Author's Note: Two chapters to go before this short story is up and then i'll be posting a Jack Sparrow story i've been working on and unlike this one it doesn't have much of the whole point of view switch thing so it should be less confusing. This one starts in Jasmine's point of view. Oh and sorry for not mentioning this before but a great "thank you very much" goes to princess-pattinson so is thus far my only reviewer and reviewed on chapter 2. Thanks!
Chapter Four
It was one thing to scare the crap out of my almost sister but to write on the mirror with lipstick? That was going too far. Make-up is getting expensive now-a-days. And that was my favorite shade too! After seeing Serena standing on top of the toilet and using the shower curtain rod she had ripped off to squish the spiders with I brought out my wand and began zapping away. Moments after I exploded three spiders, Snape barged in wondering what was going on.
"What in the—GIRLS!!" He yelled.
"Yeah like this is our fault, like we just felt like filling our bathroom with spiders!" I retorted shooting spells at more spiders as I talked. Snape was apparently unamused and with a swish of his wand all the spiders, and for that matter, spider goo was gone and only the message on the mirror remained.
"Well as it would seem, the two of you and the twins Weasley will be receiving double detention tomorrow night."
"What?! Why?!" Serena and I screamed together.
"You two for skipping the detention we had tonight and those two for coming into the Slytherins' Girls' dormitory!!" With that he grabbed the side of his robe and turned sharply, whisking himself out of the room. I swear the dude's a vampire. There's no other way a dude can be that pale, that creepy, and that swift. I shiver at the thought of him being human. It's just not possible. "Rina?" I asked using our nicknames.
"Yeah Jaz?" She replied.
"I'm guessing hurting those two or pranking them in any way during detention would be bad right?"
"Yes Jasmine; that would be very bad considering the mental state our undead head of house is."
"So how do we resist the temptation to…do things, bad things to them?" I asked using my kiddish voice I often do when I'm either upset, confused, scared (which is rare but happens on occasion), or just plain bored.
"I don't know Jaz." She replied in the bored tone she often used when replying to my stupid kid voice.
"Whatever happens we can't let snake-up-his-crotch Snape find out else we'll seriously be screwed." I finished in my regular voice.
"Snake-up-his-crotch?" She turned to me quirking an eyebrow.
"I dunno I just thought of it now."
"I kinda like it." She tilted her head up and looked thoughtful of the possibilities this new name could ensue, as did I for a moment.
"Don't even think about it Jaz, Snape can't take points away from his own house so he'll just make punishment absolute torture for us if we try anything of the sort." She warned me noticing the all too familiar grin creep on my face. My grin turned into a sudden pout as I knew shoving a non-venomous biting snake down Snape's pants might be going a bit too far.
"Alright well now that you've ruined my fun we should probably head to bed. That way I can at least dream of the satisfaction I would receive when Snape jumped up and started dancing around the classroom trying to shove the snake out of his pants."
"Jasmine you have some serious issues we need to deal with later." She laughed.
"B-b-but if you deal with my issues then how will I ever think of more ingenious pranks to pull on the clowny weasels?" I said with my best 'innocent puppy-dog pout'.
"Good point." She snickered, "Night Jaz." She called slipping into the comfort of her bed as I did mine.
"Night Rina." I replied.
We woke up to the usual routine of blaring the song (this morning was 'Headstrong'), Pansy coming in screaming at us, Jasmine following through with her threat to hex the hell out of her, and then getting up and getting dressed as if nothing has happened before the flower child told Snape.
As we were walking down the halls on our way to breakfast though we saw what could only be interpreted as two very jovial twins skipping and holding hands like little kids singing "The itsy bitsy spider went up the water spout! Down came the rain and washed the spider out! Out came the sun and dried up all the rain! And the itsy bitsy spider went up the spout again!" They then entered the doors of the great hall leaving us standing there seething. Me for the spiders (which I can't stand) and Jasmine for making fun of me for spiders (which again I can't stand!!)
"Ugh! I can't stand them!" Jasmine voiced my opinion of spiders on the twins and I just had to rub in her face what I already knew.
"Uh-huh." I replied bored and non-believing.
"What?" She asked looking at me as if I were insane, which when considering who the two of us are she honestly had no right to pin this insanity on me as both of our sanities are questionable but equal so if I'm insane then so is she. As I opened my mouth to tell her this she interrupted, "Yes, I realize that you and I are alike and I have already come to terms with the fact that I am mentally unstable now tell me what was your big 'uh-huh' about?" She half turned so I could see she was peeved. All that was missing was the anime steam coming out of the top of her head.
"Just admit it Jaz." I said looking her dead in the eyes.
"Admit what?!" She threw her arms up exasperated.
"You like Fred don't you?" I crossed my arms and smirked.
"I…do…not." She enunciated each word separately to prove her false point.
"So you like George then?" I asked cocking an eyebrow.
"NO! I don't like either of them Rina what the hell has gotten into you?!"
"Oh come on Jaz, I've already come to terms with my irrational love for the more sensitive of the Weasley twins." I mocked her while finally walking into the great hall and sitting at our usual spots. She soon caught up to me.
"…fine, yes, I like him. Happy?" She whispered so no one else would hear.
"Well as happy as I am to hear your confession I think what we're about to see will make both of us happy." I smirked evilly looking over at what was about to happen. Jasmine turned around in time to see Snape go up to the Gryffindor table and place a hand on each twins' shoulder and squeeze hard enough to make them flinch in pain. Jasmine snickered. We saw Snape's lips move and the twins glare over at us making us both smirk in response.
After finishing breakfast, we rose from our seat and proceeded to the hallway only to be swept to the side by two angry red-headed pranksters.
"We can't believe you would actually tell Snape what we did!" Fred hissed in Jasmine's face.
"Honestly this bet was between the four of us! You weren't supposed to tell anyone!" George hissed in mine.
"What are you talking about?" Jasmine demanded getting angry that her personal bubble had been invaded.
"We didn't tell Snape anything!" I glared at George also a little peeved at how rudely he had passed through the invisible barrier that was my own bubble of personal space. You just don't mess with the bubble.
"He heard Serena scream after you two jackasses scared the shit out of her with those spiders! You know nothing twits! Snape came running into the room and saw the mess and what you so cleverly, and please note the sarcasm on the word cleverly, wrote on the mirror! Your own fault. Not ours." Jasmine jabbed Fred's chest on the last point.
"Ahem." We heard from behind the twins. Even though they were blocking our current line of vision it didn't matter. Anyone who didn't know that voice was dumber than Crabbe and Goyle put together. The twins turned around and stood next to us so as to form a line that showed as follows: Me, George, Jasmine, Fred. Already I could tell this would not end well.
"Well then, as the four of you seem so cozy all of a sudden," Snape began referring to the close proximity of the twins to us, "perhaps I should assign your detentions appropriately." He smirked evilly, looking at each of us in turn. Now, that was just wrong…teachers should not smirk…especially not evilly…especially when that teacher was Snape…shit.
"There was no 'cozy-ness' sir. These two ingrates shoved us against a wall and accused us of certain misdoings that had nothing what-so-ever to do with us and—" I was so rudely cut off from my ranting.
"SILENCE! Well if there was no cozy-ness as you claim then my arrangement will change only slightly."
"What?" Serena asked.
"Jasmine, you and Fred shall be cleaning the potions classroom and Serena, you and George shall be cleaning the trophy room. All four of you report to the potions classroom first at eight o' clock tonight and I shall be escorting you two," He looked at Serena and George, "to the trophy room shortly thereafter. Should any of you refuse to show up for your detention all of you will receive an extra week's worth." He then spun on his heels and stalked off.
"Stupid, evil vampire. I really gotta learn to keep my mouth shut." I mumbled. Serena chuckled at my reference to Snape and Fred and George just looked at me like I was mental. All things included I'm pretty sure I am.
"Well, until our oh so fun detention," Serena began lacing her words with heavy sarcasm, "We're off to class so toodle-oo!" She then roped my arm with hers and the two of us skipped to class like the escaped mental patients everyone knew we were.
7:30 rolled around and Serena and I were still in the common room. I figured it wouldn't take that long to get to detention from there so we still had a little bit of time. Serena obviously didn't share my thoughts as she snatched my arm and hauled me off the couch causing me to lose my place in the book I was reading. "Ouch! Rina chill! It's just detention!"
"I'd rather not get another week's worth Jaz!!" She glared at me while still running. Okay so maybe it was kinda my fault but hey at least it's not all that bad. Well for her. Little miss cool and confident gets to have detention with her hottie while I (little miss shits her pants every time Fred walks by) also gets stuck with the single most amazing boy I've ever met. Life sucks sometimes. We entered the classroom about fifteen minutes early.
"I knew we still had time, what with you always running like a maniac." I grumbled sitting down at a table and putting my feet up getting comfortable for our quarter of an hour wait.
"What's got your knickers in a bunch?" She asked.
"I'm not you." I mumbled looking down.
"What's that supposed to mean?" She put her hands on her hips probably thinking I was saying something other than what I meant.
"Rina right now it could be either literally or figuratively."
"Would you for once just straight out tell me what's wrong?"
"Now where's the fun in that?" I look up smirking lightly but I knew she could tell something was up.
"Okay then so in your kooky, whacky, mixed up way, tell me why you'd rather be me." She crossed her arms, looking expectantly at me.
"Well if I were literally you then I'd be having detention with George and I could get through it calmly and never think about it again. If I were figuratively you then I could get through my detention with Fred without mishap but seeing as I am but myself and not you neither of the former situations exist and I shall most likely have the longest and most torturous detention of my life." I mumbled on.
"Jaz, it's not that bad you know. Just don't look him in the eye, ignore all comments, and above all keep your temper!"
"Are you implying something?" I smirked.
"If you don't look into his eyes you won't get gob-smacked and defensive, if you don't listen to his comments then you won't get frustrated and if you don't get gob-smacked, defensive, or frustrated you won't lose your temper and hex him to Timbuktu." She replied in one freakin' breathe.
"Good point. I'll try. But I hope you realize it's easier said than done." I then proceeded to tuck my chin into my chest and attempt sleep for the remaining ten minutes of our wait only to be tickled awake five minutes later by an obnoxious Fred! "Ugh! You-mmph!" Just as I was about to insult him Serena covered my mouth.
"Remember; unless you want another week's worth of detention keep…your…temper!" She hissed. Sighing loudly I nodded my head. Almost as soon as she removed her hand Snape barged through the door causing all four of us to jump slightly.
"Good to see you've all decided to show up this time." He emphasized 'all' while looking at Serena and me. "Serena, George, come." He said in a very short, clipped manner, as if calling to dogs. "You two." He looked at me and Fred, I shall be checking in on you so do not try to escape. And make sure you get this room…spotless." He smirked again damn it and then left with Serena following him and George bringing up the rear.
"Well, best get started." Fred said pulling out his wand. Just as it was poised and ready, Snape barged back in, taking it away and handing him a box full of cleaning supplies in its place. He then walked over to me and held out his hand expectantly waiting for my wand as well.
"Sorry sir," I said, "But I left mine in my dorm fully aware you would force us to do this manually." I then in turn held out my hand expectantly waiting for my bunch of supplies. He glared at me and shoved it into my hands. I snickered at his retreating back.
"You have some gall you know that?" Fred asked smirking at me.
"Whatever are you talking about?" I asked innocently while picking up a dust rag and a spray bottle and beginning to clean the foul words written previously by Slytherins. After about five minutes of awkward silence and vigorous cleaning, Fred spoke again.
"You know as far as detentions go; this one's not that bad." He said, catching my attention. Was he actually being nice? I turned to look at him, waiting for him to continue his thought. "Usually I'm stuck with George who just keeps yapping away, it's nice to be stuck with someone who keeps their bloody mouth shut." He snickered smirking my way. Of course he wasn't being nice; he was just trying to tick me off. Well, mission accomplished. But I was not going to give him the satisfaction of seeing it on my face. "Lookey there! Even after I've mocked you, you remain quiet! Maybe I can get some fun out of this!" He returned back to cleaning but didn't stop talking. Stupid bloody ingrate. "Let's see then, what could I possibly say? I mean you already know you're not the brightest crayon in the box and you're not exactly the most vibrant of them either, but what can I say that you don't already know?" He pondered. So far he'd called me stupid and ugly what else could he come up with? "Honest to Merlin I think you already know you're not the most graceful of swans." He continued. So I'm clumsy, stupid, and ugly. And he referenced me to a bird. Lovely. I brushed passed his shoulder and went to sort out the supply closet to hopefully block out his voice with rattling glass bottles but he turned around and followed. As I was not expecting this, it startled me and my feet got wrapped in the bottom of his robe causing me to trip and fall. And if that's not bad enough, because his robe is what I fell from, Fred fell on top of me! And if that's not bad enough, he tried to stop me from falling by grabbing my arms but only proceeded in spinning me around so he was now facing me and on top of me! Just my luck. Surprised, I found myself looking straight at him. So much for avoiding eye contact. "I told you, you were a klutz." He quietly laughed, looking down at me.
"Are you going to move any time soon?" I asked a little peeved off that he was right.
"You know I think I rather like the view from here." He smirked.
He was honestly getting on my last nerve now. If he weren't so damn adorable, I would have already hexed his arse back to whence it came! I HATE HIM! Damn that shaggy hair; set ablaze by the common Weasley gene; that frames his devilish face. Damn those golden brown eyes; reflecting his soul; deep down to the heathen god within. Damn that mouth, the same mouth smirking at me this very moment, the same mouth coming millimeters closer each passing moment until I can feel his breathe tickling my cheek, the very same mouth, with the very same lips that are pushing ever so gently against mine. Merlin I think I love him. But I can't can I? My common sense tells me that. I cannot love him because he'll only mock me in return. My subconscious begs to differ. Then why would he kiss me? Again my common sense says, he cannot love me, he only mocks, he doesn't mean it, it means nothing! All the while my common knowledge battles my subconscious thoughts, I fail to realize he has pulled back and is watching my emotions display on my frazzled face. When I finally come to, I see a small glance of what seems to be…disappointment, cross his face before he lifts himself up and returns to the work we were meant to be doing just as Snape barges in to see if we were still there.
"Miss Cardelle what are you doing on the floor?" He asked.
"I tripped and fell sir, I was just getting up." I replied. He scoffed at me and left the room again. I turned to look at Fred who was acting as if nothing at all happened in those mere two minutes…maybe nothing did…maybe I imagined it. All I can say is, I hope Serena's having an easier time with her detention.
I'm stuck, alone in detention with George while Jasmine is stuck alone with Fred. How quaint. How ironic. How torturous! Honestly Jasmine thought I was all cool and collected when it came to George?! Hah! Every time I turn, I see the heavenly graces of George Weasley's face! His perfection, his angelic-ness, his comfort! While I tear my mind apart with adoration! Cool and collected my arse. How can he be so calm? I see him become frustrated by the irremovable grime on the sticky shelf that once held Merlin only knows what and he runs his masculine hand through the fire-y red shaggy locks that dignifies a Weasley. So like his twin, yet so different. Anyone can tell a Weasley from a crowd, it's not that hard a task, but only upon close inspection can one tell a George from a Fred. One that is a George is Sweet and somewhat shy, someone who's not afraid to show that he has conflicting emotions or an active mind. Then there are those that are Freds. Those who are just as genuine and pure of heart, but struggle to reveal it except to those strong enough to tear down the walls. How does that saying go? "Sometimes we put up walls, not to keep people out, but to see who cares enough to knock them down." Jasmine told me that once. After I was genuinely peeved at her for not telling me what was bothering her. After I had finally battered it out of her she had told me those words. Words that touched me when I realized she could be open with me. We had been inseparable since then.
I had climbed on a ladder to dust the top shelf and I suppose George too was deep in thought as he unknowingly bumped the leg of the ladder I was standing on while walking back to get another rag. "Aah!" I screamed grabbing onto the shelf for deer life. Or at least the life of my soon to be broken limbs.
"Oh Merlin! Serena! I am so sorry!" George panicked attempting to set the ladder right only to find that because of the rude toppling it had received it was now unbalanced and I could not climb down using it. "Serena jump!" He called up to me.
"What?!" My voice broke in fear, "Are you mad?! I jump down there and next thing I know I'm waking up in the hospital wing next to that winded old bag telling me oh it's perfectly all right dear it's just a scratch!" I clung tighter to the shelf. "No sir-ee I will not let go of this bloody shelf."
"Serena it's okay, I'll catch you. Just let go." He replied.
"Nuh-uh" I whimpered.
"You can't hold on to that damned shelf forever."
"I can until Snape comes and fixes the ladder." I replied just as the stupid shelf creaked.
"Serena the shelf wasn't built to hold more than thirty pounds it's a wonder the thing has held this long now please listen to reason!"
"Are you calling me fat?"
"Just let go of the shelf!" He responded desperately. Closing my eyes, I let go and silently fell into George's expectant embrace. Though my arms instinctively circled around his neck I refused to open my eyes. I think the fact that I didn't scream caused me to just freeze because I couldn't open my eyes even after I tried. He gently put me down onto my feet but didn't let me out of the circle of his arms. Slowly, hesitantly, I opened my eyes to be staring into his. He leaned forward backing away slightly as if debating whether he should continue further or not. I answered for him by pushing my lips into his. He seemed surprised at first but then quickly responded by cupping my cheek in his palm and gently stroking his thumb up and down as if trying to calm me from my near brutal fall. He seemed reluctant to continue kissing me and I pray it was only because he was shy and my prayers were answered when I deepened the kiss and he reacted by pulling me closer to him, tightening his arms around my waist. After about a minute and a half, that seemed so much more to me like only three seconds, he pulled away. "Well that was definitely unexpected." He breathed.
"I hope you realize this doesn't mean anything regarding the bet. And that Jasmine and I are still going to do everything we can to kick your and Fred's asses." I smirked.
"I wouldn't have it any other way." He smiled back at me and we separated to begin cleaning just as Snape walked in for his promised routinely check.