Project fiction
Neanmois Devoue
Fan fiction by: Chryszm
This is solely a fan fiction made due to addictiveness to the Harry potter Series book, I of course do not own the series, but simple a fan who loves to write and have been inspired by J.K. Rowling's story.
CHAPTER VI: Unexpected feelings 1.1
Her circumstances
"Love and kindness are never wasted. They always make a difference. They bless the one who receives them, and they bless you, the giver."
"Teddy" I started to say. It was kind of frustrating and weird to be inside an old room talking with the very guy who gave me my first kiss. But it's not that I'm mad, well yeah I am, but not mad mad, just mad because he kind of humiliated me in front of everyone.
Everyone who was present in the great hall, especially Vaughen there…
"I wanted to talk to you… I wanted to say sorry…" he said looking quite depressed. He knitted his eyebrows and looked quite concerned and deep in thought.
"It's alright. But you have to talk to Victoire and sort things out" I replied trying to be of comfort.
"Really… I'm sorry… it's just that I was kind of well… let's just say I'm quite a possessive person" he replied. Well he sure seems so.
"It's really fine" I lied. Of course it's not fine to be kissed by a guy I don't like. Even if he IS popular! I've just recently started to like someone, for the very first time and he kisses me in front of him. Now where are my chances? As if I had some, but a girl can hope!
"For now I don't want to talk about Victoire… but have you heard about the rumors?" he asked.
"What rumors?" I asked curiously.
"About us… going out" he said.
"Oh… lies people tell" I replied. Stupid girls trying to gossip behind my back! I bet Odette started it!
"Actually… why don't we?" he said.
"NO" I replied. That was out of the question… after that I heard a strange noise, like something fell from the floor. Is it just me or is my imagination gone wild? Probably a cat… hope so
"Why?" he asked, ignoring the strange noise.
"I don't care about the kiss, it's just that you should try and work things out again with Victoire" I said trying to sound very convincing.
He didn't seem to hear me, but he looked kind of sad depressed and lost in his thoughts again.
"Well… let's just talk later… I'm not feeling kind of well" he said.
"A-alright, you do look unwell" I replied.
Teddy is really such a nice person. In fact he was my first crush too, because he was kind and nice and intelligent. But I never got jealous of Victoire for having Teddy, because what I feel for Teddy is just Family love, the one's I feel for my cousins and friends.
I often talk to him when I have big problems regarding some subjects because he's my senior but to think of Teddy as someone I'd really love…
I like Victoire too. And she's really such a good friend that's why I don't want to steal something, not Teddy but the precious memories they've shared since long ago before I went to Hogwarts. I feel quite depress right now because I don't know if Victoire hates me… she probably does right now…
"Hey! Where'd you go?" asked Emily who suddenly immerged out of now where, maybe I haven't noticed her since I was lost in my thoughts.
"Just went out for a walk" I replied. It's a lie Emily… but I won't tell her that
"Well, rumor has it you started dating Teddy after that Incident yesterday" she said.
"Well rumor has it that you've been spending quite a lot of your free time with James Potter" I replied. Well I know it's not a rumor. James likes Emily it's so obvious. She's the only one who doesn't know it!
"Nah, their just rumors were close friends but nothing more" she hastily replied.
"Yeah right" I replied. I gave her a sarcastic look and she smirked.
We walked slowly in the deserted corridor, hearing the echoes of Emily's laughs at the jokes she herself told. And then after turning at the right side of the corridor near the great hall I found myself face to face with Victoire…
"YOU" she bellowed.
I couldn't reply, I was petrified because I wasn't ready to meet with her yet and especially not near the great hall. That way more gossips and rumors would sore and that'll really make my life more miserable than it is right now.
"I thought youu weere my friend" she said and started speaking fast French…
I couldn't say anything… nothing at all because it made me feel like I have nothing to tell and that It's my fault… all of it… and what's worse is that the people started gathering around and stared at me and Victoire.
I could hear harsh words thrown upon me. I really don't get it, I did nothing, nothing at all to have caused there undisputable break up. I was a 3rd party I kept hearing from them…
It made my blood boil; I was just going to tell Victoire to shut up when she instantly slapped me hard on the cheek. All of the people who were watching suddenly gasp. I felt so embarrassed, I wanted to fight back to but I didn't… I chose not to…
"What are you two doing" said a familiar voice. It was the same voice I've heard a lot lately. I mean I kept trying to speak with the guy but somehow my words can't really reach him…
"And who ar youu?" Said Victoire angrily, the guy didn't reply instead he kept glaring at Victoire coldly.
"You're blocking the corridor" he said and started to walk right past us… of course… he was Vaughen after all. I felt quiet uneasy and heavy. Is it me or is it that everybody's beginning to have doppelgangers and all of them are swirling rapidly in my mind…
I dreamt of someone who I once encountered in Diagon alley when I was a first year. He was a bit taller than I am, and he had platinum Silver hair too only I didn't see his face quite right because of a stupid mask he wore.
It was a devilish old mask with crumpled skin and with outlined dark eye bags. All in all it was creepy and the thought of a young guy who wore such a disgusting mask was also creepy.
He noticed that I was looking at him looking at the broomstick that was displayed in the shop. My mother was busy looking at the book sale outside florish and Blotts that gave me the chance to talk with the weird boy.
"Do you like broomstick's too" he asked curiously. Now he was face to face with me. I laughed at his stupid mask. And he thought I was looking at the broomstick while I was looking at him.
"Well… I don't dislike them" I replied. True…
"Then come with me" the boy said pulling my arm and gripping onto my left wrist hard. I felt as if he'd never let me go, and that it felt quite right to be swayed by such a mysterious boy.
We walked together, forgetting about my mother who was busy looking through piles of books on sale; I even noticed that the boy didn't have someone to accompany him to begin with.
Maybe he's lost…
But that thought all changed when he showed me all the shops that had broomsticks displayed even entering the shops as well. He seemed to be quite popular in the shops we entered as he was very well known in there.
He knew a lot of places that I didn't knew and bought me to a wonderful Quidditch supply shop where they give free test rides to little kid's like me and the boy with the mask, but riding the training brooms. I noticed he didn't take his mask and I started to wonder why…
"Aren't you hot wearing that mask" I asked.
"No" he replied.
I wonder what expression he has right now
If I could've gotten the chance to take it off without offending him
"Alright" I replied. I pursed my lips, trying hard not to ask because I was concerned that it might offend him.
"I think we should go now… your mom's going to worry if she finds out you're not by her side" he said and started to pull me and run. I ran too, and I felt very happy. It was as if we were both playing tag and that we both enjoyed it.
I notice that he kept himself busy looking at a lot of Quidditch supplies studying them earnestly, but sometimes he boasted like he's a good flier or that he got a lot of access with the popular Quidditch teams games.
"Well… good thing you're mom's still busy piling up the books she sorted out" he said and ran away as fast as he could. As I watch him ran fast I think he took a last glimpse of me through his mask and headed north, I felt quite sad. I never got the chance to ask his name or if he was going to Hogwarts as well. I forgot to ask him the most basic thing.
I just felt quite happy for a reason, that it felt quite surreal…
"Finally" said a strange voice I'm not familiar with.
"Wwh-ere…" I started to say.
So then
I was dreaming…
"You've been unconscious for the past 15 hours" said the cold voice.
"Okay" I replied and started to tidy up and pull myself up.
"Jeez you really sleep that long? Well now I can get out of here" he said. It was Malfoy.
I looked around and found myself in a bed in the Hospital wing and no Madam Pompfrey to be found, just Malfoy, Great. I wonder how Malfoy managed to get here.
"Why are you here?" I asked. Why was he there? I remember hearing Vaughen's voice before fainting.
"You just have to unconsciously pass out in the middle of your girl fight with Victoire do you? And I end up staying with you by force because of teacher's orders." He said.
I felt him angry towards me, that it was my fault for not waking up to soon. It was as if it was me to blame for him being stuck watching over me. Yes, that's right I want him to watch over me in my nightmares!
"Well I'm sorry then" I said. I tried to eliminate the irritation that might be traced in my tone so as to not start a fight.
"Whatever I'm out of here" he said and disappeared in the dark gloomy corridor as fast as he could.
Just when I thought I was finally alone in the Hospital wing Malfoy suddenly came back and slammed the door shut.
"Don't mind me you mind your own business" he said. He looked quite panicked and flustered.
"Ebony again huh" I said. It was obvious. The poor girl's gone mad because of Malfoy. I even wonder what the girl see's in him?
"I'd really like to curse that girl once in for all, but if I do that my father's going to kill me" he said.
"Why?" I bothered to ask. I can't believe I even asked why, the words just automatically slip.
"Her parents are business partners with my dad. He even agreed to let me marry Ebony, which is totally not going to come true. But it's not as if that interests you" he said. After that he kind of pressed his lips together knowing that he kind of talked too much.
"Oh, well if you get married to her you'd have to invite me" I said. I found myself imagining Ebony May's And Malfoy being wed and all of the crazy stuff Ebony would do! I giggled.
"WHAT? Are you crazy?! And if I get myself married why would I want to invite YOU? So you can bore us to death with a long death defying speech" he said then smirked.
There were weird noises come from the other side of the door. It was as if other people started to gather around. I hope the teacher's find out Ebony so the riot would stop.
But then again it'd be funny if Malfoy and Ebony ended up together somehow. I remember helping Malfoy out of trouble unconsciously yesterday because I was feeling quite depressed that I didn't even bother hating him. I think he felt the same way to because he didn't whine and boast yesterday evening…
"Ciao" he said and jump right out the window. Suddenly the door burst open and Ebony was standing there looking quite angry with a lot of onlookers surrounding her,
No teacher near…
… Not even Madam Pompfrey
"I know he's here. Where is HE?!" demanded Ebony. She looked angry, devastated, Angry and yeah well angry.
"Right out the window" I said pointing out the very place where Malfoy jumped. Is he alright? Well I don't really care that much.