My Secret Life As A Superhero
Chapter 2
Of Doubtful Friends And Superpowers
Later that day...
Walking down the corridor from Muggle Studies, there's a thoughtful silence between Draco and myself. We decided not to wait for Pansy, she talks too much; she's a risk to my little secret.
"So," Draco's giving me one of his funny looks, "You really think you're a superhero? Seriously mate? Really? Look, what you do is great and all, and I'm sure you feel like skipping through a field of poppies singing with the birds, but it's not exactly a superpower."
I'm mortally offended. "Excuse me, but what I do is a superpower. And you know it, Drake. You know that this school wouldn't be what it is without me. I'm the reason why everyone walks around with a smile on their face. You know it; don't deny my gift."
At this Draco just rolls his eyes. He's the only one who knows what I do, but doesn't give it the credit it deserves. Ha. One day I'll be the one coming to his rescue, and then we'll see who's the superhero/mega genius here.
Alright, so I can totally picture your puzzled expression right now. Your thinking something along the lines of: 'What the hell is he on about?' or 'Will he just please spit out his little secret! I want to know!' So, being the nice, thoughtful kind of person I am, I'll tell you. But you have to pinky swear not to tell a soul, not even a ghost if you came across one. Because they're chatty at the best of times, believe me.
Well, here goes nothing. My Superpower. Don't laugh, I'm warning you.
I'm a matchmaker.
Hey! I said don't laugh! If you want to hear more, then stop sniggering, or I may be forced to hex your hair off...or something like that. Okay, so there's more to my power than just shooting an arrow like Cupid, it's hard work to say the least. I'm good at reading people; a glance between two people in the hallway can tell me everything about their relationship. They may be with others, but secretly want to be together. They may be in denial of their feelings. They may be insecure, and just need a nudge in the right direction. They may be heartbroken, yet long for the other's affection. There's millions of possibilities, and I've taken it upon myself to solve the ongoing problem of conflicted and confused love.
I know, I'm great. No need to applaud me. Really.
Draco doesn't understand why I keep it a secret, he'd jump at any opportunity to win people's credit. But I don't want that. Well, sometimes I do, I won't lie. It's just that, I'm already such a prominent figure in our school, and even though I'm liked, I highly doubt anybody would appreciate me dabbling with their love life. If you can even call it dabbling. It's more like...manipulating people into scenarios where they confess their undying love of each other. I'm not actually forcing them to do anything. And I make sure that they like each other first, it's not like I go around matching people up randomly. Though, come to think of it, I have been tempted to do so in the past, you know, just to see how that develops.
"Well," I turn to Draco, "at least we can give me a codename now. Cupid. I think it's cool. Sort of innocent, yet sexy."
Draco snorts, dodging a lost looking first year. Poor kid. "Blaise, you can't be serious. Naming yourself after a nude baby is about a far from sexy as it gets."
"Pansy thought it was cute. And I saw the look on your face. You were thinking that it would be a good name too. I saw your face! Saw it!"
There's that look again. Draco thinks I'm a bit of an idiot. Yeah, I know. He's such a nice friend isn't he? Always so kind and supportive, really, who could want more? "Pansy thinking that Cupid is cute is, definitely and without a doubt, not a good thing. And I don't think it would be a good name for you, it's...stupid."
"You're so highly articulate Draco. Stupid, really? You can't think of anything better?" I snigger. Draco' s always been unintentionally funny. He amuses me to no end. One moment he'll be spewing Alchemical equations from the top of his head, and the next, he can't even come up with a word to define the God that is me. It's funny. "And quite frankly, I like my new name. It's sexy, and I don't care what you say. I'm Cupid, the sexy love-maker!" I shimmy my hips.
Draco rolls his eyes and chuckles. "You're an idiot Blaise. You really, really are. Cupid the sexy love-maker; is that you new slogan? That's just wrong, mate. Wrong on so many levels." We both smirk at this. I know it sounds wrong, that's why I said it. But I'll just play along. "Draco!" I exclaim, clutching my chest in a horrified fashion. "You you dirty, dirty boy. Tut tut, mummy wouldn't be too proud to hear that her little Draci-poo has such a filthy little mind."
And it's true, if his mother, Narcissa, ever found out half of what Draco says, does and thinks, she will die of heart attack. No doubt about it. Because, quite frankly, Draco does some pretty bad things. He's a bad boy.
"You need help." Draco shakes his head at me, walking into our next class. "Professional help."
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