Phrase: Number 11; 'Stop it! Just stop! Stop talking, stop breathing, stop making me so damn crazy!'
Pairing: Dean/Romilda
Rating: K+
Word Count: 661
Summary: Maybe, Romilda thinks, being crazy isn't so bad. Especially if he's the cause of it all.
Author's Notes: Here's the start of my very long response to an awesome challenge by L'amoureuse on the "Writing Challenges" forum.
Disclaimer: I own nothing you recognize. Such as Harry Potter, which rightfully belongs to JK Rowling. The lucky lady.
PHRASE ELEVEN
You Make Me Crazy
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"Hey, Vane!"
I turn to see Dean Thomas, of all people, waving at me with Seamus Finnigan by his side.
"What is it, Thomas?" I ask scathingly, trying to ignore the accelerated pounding of my heart, as he walks forward enough to be about 3 feet away from me.
"Go with me to Hogsmeade on Saturday."
Desperately, I want to say yes, but instead, I reply, "I'd rather go with the giant squid."
Seamus lets out this weird 'oh! Dean just got dissed' sort of noise, and I fight back an eye roll.
"Sorry, Thomas," I say, sounding almost apologetic. He just stares at me with this unfathomable expression on his face, and I, slowly, turn on my heel to catch up with my friends.
"Hey you guys!" I cry. "Wait up!"
They, being the very wonderful friends that they are, stop, almost comically, in their tracks.
"What was that about?" Bridgette asks, with a side glance to Seamus and Dean.
"Oh, Thomas just asked me to go to Hogsmeade with him."
"And?"
"I said no."
"But, Romilda! We all know you fancy him."
I sputter unintelligibly. "I do not fancy Dean Thomas!"
"Yes, you do. And don't even try to deny it!" Greta adds.
I huff. "Fine. I fancy him."
They all squeal simultaneously, and I manage a smile.
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"Oh Merlin," I mutter, once I see Dean walking along High Street with Seamus beside him.
Bridgette glances my way. With a small, irritated sigh, she grabs my arm—much to my displeasure—and drags me to the two boys.
With a giggle, she latches onto Seamus's arm, leading him away and into Honeydukes. Sometimes I wish she hadn't agreed to go with him.
I growl something under my breath.
"What was that?" he asks curiously.
"Nothing," I reply.
He shrugs.
I don't exactly know why but I blow up at the gesture.
"Stop it! Just stop! Stop talking, stop breathing, stop making me so damn crazy!"
He seems surprised by the outburst, even going so far as to take a step back.
I don't blame him.
Once the words sink in, though, he steps closer, and I feel my breath catch.
Breathe, Romilda, breathe.
"I make you crazy?" he asks, his voice full of doubt.
"Well, yeah," I respond in a small voice so unlike me.
"You obviously don't know how you make me feel, Romilda," he says.
"Oh," I peer up at him through dark lashes, "how do I make you feel, then, Dean?" I can't help the seductive undertone of my voice.
"Well, for one, you make me go crazy. Two, you just make me want you more whenever you reject me, a-and, have I mentioned the fact that you make me go crazy?"
I felt a smile forming at my lips. "Yeah, you've mentioned it once or twice."
I feel the gentle pressure of his hand on my hip, and I subconsciously lean into him.
A smirk tugs at his mouth. "So, will you go to Hogsmeade with me then?"
I look into his dark, almost-black eyes. "Sure. I'd love to."
He grins down at me, and I can't help a smile back.
When he bends his head down, though, I raise my face up to meet his with a painstaking slowness.
Finally, my lips meet his, and I nearly crumble to the ground at the unanticipated shock I feel.
When we pull away a few seconds later, I stare into his eyes with mine probably as wide as a tennis ball's.
"Did you feel that?" I ask breathlessly.
He nods, a dazed glaze in his eyes. "Yeah, I felt that alright."
"Maybe that's why we're so crazy," I tease him, heading in the direction of Honeydukes.
"Maybe," he agrees, placing a kiss on my temple as though he'd been doing it all his life, his arm wrapped around my waist.
And, maybe, being crazy isn't all that bad. Especially if he's the cause of it all.
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Author's Notes: Hope you liked the first installment (of fifty). Don't worry, though, Through Thick and Thin will be updated as soon as possible!
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