"Hey, Mol, we're going to the Quidditch pitch. Riven's playing!" they giggle that stupid high-pitched, girlish giggle. So annoying.
"You coming with us or what?"
"No thanks, need to complete my Arithmancy essay" I reply, smiling. Of course, I have to be nice. I'm a prefect for crying out loud. Also, I'm used to people liking me. It's always been that way. Yeah, I know that's called being fake, but hey, I'm not losing anything am I?
Oh yes. Who is Riven, you ask? Riven Adams is my co-prefect. Something I still find hard to believe. I mean, seriously? Him? What's so great about him? He's the typical rich, arrogant, good-looking (that's what the other girls say) Quidditch player. Its another thing that his grades are better than mine, something I try not to think about. He's terribly annoying with that I-Me-Myself attitude and is always surrounded by those bimbos.
"Yay." I say sarcastically as I finish the last line of the Arithmancy essay I've been working on since the past two hours. Professor Vector better be happy with this one. My tummy lets out a terribly loud noise, begging for food, but I'm too tired to eat. So I quickly rummage in my bag for a chocolate frog (Somehow, my bag always seems to have a chocolate frog) and gobble it up, temporarily satiating the hunger that's been gnawing at my insides since after breakfast.
"Hey, Mol." Rose says, walking into the common room, obviously back from another trip to the library. "Can you help me with my Potions essay?" she asks.
I'm exhausted. I really am. But I adore Rose. Sleep can wait.
"Sure" I tell her, smiling that well rehearsed smile of mine.
"Thank you, Mol!" Rose says, hugging me. I'd stay up all night if it meant getting these hugs from her. Because they're genuine. I feel warmth when she hugs me. Or even when Dommie, Roxy, Lily or Lucy hug me for that matter. They love me for what I am. But that's family, I guess.
An hour later, the stupid sixth year girls come back from watching the Gryffindor Quidditch team practice. Rose and I have finished her essay and she thanks me and goes to bed. I yawn and look up at the clock. Nine-thirty.
I get up to head to my dormitory when the portrait hole opens and in come Riven Adams and some brunette girl, eating each other's faces off. The scene is disgusting and I'm wishing more than anything that I wasn't a part of it.
"Oh," says Riven, noticing me and pulling away from the girl. "Sorry, didn't know you were here."
Note: He doesn't look the least bit sorry. His lips are curling into that overconfident smirk.
"It's past curfew." I say, in the nicest way I can, given the situation.
"I happen to be a prefect too." he drawls.
"Which is why I'd think you'd try not to break rules." I counter, folding my arms.
"She's right Brianna, you should go sleep." Riven says to the brunette and she scowls at him.
"What about you?" she says, tugging at his arm, giving him that overdone slavish look.
"I'll be sleeping soon." he winks at her and she obeys, leaving the room. So we're all alone now. Girls would kill for a moment like this. Not me, obviously. I just give him the most disapproving look and he chuckles.
"Why do you hate me so much?" he asks running his hand through his messy ash blonde hair.
"Do you really need to ask?" I say, rolling my eyes.
"We used to be friends, Mol." he says simply.
"No, Riven. We were never friends. You were a bully, that's what you were." I snap and he looks away, slightly irritated.
"Is that why you hate me?" he asks, disbelievingly. "Come on, Mol, we were kids back then."
"I'm tired, I'm going to bed." I say and rush up the stairs to my dormitory, ignoring him as he calls out to me. I never have managed to get rid of this old habit. I'm always running away from my problems. I may appear to be strong and confident, but inside, I'm gutless. It took me years to admit it to myself.
Riven's family and mine were next-door neighbors till I was twelve, when they shifted away. What I said earlier was the truth. He used to revel in my misery. As kids, he used to push me around and, me being the spineless crybaby that I was, used to get pushed around. Still, there were times where we would have fun playing together since the only friends we had were each other, seeing as Lucy and I had too big an age gap.
I put on my nightgown and relieve my glossy, chestnut brown hair (inherited from my mother, thankfully) of the tight ponytail it's been tied up in. Everyone else is asleep, thank goodness. As I slide into my bed, I remember the day he left Lansdown. We had promised we'd write to each other regularly. I kept my end of the promise for a month and then gave up because he didn't reply even once and that made me feel stupid and desperate. That was when we stopped talking at school too. I never asked him why he didn't reply to my letters. It would make me look like the other girls who craved his attention. But it killed me within. I missed him but I didn't want to admit it.
Another thing that I didn't want to admit was that I had a crush on him. I couldn't believe it at first, because he was the guy who always bullied me around and I was falling for him, but yes. In fourth year, it took me every bit of self-restraint I had to not break down every time I saw him snog a girl while he completely ignored me, immense willpower to get over him and complete ease to finally going back to hating him again. All in all, I'm fine now. I don't give myself another choice.
My tummy rumbles but I ignore it again and fall asleep almost immediately.
"Well, this is boring." Riven says, walking up and down the seventh floor corridor. Why am I on patrolling duty with him? Oh yes, he's my co-prefect, I remind myself. Why is he my co-prefect again? Argh, I'm sick of having this conversation in my head with no satisfactory conclusion.
"Mol, entertain me." he orders. Well fuck you, Riven, I don't take orders from filth.
"Um, let me think about that- No." I say, controlling myself from using the language I just used in my mind.
"You're boring." he declares. Oh goody! Not. Ignore him, he isn't even worth a reply.
"How come you're Miss Nicey around everyone else and a complete bitch only to me?" he asks. I know he's doing it to piss me off. Sadly, it's working.
"Don't you dare call me a bitch." I warn him, trying to sound threatening. Note the 'trying'.
"Or what?" There's that terrible smirk playing around his lips. I want to strangle him with everything I've got. I want to make him feel pain. I want to- to… to cry. He called me a bitch. No one's ever called me that. He's never called me that. I want the old Riven back. I want everything to go back to the way it used to be when I was twelve. I'm tired of playing Miss Nice and Mature. It's suffocating me.
I just look away because I'm really bad with comebacks. I'm wishing I was anywhere but here and then, it happens. Carvings begin to form in the wall opposite me and before I know it, we're standing in from of a huge wooden door.
"You saw that, right?" Riven asks a stunned me and I reply with a nod. He walks up to the door, giving it a big push and it opens to reveal a huge, dark room. We walk inside together, though I don't know why I'm walking in. There isn't any red flag going up in my head, telling me not to enter, but this room just popped out of nowhere! I should not be entering this room. I should be patrolling the corridor. I should walk out right now.
Too late.
The door vanishes the same way it appeared.
"Shit!" I shout, banging the place the door had just been with my fists. I know it's no use. This is Hogwarts. Walls don't turn into doors just because you bang your fists on them.
"How do we get out of here? I say, rounding on Riven, who seems most calm.
"I don't know." he says, plainly and then it dawns on me that I'm alone with him in a dark and unknown room with no way out. Two years ago, this would have meant heaven had smiled upon me. Now, I just want to get away from him. And why is it so bloody dark?
Almost as though the room read my mind, torches in their brackets light up. Okayyy. Creepy. Even for Hogwarts.
"So, let's finish our little conversation of the other night. Why exactly do you hate me?" Riven asks.
Great. Now I have nowhere to run to. How do I get out of this situation? The only possible thing to do is to answer him. Fine. I'll tell him why I hate him so much. I hate him because… because… Wait. Why do I hate him? And then it dawns on me: I don't have a reason.
"Too many reasons." I lie.
"Name one."
I stare at him and he smiles.
"You don't hate me, do you?" he asks. It's a rhetoric question.
"I do."
"Tell me why then."
"I don't need to tell you."
"You know what I think? I think that you could never hate me. Even as a kid. I think that you like me but you don't want to like me because I've been a jerk to you and you're confused. You don't want to like me so you think hating me for the sake of it will be easier. Because then you don't have to admit to how you feel about me."
I look at him for a second before bursting into laughter. Oh my goodness. He did not just say that. I haven't laughed so loudly in so long. My stomach hurts. Riven just stands there and I can't tell the expression on his face. It looks kind of like a mix between pity and amusement.
"Where did that come from?" I ask incredulously.
"I know what I'm saying, Mol." he says, looking me in the eyes.
"How could you possibly even think that I like you?" I look him in the eyes too.
"You do." his tone is so calm that it's almost annoying.
"You are so full of yourself!" I say, disgusted at his overconfidence. "You couldn't make me like you if you tried."
"I don't even need to try." he replies, though there isn't any overconfidence in his voice anymore.
"Try me." What am I saying?
Again. That smirk plays around his well-defined lips, his grey eyes (sadly, the same shade as mine) twinkling.
"You'd think I have nothing better to do." he says, finally looking away.
"Coward." Seriously, what is up with me?
"Awh, name calling? Real cute, Mol." he says, brushing me off.
"Have you heard of the Room of Requirement?" he asks, changing the topic.
"Yeah." How dare he change the topic just because I'm winning?
"Well, I think we're in it." he says, looking around the room.
"How do you know?" I ask, momentarily distracted. "And anyway, the room was supposed to have been destroyed during the battle."
"Love, this is Hogwarts. Need I say more?"
Agreed. Wait. I was outside when I wished to be somewhere else and the door appeared… and then… when I didn't like the dark… the lights came on! How could I have been so stupid? This really is the Room of Requirement. So, I can get out if I wish to get out, right? Only… I don't want to get out.
No, wait, what? Of course I want to get out.
But, hey, I'm alone with him. And I used to like him. Surely, part of the feeling remains?
No, no, no, no, no. Be rational, Molly. Just wish for the door to appear and forget this ever happened.
I listen to my sensible side before I can change my decision.
"I want to get out of here," I say to myself.
And sure enough, the door appears. Oh, but I don't want it to!
Shut up, stupid hormonal, teenage self! I tell my head and it listens to me, going as far as making me walk up to the door and giving it a big push. Riven follows suit and helps me push the door and it opens. I walk out as fast as I can.
We should be off duty by now, I hope as I walk back to the common room with him walking alongside me. We don't say anything to each other, which is kind of weird since I'm always having a go at him with any opportunity I get. The Fat Lady is given the password and she lets us enter into a deserted common room.
"Well, goodnight." says Riven and he's wearing a smile. A nice one.
I look at him for a second before frowning and saying,
"I don't like you."
I don't know if I'm trying to make him believe it or if I'm confirming it for myself.
"Okay, you don't like me. Can we at least be civil toward each other?" he says, raising his hands in defense.
"No." I say, and without waiting for a reaction, turn around and go up to my dormitory.
So umm, how did you guys like it? I was once going through fanfics and I realized that there aren't very many fanfics about Molly Weasley II so I though I'd write one!
Please review, I'd really appreciate it :) And I don't update very fast since I don't get a lot of time to rite so I hope you'll forgive that.
