A/N: Warning! Mentions of femmeslash are rampant in this chapter! If this is not your cup of tea, please move on and do not flame because you do not like the pairing.
It was the pretty Noelle Davies that changed Dominique Weasley's thoughts on love.
Noelle was the girl who turned heads with her beauty, her long, glossy midnight-black locks flowing down her back, her ocean blue eyes seemingly able to penetrate through your soul, full pink lips, high cheekbones, a delicate, heart shaped face and a perfect hourglass figure that any girl would kill for.
'Great,' Dominique thought bitterly, 'now I'm describing her in over-the-top descriptive detail. What have I come to?'
Dominique sighed and began to pick at her food.
"Dominique, the look on your face is positively pathetic. What's wrong?" It was her friend Pearl Williams, voicing her concern.
No answer. Just a dramatic sigh.
"Are you contemplating life again? You remember what happened the last time, don't you?"
"Now you know to never trust me with sharp objects and paprika."
"Seriously, tell me what's on your mind."
"Noelle Davies."
"Her again? My god, why her of all people to think about?!"
"I'm jealous of her."
"Not this again…Dominique Katrina Weasley, you are amazing and need to see this."
"Yeah, yeah, I know."
Dominique and Pearl went back to eating for the moment.
"Can you keep a secret?" Dominique asked in a whisper.
"Sure."
"…I think I'm gay."
"And my name is Joseph Smith. Really, what?"
"That's it. I like girls." Pearl moved her seat over two spaces.
"Just because I'm gay doesn't mean I'm in love with you! You're my best friend."
"I can't take any chances." She stated nervously.
"Pearl, I thought you were better than that. You can trust my word." Dominique's face was pleading for Pearl to trust her.
"I'm sorry," she moved her seat back, "But who do you like? If it's Noelle, I'm going to scream…"
"Then I better not talk."
"How in the hell can you like her?!" She yelled loudly. Dominique clapped her hand over her mouth.
"She's smart…" Dominique's face turned from absolutely horrified to dreamy.
"That's a given, Noelle's a Ravenclaw!"
"…pretty…"
"I bet it's a spell of some sort."
"…and from when I talked to her, she was nice and funny."
"There's no convincing you ot of this crush, is there?"
"Nope."
"When she breaks your heart, I'll be there to say 'I told you so!'"
"Such a nice friend, you are."
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