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That's what happened the last time:
Evgenia sighed. She wanted to stop her modelling career. She was not interested anymore.
"Well, you get to ditch classes at least." Alphard chuckled.
"Says who?" a voice said. A familiar voice. A voice, Evgenia never wanted to hear anymore, a voice that made her shiver and shake…
On with the story…
"Go. Away." Evgenia said to her brother through gritted teeth. "I don't need you as a babysitter."
"As a matter of fact you do." Andrej smirked evilly.
Evgenia huffed: "I'm not taking you seriously, brother."
"You should." Andrej said shortly and then addressed himself toward Alphard: "You Slytherin, go away."
"You don't order me around, you stinking Gryffindor." Alphard said icily.
"I think, I just did." Andrej said through gritted teeth. "Just because you are a Slytherin doesn't make you better than anyone else."
"Just because you are a slimy Gryffindor, you don't need to look down on Slytherins." Alphard spat angrily, now only inches away from Andrej.
"Your next lover, or what?" Andrej turned to Evgenia who was watching in shock.
"Whatever you think, brother. I don't want to talk about that anymore." Evgenia said tiredly. She had other problems. Her pick-up-service for the model-shoot would be at Hogwarts in 15 minutes. And she needed her cup of coffee.
"Look, I've got a photo-shoot in quarter of an hour, Dumbledore permitted me to ditch classes, so just leave me." Evgenia said angrily.
"Do whatever you want. Leave. But I will take care of this gentleman." Andrej said triumphantly.
"What do you want to do with him? He has done nothing to you." Evgenia said incredulously.
"But he might to you." Andrej was stubborn.
"You are crazy. Leave. Him. Alone." Evgenia was barely audible.
"You think I can't take care of myself, Evgenia? I'll hit him in the guts and he will leave you and me alone." Alphard, his eyes never leaving Andrej's face.
"Hey!" another voice said. A dark voice. Slightly amused.
All heads turned. Two faces lit up and one face flushed red with fury.
"You!" Andrej said with all his hate he could muster. What was Tom doing here?
"Fighting you three?" Tom asked in a bored voice, completely ignoring Andrej's statement.
"He AGAIN attacked his sister." Alphard said furiously.
"Oh. Andrej. We meet again. You remember the last time I talked to you?" Tom asked maliciously.
"Look, I don't want to break up the party, but I have a photo-shoot to attend to in 10 minutes and I was planning on having a coffee before I go. So just sort this out already. Take away another 20 points from Gryffindor and just let me go." Evgenia said annoyed.
'How can I forget her photo-shoot. I will not stop her. Pity, I can't have a longer breakfast with her.' Tom thought, smiling at Evgenia.
"20 points from Gryffindor." Tom said without a complaint, waving his hand – Evgenia didn't notice Alphard and Tom exchanging a furtive glance.
"I DID warn you, Dolohov… you've crossed my line of patience." Tom said icily.
"I'm not scared of you, Riddle." Andrej spat back.
Evgenia was already at the breakfast table, enjoying her coffee.
TRTRTR
The assistant of the photographer of Witch's Weekly's Whitening Toothpaste was really friendly to Evgenia and so was the make-up artist.
Her teeth were already white enough and she was currently sitting on a chair, having her make-up done, while he chatted happily about Great Britain.
"It's not like in Russia where you always drink vodka – when you are planning on going out to a bar, try out the Gin tonic – our national drink." Charles was telling her excitedly.
The make-up-artist, rolled her eyes, straightening Evgenia's hair, making it shinier and straighter. "Why don't you just ask her out? It's obvious anyway." she chuckled.
Charles shot a glare at her and she chuckled. Evgenia couldn't even suppress a smile herself.
After the make-up-artist was done, putting make-up, powder, rouge, a light eye-make-up and mascara she applied a lipstick, full and pink, making Evgenia's teeth even whiter.
"Wow." Evgenia said smiling. The lipstick did really look beautiful. "Where is my photo-partner?" she asked turning around.
"He should be here soon. He also needs his make-up done. We also took someone from Russia." Charles told her sourly.
Evgenia was about to nod her head, when she stopped midway. In the doorway, in all his beauty and gracefulness stood a person she vowed never to see again. The person who broke her heart. The person who was still starring vividly in her dreams. The person she thought of before she went to bed, or after she got up in the morning.
"Igor." Evgenia said breathlessly, immediately slapping herself mentally for that mistake. She knew better than to let emotions get to her like that.
"Anastasia." Igor said, almost as surprised as her.
"You two know each other?" Charles asked, raising an eyebrow quizzically.
"As a matter of fact, we do." Igor said, not meeting Evgenia's eye.
"Igor, let me do your make-up." the make-up-artist trilled.
"Sure." Igor said nonchalantly, sitting down on his chair.
Evgenia stepped outside. She was wearing a white blouse and a skirt. It didn't look too spectacular, but the focus was on her lips and on her teeth anyway.
She couldn't believe it. What was her ex doing here? They used to model together, sometimes. She should have known.
"Let's get started then!" the photographer said loudly, shaking Evgenia out of her reveree. She looked at Igor who was standing there looking like a movie-star. He was wearing a black suite with a white shirt underneath and a grey tie. His hair was gelled slightly to the side.
Evgenia gulped, nodding slowly.
TRTRTR
Tom, Abraxas, Alphard, Cygnus, Crabbe, Zabini, Parkinson, Goyle and Eileen were huddled in a corner, talking in low voices. Their main topic, was, Andrej.
None of them did really like Andrej. He was a pain in the ass. But this was not why they were gathered. Tom had called an emergency meeting, and of course, no one had the wish to disobey, all knowing that the consequences were less than pleasant.
"You must be kidding, Tom. This cannot be so serious. She is just a mere girl. You have never been interested in girls!" Abraxas was desperate. "You do as I tell you." Tom snarled. "Relax, Okay, I will ask Sarah out. Although she will kill me." Abraxas was bad-tempered.
"Although you know our bet! I'm still hitting on that girl!" Abraxas said determinedly.
"We'll see, we'll see." Tom's smile was smug. He had the perfect plan. Abraxas had to focus on asking out Sarah and Andrej being so angry that he was starting a fight – giving Tom and the others a reason to fight back. And it took Abraxa's mind off Evgenia – Tom would have clear path. However, he was unsure. What was she DOING today at the photo-shoot? He sincerely hoped that everything was alright with her.
TRTRTR
"Smile a bit more." the photographer encouraged Igor and Evgenia who had already been smiling for half an hour. "Perfect. Now to the last part… the kiss…" the photographer said, while Evgenia tried her best not to blush.
Igor smiled offhandedly at his ex, while repositioning himself. He was completely at ease and Evgenia hated him for that.
"Now – start!" the photographer said and Evgenia and Igor looked each other in the eyes, then inched closer, closed their eyes and then – they kissed. It was unlike any kiss, Evgenia had ever experienced with Igor before. The kiss was sweet, gentle and just a friendly kiss. No emotions and no sparks were flying.
Wow. She never thought that.
"Very good. One more please." the photographer said. The second kiss was even easier than the first. It was just a normal feeling, no sparks, nothing. Instead, a tall young man, with pale skin, black hair and mysterious eyes, swam before Evgenia's eyes…
"That was perfect. Congratulations. Now, let's have a bite. You are invited to Vanola-restaurant, a beautiful vegetarian restaurant, just around the corner. It is muggle, but who cares…" the photographer waved his hand and laughed loudly.
Igor's face crumpled. He hated the idea of dining in a muggle-place.
"Behave yourself!" Evgenia hissed quietly. She knew his tantrums only too well.
Igor looked at her sceptically and then sighed defeated. Evgenia was right anyway – as usual.
TRTRTR
After the feast, Evgenia was back at Hogwarts, still thinking about Igor and Tom. They were so different… but she loved Igor… didn't she still? Or did that mean, that she was completely over him?
She was lying on the sofa in the Slytherin-common-room not noticing, how ow howhowit was being filled by the students since classes had just ended.
"Heya there. How was your photo-shoot?" a voice asked that she immediately recognized. She looked into the eyes of Tom and felt her heart flutter and something like lively snakes in her stomache.
"It was great. They'll send me the magazine, when I'm in it. How were classes today?"
"Okay. Do you want me to lend you the books?" Tom asked, his pale cheeks unusually flushed.
"That would be great." Evgenia breathed.
She had to stop flirting with him, stop being embarrassed by him. If she really wanted him, then she had to play the ice queen. Flirt with someone else. Ignore him. Don't even look at him. For two days. Then be a warm-hearted angel again. For one day. Ignore him for two days…. she knew the pattern all too well.
Tom smiled a dazzling smile at her and Evgenia had to catch her breath. Could she really stick to that old Russian rule?
To her delight, another voice turned up. Abraxas'. He was the perfect victim.
"Evgenia. How are you? How did your photo-shoot go?" Abraxas asked in an overly-cheery voice, ignoring Tom completely.
"It was lovely. I can't wait to see the pictures – AND receive my money of course." Evgenia grinned. Abraxas laughed with her. 'That's the girl for me.' he thought fondly.
"What would you say? Wanna go down to dinner?" Abraxas asked, offering his arm.
"That would be fantastic, since I –" but she was stopped by Tom's angry growl.
"Abraxas, didn't we want to talk about our agenda for tomorrow?" Tom asked pointedly.
Abraxas' face fell considerably. "Okay…" he growled through his teeth. He knew (and evgenia knew as well) that tom had only said that to lure him away from her. How unfair!
Evgenia was used to playing dirty. How else had she gotten Igor? He was the most popular and handsome student in their year. "That's really pity, Abraxas. I would have loved to have dinner with you and tell you all about the shooting!" Evgenia said in a fake sad voice.
Neither Tom nor Abraxas noticed the fake.
"Oh really?" Abraxas, for a moment completely thrown.
Tom looked up interested. That couldn't be true, could it? Had that git already influenced her THAT badly?
"Look, I'd say, we'll meet up later, for an ice-cream at the kitchens, okay?" Abraxas winked suggestively at Evgenia.
"I can't wait!" Evgenia said, happily jumping up from the sofa.
Abraxas and Tom looked at each other with hate, not noticing Eileen embracing Evgenia and leading her to dinner.