Sorry I know it's short. You'll live.
"I'm sorry, you want me to do what?" asked Lucy in disbelief. She slammed her books onto the library table and unpacked them noisily, daring anyone in the room to shush her. No one did.
"Please Lucy! We used to be such great mates remember? All I'm asking is that you help me get inside of her head so that I can figure out how to woo her!" He begged desperately, his voice only slightly louder than a whisper. Lucy might be able to get away with being noisy, but he wasn't willing to risk it.
Lucy turned to face him and gagged. "Woo her? She's a monster! She's much more complex than one of your essay topics or books Lorcan. She is a human being with feelings, evil ones I'm sure, but feelings none the less. Are you sure that your ready to step that far out of your books to service her every need, wait on her hand and foot, and possibly even give up study time for?" She was teasing, but Lorcan was serious when he replied with a firm yes.
She sighed. "Fine. But what's in it for me?" Lorcan immediately stopped smiling. He hadn't thought of that bit.
"umm… well I could tutor you I suppose…" he started lamely.
"Top of my class."
"Carry your books?"
"I've already got that covered."
"Personal slave for a week?"
"Got that too."
"What could you possibly want?" He asked exasperated, finally raising his voice. One dirty look from Lucy stopped anyone from shushing him.
"We'll just have to leave it as a IOU I suppose. I'll let you know what want when I think of it. Do we have a deal?" She asked as she held out her hand for a shake. He nodded. Hopefully it wouldn't be too dreadful. No matter, Dominique was worth it!
"Deal!" he said proudly, taking her hand and shaking it. He certaintly hoped he knew what he was doing. After all, he had just sold his soul to none other than Lucy Weasley.
…
Lorcan waited patiently outside of the Ravenclaw portrait. She had said midnight hadn't she? Or maybe it was twilight? He hoped he would find out before Filch found him.
Luckily for him, Lucy was just a bit late. "Sorry 'bout that. Are you ready for some espionage?" She asked, brimming with excitement. Her red curls were pulled back into a braid, and her clothes seemed to melt into the shadows of the hallway.
"what are you wearing?" he asked curiosly, reaching out to rub abit of the should in between his fingers. The fabric was thin, and seemed hard to focus on, as though all you wanted to do was look away.
"Enchanted clothing. Present from Uncle George when after I beat his maurading record. I've snuck out six hundred and twenty three times and only gotten caught twice. Impressive yeah?" she smirked knowigly. Lorcan just smirked and rolled his eyes. Typical Weasley.