"And that's Angelina Johnson with the quaffle, dodging past the Hufflepuff chasers, dodging the bludgers, dodging the keeper..." Lee Jordan spoke, before erupting into a fit of screams. "IT'S 10 POINTS TO GRYFFINDOR!" The whole crowd cheered, the team pumped their fists in the air and I simply grinned. I drew my broomstick upwards and flew towards the area where the team was gathering. Harry caught the snitch not long after that, causing the crowd to cheer even louder.
"That was amazing, Angie!" Alicia grinned, giggling whilst she wrapped one arm around her best friend. I joined in too, hugging my best friends. "That totally got us the match!"
"Yeah, one more game to go and then we've won the cup!" George pointed out, nodding at his brother Fred.
We all zoomed down into the opened area whilst the crowd cheered our names. I landed smoothly against the wooden floor, pulling my broom from underneath me and setting it up against the rack after Harry and Angelina.
"Darcy!" Fred called, causing me to turn around sharply on my heels. His voice was the only voice that made me turn inside. He made me feel sick to the stomach. "Good game," he said, "your goals were amazing!"
"Thanks," I replied dully, marching towards the changing rooms. He didn't understand that I really was not interested.
Fred Weasley had liked me for the past two years. It had turned obsessive in this last year. He would follow me constantly, asking my friends where I would be, finding out my subjects and grades. It was my NEWT year, for goodness sake, I didn't need a stalker. Alicia found it cute, but she had the brain capacity of a walnut, so she didn't understand how creepy it was. She found it romantic. Angelina, however, had always fancied Fred, so she was undoubtedly slightly jealous, but she found it creepy too.
"Why don't you like me?" He asked, his voice soft and vulnerable. We were alone. We could say what we wanted.
I bit my lip, waiting for something clever to pop into my head. "I'm too busy to like boys. I need to revise for my classes." Only he knew that wasn't all that true.
"Darce- can I call you that?" I shook my head. "You don't need to revise. You're top of the class for everything." He said, sighing gently. He knew my grades, of course.
"I haven't got time for this, Fred." I said, marching into the changing rooms, mentally preparing myself for the next situation with him.
Preparing yourself for a dance is difficult, especially when you're the person everyone wants to speak to. Being the star player was fun when you were on the pitch, hell anywhere else. I smoothed the fabric of my red, mid-thigh length dress on. I gave myself a once over before walking downstairs.
People screamed our names, watching all the players walk down the stairs. It was a custom for the team to hold a party in the Common Room for every win that happened, and we just happened to win. Everyone loved the parties. It gave everyone something to look forward to since the Yule Ball last year, as well as boosting morale for the team.
Angelina and Alicia wrapped their arms together, and I linked mine with Alicia's. Being the chasers of the team, we were all very close. We made our way downstairs to a wave of applause. We all laughed it off, waving as we walked into the crowds. Everyone congratulated us on our win. A lot of people gave Angelina a pat on the back, because without her goal, we'd have drawn the match, and we didn't need that.
I made my way over to the drinks table, getting a break from all the crowds. Today just wasn't the day for a party. Nor was it the day for Fred. "Can I speak to you?" He asked.
I shook my head. "We spoke before." I said dismissively, taking a sip of my firewhiskey, which left a nice burn in the back of my throat.
"But I need to speak to you again." Fred said, moving so that we were facing eachother. I looked up at his face, really regretting it because I was noticing him. I noticed his sharp, chiselled jaw-line, and his luscious cheekbones, the way his ginger hair poked in every direction no matter how much he'd tried to style it in his dorm. Lastly, and most regrettably, I noticed his eyes. The large, brown orbs were staring at me, into my soul, and they were shiny. His shiny, large brown eyes were beautiful.
"No." I said, firmly. I didn't need to talk to him. "It's too much, Fred. You're trying too hard! You are probably a lovely lad, but you need to find someone who can appreciate you, like Angelina." I mumbled, looking up at his eyes once again. He didn't look happy. He looked upset, like he was going to cry.
"I don't want Angelina." Fred retorted, pulling at his hair. "I want you. I want you to realise how I really feel about you, and how you're killing me from the inside out. I want you to understand." He finished.
George had obviously seen us talking. He marched over, whispered something in his brothers ear and pulled him away. I sighed, rubbing my forehead with my hands. Alicia looked up at me, and I shook my head. "I'm going to bed." I mumbled, setting my drink down, saying a few goodbyes to people who wanted to chat, and left for the stairs, watching the large brown eyes follow my every move.
"She's bonkers!" Alicia yelled, purposely.
Umbridge's first lesson had just finished, and I, along with pretty much everyone else, wanted to rip her hair out. Just how does she think we'll protect ourselves without using magic? Taekwondo? I'd like to see her try it. I swear Lockhart taught us more than this cow.
Angelina had another Quidditch training session planned for this evening. The chasers needed to practise shooting, even though we were fine, and the beaters were needed to help us dodge the bludgers. That sounded great.
I left the group, choosing to go to the library instead of lunch. I wasn't a big eater, anyway. I walked over to the shelves, running my hand across the spines of every book.
"Any more of that and you'll have a detention for ruining school property!" Someone yelled. Madam Pince appeared from the side of the wooden cupboard with a sharp look in her eye. I nodded, smiled sarcastically and picked out a book very carefully, using only the tips of my fingers to pull it out to cause minimal 'damage'. I heard a chuckle from behind me.
I whipped my head around and saw Hermione with a small grin on her lips. Madam Pince shuffled away, and I sat at the table with Hermione moving to sit opposite me. "She's a bit fussy, isn't she?" Hermione whispered. I scoffed.
"Just a tad."
"I can see why Fred likes you." Hermione mumbled, "You're just like him."
Just like him? "Hermione, please.." I rolled my eyes, turning to my book.
"No, seriously! I've read a book whi-"
I cut her off. "Hermione, we know you read books." I laughed gently.
"-which says that men generally go for the polar opposites, or the girls who are exactly like them."
"Hermione, I don't like Fred."
Hermione closed her book. Okay, what's happened to her? "And why not? He clearly loves you, and I'm sure you'd love him back if you at least let him speak to you. He's a great boy, a little immature at times, but he has a big heart. If you get your head out of your arse and realise it, you'll understand how stupid you're being!" She said, packing up her books and leaving the library, and me completely dumbfounded.
Okay, since when did Hermione care about boys, and since when did Hermione grow balls?
I left the library, my mind still trying to unravel the thoughts that flew around.
