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Dominique

"Hey, Weasley" I hear somebody calling me from another table."Weasley" the person repeats when I don't react.

Stacie raises her head "Summers" she mouths. I shake my head sightly and she shots me a questioning look, but doesn't say a word and goes back to her paper, we are not that friends I guess, just roommates.

"Come on Weasley" he insists "You can't ignore me forever"

I can try.

Some ting hits me on he back of my head and a rubber rolls over our table. Oh, very mature. Another one hits me again and I bit my lip so hard it starts to bleed in order to contain myself.

"Weasley" he hisses.

The third rubber looses its objective and falls right over Chelsea Darcy's -my other roommate- book. She glares at me for a second before removing it and concentrating on her lecture again.

"He's coming" she says without looking up.

I stand up quickly and practically run to the closest book shelf. Madam Prince is around so I pretend to be looking for a book on the higher shelfs. He grabs my arm out of nowhere and turns me around.

"You have to stop ignoring me" he says to close to my ear.

"You have to stop stalking me" I snap back.

"Charming" he says rolling his honey eyes. "I just wanted to ask you at what time are you girls training tomorrow morning. Rivers sent me"

"Oh" I whisper.

"Disappointed?" he asks, his mouth lifting sightly, forming a smile.

"Tell Rivers we have the pitch from eight to ten"

His smile disappears and I try to go away just a second too late, his hold on my arm closes a bit.

"Listen, Dominique" he says deadly serious "About what you say last night on the final year party. I've not told anyone, you don't have to act all ice-queen on me"

"I don't care if you do" I lie "I was pissed. I never meant a word of that"

"So your plan is ignore it and pretend you don't like me at all?"

"I don't like you at all" Liar. Liar. Liar pants on fire. "I never have and I never would. We do not like each other, I was really drunk when I told you I fancied you, I thought that was pretty obvious"

"I think you're a liar" he says pushing my lower stomach softly but firmly against the shelf behind me, I have to hold back a moan, every part of me feels suddenly on fire.

But then he steps back and smiles me softly.

"I'll tell Rivers what he asked"

When I go back to my table, I'm filled up with rage. That bastard.

"Hey" Hugo says waiting at my table, his freckled face confused "Have you seen Rosie? Your friend Nora said she had to talk to me, but I can't find her"

"No" I say calming myself down and ruffling his red hair effectively. Hugo shots me a smile, he doesn't notice anything "I haven't seen her since our Transfiguration class this morning"

Rosie

"Tell Dom and Al I'll catch you guys later" I tell Nora as the class ends.

"We have twenty minutes snow" She says collecting her things "Where are you going?"

I look at Scorpius Malfoy briefly, making a point of collecting my own things deliberately slow. I really like Nora, apart from Dom she's my favorite roommate, but I can already see a curiosity spark on her black eyes, if I told her the whole school would know in a second, and my family would be here in two.

"I have to talk to Hugo" I lie "Mum sent me a letter this morning"

"Oh" She says cleary disappointed "Well, I'll se ya on potions I guess. Just, don't disappear or your whole clan would hunt me down"

I laugh so hard I almost cry as she waves me off, her dark hair flipping around the back of her head. I would kill for a hair like that some days, all my cousins say mine is the prettiest Weasley red they have seen, my crazy red curls that always get the attention around don't agree, though.

He's almost done when I take a look at him again, and I swallow hard. If dad saw me doing this he would freak, but then again, there's too much stubbornness in his head. Just because of great-grandfathers, and our grandfathers and our dads hated each other doesn't mean we have to. We just had ignored each other for most of our six Hogwarts years, but he doesn't seem that bad, maybe a little too confident but I can take that, I mean, I grew up with James.

I block his way out of our Ancient Studies class, he's at least a head taller than me and even if he's not acting threatening at all I feel the urge to turn around and run away. I don't, though, and when everyone else has already leave and I have not say a word yet, it starts to be a little uncomfortable. I mean, even more.

"Hey" he says politely. Apparently, as none of his friends are in this class, he doesn't seem to have the need to act like a prat.

"I need a favor" I blurt out, feeling the blush start on the back of my neck and cover my freckled face. Oh Merlin, I must look like a radish (thank you, Weasley genes).

Malfoy arches an eyebrow, which surprises me. I think is the first time on six years I've seen genuine curiosity on his eyes, it suits him , somehow, like he had been one of those boys who question everything not so long ago.

"You need a favor" he repeats, and my words on his mouth sound a lot more suggestive. I think I manage to blush even more, defying the laws of nature.

"It's not... I'm not...I didn't say it that way!" I protest trying to cool myself by taking shorts breathes "I just need you to switch your patrol night"

"Why would I do that?" he says leaning against the desk behind him gracefully, I wish I could mimic him, but I'm afraid of my clumsiness "I'm ok with Bree Walke as a partner"

"I know, but you like Raquelle Merryweath too, I mean, she's your housemate and all. It'll be nice if you could walk back to the dungeons with someone every Thursday, right? besides, that way our Quidditch training will not coincide with our duties if you change with me, because I've patrol on Thursdays..."

"Weasley" he says, but I just ignore him, I tend to not be able to stop myself when I'm nervous.

"... And Bree Walke has a boyfriend, I mean, is not like you to are going to snog her or anything, that's not what I meant, because she wouldn't, she's too nice to be a cheater"

"Weasley"

"... but Merryweath is single, and she's a year older but she's not bad looking at all, I think she likes you. Maybe, so maybe you would find that you like her back if you..."

"Weasley, you're rambling" he says again, grabbing my chin softly to make me look at him.

I gasp a little loudly at the contact and he lets me go as if had suddenly burned him. Maybe I have, as my cheeks feel on fire. In my defense I'll say his hand is also pretty warm. I realize that I was expecting him to have cold skin, like he's made of stone or something like that, but he doesn't and I can't help but think about his pale factions and the almost white hair, and his blue eyes and come to the conclusion than he doesn't look like stone at all, but made of light.

He clears his throat and I look to my feet like they're the most interesting thing in the world when I realize I've been staring at him.

"We can switch turns if you want your training night off" over my eyelashes I can see he's staring at the floor too "I'm sure Walke won't mind"

"NO!" I yell, surprising myself and making both of us jump

"Merlin woman" he mumbles "What do you want?"

"I want you to change partners with me" I confess

"Why?"

I take a deep breathe.

"Because I correct Raquelle Merryweath in front of the whole class a couple of weeks ago and now she's making my life a hell"

"So, tell that to Mason and Abercrombie" he reasons, and I think he's fighting the urge to roll his eyes "You know, the Heads?"

"Rachel won't change me" I say discouraged "She asked me to switch with her last year when she was with Brine and I refuse" I chew my inner cheek "I think she put me with Merryweath on purpose"

Scorpius seems to be considering it all for a couple of seconds, frowning a little.

"Raquelle knows she is with you anyway, she would tell Abercrombie if we try to switch"

"That's why I was thinking..." I try of "I heard you talking to Rachel yesterday" I confess a little ashamed, (but hey, they were talking right in front of me, I did not oversdrope) "She told you she owed you a big favor. So I was thinking...hoping...that you'll tell he you wanted to patrol with Merryweath, and she'll have to it"

"And then you'll owe me a favor" he says without missing a breath.

Oh I think.

"Oh." I say " Uh... yeah, I guess"

"I'll do it"

"You will? Really?" I jump in my place. Thank Merlin.

He grins and I suddenly feel like I've done something wrong. He moves fluently to pick up his bag and I'm suddenly aware of what it is.

"No immoral favors" I tell him.

He smirks and raises an eyebrow.

"Define immoral" he says.

"I..um...I" now I must look like a radish with heatstroke "Nothing...you know..nothing of that"

He grins so hard his face might broke.

"Never took you for a dirty minded girl, Weasley. Don't worry, nothing of that is fine with me" he assures me as he goes trough the door.

"I'm not dirty minded" I mumble.