A/N: Here's chapter 4, I know you've been waiting ever-so-patiently. Thank-you notes at the end.
Disclamah: Je ne le possède pas!
Tori, Brendon and Tyler were walking to the kitchens.
"Brendon, shh!" Tori whispered. It was after cerfew, and if they were to be caught, they would be in trouble for sure.
"Sorry." He mumbled.Tyler chuckled. He reached out and tickled the pear.
"Can Cobble help you, sirs and miss?" a girl house elf walked up to them.
"Yeah, butterbeer and a pie please." Tyler said. Tori smiled big at the boy. He smiled back. Brendon noticed this and rolled his eyes. The trio ate their food and snuck back to the Gryffindor common room.
"I'm going to bed. Quidditch practice tomorrow?" Tori asked, a big hopeful smile. Tyler nodded. Tori kissed both boys in a sisterly way on the cheek and ran to her dorms.
"You like her, Brendon. Don't deny it." Tyler turned at his friend.
"It's wrong, Tyler, It's wrong." Brendon sighed and ran a hand through his dark brown hair.
"Why is it wrong?"
"Because she's like a sister! I'm too overprotective of her, and if I see another guy hurt her, I'll be so mad, and she'll know, and it'll ruin everything, and it'll be akward, and I'll be just like you hopeless and ..."
"Dude! Calm down! Listen, don't make it obvious, she'll think it's brotherly love, okay?" Tyler cut Brendon off, who mutely nodded.
"Good. Now go to bed, because tomorrow we got to find some way to get Tarence to believe Tori." Tyler patted Brendon on the back, and they walked to their dorms. Little did they know, a suspicious Tori was listening at the bottom of the stairs.
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"Hey, Guys!" Tori ran down the stairs to be greeted by her two best friends. She was wearing the shirt Fred and George gave her with a pair of faded hip-hugger jeans. Her hair was long and brown, with curls bouncing in random spots.
"Yep. Come on, Dear." Both boys linked their arms with her, and they walked to the great hall.
"Ooh, Look! Tarence is whispering! Tarence, dear, whispering tells lies!" Tori sat by the first years, who laughed.
"Hey, I'm Tori Potter. This is Tyler Trestion, and Brendon Freshka. And you are?"
"Hermione Granger." A little girl with bushy hair and big teeth helkd out her hand, which Tori shook.
"Ron Weasley" A lanky boy with flaming red hair waved.
"I know, I'm Fred's old girlfriend. I was at your house before." Tori smiled.
"Yeah, Ronald, She was at our house." Fred and George came up behind her, and George out his arm around Tori.
"So, Tori, wanna come with me next Hogsmede trip?" He whispered in her ear. Tori nodded with a grin snaking onto her face.
"You know, the rules of dating, George, brothers don't date their brother's ex!" Fred said. Tori smiled at the twins.
"Who said date? It's only a date if we're alone." She said.
George blushed. "Well ... I was .. I mean ... you know ... I ..." Tori broke the poor boy off laughing.
"It's okay, I don't mind. If you want, I don't care." Tori laughed, and George breathed a sigh of relief.
"See you Saturday!" He said.
"Nope, earlier, I'm sitting by you!" Tori ran and sat next to him.
"So, Fred, I guess we'll be going on a triple date, then?" Tyler joked. He laughed marrily and nodded.
"Later Ron, Hermione, Tarence." The three boys walked over to George and Tori.
'Tarence' looked at his friends. "Teenagers" He mumbled, the other two first years agreed.
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The trio, (trio being Tori, Brendon and Tyler) was walking from the Dungeons, talking about the dreadful lesson with Snape.
"Can you believe, the git took off fifteen points because I sneezed! Honestly! It's not my fault I'm allergic to dragon hide!" Tori complained walking to the common room.
"It's okay, Rhea." Tyler patted the girl's shoulder comfortingly.
"Ah, what would we do without Rhea complaining about everything?" Brendon asked jokingly. Tori slapped his arm playfully.
The three walked hand-in-hand down the hall.
"Hey, it's the freak show!" A voice snarled. Tori spun around to see the blonde hair of Trina.
"Hey, if it isn't Death Eater 5561!" Tyler said, venom dripping like honey from his voice.
"Ooh, nice tone, Trestion." Trina rolled her eyes sarcastically.
"Back off, Malfoy." Tori glared, daring her to make another move.
"Watch it, Potter." Trina said 'Potter' like it was scum.
"Why, Trina? I mean, we're all mature teenagers here." Brendon cut in.
"Petrificus Totalus!" Tori shouted, and Trina froze. This author is going to pause this story for a second. She would like to let you know, that fighting one Slytherin means you'd have to face the wrath of another Slytherin. Simply Padfoot Infatuated also would like you to know, that she tried to fight Draco Malfoy, before they fell madly in love, and they are now living on a boat. Continuing the story, now.
"You did NOT just freeze Trina!" Angel Goyle, another Slytherin ran up, and stared Tori down. Behind the two, Brendon conjured a muffin, and Angel ran after it.
"Thanks, dear, I owe you." Tori laughed. Tyler swooped her in a hug.
"You're tough! You faced them!" He exclaimed. Tori laughed, and Tyler brought his lips to hers. Tori immedatly stopped being so joyful.
"Tyler, no," Tori broke apart the kiss. "No, I- I can't." Tori ran away, tears falling to the floor.
"Way to go, Tyler, you just made it weird. Couldn't you at least refrain yourself?" Brendon slapped him on the back of the head. "Rhea! Wait!" Brendon ran after the girl.
"Go away, Brendon!" Tori snapped when Brendon caught her.
"Rhea, Rhea, listen to me. Tyler really likes you, and it's killing him to see you with George." Brendon panted.
"Well, I don't care! He just ruined it for himself! I didn't care about the hugs, I mean, I hug him all the time. I know I shouldn't be so upset, but I don't like him like that! You know what I mean! You know how I see him as a brother, and you too!" Tori sobbed.
"Rhea, sweetie," Brendon wrapped her in a loving hug and stroked her hair. "It's okay, love. Let it all out. Shh." Tori sniffled.
"B- B- Brendon, d-d-d-do y-you think h-h-he is h-h-hurt because of m-m-me?" Tori choked out.
"Yeah, Rhea, I do, but it's his fault." Brendon insisted calmy. Or, as calmly as someone on the verge of killing the person to make his best friend cry can be.
"C'mon, Brendon, let's go to the Common Room, we can get food after, okay?" Tori sniffed. Brendon nodded and grabbed her hand, which she gladly took, and they walked to the common room hand in hand.
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