your friend? To invite you to my home? To introduce you to my family? To bust my arse trying to find the perfect gift for you, one that you deserved? To almost kiss you? Oh wait, I think I did all those! So why didn’t you say anything, if you knew how I felt about you?”
“It amazes me how you can still deny all that you’ve done, and turn the tables on me! I never thought you would be such a hypocrite, Al. I thought I knew you better. I thought you were better than that. I thought, if you felt something, you would come out and say it. I guess I was wrong about you” she whispered the last part, her every word a stab through my chest.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were going out with him?” I asked gruffly, once again avoiding the topic at hand.
“I didn’t know what to tell. And frankly, I didn’t think you were interested in knowing what goes on in my life. And also, it was none of your business” she said, her voice still reflecting her anger with me.
She was right, though.
It was none of my business.
“Fine” I snapped at her, “Fine. If you don’t want me to be bothered about it, I won’t be! If you want me to ignore it, I will! If you want me to be cool that you’re with that sleaze-ball, I shall act like I am! And if all that you wanted to do was get back at me for how I treated you, well...Congratulations, you’ve succeeded” I said, my voice cracking and my pain showing.
I could see her eyes softening, and a bit of pain lashing through her expression,
“Al that was never my intent-” she whispered, her voice so low that I had to almost lip-read her words.
And gazing at her lips didn’t do much good for me in this situation.
Merlin! Please don’t do this to me now, Layla.
I couldn’t stand to her what she was going to say, because whatever the hell it was, it would indefinitely hurt me more than if she didn’t say anything.
So I chose to do what I usually do.
Interrupt her. Make her mad at me. Make her hate me and my guts.
I’ve gotten pretty good at it, you know.
“You should probably go” I told her, my voice one again hollow. All the energy had been sapped out of me. “I’ll finish rounds, and I’ll make up some sort of excuse for your absence. Sorry if I’ve hurt you. Good night” I took one last look at her face, with mixed expressions and felt another stab of guilt and pain.
And before she could react, or say something that cut through me like an ice-shard or made me want to grab her and take her in my arms right then and kiss the hell out of her, I walked away.
It was all I could do.
“Can I talk to you?” said a gruff voice, and I looked up from my DADA essay to find McLaggen towering over me.
It took every ounce of my self-control not to take my wand from my bag and curse him into oblivion.
I didn’t want to end up in Azkaban, I don’t think Mum and Dad could handle it.
I just nodded, not trusting myself to speak and he took a seat opposite to me.
We both kept staring at each other.
Scratch that, we kept glaring at each other.
“Are you going to actually talk, McLaggen?” I snapped “I’ve got better things to do than sit around here looking at your face all day”
He glared at me. Well, that’s so different from what he was doing before. I could see how my talk immediately spurred him into action.
“Right” I said, going back to my essay “Talk when you feel like”
After about ten minutes of him glaring, and me trying to concentrate on my essay, he cleared his throat. I ignored it.
I wasn’t about to make the bastard’s life easier now, was I?
He cleared his throat louder.
I still ignored it.
He finally gave a very loud cough.
“You might want to go to the hospital wing, McLaggen. Sounds like a throat problem to me” I said, not looking up from my essay.
“Potter” he said, his voice strained with anger.
“Yes” I said shortly.
“I’ve got something to talk to you about”
“You said that fifteen minutes ago McLaggen. You didn’t say anything after that. Now if you feel like coming out with whatever the hell it is you want to say to me, sometime this century would be good” I said, smirking slightly.
Arsehole Al’s back.
“It’s about Layla” he said, struggling to maintain his temper.
My head snapped up at the sound of her name, and I didn’t entirely like the smirk unfurling on his stupid dumb-arse face right now. I wanted to chuck my very heavy Jinxes for the Jinxed book at his face and wound him physically.
“What about her?” struggling to be nonchalant.
“I want you to stay away from her” he said, his voice suddenly menacing.
“What?” I said, truly astonished.
“You heard me. I want you to stay away from her. No talking, no prefect rounds together, no more pretending that you have to plan to help Ian...none of that, you hear me?” he said, his ugly face inches from mine.
“Are you implying that I’m trying to steal her from you?” I said, my face mirroring his anger.
“Yes” he said shortly “Glad you could catch that Potter” he said, smirking.
Why you little...
“Are you scared that she’ll choose me over you if I continue to talk to her?” I asked; an arrogant smirk on my face “Or do you already know that she likes me better?”
“Shut up, Potter” he said, his face red with anger “She’s my girlfriend”
“Are you really that insecure?” I taunted him “If she is your girlfriend as you keep repeatedly mentioning, don’t you think she won’t leave you? Or do you not have that confidence in you relationship?”
“Potter, I swear to God, if you keep talking...” he threatened, his face an attractive puce by now.
“Are you threatening me, McLaggen?” I said, pulling my wand out and pointing it at his face.
“Yeah, bitch” he said, pulling out his own wand.
Seriously, what does Layla see in this guy?
I may be an arsehole, but I’m better than this fuckwit, right?
“Oi! What’s going on here?” asked James, coming through the portrait hole, only to find the both of us seething with anger, wand pointed at each other’s face.
“Oh good” McLaggen said sarcastically, “Your backup’s here. Not like you can ever go anywhere alone without them. Wittle baby Potter is twoo fwightened to be alwone” he said the last part in a mock-baby voice and I aimed my wand a little higher, between his eyes.
“Say that again, you sleaze-ball...”started James, pulling his wand out and pointing it at McLaggen too. Needless to say, the rest of my family appeared like they’ve been Summoned and all were pointing their wands at his face.
And he just gave a sarcastic laugh, “Just like I said. Baby Potter needs his protectors”
“That’s it McLaggen” said Rose, her wand out and her hair cackling with electricity.
You Do Not piss Rose Weasley off, unless you want to be found hanging by your balls in a deserted corridor.
It has happened, trust me.
“Back off Rose” I muttered, “And you, McLaggen. Do you want a fight? Really? We could duel it out anytime” I said, my eyes hardening and my grip on my wand tighter than before.
A few people had gathered by now, looking on with interest, and I could see that McLaggen didn’t want to lose badly in front of all these people, and so he shoved his wand away and snarled at me “Remember what I said, Potter. Stay away” and stalked out of the Common Room.
“Yeah, that’s right” said James.
“Keep walking, McWhats-your-face” said Fred, “Run like the scared little girl you are”
“Um, guys?” said Lily, “He’s gone”
“Oh” they said, both looking sheepish.
“Alright you folk” Dana said to the crowd gathered around us, “You can all go now. Show’s over”
The crowd slowly dispersed, grumbling. I could tell they were looking for some sort of an entertainment, and we just took that away from them.
Cruel, aren’t we?
“Now” said Rose, her hands on her hips “What in the name of Merlin’s most baggiest pants was that all about?” she demanded, coming right up to my face.
I may or may not have whimpered.
She looks exactly like Aunt Hermione when she’s pissed.
Don’t tell her that, unless you wish to be killed.
“Yeah, why was that fuckwit bothering you?” asked Ian, glowering at the portrait hole through which McLaggen climbed out.
This is going to be a long afternoon.
“Tell us, Al” said James, scowling at me. It was about three hours later, and they were still trying to wheedle information out of me.
We had raged, stormed, curses flew about, people got hit (other people who weren’t quick enough to take cover when there was a fight going on) and yet, after three exhausting hours, I still hadn’t opened up.
I would hold well under torture.
“Yeah, Potter. Out with it” said Rose, flinging her hair back and hitting Malfoy with it. Poor bastard.
“It’s not in my place to tell this to you, guys” I muttered, writing my essay.
“Hey!” I exclaimed, when Dana snatched it “Give my essay back”
“Not until you give us answers, Potter” said Ian.
Screw you and your love, Cooper.
“Fine” I sighed “A bezoar’s a stone taken from the stomach of goats, which will protect you from most poisons; a Boggart is a shape-shifter that changes shape into something that we fear the most; a Hippogriff is always proud; there are five signs to distinguish a werewolf from an actual wolf-“
“Not those answers, you fuckwit” said James, whacking me upside the head.
“Look, guys” I sighed “It really isn’t my place to tell you. You should ask Layla” I said, gritting my teeth when I mentioned her name. It still hurt.
“Ask me what?” a cheerful voice said from behind me, and we all turned to see Layla walking towards us, with her arm along around Hugo. I wanted to fling something at the pair of them, and how cheerful they –she- looked.
Anyone got an extra bag of dragon dung they don’t need?
Maybe I should ask Uncle George about it.
“We wanted to know why McLaggen was talking to Al” said Lily, after understanding my look to water it down.
“Well...” she trailed off, looking at me and biting her lip.
I looked down, and with McLaggen’s warning still ringing in my ears, I gathered my books and said, “I got to go guys” and walked off.
Not that I was scared about McLaggen, but I didn’t want him to find out and then make her life miserable.
Beats me why I still cared.
I wish I didn’t though.
“Tell us” demanded Dana, and I before I could hear Layla start with the story, I ran up the stairs to my dormitory.
Like I said, I didn’t want to hear the story of how they got together.
I’m sure I’d be lovely and romantic and all that crap, but...
Spare me the details.
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