Hello my dears! I've decided to write a new story about the very underrated, seldom mentioned, Dominique Weasley! Are you pumped? I'm pumped.
So, my plan is for this to be about the lovely next gen. Weasley child on the quest to find a partner and to get over her crush. Please enjoy, comment, favorite, and follow. This first chapter as loads of fun so I hope you all enjoy very much. Also, don't forget to look at my other stories! I'm proud of al of them, although I hope they'll continue to improve as/if I add to them!
Disclaimer:As the author of Harry Potter, JK Rowling owns anything/one you have heard of before. She is amazing and deserves credit for the inspiration, the setting and many of the characters.
Enjoy!
Ch 1- Meet the Team
"Alright team. Listen up." Sebastian Hackney hollered into the noisy locker room. The chatter died down instantly, excitement thick in the air as the entire Slytherin quidditch team turned to look at their captain. "We are winning this season! We're going to train harder and crush those sorry arses in the other houses to a sad, depressed powder of loss. This is Charlie and I's last years, so we better win the cup. Let's do it!" The locker room erupted in cheers and I looked around at my teammates fondly. First, there's Sabastian, a seventh year student, our keeper and captain. He's tall and broad, built like a quidditch player, with a shaved head, pale milky skin, and watery hazel eyes. Sebastian is extremely determined and doesn't take anything as seriously as quidditch.
Standing to the left nearby were best friends and our two beaters, Juliette Perry and Charlie Morton. They might be the most unlikely combination of friends you'd have ever seen. Juliette is a short, stocky fourth year with broad shoulders and long blond hair. She has icy gray eyes and is the scariest person on our team by far. When Juliette gets angry, (which is quite often actually) there is nothing you could do but endure her fiery rage. Charlie on the other hand is lean and lanky with orange hair and a happy face. He's a carefree seventh year with the most contagious laugh. Unlike Juliette, he isn't built like a beater, but somehow uses his Slytherin wits to be extremely talented.
Behind them stood my cousin Albus Potter, a sixth year and one of our three chasers. Al has crazy dark hair like his dad, but that's where the resemblance stops. Unlike Uncle Harry, Al has milky brown eyes like his mom, and a freckled complexion. He's built similar to Uncle George, tall and thin, but also sturdy and muscular. Now, I know what you're thinking. Albus Potter? Slytherin? It can't be! But alas, both Al and I were sorted into Slytherin.
Merlin's Beard! I didn't introduce myself! My mother would be so displeased with my manners. I'm Dominique Weasley, 5th year Slytherin and the quidditch team's seeker. I have an untameable red main attached to my head, green eyes like my dad, and fair skin, dotted with an occasional freckle. I'm thin, smallish (around 5'5) but with broad shoulders and ginormous thighs. I'm grateful for my toned stomach, but my muscular back, shoulders, biceps and legs make me look like a man. My friends try to convince me otherwise, but honestly, I'm not buying it.
Moving onto the remaining two chasers. First, there's Kieran Abram, one of my best friends and fellow 5th year. He's a muggleborn with chocolatey skin, and closely shaved short dark hair. He's tall and muscular, but thin, like Charlie. He has the darkest eyes, and girls practically swoon when he walks by. Not only is he physically attractive, but he's witty and charming too. Kieran is a bit of a player, but I love him anyway. (Platonically of course) My other best friend, a halfblood named Devin Oakes isn't on the quidditch team, and is a Gryffindor, but Kieran and I love him to bits anyway. He's got an amazing jawline and is more muscular than Keiran. (One might even refer to him as "built") Devin has silky, floppy brown hair that always falls into his eyes "ever so dreamily". (Barf. Girls these days need new hobbies) His eyes are the bluest blue, and he's a freaking genius. Keiran and I are baffled as to why he isn't in Ravenclaw. He too is a huge heartthrob, and girls fawn shamelessly over him, but he's very committed to his girlfriend, Olivia Garrick, a sixth year hufflepuff. She's lovely by the way.
And finally, our last chaser, 5th year Heather Dryden. She's gorgeous. I kid you not, she might be the most attractive person I've ever met. She has short, dark, messy hair that swirls around into her face when we play quidditch ever so sexily and cold, dark eyes. Heather's pale, with skin slightly tanner than mine. Her face is sharp, and angular with pronounced cheekbones and a pointed nose. She's taller than me by about three inches, and has long lean legs but somehow avoids getting broad shoulders. She's toned of course from all the flying, but still feminine and gorgeous. Of course, both Devin and Keiran are totally aware that I fancy her, but luckily she has no idea. Now once again, this might shock you. A Weasley? Gay? I'm aware I'm an outlier. When I came out to my family, it was quite a shock. My mother didn't speak for about 4 hours, but she came around. Luckily, Uncle Ron and Grandma Weasley were there to be the firsts to laugh and hug me, saying they love me no matter what. My family is amazing.
And so, as we strolled onto the quidditch pitch, Sebastian leading us confidently, I made sure to stand near Heather in hopes we'd be partnered up for drills. Unfortunately, I was paired with Charlie. And apparently, Sebastian thought it would be a good idea to start off the quidditch season by trying to kill us. "Everyone, listen up!" He hollered. "We're starting with partner passing drills. Then, we're going to move onto flying drills for agility and speed. Finally, we're going to end practice with an hour of conditioning. This season's going to be great, but we have got to train hard!"
When I trudged back to the locker room with my exhausted team 2.5 hours later, sweat dripping down my back, (school had started only a few weeks ago, so it was still warm with mid september heat) muscles aching, I honestly questioned my decision of joining the quidditch team. But, moments later as Heather combed her fingers through her sweaty hair, pushing it out of her eyes, I was reminded how great a sport it was. Hey! Don't judge me! I'm smitten with a girl and she makes my already favorite thing that much better!
After changing, I waited outside the locker room for Keiran, basking in the orange glow from the setting sun. "See you later, Dom!" Heather called looking back over her shoulder, as she strolled from the locker room toward Hogwarts, hips swaying ever so alluringly. I swear I had to use every bit of strength and willpower I had not rip my clothes off right there. "Yeah, see you." I barely managed, already smiling uncontrollably.
Moments later, Keiran walked out of the locker room, "Ooh, Dominique! Are silly school girl fantasies consuming your thoughts once more?" He teased, laughing as I hurried to catch up with him. "Merlin's beard, Dom. You're pathetic. You are a sorry excuse for a Slytherin, pining over one girl for years, hoping and praying she'll notice you, while you just sit back and stare at her! Nothing's going to happen if you don't talk to her! You're supposed to be clever!"
As we strolled through the Hogwarts doors, I opened my mouth to retaliate, but he cut me off. "No, Dom. Small talk doesn't count. What just happened between the two of you was not you making a move, it was you melting into a Hufflepuff. "Yeah, see you."" He mocked pretending to tremble and hide behind his hands. "You should be more like me!"
"Oh yes, Kieran," Devin snorted as we joined him in the library at our usual table. "It's a great idea to flirt with anything on legs. That'd suit Dom real well, don't you think? Hey, I know! Dom can start practicing the art of seduction on this chair over here! Oh wait. Would that be awkward for you Keiran? I'm pretty sure you've slept with this chair. Or is it that one over there? I think it's both!" We laughed as Keiran slapped Devin over the head. "What are you guys even talking about?" Devin asked, laughter still shining in his eyes.
"Domonique over here, still can't seem to form sentences around the lovely Heather Dryden." Keiran mocked.
"Oh Merlin, would you shut it?" I laughed. "I can to talk to Heather, we exchanged a few words after practice today!"
Devin looked at Keiran, they both shared a knowing glance. Devin turned back to me and said slowly, as if speaking to a child. "Honey. Small talk doesn't count."
"You weren't even there!" I laughed, knowing he was right.
"I don't have to be there to know you're rubbish at flirting." Devin snorted. "Sometime or another you're going to need to learn how to talk to people you find attractive, Dom."
I huffed, refusing to admit they were right, but that night as I lay awake in my four poster in the girls dormitory, I couldn't help but think that unless I could get some romance into my life, this year was going to be long and boring.