Chapter Twenty Five

November 1st

Lorcan ran his fingers over the glistening ring pierced through the right of his bottom lip, his shimmering silver eyes focused on the corridor that lead to the female dorms, his tall slender figure resting against the back of one of the ebony leather sofas. His ankles were crossed over one another as he ran a hand through his wispy pale mop that crashed about his collar bone unevenly.

"Good morning." Mackenzie hissed as she emerged from the shadowy passage.

Lorcan's breath caught in his throat as he gawked at her, her Slytherin robes fluttering about her finely defined figure, framing her alluring curves perfectly. Her fair skin remained as impeccable as always, without a single scar or blemish in sight, free of all enhancements. Her slanted bangs were pinned out of her large mocha-coloured eyes with an intricate silver clip, the remainder of her dark chocolate tangles bouncing about her shoulder in a waterfall of beautiful curls. Lorcan quickly averted his gaze from her stunning beauty, gulping down the gargantuan lump that was forming in his oesophagus nervously.

"Hello Mackenzie..." He mumbled fixating his eyes on the skull of a serpent that perched nailed to the wall at his left.

"What did you do to Tuesday to piss her off?" She snapped with a tone of warning whilst folding her arms over her well-developed chest.

"It is none of your business," He snorted in aggravation as a sour taste gathered at the back of his throat, "Why don't you just run on back to your precious Aiden?"

"Lorcan..." She blurted in shock at his hateful tone before her features contorted with fury, "You know what, you can stuff it, no wonder Tuesday was so upset. You are such a git."

She pushed passed him, knocking her shoulder into his side angrily before storming from the common room, scowling darkly. Lorcan sighed to himself in distress, glancing over his shoulder at the corridor towards the dining hall that Mackenzie had stormed down mournfully. He would have to apologise later though, right now he had to wait for Tuesday.

As if she had heard his thought, Tuesday emerged from the female dormitories, her amethyst eyes glancing towards Lorcan briefly before returning to the ground beneath her feet.

"Tuesday..." He hissed as she brushed passed him silently.

She folded her arms over her curved torso, sweeping from the Slytherin dungeons with Lorcan at her heels attempting to get her attention.

"Tuesday, please don't just stand there and ignore me!" He begged as she rolled her sparkling eyes, "I am sorry for what I did... I was just... Surprised... I mean..."

"It's fine." She replied softly, her heart-shaped porcelain face glancing up at him before staring straight ahead, "I have already forgiven you, you twit."

A grin broke over Lorcan's shapely lips as he trotted to Tuesday's side, walking alongside her with a gleeful atmosphere bouncing about him.

"Thank you, for forgiving me." He replied as she shook her head of short, uneven ebony tumbles.

"It's fine; you are my best friend regardless of everything..." She smiled gently before continuing, "It wasn't you that I was mad at anyway... It was Albus... And those bloody Slytherin twats who put his name in the bleeding goblet."

"I may... Dislike Potter," Lorcan soothed before draping his arm over Tuesday's slender shoulders, "But he is a competent wizard and he will be okay... His father survived the Tournament as a mere fourth year. Try not to worry too much."

"Thanks," She replied gently, nudging Lorcan with her elbow playfully, "I know you may not mean that, but thank you for trying."

"How are things going with Mackenzie?" Tuesday added, glancing up at Lorcan curiously, "I am sorry for what I said yesterday."

"As I said, I know you didn't mean it... But I snapped at Mackenzie before you came into the common room..." Lorcan said shamefully, "I guess I will have to find her at breakfast to apologise.

"Why did you snap at her?" She raised an eyebrow inquisitively.

"No reason really... I was just irritated... It's not really worth talking about."

"I'm sure Mackenzie wasn't that mad anyway, she's not really an angry person." Tuesday grinned before Lorcan nodded gently in agreement.

She rested her head against Lorcan's ribs, his height towering far above hers as the pair walked towards the dining hall. Suddenly, Tuesday's lavender orbs widened to the size of dinner plates as her curvaceous figure halted in its tracks.

"What's wrong-" Tuesday clasped a hand tightly over Lorcan's mouth before dragging him into the shadows of the curving corridor.

She waved her free hand before Lorcan's ashen eyes before gesturing towards a couple that stood further down the hall from them. He raised an eyebrow in confusion as he followed her hand to see the couple entangled about one another. A Slytherin boy stood with his back to them, his hands roaming the tall, willowy figure of Dominique Weasley, the Beauxbatons champion. Lorcan rolled his eyes at the cringe-worthy display of affection before the pair whipped around, revealing the male's identity.

Lorcan choked on his saliva as he saw Dominique wrapped around Aiden's tall lanky figure, his arms wrapped around her back to clasp her to him. His kisses trailed down the nape of her neck, his defining features coming into full view as the candlelight of the hallway poured over his pointed face, framing his high cheekbones. His pallid skin was illuminated in the light as the seventh year female ran her hands through his golden locks that wisped about chaotically.

"I cannot believe..." Tuesday gawked, slowly removing her hand from Lorcan's mouth as he stared in disbelief.

"I know..." He blurted as joy electrified through his veins.

He hadn't imagined Aiden that day at Hogsmeade.

"What are we going to say to Mackenzie...?" Tuesday's enquiry suddenly made Lorcan's heart sink within his chest.

His nerves fell numb as he could already imagine his beloved's beautiful features stained with tears of utter sorrow because of what he would tell her.

"I... I can't tell her... What will she say? We can't hurt her like that..." He choked nervously.

"Are you crazy?" Tuesday snapped, "We can't just not tell her, I will do it if you can't..."

"No... I will tell her... Just... Give me some time..."