How can I decide on whats right?/When your clouding up my mind/ I can't win your losing fight/All the time/...But you won't take away my fight/ No, not this time/How did we get here?/When I used to know you so well/How did we get here?/Well, I think I know.- Decode, Paramore
Several hours later Katie was not happy.
"This- stupid piece of hair- won't lie flat!" She almost screamed in utter frustration.
She was ready- in her pretty red dress and black shoes, her make up carefully done for once instead of frantically smeared on two minutes before having to leave for a lesson. Her hair was coiled in an elegant up do. Except, that is, for the one rebel strand.
"Leanne, please help me." She begged. "I can't be late tonight!" Leanne grinned at fiddled with Katie's fringe, and miraculously under her skilled hands the rebellious hair behaved.
"Thanks." Said Katie gratefully. "I'm still late though- I'm going to have to run to meet Jacques. See you later!"
As Katie slipped through the crowds of people in the common room Fred caught sight of her. He swallowed, wishing that he had just plucked up the courage and asked her to the stupid thing.
By his side Angelina saw his face as he watched Katie.
Katie met Jacques in the entrance hall. Blushing as he kissed her hand, she thought to herself Fred would never do that.
Yes but Fred isn't interested in you like that, is he? A snide voice in her head replied. Marvellous, now she was talking to herself. She took Jacques offered hand and banished all thoughts of Fred. They sat down with two of Jacques friends and Leanne and her date, who seemed more interested in looking down Leanne's dress than talking to her.
"There's Alicia and George." said Leanne. "I didn't know they were coming together."
"Oh, didn't I tell you?" asked Katie, mildly surprised. "I thought I said."
"They look good together." commented Leanne. Katie agreed, but the smile slid off her face as she saw Fred walk in with Angelina. She bit her lip and turned to Jacques, who was animatedly talking to his friends in French."
"Jacques, regarde! C'est Harry Potter!" squealed one of Jacques friends, a stunning brunette called Marie. The she added, disappointed "Il a une petite-amie."
"He is your 'ouse, isn't 'e?" Jacques addressed Katie.
She nodded. "Yeah, we're in the Quidditch team together."
"You play ze Quidditch?" asked Jacques interestedly. "What role?"
"Chaser." She replied. "You?"
"I am a keeper." He told her.
"I'll say." giggled the French girl, winking at her date, who blushed.
Leanne raised her eyebrow at Katie.
"So, what team do you support Katie?" Leanne sighed as Katie immersed herself in a Quidditch conversation with Jacques, his friend Luc and Marie and Leanne's dates.
Marie leaned towards Leanne. "Please warn your friend for me zat Jacques is not- how do I say? - he is not...a man who you can trust?"
"What do you mean?" frowned Leanne.
"I mean," said Marie quietly. "Jacques is only interested in one thing."
She gave Leanne a significant look and turned to smile flirtatiously at her date.
*
"Fred, that's the fifth time that you've looked over at Katie." Muttered George in his twin's ear. "Pack it in, or Ange is going to guess."
All through the meal Fred tried to keep his eyes off Katie and her date. But he failed and every time he caught a glimpse of Katie talking, smiling, laughing at that French ponce he would feel a flash of anger and jealousy and would stab a piece of meat ferociously, while Angelina watched in rising alarm.
The dancing was a welcome distraction. He couldn't help but snigger with George over Harry's atrocious attempts to dance, and then he noticed Angelina's shoulders moving in time to the beat.
"Hey, Angie, do you want to dance?" called Fred over the music. She nodded and he grabbed her hand and pulled her on the dance floor, determined to have a good time. It helped that Angelina wasn't afraid to join in with his ludicrously wild dances.
*
"Zis is a good song- do you want to dance?" asked Jacques, offering Katie his hand, which she accepted. Marie and Leanne exchanged a glance.
"I'll talk to her." Promised Leanne.
Up on the dancefloor Katie and Jacques bumped into Fred and Angelina.
"Oops, sorry!" laughed Jacques. As he steered Katie away he flashed Fred a hard, suspicious look. Katie, smiling at Angelina missed it, but Fred certainly saw and he made a move as if to hit him.
Angelina forcefully grabbed his hand and placed it firmly on her waist. Fred looked at her in confusion and she smiled and shook her head slightly.
*
"Leanne, I couldn't care less what Marie says!"
Katie and Leanne were arguing in the girl's toilets.
"I think she fancies Jacques for herself to be honest, but he's my date, and I'm bloody well going to have fun!"
Leanne groaned to herself as Katie marched off and followed, hoping that Katie wouldn't do anything stupid or reckless in her anger.
*
The song was slow, romantic. Katie leaned into Jacques. She could see Victor Krum revolving with a pink cheeked Hermione Granger. Now that was a surprise. She'd assumed that Ron would take her. Looked like all of the Weasley boy's were useless.
No, that wasn't fair. George had managed to ask out Alicia hadn't he?
"It's so hot in here." Whispered Jacques in her ear. "Shall we get some air?"
She nodded dreamily. The evening had been pretty much perfect, even if she had spent a lot of the time, trying not to think about Fred.
Leanne's warning flashed through her head as Jacques took her by the hand and lead her out, but she instantly disregarded it. She didn't even know Marie so how could she trust anything she said?
Once they were outside Jacques put an arm around her. They walked slowly past several rose bushes, him lightly rubbing his hand up and down her arm to keep her warm, but she felt goosebumps emerge. However, once they were past the rose bushes he pulled her behind a tree and kissed her.
He slammed his mouth down on hers and gripped her tightly. When she struggled though he murmured an apology and loosened his hold and began to kiss down the side of her neck in small dainty kisses. Now that she didn't mind.
And then he bit her.
*
"Fred, do you want to take a walk?" asked Angelina quietly as they slow danced.
"Er..." he spotted Katie leaving with the French moron and scowled. "Ok."
They left the hall and went out into the cold air. Angelina linked arms with Fred. "Don't worry," she smiled. "I'm not expecting you to kiss me."
"Huh?" Fred looked bemused.
"Oh, come off it Fred." She scoffed. "You know, and I know, that there's only one girl that you want to kiss and it sure as hell ain't me!"
"I- don't know what you're on about." Stuttered Fred nervously.
"Katie Bell!" said Angelina loudly. "Remember her? Chaser? Pretty, blonde- the girl you've been in love with for what, like a million years? Ring any bells?"
"I- er- 'Bells', Katie Bell, yeah funny Angie, but I've heard enough puns with Katie's name." Replied Fred, stalling for time.
"Argh!" growled Angelina. "For God's SAKE! Go and FIND her! I mean, who even cares about the French guy? She certainly doesn't! She only bloody well went with him to make you jealous!"
"What?" gasped Fred.
"And you retaliated by asking me!" Angelina continued in her rant. "Now stop being so irritating and go and find her and tell her or I swear to god I'll take one of those stupid fake wands you and George are always leaving lying around and stick it up your-"
"But what about you?" interrupted Fred, stopping Angelina in her tracks.
"What about me?" she asked, looking nonplussed.
"Well, you know, you're my date, I can't just abandon you-" began Fred.
"Look, Fred." Cut in Angelina. "This may sound blunt but it's the only way to get you to sod off. I don't fancy you. I only went with you because I needed a date and you're my friend, so I knew it'd be a good night. Of course, I didn't expect to be forcing you to admit your feelings for Kate, but whatever..."
"But-"
"Just go Fred." She said softly.
Fred nodded, his throat feeling curiously tight in his nervousness. He started to walk off, then turned round and engulfed Angelina in a hug. "Thanks." He whispered in her ear. She patted him on the back, then he strode of to find Katie.
*
Katie was so surprised that he'd bitten her she didn't think, she just reacted. She pushed her hand forward, hard, smacking his nose.
"Merde!" Jacques clutched at his face. "Pourqu- why did you 'it me?"
"What the hell was that?" Katie gasped. "You bit me!"
Jacques gave his nose one last rub then dropped his hand, a seductive smile on his face. He leaned in for a kiss. This time he was much more gentle and Katie responded by pulling him closer.
But then he went too far. With a groan he pushed her against the tree trunk. She could feel the bumpy bark press uncomfortably through her dress and against her back.
She shifted, but Jacques misinterpreted it and reacted to her movement by slipping his hand into her dress.
She struggled to push him away, miserably wishing that she had just listened to Marie, but he was too strong, and too intent on groping her it seemed. She tried to kick him, but she was trapped.
And then her strap tore.
Fred turned the corner to see yet another couple snogging enthusiastically. He'd just tripped over Fleur Delacour and Roger Davis, and had been forced to duck and run from a hex hurled at him. He wrinkled his nose.
Then he recognised the nail polish on the hand that was pulling the boys hair- "its denim blue" Katie had told him proudly- and realised that it was Katie and the French ponce.
Involuntarily he took a step forward and that was when he noticed that she was trying to push him off her. He felt a red haze descend over his eyes.
"OY!"
Jacques turned from Katie and stared at Fred. Katie took her chance and kicked him as hard as she could on the shin.
"You- you- you tore my dress!" she spat, furious.
Fred took a menacing step forward and Katie realised then who had saved her. She went red in anger and embarrassment that Fred had seen her like this.
"What?" snapped Jacques. "She likes it."
"Wake up Frenchy." Sneered Fred.
"She does!" he protested.
"Piss off Dupont." Snarled Katie. "Touch me like that ever again and I will kick you so hard you won't be able to have kids."
Jacques gaped, Fred grinned.
"Katie-" he started, but Katie barged past him and ran past the school. As she did so, Fred could swear that he heard the sound of a sob.
A/N Posted in a rush sorry if theres any mistakes have a vegas night to go to =]
