CHAPTER 1 BREAK NO HEARTS.
A/N: After my absence from the scene for many years, I'm back! Actually I'm trying to be back and this is a new shot at fanfiction writing. I always believed that there were not many fanfics for Dominique Weasley out there, and thought I should try to set the ball rolling! :D I really hope you like the first chapter!
"Dom! Dominique! Please!" His voice was desperate, pleading even, as he knocked on the door. "Just hear me out! I swear I'll never bother you again. Just this once! Please!" He spoke, his knuckles white by rapping against the compartment door repeatedly.
Finally, a girl opened the door, her face impassive, an eyebrow raised and her arms crossed in front as she leaned against the doorway, "Yes, Michael?"
The boy's face flooded with relief as she opened the door and did not seem particularly angry. "Dominique! Thank Merlin.." He sighed. "Can we talk?"
"I believe that's what we're doing?" Came the response.
"I- I mean somewhere.. You know… Privately?" He asked tentatively.
"And why would I want to talk to you privately?" She asked questioningly. "I'm sure anything you want to say, can be said right here."
Michael's face drained of any colour that had returned. He peeked inside and found a good few of the Weasleys sitting inside (He noticed Fred, Roxanne and Rose sitting inside) along with James Sirius Potter, all of whom had gone silent and were looking curiously at the exchange between their cousin and the seventh year guy before them. "Dominique, please.." He whispered. "You know I can't talk about it here."
"'It' what?" She stood straight now. "Look Michael, if you're here to waste my time, I suggest you get the hell out. And if you really want to say something, get on with it because I'm not going to stand here for you all day!" She said impatiently.
He gulped. Had she forgotten about all that had happened between them, he wondered. He didn't think it possible because it was the only thing that had been on his mind all throughout summer. Day in and day out. Every waking minute. Hell, it followed him in his nightmares!
"Dom.. Its about.. you know- what happened between us on the train back home." He spoke gingerly, moving his hand between the two of them, trying to give her a hint about what he was talking about.
"What. Happened. Between. Us?" She punctuated the words slowly and carefully. Internally, she was struggling to keep a straight face.
The poor boy was mortified as he spoke, "Yooshrunkmabols." The words tumbled out of his mouth so fast, that even he could barely make sense of what he had said.
"What?! Michael, listen to me." Dominique Weasley said, holding his arms and shaking him as if to bring him to his senses. "I want you, to say whatever you are saying, LOUD and CLEAR."
She spoke as if she was speaking to a retard. Not that he felt anything more than one. He took a deep breath, resigning himself to the humiliation he was going to be subject to. Some of the people in the adjoining compartments had poked their heads out to see what was happening, too.
"Dominique, you shrunk my balls on the train back home. Could-Could you fix them for me? Please?" His head hung low. His hands were balled into fists, clenched so tight that his knuckles were white. And had he looked up, his face would've been as red as beetroot.
He could hear people gasp before, or randomly burst out laughing around him as he finished. There was a thud, as a fourth year boy who had been half-hanging out of his compartment, fell on the floor as he held his stomach in peals of laughter.
Dominique was barely controlling herself, her eyes dancing with amusement. "See? Not that difficult was it? You had needed only ask, Michael. Just as I'd told you before, remember?" She spoke, but her voice had a hard note to it.
"Well, since you did ask so nicely," She did a swished her wand and ended it with a flick directed towards his groin. "There you go! You can wank yourself off to orgasmic glory, because Merlin knows no one is going to give you any hole to fuck after this." She smirked at him.
Michael Whose-Surname-Is-Not-Important left the scene after mumbling a small thank you, making his way through the laughing crowd that had gathered around them by now, praying for someone to Obliviate him of the misery he was going through and would go through for his last one year at Hogwarts. He had learned the hard way. You do anything, but you do not cross Dominique Weasley.
Everyone settled down into their own compartments after a prefect came and shooed them all away. Dom turned to her family who was sitting in the compartment with a grin on her face, settling into her seat by the window, next to Roxy.
Fred and James were still wiping their eyes after laughing to tears, Roxy looked highly amused while Rose was simply confused.
"That was ruddy brilliant, Dom!" Fred said, still chuckling at the scene.
"Don't think I've seen anyone that close to pissing their pants before." James laughed.
Rose being Rose though, asked the logical question, still confused. "But why did you shrink his balls?"
"Because, darling." Dom turned to answer her. "That scumbag thought he could try to force himself on me and get away with it. Clearly-"
"HE WHAT?!" Shouted Fred and James in unison, up on their feet at once.
"I'm going to throttle-"
"That good-for-nothing-piece-of-shit-"
"-shove his wand right up his arse-"
"-going to slice up his sausage and feed it to him!"
"GUYS!" It was Roxy trying to make herself heard over them. "Will the two of you sit the fuck down?! Obviously, Dom is not in need of any saving." She said pointedly.
"Exaactly. Thanks Rox." She said to her. "And besides, the idiot has lived without his sausage and measly sacks of baby potatoes for the past few months. I'm sure he's learned his lesson. And besides," She almost giggled. "He still doesn't have a sausage that you could slice."
Roxy raised an eyebrow, "But didn't you just-?"
"Oh, he only asked for his balls back."
A/N: If you like the story and want it to be continued, please leave a review! Thanks! :)
