A/N: Hellooo there, readers. It's so exciting to know I have some people out there reading what I write.
Anyways, I hope you guys like this one. It's a bit more busier than the beginning. Enjoy!
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"Kasnic! Get out of the bathroom, for Merlin's sake!"
I ignored the pounding on the closed door, inspecting myself closely in the mirror.
Today.. I felt good, for some reason. I was having an awesome hair day, and my eyes looked a shade brighter than their normal apple green.
Last night, I had done what I needed to do.
I sulked behind my curtains, devoured a gallon of icecream, plotted Jasmine Witt's death as she was sleeping.
Decided against it, of course, because I already have enough detentions on my record as it is, and then vented to Emily until we both fell asleep.
But now, I felt good.
Because it wasn't like this was the first time James had hooked a new girlfriend. He had his handful of Hogwarts birds over the years, and it had never affected us.
Usually they dated for a few days; then the girl would get clingy and start complaining about how James never listens or doesn't care. And boom, they're out of the picture.
The knocking on the door increased, and I rolled my eyes at myself in the mirror. Honestly, it's not like they needed the time.
When I strolled casually to the door and opened it, I was greeted with a red face and bushy blonde hair.
Dominique Weasley may be part Veela, and boys may be obsessed with her, but she's not a pretty sight in the morning.
This morning she looked particularly grouchy, and glared at me with icy eyes as I raised my eyebrow.
"Can I help you?" I asked sweetly, blocking the way into the bathroom.
"No," She snapped. "But you can move."
"For what?" I asked, and smiled. "No amount of time can fix that face."
"For Merlin's sake, Zee!" Emily groaned from her bed, a dissaray of brown hair and frumpy clothing. "Just let Dom in. It's too bloody early for your bickering."
Yeah, our arguing was pretty regular. Usually wands were pulled out, antlers were given, and boils were gawked at.
But I wasn't in the mood for it today; Dominique Weasley ruined my perfectly good day, and I was far too irritated to continue arguing.
"All yours, troll," I gave in, stepping aside and gesturing grandly to the open door. She scowled and stalked past me, 'accidentally' bumping into my shoulder harshly.
I flipped her the bird behind her back, and the creeper somehow saw it, giving it doubled back before slamming the door harshly.
Don't you just love the mornings?
- - -
The first day back to Hogwarts was miserable.
By the time my last class had ended, I was about ready to rip my hair out.
It seemed like everywhere I went, people were talking about James Potter and Jasmine Witt.
"They're just so cute together." "What? James Potter has a new girlfriend?" "Dude, Jasmine Witt is hot. Wish I was in Potter's shoes." "Can you believe it? Best friends that turned out to love eachother. How romantic."
I stomped through the halls, glaring straight ahead with my blonde hair bouncing. People stumbled away from me speedily, dodging out of the way before I could hex them.
I'm glad these people know me so well.
My head hurt insanely, a steady beat beginning in my right temple. I could have gone to the Hospital Wing to get it fixed right away, but I certaintly didn't wish to put up with Ms. Tainsely.
Ms. Tainsley was a greying woman in her late thirties. She's a complete physco, and a horrible nurse.
In my third year, I went to the Hospital Wing to get a shot. That lady stabbed me with her needle about seven times because she apparently couldn't find my vein.
And when I went to go out the door, she called "Goodbye! Come back again soon!"
..You don't tell people to "come back soon", if you work as a nurse.
Point blank.
I rubbed my forehead, just as an idea popped into my mind.
This idea put a smile on my face; my real smile, not the smirking one or the fake one.
I raced across the campus as fast as I could without openly running, huffing and puffing all the way up the stairs outside.
The Owlery was damp and warm, as per usual, dimly lit with just a ray of sun coming through the open window.
As I bounded in, dozens of owls hooted in surprise and took off towards the rafters, kicking up mulch and droppings as they took off.
I ignored the birds, hurrying over to the window and pulling a quill from my backpack.
Every once in a while during Hogwarts, I write to my older brother, Devon. I haven't seen him in years now, and he never answers, but it still comforts me knowing that I can try to contact him.
He used to go to Hogwarts; he was a few years ahead than me, but he dropped out his last year.
Sometimes I feel stupid when I'm writing; Devon hasn't replied to one letter that I ever wrote since I saw him last.
Yet I do it anyways. I need the contact, the conversations, even if it is one-sided.
Devon,
Hey there, big bro. I haven't heard from you in forever. I hope you're doing well.
In case you were wondering about me, today was my last first day of Hogwarts.
I'm pretty good. In retrospect, of course. There's this guy, and he has a girlfriend.
I really like him, but I don't know what to do. His name is James Potter.
I think he likes me, too. I wish you were here so I could ask you about it. Guys are so confusing.
Enough about me, though. I talked to Rebekah over the summer. She says she misses you,
and she loves you. You should have just married her, I know you're crazy about her.
I'll write again in a few days! Don't forget about your poor little sister, rotting away at her
magical school.
Love,
Dixie.
I finished the letter with a flourish, dotting the I's in my name with their usual "X".
I scanned the Owlery as I rolled up my letter, looking for my owl.
"Whiskey!" I called, whistling softly.
A dark brown owl soared over my head with a loud shriek, grazing the top of my head with his claws.
He landed on the window sill and looked at me with expectant brown eyes.
I sighed and reached a hand into my robe pocket, pulling out an owl treat and offering it to him.
Whiskey snatched it from my fingers speedily, nearly biting my thumb off in the progress.
I tied the letter to his leg as he was preoccupied with his treat. He looked up at me, and I whispered "Take this to Devon."
A second later, Whiskey was soaring out the window, the route to Devon long remembered.
The only letters I ever sent were to Devon.
- - -
It was on my way out of the Owlery that I saw him.
He was strolling through the grass with his hands in his pockets, staring at the ground absently.
He looked up as I sauntered forward.
"Hi, James," I grinned, standing up straighter immediately and batting my eyes up at him.
He looked back at me with bewildered hazel eyes, shifting uneasily. One hand went through his dark hair; something I both loved and hated.
It was so god damn sexy I wanted to lock him away in an abandoned classroom and never let him see daylight again.
"Dixie," He greeted, and then glanced around. "Uhm, what are you doing here?"
"Oh, you know. I was just up at the Owlery; wrote a note to Dev. Then I saw you walking, and remembered I have to talk to you. So I decided to come give you some company." I smiled, hoping he heard the extra emphasis on 'company'.
James had frozen now, frowning at me slightly.
"You were writing a note.. to Devon." He repeated, seeming surprised at this.
I laughed. "Yes, James."
"To your brother Devon?" He questioned, and this time I sighed instead of laughing.
"Yes. Do I have to repeat it again or can we move on?"
James still looked unsure; he looked at me, seemingly puzzled.
Then his hazel eyes travelled up and down my body slowly, starting from my head, to my toes, and back to my face. I melted under his watch, butterflies squirming in my stomach maniacally.
Yet he wasn't just admiring me; something about the set of his mouth and curve of his eyebrows made him look wary.
"Right," James said, shaking his head the slightest. "Anyways, what did you need?"
"I think you know," I answered quietly, stepping closer. James looked alarmed now, and he looked down at me cautiously.
I snatched his wrist and pulled him away, as he stumbled over his own feet trying to keep up with me.
"What the hell?" He objected, but I had already whisked him behind the wall of the castle, pressing him against it easily.
I kissed him ferociously, reveling in the feel of his lips against mine. James was a great kisser, one of the best I had experienced, and it gave me some sort of ultimate love-high.
I was so engrossed in happy thoughts that I didn't even realize he wasn't kissing me back, until I was stumbling backwards.
"What the devil is wrong with you?" He hissed, eyes wide. His hair was sticking up in different places, as if I had been unconsciously pulling it, and his glasses were askew.
"What do you mean?" I stuttered. I could still feel the warmth of his lips lingering on my own. It made me want to start giggling like a lovesick schoolgirl.
Which I guess, in a way.. I sort of was.
"You can't just kiss me, Dixie. I can't believe you!"
I stared up at him in confusion, missing the punchline, and he began pacing.
I watched him silently until he stopped in front of me again.
"I have a girlfriend." James hissed, and I smiled, moving closer and running a hand up his arm.
"That's never stopped you before."
I leaned up on my tiptoes, placing a soft kiss on his jaw. He went rigid, and then both hands were pushing me away, once again.
"No, Dixie!"
His eyes were dark, and they glared at me with such defiance that made me want to throw my hands up in defeat.
But quitters never prosper, after all.
"Why not?" I questioned, scowling and trying to pull my arms away. He gripped me tighter, and small shivers of both terror and delight swept up my arms.
"It's different this time." That was his simple answer, and I gave him one of my "your-on-drugs" expressions.
"It's different this time," I repeated mockingly, and shifted my weight to my left hip.
"How is it so different? I don't get it, James."
James let go of my arms and I crossed them close to my chest, continuing on as he listened. "One minute you're hot, and the next you're cold. You want me, but now you don't."
I stomped my feet. "Why can't you just make up your damn mind?"
He stepped closer, but it was not in the intimate way he always used to. This was a dangerous step, one that screamed 'Say anything else and I'll go all Avada Kedavra on your ass.'
"We'll get this straight," He hissed, bending down so we were face to face. We were so close, I could count the four freckles on his nose, and I could see the small reflection of me in his glasses.
"I do not want you. I have a girlfriend, Dixie. One that loves me, and I love her! Just leave it alone."
I rolled my eyes. "Oh, please, James. Your girlfriends usually last a week and you know it."
James stood up from his stooped position, running a hand over his face.
"Not this one."
I just cocked an eyebrow, calm bitch that I am, and said "We'll see."
He gave me one long, last look before he spun on his heel and left. I couldn't read his face, whatever flickered in his eyes, and then he was gone.
After he was gone, I pondered what he'd said.
It's different this time.
Well, guess what, James? You're right; it is different this time.
This time, I'm not going to sit and wait for it to end.
This time, I'm going to intervene. I'll break you two up, three weeks tops.
You're mine, James Potter. And I don't care who I push down in order to get my way.
A/N: Tralalal- oh hey guys. That scene with Dixie & James wasn't supposed to happen until the third or fourth chapter. So you guys are lucky my fingers have a mind of their own, or this wouldn't have happened. (;
Next chapter you get to meet Jasmine Witt and see what she's like. She's pretty different.
I love writing Dom. I hate making Dixie loathe her, because I think Dom's awesome, but the only other people in their dorm are Emily, Jasmine, and Vera.
Dixie is pretty fun to write, too; I think if I were a better author, I could probably express her personality better. But I'm still learning, still in my teenage years. Still have years to improve and room for growth. (:
I hope you liked it. Read and review, por favor!
-fethre.