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Albanian Knights by StellaRose
Chapter 6 : Get in the door with the Gryffindors
 
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AN:  I’ve decided that Giles and Kane are NOT going to be on their respective house’s Quidditch Teams for a couple of reasons. One, because like a reader pointed out, it’s highly likely that all of the main characters in my story would be on their respective house’s team and Two, Kane and Giles really don’t care about Quidditch and it’s not necessary for the plot for them to be on their house’s teams. 

I will go back and change the information in previous chapters but for now, please just note the minor change. Thanks :)

 

 


It had been 2 weeks and 3 days and Ethan and Giles still weren’t speaking to one another. It was the longest they’d ever gone and to be honest, it was getting dull rather fast. Giles, my best mate for five years, had suddenly turned into a moody, sullen, reclusive brat. All of his free time was spent studying and every time I tried to talk him into doing something I got my head bit off or got completely ignored. After awhile, I gave up… but I missed my best mate. 

It was my free period right before lunch. Normally I spent it with Giles either talking or studying in the commons room but today I was in no mood for his sullen behavior so I skipped the tower and headed outside to the courtyard for some fresh air. Seems like I wasn’t the only one but I quickly realized why Giles and I avoided the courtyard like the plague. It was full of hormonal boys throwing around pretend quaffles and a slightly higher ratio of girls mooning after them. Malfoy, Potter and their mate Chambers were in the center courtyard showing off for a bunch of girls in their house. That was no surprise. What was the surprise was who was hiding behind a pillar looking longingly at no other than Scorpious Malfoy. 

“Rose Weasley,” I said softly as I crept up behind her. “I never would have guessed.”

Weasley jumped about a foot in the air and glared at me while blushing furiously. It wasn’t a pretty combination.

“Merlin! What do you want Besin?” asked Rose. She took a quick look over her shoulder but Malfoy, Potter and Chambers were too far away to hear us and most certainly weren’t paying any attention to us.

I chuckled to myself and walked over the other column to lean up against it. “So Malfoy, Eh?” I said with a slight grin on my face.

Rose blushed redder than her hair. “Of course not!” She exclaimed, still glancing nervously over her shoulder to ensure that they hadn’t heard or noticed us.

I just smirked. Rose’s reaction after Scorpious stopped pestering her suddenly started to make a heck of lot more sense. 

“You know, you could just talk to Scorpious. Considering he used to spend half of his day pestering you there may be a good chance he actually, oh I don’t know, likes you? Besides, your cousin is best mates with him, just talk to Al.”

Rose sighed, clearly exasperated. “Honestly, I can’t just talk to Scorpious. He may have picked on me all the time but that was only because of Al and now that Al and I….well we’re not really that close…not anymore at least…he hates me now,” Rose said in a depressed tone.

“Right…I’m sorry, I didn’t know, ” I said, not quite sure how to respond. I guess I though the Wotters were a perfect little family and everyone got along splendidly with everyone else.

Rose just smiled sadly. “It’s okay, its not like we’ve ever really talked about our families before.”

I chuckled lightly. “Rose, we haven’t talked about anything before.”

“True, we’ve also never been on a first name basis before, Belle,” she said finally smiling again.

I smiled back. Ever since the classroom incident I’ve given up finding reasons to not like Rose. There were plenty of reasons why we shouldn’t be friends but at the moment, none of them really seemed to matter.

 

 


 

“Belle!…Belle! Wait up!”

I had deliberately walked by Ethan and his stupid bimbo girlfriend without say hello. Ethan had kissed her on the cheek quickly, then sprinted down the hallway to catch up with me.

“What do you want, Yaxley?” I said rather coldly. 

“Ugh..” Ethan was taken aback by my tone then looked a little sheepish. “I just wanted to know how Giles is? You know…how he’s doing?”

I abruptly stopped almost causing Ethan to trip over his own feet before railing into him.

“Are you bloody daft? How do you think he’s doing?

Ethan looked even more sheepish and ran his hand through his hair nervously.

“Ugh, well…the Gryffindor vs. Slytherin  match is coming up and…been busy…doesn’t want to talk to me anyway…” he let his pathetic rambling trail off when he saw my expression hadn’t changed in the slightest. 

“Look, you don’t think I’m sorry? That I don’t hate myself for hurting Giles?” 

I sighed in frustration. Furious that Ethan was such a twat. Furious that he didn’t have enough of a backbone to just tell his father ‘no’. 

“Whatever Ethan, I’m just sick of being in the middle of it. I will tell you this though.” I jabbed my finger hard into his chest each time I made a point. “You better fix things between you and Giles and you better fix them fast because pretty soon…Giles is going to stop giving a fuck about you and you’ll have no one to blame but yourself.”

Ethan at least had the decency to look guilty as he nodded after everything I said. He rubbed his chest in the spot I had poked him and winced. Apparently I had poked him a little too hard the numerous times I had poked him in the chest. Prat. Serves him right. 

I was almost halfway down the hallway when I hear Ethan’s voice again. “I will make it right between us, I promise.”

I didn’t have to look back at him to know that he had the determined Yaxley look on his face. I knew he was talking about himself and Giles and for both of their sakes, I really hoped he would.

 

 


 

It was finally the day of the Gryffindor vs. Slytherin Quidditch match and the entire school was in a ruckus. Honestly, it’s as though they’d never seen player flying on brooms passing quaffles between themselves.

I found myself standing awkwardly at the top of the Slytherin side of bleachers. Giles was no where to be found and without him by my side I had no idea where to sit amongst the snakes. I suppose I could have sat with Kane but I knew none of his friends approved of me. Sure, when I was with Giles, Ethan, Evander or Kane, none of the snakes dared to make an derogatory remark but without them at my side, I was ignored and treated like dirt underneath their shoes. I knew they only accepted me because of who I was friends with, they made that quite clear and I didn’t really feel up to it without Giles. Heck, I was half tempted to go and sit with Rose on the Gryffindor side and would have if not for my imagination of what Evander’s face would look like if he caught sight of me on the Lion’s side. I would not be responsible for throwing off Slytherin’s keeper just because I was lonely. I sighed and walked dejectedly down the stairs planning on just watching the match from the castle lawn. I wouldn’t be able to see much but I could at least still hear the commentary.

I was halfway there when I noticed a person sitting at Giles and mine spot by the lake. I walked towards them and they didn’t even move as I sat down beside them.

“I thought you had forgotten about the game…”

“Sorry,” said Giles emotionlessly. “Just wanted to be alone.” He said the last word with an emphasis on it and stared straight ahead at the lake.

“Oh…” I felt tears spring up in my eyes. I NEVER cry, haven’t since my mother died, so the fact that I was now was startling even to me. I quickly wiped at my eyes and started to get to my feet before Giles saw.

Too late.

“Shit…Merlin...I didn’t mean it like that,” Giles said as he tugged at my arm, stopping me from getting up and leaving. 

“It’s…fine.” I said. By now the tears were streaming down my face and Giles was looking at me like someone had told him Voldemort had snogged Harry Potter at the last battle.

I couldn’t even begin to explain why I was crying. I knew Giles was upset with Ethan and not me but all of the weeks of him ignoring me had built up. It wasn’t enough that I had Rose as a friend, it just wasn’t the same without Giles in my life.

“I’m so sorry Belles,” Giles said as he wrapped his arms around me and just patted my head as I sobbed awkwardly into his chest.  

“I guess I haven’t really been that great of a friend lately,” he said after I had finally calmed down enough to stop crying.

“It’s fine,” I repeated, not knowing what else to say. I let go of Giles and leaned back against the tree next to him.

“It’s not, I was so caught up in how much my own life sucked that I forgot about being your friend…forgive me?”

Giles looked pouted and looked at me with his trademark puppy dog look. It should be outlawed it was that effective.

I smiled lightly, “It’s okay, I just, you know, missed my best mate.”

“I know” he smiled sadly, “I missed you too. I am sorry.”

I nodded and smiled back. We sat in comfortable silence before I’d calmed down enough and swiftly smacked Giles upside the head.

“Ow! What the--”

“That’s for being a prat,” I said with a smile. “Welcome back to the world of the living…it’s about time.”

Giles grinned before retaliating by throwing a fist full of grass into my face.

All was right in the world.

 

 


 

Giles and I spent the rest of the game just sitting under our tree and catching up. It was like the last couple of weeks hadn’t even happened. Well that wasn’t completely true. Giles still looked like a kicked puppy anytime Ethan’s name was said or implied. Guess that couldn’t be helped.

We were so caught up that we jumped in surprise when we heard the announcer say, “Annnd Albus Potter has caught the snitch! Slytherin wins!”

The roar following that was tremendous. After two years of losing to Gryffindor, Slytherin had finally won. Giles and I grinned at each other. He stood up and reached his hand to me to pull me to my feet. 

“Ugh, do you care if we go to the stadium now? I ugh, you know, I promised Evander I’d see him after the game,” I said the last part in a huge rush knowing that without a doubt red was even now creeping up my neck. I was hoping Giles would say yes, I really didn’t want to go back by myself.

Giles simply laughed and shook his head. “Alright, for you. But if Ethan tries to talk to me I’m out of there.”

I nodded and we made our way to the stadium just as students, mostly Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs, were starting to leave. 

As we walked on the pitch I spotted Ethan at the far corner with a few other six year Slytherins. Luckily, he made no move to walk towards us. I know Giles saw him but he pointedly looked the opposite direction and went over to talk to Kane. I followed and kept my eyes peeled finally spotting Evander to the left of Kane surrounded by a large group of giggling girls.

I was annoyed and about to leave when one of the seventh year Slytherins slammed into me knocking me to the ground. 

“Oh, I’m soo sorry. I didn’t see you there, Bentley,” she said with a fake smile as she and her friends giggled. Pretty sure I even heard one of them cough mudblood softly into their hand.

“It’s Besin, actually,” I said just as snidely.

I was furious as I got up but not more than the boys. Giles was gripping his wand so hard his knuckles were white, Kane was scowling and Evander was already making his way over to me.

“I think you owe my girlfriend an apology, Crabbe,” Evander said with a look of deceiving calmness.

I smirked before realizing with a start what he had called me. Apparently the g-word wasn’t lost on anyone else either.

“Your…your what?!”

“My girlfriend,” Evander said with a smile right before he grabbed me in his arms and snogged me like his life depended on it.

Yes, you read that right. Evander. Me. Quidditch Pitch. Snogging. Girlfriend.

At this point I couldn’t say a whole sentence if I tried. All I could focus on was Evander and his fine snogging ability and the fact that he called me his girlfriend in front of practically the entire Slytherin house.

Oh yeah, the looks on those awful girls’ faces were pretty hard to beat too. Let’s just say I won’t becoming friends with any of them any time in the near future.

 

 


“He what?!?” screeched Rose.

I grinned. “Snogged me in front of ALL the Slytherins. Apparently I’m his girlfriend now?”

Rose sat dumbfounded on her bed in our dorm. Luckily the other occupants were in the common room studying so we didn’t have to worry about them anytime soon.

“Wow. I thought you hated him? He’s kind of a prat,” said Rose in her all knowing voice.

“Yeah, I know but…I don’t know, I just kind of like him. Like, I know how his is to everyone else but with me, it’s different…he’s different…” I trailed off once I realized I was rambling and probably not making any sense what so ever.

Rose simply looked thoughtful for a few moments before reluctantly nodding in agreement. “I suppose.”

All of a sudden I gasped out loud and the insides of my stomach churned.

“He asked me to be his date to Yaxley Ball,” I said with dread.

“That’s nice…” said Rose slowly, looking at me as if I were daft.

“No, it’s not nice. As his date Rose.”

“Well duh, you’re his girlfriend of course you’re going as his date.”

I sank down on my bed and put my head in my hands. 

“Ok, I’m utterly lost. Why is this such awful news. You just said you liked the bloke!”

“Of course I like Evander but I’m going to be meeting his parents and…” I sighed. I was too embarrassed to even finish what I was saying.

“And…merlin’s beard Belle. Spit it out! It can’t just be that you’re scared of meeting his parents. You’re not scared of anything, and if you are, well you still face it anyway. Now what’s the problem,” she said crossing her arms and looking at me with a fiercely determined look on her face.

Times like this made me appreciate Rose all the more. She was so straight forward and so sure of herself that it never occurred to her that she wouldn’t be able to fix any problem she or I faced.

I sighed. “I don’t have anything to wear.”

I said it so softly that I hoped Rose wouldn’t hear and save me from my embarrassment. That didn’t happen.

Rose looked at me, taking in my beet red cheeks. “Is that all? We’ll just go shopping then! It will be fun! My family has big parties all the time I know just the place to go…”

Rose stopped upon realizing that I was still silent and still quite red in the face. Realization finally came upon her and her mouth formed a small ‘o’.

I hated being poor. I worked at a small muggle bakery during the summer but most of my earning went straight to the orphanage leaving me with only a small portion of spending money. My books and robes for school were taken care of out of what I assumed was a scholarship fund but besides that, I had nothing in my life that was actually mine.

“Look, it’s not a big deal I can..”

“No,” I said more sharply than I intended. “I’m not a charity case.”

Rose rolled her eyes. “I didn’t say you were and I’m not offering for free anyway.”

I looked at her with new found interest.

“I help you with the Yaxley ball and all that entails and you help me with Malfoy.”

Bloody. Hell.

“I don’t think that’s such a great idea Rose. Besides, you don’t really know Malfoy and he’s not exactly who he says he is.”

Great. Less than a day into being Evander’s girlfriend and I’m already spilling the beans about Malfoy. To my surprise though Rose just shrugged it off and looked as determined as ever.

“I don’t care what you say or what Evander or any of those Slytherins say about Malfoy. I don’t judge you for liking Evander even though he’s a crazy pureblood  so you can’t judge me for liking Malfoy. You don’t know him,” said Rose passionately.

“So why do you even want my help. Like you said, I don’t know Malfoy and I most certainly don’t talk to his blood traitor friends.”

Rose gave me a cunning look, “No, but you’re friends with Slytherins and like you told me before, Slytherins have dirt on everyone.”

I sighed defeatedly knowing there was no way out. “Alright, I’ll help you but I can’t make any promises.” 

Rose nodded before turning around and grabbing her cloak. “Come on, grab your cloak it’s cold out.”

“What?” 

“Well you don’t expect to get a dress here do you?”

When I stared at her she shook her head quickly. “I don’t have the type of dress you need for the Yaxley Ball, mine are all the wrong colors for you. No, if we’re doing this, we’re going to do this the right way.”

I smiled in spite of my self and decided to just go along with Rose.

As we were walking out of the tower I finally asked Rose where we were going exactly.

“Well Gryffindor Commons for now. I do believe we’ll need some help from the Mauraders.”

“The who?!?”

“Oh just some old family friends,” said Rose mysteriously.

Great. I had a feeling this was going to be a night I would never forget.


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