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Chapter four
The one about Dom getting being nice (With a Revenclaw, may I say)
Dominique Weasley loathed a lot of things. She loathed stand Lin Cho-Lee and her half-asian pretty face when she scoffed at her on Saturdays mornings (the only day they seemed to meet at breakfast, thank Merlin). She hated Jenny's new sort-of-a-boyfriend ws waiting for her at door and he sat with them. Hated his brother had gone fot that stupid bet (because, astonishingly, she likes the girl and quite franckly, hasn't she teached him better than treat girls like that?) and seemed unable to stop speaking about it now . She couldn't stand her family was just a bit too loud and that Lucy was just a little bit too quiet so she has to make sure she doesn't disapear into them at breakfast, because everyone else is to bussy. Hated she had to keep an eye on her oldest not-Weasly cousin, Genevieve, now that she was a Hufflepuff first year.
One could tell Dominique didn't like people, you know. Wich was odd with the Veela thing,(but anyway, we had already established that Dom was not very Veela-like.)
She swore out loud, alone in the cold and the rain. Her braid was heavy against her back because of the water and she was sure it was more red than blonde now that it was wet, just like her red robes were now dark maroon. She flew as high as she could and then came back to the field. Alone. Alone. Alone.
Merlin, she was gonna hunt down each player on the team.
She picture briefly the list on her head. She had written it down herself, along with their practice hour that day. She was sure they all had seen it, hangging on the Gryffindor common room wall and in the Great Hall notice board.
Seeker_ Lily Luna Potter
Chaser_ Dominique Gabrielle Weasley (Capitan)
Chaser_ Rose Minerva Weasley
Chaser_ Louis William Weasley
Beater_ Liam Gregory Jordan
Beater_ Michael Greene
Keeper_ Jenniffer Katherine Wood
Assholes. She was gonna kill them all. One by one. Since when the practices were cancelled just because it was a rainy day? So maybe it was windy too, and there was a chance that hey loost the Snitch with that weather. But still. She was the bloody capitan.
Someone was on the groun. Waiving. She was pretty sure he (because it was a boy for sure) was yelling something at her.
"WHAT?" she yelled back. She didn't got what the boy said.
She flew torwards him and landed.
"What do you want?"
"It's eleven o'clock. Our turn"
"Our?"
The boy nodded and point to his own blue robes. Dom remembered him beng the keeper one match last year. Somenthing Hint. He was in her year, but they had never talked. Not that Dom talked to a lot of people.
"Revenclaw" he said.
Right. Dom hadn't think about it yet, her next game was against Sytherin and she had been too focus on Scorpius' tenciques to think about the othe rteams
"I don't think their comming" She said looking torwards the castle. "Nobody from Gryffindor showed up"
"Oh" he shrugged "Didn't you do anything?"
"I consdered going back to the castle and murder them" she shrugged mimicking him "Tought it might not be worth it. We have a game in two weeks"
"Oh. I'm gonna give them a couple of minutes" he said taking a look to the changing rooms.
"Suit yourself" She shrugged as she took of with the Quaffle again.
He shouted something to her back.
Really?
"What?" she repited turning to face him.
"It's our turn" he said straightening up.
"They're not gonna come"
"Still our turn"
"You're a pain in the ass" she hissed. "I'm just practicing while nobody is here"
"I'm here"
"WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO ALONE HERE?" she could feel herself blushing with anger "YOU'RE THE FUCKING KEEPER! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU EVEN GONNA KEEP?"
"FINE!" he shouted "You stay here and catch a cold"
"FINE!"
He shivered as he walked torwards the edge of the pitch. Dom picked the Quaffle again. She looked down when she threw it trough the left goal. He was still there.
"What the hell are you looking at?" She demanded.
"Nothing" he muttered.
" What's your problem then?"
He sighed and took off, flying behind the goals.
"Charming" he said "You lean when you're aiming for the left post"
She was so surprised she even stopped frowning.
"What?"
"YOU LEAN. I KNEW YOU WERE GONNA GO FOR THE LEFT HOOP FROM THE GROUND EVEN BEFORE YOU ACTUALLY THREW THE QUAFFLE"
She looked at him for the longest time.
"WELL, HOW DO I LEAN THEN?"
"I'M NOT TELLING YOU THAT!"
"YOU'VE ALREADY TOLD ME!"
But she knew that he knew that she couldn't tell what she did different.
She sighed.
"PRACTICE WITH ME"
It was more an orden than a question.
"WHAT?"
She threw the Quaffle to him. He catched it easily.
"YOU KEEP THE POSTS AND I'LL SEE IF I CAN FIGURE THIS OUT"
He glanced torwads the changing rooms again. No one there.
"OKAY"
She disscovered it was easier not to thing how wet, windy and cold she was when she was practicing with someone. He was good, better than the last Revenclaw player, she wondered why he had just been a backup until that year, she managed to pass just five Quaffles through the hoops. Two through the right one. Three through the center.
"YOU'RE GOOD" she said as she tried to get the Quaffle torwards the left one.
It went through.
He looked back and the Quaffle briefly before facing her again. He looked at her like she had suddenly gone mental.
"What?" Dom asked, realizing he hadn't even tried to catch the ball."WHAT?"
"YOU SAID I'M GOOD?"
Dom blushed.
"Yeah" she muttered too low.
"Oh" he said.
"I think a lot of people is good" she said when the silence became awkward.
"Oh" he repited "It's just. I don't think I've ever heard you say something nice to someone it's not part of your breakfast table".
Dom blinked. "I'm not that bad"
He looked at her but didn't answered.
Maybe she really was that bad.
"I just don't like people very much" she explained "They tend to annoy me. I'm kinda of programed to be a bitch or something".
"Oh"
"Yeah"
"So... maybe you could work on that?"
"I guess"
He threw the Quaffle back at her.
"You lean to your right just wen you catch the Quaffle near the goals and you're gonna try to go fo the left hoop. Always."
"YOU HOLD UP" she said flying backwards again "I'LL GET IT"
She did. Three times in a row. He smiled at her after the tird one.
The surprising thing: She smiled back.
They landed togheter agaist the sodden grass. Bennett Hint, she remembered suddenly. His name was Bennett. She put the balls back into their box and he waited for her to put it away before walked till the Grat Hall, dripping.
She spotted Hugo the first, him being the tallest, then she noticed Lucy's orange bun, Lily's shinny hair and Louis' soft eyes at the same time they looked at her.
"So...I'll see you around. Or whatever" she said too quickly to the boy next to her.
He jumped a little, his green eyes scaning her face. Dom looked nervously at her cousins.
Please, don't let them meet him. Please don't let him see how amazing the all are. Please Merlin, Louis is gonna tease me without mercy for this, please don't let him see that.
They were almost next to her now.
Please.
"Sure" he said with a nod.
She watched his back leave . And then she sneezed right in front of Lucy. Very appropriately.