Self-Esteem
Inspired by the Offspring Song of the same name
Michael Corner, Terry Boot, Anthony Goldstein, Ginny Weasley
Tap, Tap, Tap.
That gentle tap at the door to the head dormitory. Ignore it, Goldstein, pretend you've gone to bed.
"Tony?" "Please open up. I'm so sorry, I couldn't get away. I need to talk to you. Please."
Bloody hell! That voice. She sounds upset.
Tony closed his arithmancy book with a firm snap.
Of course, she sounds upset. She always sounds upset when she shows up at your door. Ignore it--ignore her!
Anthony Goldstein, head boy and well respected Ravenclaw, clenched his fists as he stared at the closed entrance to the common room he shared with his Hufflepuff aligned counterpart in head duties, Hannah Abbott. He had waited almost 2 hours in the library for the girl who now waited outside his door.
2 hours! It's not like he was...Longbottom. He was head boy, for Merlin's sake.
" Tony, anyone could pass by and see me out here. I'm taking an awful chance...for us."
Us? Had she said, us? He couldn't very well leave a girl like that outside, could he? No. His Jewish grandmother would have wept, that her only grandson wasn't a gentleman.
Glancing at his watch, noting that it was 2 am and Hannah was in all likelihood fast asleep, Anthony Goldstein talked himself up off the sofa where he had been angrily studying and walked to the door.
There she stood, lovely, with a determined set to her jaw and a couple of bottles of butterbeer in her hands. He knew what that meant.
She was angry.
A long list of possibilities ran through his mind, Seamus? Probably not. Luna? No. It would have to be Ron. Only that red headed prat had the abilty to raise her ire like this. Except maybe Malfoy. But she'd have just hexed his sorry arse and paid the consequences.
Despite his annoyance with the lateness of her visit and feeling pissed over being stood up earlier, Tony couldn't help but be glad to see her. When she was angry like this, her eyes snapped with fire in their honey brown depths.
Damn! She fairly took his breath away.
She only seemed to seek him out when she was angry. Fortunately for him, she had a fiery temper. Often, he got the urge to thank Ron Weasly for being so insufferable that it brought this girl to his door. He'd never do it though. Between Ron and Harry, Tony knew that he'd never stand a chance. Better to be thankful for small favors.
Leaning against the door frame, she clinked the bottles together lightly and with a raised eyebrow held one out to him. Although he looked hesitant, she knew he'd accept it.
She knew him well.