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I told them everything, from beginning to end, about Jeremy and I. Eggy looked shocked, but did not approach me. Bianca cried, and Lori just held me as I cried. Though it hurt to recount what happened, it was a giant relief to be able to talk to someone about it. Even better than that, quidditch had actually been good today, with the reserves laying off probably because they wanted to see the cup on the big screen and were hoping Oliver would let us off early, which he did.
I'd washed and cleaned myself, back in my own room, and put on a pair of jeans, a dark blue tanktop and a thick black jacket. I had my Ireland scarf on, and I felt happy as I walked down the hall, tubes of white and green paint in my bag to paint the boys faces with. As I walked, someone began to come towards me, and I looked up, giving a smile. Our eyes met, and my face fell as I met eyes with Jeremy. He stared back, standing silent for a few seconds, before coming towards me.
"Can we talk?" He asked, and I glanced at my watch. I had 10 minutes to spare.
"It'll have to be quick, I'm going to the quidditch World Cup." I gestured to my scarf, and he narrowed his eyes.
"With the Weasleys?" He asked as he lead me to an empty room. He turned and closed the door, and I sat on a desk.
"Yes, and I can't be-" but I didn't get my words out, because Jeremy was kissing me. A part of my brain registered the feel of his lips, and started to connect loads of good memories that were better left buried, and I couldn't help leaning forward. His hands rested on my waist, his thumb tracing the line of my hips as we kissed. I closed my eyes, trying to push back the pain that was rising in my chest. When his hand cupped my cheek, his thumb brushing my jaw line, I pulled away, averting my eyes.
"Cathy?" He asked, worried, trying to tilt my face up to his, but I turned away.
"No, Jeremy. We can't do this again." I whispered, and he fell into silence.
"But I love you." His voice was low, honest, and I bit my lip.
"I'm sorry. Jeremy, don't you think I want this too? Don't you think I loved you? But it hurts too much, Jer. It hurts and I can't handle it." I chocked on the words that left my lips, feeling ill. He wasn't ready for this. I wasn't ready for this.
"But..." He trailed off, and I shook my head, standing from my seat on the desk. I had to get out of here, before I'd make a decision I regretted.
"There will be plenty of other girls, Jer." I told him before I walked out of the door, trying to breathe evenly. Had that really just happened? Had I really turned him away? It was the right decision, it has to have been. He'd run out on me at my lowest point, and that's not something I can forgive.
When I reached the boys room, I didn't even bother knocking. I shouldered the door open, and was greeted by a string of conversations. Ron, Harry and Hermione were sat together, and although Ron still looked miffed, he seemed to be putting it all behind him for the night. So, I decided to do the same. As the twins turned, they gave me wide grins, both wearing Ireland team shirts, scarves and Irish top hats. I grinned back, brandishing the paints.
"Me first!" George shoved Fred onto the bed, running forward and standing in front of me. I chuckled as I unscrewed the lids, putting streaks of white and green on both cheeks. George grinned, and then Fred moved to take his place. As I squirted the green paint onto my fingers again, I felt knots twist in my stomach. Touching George's face didn't make me nervous. Touching Fred's definitely did. I reached up, meeting his eyes as I set my fingers on his cheek, near his nose, then dragged them in a straight line towards his ear. I did the same on the other cheek, then used my other hand for the White. When I was done, I smiled triumphantly, glad my hands hadn't shaken so bad that the lines had gone jagged. He reached out, holding his hands out to take the paint, and I obliged. He put a blob of green paint on his thumb, and then dragged it across the line of my cheek bone. I swallowed, determined to stay calm. The knots in my stomach were due to the adrenalin of what had happened with Jeremy. I was just worked up.
He did both cheeks, then put a blob of green on the tip of my nose. Both our hands were stained with paint, and we just stared at each other. There were no words, we didn't need them. He could sense something was wrong, he knew me too well, and he'd annoyed me too often. He frowned, but he didn't say anything. He didn't want to ruin tonight either. There was just a moment, where an image formed in my head, of me and him kissing, smudging the paint over each others faces. I turned away, wondering why the hell I was being such a horny teenager.
"Let's go!" George hooted, and everyone chorused in with whoops and shouts, and we followed him down to the common rooms fire place. George took out the floor powder, and we formed a line. Ginny went first, then Ron, Harry and Hermoine. I looked between the boys, and they both bowed low.
"After you." They said in unison, and I rolled my eyes, grabbing a handful of floo powder. I stood in the fire place, and held my hand up.
"The burrow, Ottery Street." I threw the powder down, and then I was gone. In a matter of seconds, I was falling through the Weasleys fire place, with Ron pulling me to my feet. I gave him a smile, patting his shoulder in thanks. George followed, and then Fred. We all stood as Mr and Mrs Weasley flitted about, Mrs Weasley cleaning Ginny up as Arthur tried to usher us all out the door. I was kind of swept away in the commotion, feeling a little lost in all the chatter. When we were out of the house, the air felt fresh and cool, and I breathed a bucket load in. I hadn't realised how much I'd missed this place until now. As we walked through the woods, I caught Fred looking at me. I raised an eyebrow, and he copied my gesture.
"Is there something on my face?" I asked, and he shrugged.
"If there was I wouldn't tell you." He answered slyly, and I elbowed him in the ribs. He spluttered a little, before giving me a shove back. I budged a few steps, then looked at him. Oh. Game on.
I launched myself on to his back, wrapping my legs around him, and hanging on to him like a sloth as he tried to walk. I started ruffling his hair, and he reached behind me, tickling my waist. I kicked out, nearly falling off, and accidentally kicked him in the thigh.
"Ouch!" He exclaimed, trying to shake me off, but I stuck on, locking my arms around his neck. The commotion attracted attention, and everyone turned to stare, including Cedric Diggory and his father, who I hadn't even realised had joined our group. Fred stopped, and I jumped off his back, feeling thoroughly embarrassed. I looked down, walking forward and not looking at Fred again. I caught George's eyes, and saw the amusement on his face. Did he really enjoy my humiliation that much?
"What?" I snapped, but George just shrugged.
"Nothing Kitty Cat." He grinned, and Fred elbowed him in the arm. They plunged into their own little mini fight, so I walked quicker up the hill, the sun setting against the country side.
"Why are we all gathering around a manky old boot?" Harry asked as we all walked towards the port key.
"That's not any old boot, it's a port key." Hermione informed him matter of factly. I got down on my knees, putting a hand on the boot. Fred knelt opposite me, meeting my eyes briefly.
"Gotta love a girl on her knees." He winked, and I made a disgusted noise. Yep, he was still a pig. I scowled at him, thinking about Eggy and how he'd love her on her knees. Girls were just objects of sex, and I'd let him get away with far too much. Is said there would be trouble if he stayed with Eggy, and yeah maybe I hadn't seen them together... But it was pretty obvious she was still with him. Yet I'd just stood here and let it happen. I scowled, realising what a fool I'd been. Despite my insistence that nothing was going on, I'd fallen for his act, just like ever other girl, and thought he could be a nice guy.
"Harry hold on!" Arthur instructed, and then we were flying through the air. I held on for dear life, looking around at the group. The younger ones seemed terrified, the twins looked a little nervous too. Cedric was grinning, and his father and Arthur all looked happy.
"Alright kids. Let go!" Arthur shouted over the howling wind, and I didn't have to be told twice. The boot slipped from my fingers, and I flew through the air, the ground rushing up to meet me at an alarming pace. I tried to grab my wand, but before I could even get a grasp on it I was landing hard. The wind was knocks out of me, and I chocked, gasping a little for breath. Ron and his friends landed on my left, the twins on my right, and Arthur, Diggory and his father walked gracefully through the air, landing on their feet. I sighed, managing to sit up, getting to my feet with some effort. I looked around, and in the distance I could see the tall arena, the masses of tents all dotted around on the green grass. I couldn't help smiling as I smelt food and smoke from fires, the sound of people chatting and laughing making this really feel like home. I felt someone's hand pressed against my back, and I jumped away, turning to look at Fred. He cocked his head, clearly confused. We'd grown closer lately, I'd let it slide when he touched me. Right now though? After everything that'd happened with Jeremy? I didn't want anyone to touch me, especially not Fred.
"Everything okay?" He asked, his eyes searching my face in a way that made me feel uncomfortable.
"I'm fine." I replied, before turning and virtually running down the hill after the others in a effort to get away from him. I joined George, elbowing him in the ribs, and he swung an arm around my shoulders, ruffling my hair painfully. We fought playfully until we reached the small tent we were sleeping in. Fred caught up, grabbing his brother by the arm and hauling him inside. I followed, and saw the massive interior. Wow. It was awesome!
"Girls, choose you're bedrooms!" Arthur instructed, gesturing down the large corridor full of rooms. I ran down it, claiming the third room as my own. There was a small camping cot and a bedside table with a lamp. I put my bag down, lying down on the cot and staring at the fabric ceiling. I closed my eyes, and bit my lip. Jeremy. His kiss, God it made me miss kissing. I wanted to kiss him, but I knew that was so wrong. I couldn't do that again. Ugh.
"Knock knock." Oh god. No. Please don't.
"Cathy?" Fred walked into my room, and I clenched my hands. No. I couldn't deal with him being in here, not when I feel like this.
"Yeah?" My voice was low, and I cursed myself as I sat up. He came and sat beside me, looking me dead in the eyes.
"Spill." He ordered, and I sighed.
"Fred..." I began, but he cut off my excuses.
"Now." He said, his face determined.
"When I was walking towards yours, I met Jeremy. We kissed, I told him I couldn't do it again. That's all there is to tell." I answered, and Fred's face softened a little. He seemed a little awkward as he scratched the back of his neck.
"I ugh... Don't know what to say." He admitted, and I shrugged.
"Neither do I." I replied, staring at him. I couldn't help letting my eyes move to his lips, which looked pretty damn good. I couldn't help thinking about what it would be like. I'd thought about it so much these last few days. Surely I'd be just as bad as Eggy, falling for his nice guy act.
"Cathy?" He asked, and I realised we'd been sat here in silence for a while, staring at each other. I snapped out of my steamy thoughts, swallowing hard.
"Yeah?" I answered, his eyes raked over my face, and he moved forward, putting a hand on my face. I shivered. There was no denying how he made me feel. I couldn't deny that anymore. When he touched me it felt like lightening, and I hated it because I knew what he was like. I knew how many girls had felt this way, who'd kissed him and thought it was different. But did I think it was different for us? I didn't expect anything from him. I just... Needed relief.
"I should go." He whispered, letting his hand drop. I was a little taken aback, feeling cheated. I blinked, trying to come to terms with what just happened. Had he just... Rejected me?
"Okay." I managed to chock out, and he nodded, standing up and walking towards the door. He turned, looking back at me once more, before leaving. I sat in silence, looking at the door, feeling my heart pound in my ears. Why had I wanted that? Why hasn't he done it? Was it all some suck joke to him? This is stupid. I knew I should never have wanting him. I grit my teeth, standing up in outrage.
"So he wants to play games?" I whispered to myself.
"Game on."
Soooo? What do you think? Jer ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ Cathys getting a little steamy gosh. And Fred why you no kiss her? Please tell me what you think guysssss xx
