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"May I have this dance?" James asked me, offering his hand. Just like he did, when I first met him, seven years ago, on platform 9 3/4.
"I'd love to," I accepted his hand and we walked to the dance floor. Michelle Branch was playing, my favourite song, which I asked for, "Goodbye to you." I could listen to it all day. Everyone and everything was so perfect on my first night back from Hogwarts, which I had finished. Everyone was dancing, all except Chris, whom I turned down at the Party. I could feel his eyes watching me, every move I made. It made me feel extremely uncomfortable.
I started to tremble as I wrapped my arms around James's neck and he placing his hands on my hips. Gosh! Help me! I couldn't help it. He, James, was just so gorgeous. I was so lucky to be his best friend but I loved him more than a mate way. Much, much more.
"Well, after tonight, we'll be going to our colleges," he said, sadly.
"Yeah, I know," I replied, looking at the floor, then back to his eyes. I am going to a muggle college, which was in Oxford, and James is going to the Wizard one, called Wizard's Finial Step. "I'll miss you. Loadsa."
"Me too, Lil. Me too," he said.
"You look really handsome tonight," I said, blushing. He was wearing a tux, without the tie or bow, and his hair was extra scruffy, more than usual. His blue eyes were shiner than usual and his cheeks were a bit red. His hair was teasing me to stroke it and ran my fingers through it.
"You've told me that tonight already. Five times, in fact," he chuckled.
"Oh, sorry." I said, biting my lips a bit. "But you do."
"You look very beautiful. I'd say the most beautiful girl here tonight is you."
I absolutely blushed scarlet. I looked pretty tonight, fair enough, but. beautiful? I was wearing my mum's old dress; it was midnight blue, with beards on the bottom.
"You're lying," I muttered, feeling very foolish.
He leaned his forehead onto mine. "I'm not and you know it."
I smiled and replied, "You're so sweet. Thanks for being my date and everything."
"What are mates for then?" he asked.
We went quiet for a while. I keep looking around. Everyone, mostly the girls, but some boys, was going me evil looks. I was used to it. Everyone and anyone wanted to be James's friend, just because he was popular and everyone's favourite guy. I was James's mate because he was kind and understands me, the only person who does. He was my perfect mate.
Suddenly the music stopped. Everyone stopped danced, started to moaned and looked towards the DJ. I looked at James, who looked back, confused, then we saw Chris, with the microphone and the plug to the DJ set. "Lily." He kept on saying, "I 'uvre yu." everyone could tell he was drunk because he was swaying backwards and forwards, and that he was hiccuping every five seconds. I covered my face with my hands, to hide the crimson face. "Lily, you slut, dumping me, -HIC- five years ago. I 'uvre yu. I wanna -HIC- you ssooo much." he was face to face with me, his breath smelt strongly of beer. "I'm sur- sur- HIC- surprised that yu've hadn't dumped Jamie boy here. Or do you actually have feelings for him?"
"Err. Chris," James tapped him on the shoulder and, as soon as Chris faced him, James punched him so hard on the nose that he fell backwards, with a heavy bleeding nose.
"You fucking bastard!" Chris shouted, getting to his feet, covering his bloody nose. "Why fight me?"
"Just leave Lily alone. She doesn't want you and she never will," James said, through gritted teeth, standing in front of me, holding my hand, as I trembled behind him.
"You know -HIC- we have a thing in common. We both want -HIC - her. You may fancy her, l-l- -HIC- lust," he was now spraying spit everywhere. "But I," now pointing to him proudly, " love her." He looked at me, straight in the eyes and said, "Lils, look at me. I need you."
I was so cross, upset and a bit scared all at once. "No, you don't. You'll live, now please put the music back on please." I took a step forward. "Please?"
"As long I can," he said something so gross and disgusting that it had gone to far.
With all my might, I slapped him across the face and said, "You sick twisted prevent!" But that was a BIG mistake. Violently, Chris threw up all over my dress and me. I was so shocked I couldn't speak. The manager of the 'Day and Night' came to the rescue, taking Chris away from the main hall and saying something to me about getting change into something.
I bit my lip, which didn't have vomit on it and I had a little sob, James was still next to me. "That fucking son of a bitch!" I said, through tears.
James was about to hug me, to stop me crying, but thought better of it. Instead, he took my hand and said, "Shh, Lil, don't cry. Let's get you changed C'mon."
And he led me to the Girls' loo. Not feeling at all shy, he came in with me. The Girls already in there, who were doing their make up, screamed and ran out the loos.
He chuckled and he said, "I'll get you some clothes. Do you have any in your locker?" Sniffing, I nodded. Oh, sorry, I didn't tell you, did I? I work at the 'Day and Night' at the weekends. "Good, just wait here. Won't be two ticks."
I nodded again and just as he was about to leave, "James, thank you. For what you did back there."
"No probs," he said, and walked out. I brushed my hair, with my brush, which was in my bag. Unluckily, it brushed out my curls, but it was still quite wavy and I liked it better. I washed off the vomit, off my arms and face. Great Chris, just great. You actually how to impress women, I thought, bitterly.
James came back, with my share clothes, "Thanks," and he handed them to me. I went into a cubicle and took off my dress and put on my demin long skirt, with flared across the floor and my khaki short sleeved shirt. "James," He grunted to show that he was looking. "Do you think he was telling the truth about being in love with me?"
"I guess so. Sorry, but no one lies when they're drunk."
"But he said that you fancied me, and that's not truth, is it?"
"Well, most of the time, then," he replied quickly.
"Oh. OK then, if you say so," I opened the door and walked out. "Do I look alright? Do I stink of puke?"
"Yeah, you look beautiful," he smiled, taking a step closer to me, which made me grin. I liked him calling me beautiful. Then he held his nose. "But, you smell a bit of sick."
"Oh great!" I said, rolling me eyes, and took out my perfume, lemon and lime, and spray it over me body. "Better?"
"Much," he said.
"Ok, what to do with my hair? Up or down, as my curls fell out?"
"Hair down, I like it like this," he ran his fingers through my hair and scratched a little spot on the back of my neck.
I blushed scarlet but I was in utter bliss. Our faces were moving closer, I swore they were. My stomach felt like it was doing somersaults and backward flips and for one as well and my eyes went a bit fuzzy. He slowly wrapped his arms around my waist, and pulled me closer. I wrapped my arm around his as well. He was rubbing his hand up and down my back, which get me chills, good ones, I mean. I think this is the closest I've got with a boy. I gulped loudly, god I hated being shy with boys. I stammered, "I-I think we- we should get back, its near-ly over."
James nodded, sadly, and he let go of me. "Yeah, C'mon." and we walked out of the loos, feeling very uncomfortable, not looking at each other in the eyes. I found an empty plastic bag, so I stuff my dress in it and put in under a table. I'll get it, after the Party. Hopefully, my night will improve...
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So wot do ya fink? Review!! plz..
"May I have this dance?" James asked me, offering his hand. Just like he did, when I first met him, seven years ago, on platform 9 3/4.
"I'd love to," I accepted his hand and we walked to the dance floor. Michelle Branch was playing, my favourite song, which I asked for, "Goodbye to you." I could listen to it all day. Everyone and everything was so perfect on my first night back from Hogwarts, which I had finished. Everyone was dancing, all except Chris, whom I turned down at the Party. I could feel his eyes watching me, every move I made. It made me feel extremely uncomfortable.
I started to tremble as I wrapped my arms around James's neck and he placing his hands on my hips. Gosh! Help me! I couldn't help it. He, James, was just so gorgeous. I was so lucky to be his best friend but I loved him more than a mate way. Much, much more.
"Well, after tonight, we'll be going to our colleges," he said, sadly.
"Yeah, I know," I replied, looking at the floor, then back to his eyes. I am going to a muggle college, which was in Oxford, and James is going to the Wizard one, called Wizard's Finial Step. "I'll miss you. Loadsa."
"Me too, Lil. Me too," he said.
"You look really handsome tonight," I said, blushing. He was wearing a tux, without the tie or bow, and his hair was extra scruffy, more than usual. His blue eyes were shiner than usual and his cheeks were a bit red. His hair was teasing me to stroke it and ran my fingers through it.
"You've told me that tonight already. Five times, in fact," he chuckled.
"Oh, sorry." I said, biting my lips a bit. "But you do."
"You look very beautiful. I'd say the most beautiful girl here tonight is you."
I absolutely blushed scarlet. I looked pretty tonight, fair enough, but. beautiful? I was wearing my mum's old dress; it was midnight blue, with beards on the bottom.
"You're lying," I muttered, feeling very foolish.
He leaned his forehead onto mine. "I'm not and you know it."
I smiled and replied, "You're so sweet. Thanks for being my date and everything."
"What are mates for then?" he asked.
We went quiet for a while. I keep looking around. Everyone, mostly the girls, but some boys, was going me evil looks. I was used to it. Everyone and anyone wanted to be James's friend, just because he was popular and everyone's favourite guy. I was James's mate because he was kind and understands me, the only person who does. He was my perfect mate.
Suddenly the music stopped. Everyone stopped danced, started to moaned and looked towards the DJ. I looked at James, who looked back, confused, then we saw Chris, with the microphone and the plug to the DJ set. "Lily." He kept on saying, "I 'uvre yu." everyone could tell he was drunk because he was swaying backwards and forwards, and that he was hiccuping every five seconds. I covered my face with my hands, to hide the crimson face. "Lily, you slut, dumping me, -HIC- five years ago. I 'uvre yu. I wanna -HIC- you ssooo much." he was face to face with me, his breath smelt strongly of beer. "I'm sur- sur- HIC- surprised that yu've hadn't dumped Jamie boy here. Or do you actually have feelings for him?"
"Err. Chris," James tapped him on the shoulder and, as soon as Chris faced him, James punched him so hard on the nose that he fell backwards, with a heavy bleeding nose.
"You fucking bastard!" Chris shouted, getting to his feet, covering his bloody nose. "Why fight me?"
"Just leave Lily alone. She doesn't want you and she never will," James said, through gritted teeth, standing in front of me, holding my hand, as I trembled behind him.
"You know -HIC- we have a thing in common. We both want -HIC - her. You may fancy her, l-l- -HIC- lust," he was now spraying spit everywhere. "But I," now pointing to him proudly, " love her." He looked at me, straight in the eyes and said, "Lils, look at me. I need you."
I was so cross, upset and a bit scared all at once. "No, you don't. You'll live, now please put the music back on please." I took a step forward. "Please?"
"As long I can," he said something so gross and disgusting that it had gone to far.
With all my might, I slapped him across the face and said, "You sick twisted prevent!" But that was a BIG mistake. Violently, Chris threw up all over my dress and me. I was so shocked I couldn't speak. The manager of the 'Day and Night' came to the rescue, taking Chris away from the main hall and saying something to me about getting change into something.
I bit my lip, which didn't have vomit on it and I had a little sob, James was still next to me. "That fucking son of a bitch!" I said, through tears.
James was about to hug me, to stop me crying, but thought better of it. Instead, he took my hand and said, "Shh, Lil, don't cry. Let's get you changed C'mon."
And he led me to the Girls' loo. Not feeling at all shy, he came in with me. The Girls already in there, who were doing their make up, screamed and ran out the loos.
He chuckled and he said, "I'll get you some clothes. Do you have any in your locker?" Sniffing, I nodded. Oh, sorry, I didn't tell you, did I? I work at the 'Day and Night' at the weekends. "Good, just wait here. Won't be two ticks."
I nodded again and just as he was about to leave, "James, thank you. For what you did back there."
"No probs," he said, and walked out. I brushed my hair, with my brush, which was in my bag. Unluckily, it brushed out my curls, but it was still quite wavy and I liked it better. I washed off the vomit, off my arms and face. Great Chris, just great. You actually how to impress women, I thought, bitterly.
James came back, with my share clothes, "Thanks," and he handed them to me. I went into a cubicle and took off my dress and put on my demin long skirt, with flared across the floor and my khaki short sleeved shirt. "James," He grunted to show that he was looking. "Do you think he was telling the truth about being in love with me?"
"I guess so. Sorry, but no one lies when they're drunk."
"But he said that you fancied me, and that's not truth, is it?"
"Well, most of the time, then," he replied quickly.
"Oh. OK then, if you say so," I opened the door and walked out. "Do I look alright? Do I stink of puke?"
"Yeah, you look beautiful," he smiled, taking a step closer to me, which made me grin. I liked him calling me beautiful. Then he held his nose. "But, you smell a bit of sick."
"Oh great!" I said, rolling me eyes, and took out my perfume, lemon and lime, and spray it over me body. "Better?"
"Much," he said.
"Ok, what to do with my hair? Up or down, as my curls fell out?"
"Hair down, I like it like this," he ran his fingers through my hair and scratched a little spot on the back of my neck.
I blushed scarlet but I was in utter bliss. Our faces were moving closer, I swore they were. My stomach felt like it was doing somersaults and backward flips and for one as well and my eyes went a bit fuzzy. He slowly wrapped his arms around my waist, and pulled me closer. I wrapped my arm around his as well. He was rubbing his hand up and down my back, which get me chills, good ones, I mean. I think this is the closest I've got with a boy. I gulped loudly, god I hated being shy with boys. I stammered, "I-I think we- we should get back, its near-ly over."
James nodded, sadly, and he let go of me. "Yeah, C'mon." and we walked out of the loos, feeling very uncomfortable, not looking at each other in the eyes. I found an empty plastic bag, so I stuff my dress in it and put in under a table. I'll get it, after the Party. Hopefully, my night will improve...
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So wot do ya fink? Review!! plz..