"Ugh!" Lydia, ever the dramatic, exclaimed as she pretended to faint on to her betroth's bed, falling onto his lap. Blaise was doing extra study so Lydia and Draco had the fourth year boys dormitory to themselves. Lydia refused to give Draco any weed until they talked about what happened with him and Blaise, though she would never let Draco know, she claimed that he "shipment" hadn't come in yet, Merlin, Draco was so oblivious about muggle drugs.
"How did we hang out before we had drugs?" Draco asked just as bored Lydia.
"We didn't," the red head responded shortly.
"Let's talk," she continued.
"Uh-oh, am I in trouble?" he asked sarcastically.
Lydia rolled her eyes, "no, it's just Harry and I broke up you know and I don't know with that Yule Ball thing? Maybe I'm just feeling lonely." Truth was Lydia felt great since she and Harry broke up, it wasn't like Harry was keeping her back from anything but at the same time she felt freer. "What about you? Has anyone caught your eye?" Maybe she wasn't being discrete, there was a good reason why she wasn't in Slytherin, but at that moment she didn't care, she just needed to know how he really felt about Blaise.
Lydia knew about how most pure-blood families felt about homosexuality, she wanted to be there for her friend but somehow she felt as though he wouldn't let her. Merlin knows how long it took him to open up to her about Lucius, she couldn't really blame him for keeping her from the dirty family secrets, it wasn't a shock either, she was born into a pure-blood family after all. "No!" Draco answered far too fast and angry for Lydia to believe him, she quirked up her eyebrow with a doubtful look on her face.
"Draco, come on, it's not like I'm going to tell anyone that you're in love with," Lydia had to come up with a name quickly that wasn't Blaise but also a name that would elicit a rogue reaction and something he couldn't run with, "Pansy Parkinson," yep, that did the trick.
"Are you mad?! Pansy Parkinson! I wouldn't even shake hands with that snout-nosed gold digging bitch for all the galleons in that world!"
"It's not nice to comment on people's looks, Drac," Lydia teased knowing he hated the nickname that Lydia would often lengthen to become "Dracula", "Drac" is what Parkinson called him, it made Lydia want to throw up.
"I don't care about 'nice' Lasanderia, I don't like her, I like Blaise!" And there it was. Draco stopped himself from saying anymore, he looked mortified.
"I knew it!" "Please, please Lydia you can't tell anyone." Draco pleaded.
"Who am I going to tell? Monco? Yeah didn't think so. I think you should talk to him about it." She urged.
"He told you didn't he?"
"...Maybe, but, you guys should still talk about it together. Please." Pleading came back to her eyes.
"You aren't really out of weed are you?"
"No." Lydia sighed, pulled a joint out of her pocket and passed it to her cousin.
"Well I spilled my heart out to you, I know you aren't really upset over Potter, you just said that to get on the topic but I know the truth, you have a crush, come on, who is it?" He pointed and teased her after he had taken a puff of the blunt between his fingers, passing it to Lydia, she took a hit and passed it back.
"I do not." She stated simply, it was harder to control her hair when she was high and that's what gave her away, her stupid almost vibrant pink hair, it wouldn't be that bad if Draco didn't know the person, it wouldn't be that bad if Draco had actually been friends with her crush, even though his reason for hating him was idiotic, Draco was still one of her closest friends.
"Oh my Merlin! It's someone I know!"
"No," Lydia really needed to get better at lying while high.
"Is he in our year?" Draco was getting excited.
Lydia sighed knowing she wouldn't win this round. "No."
"So he's older?"
"Yes." Lydia hated being interrogated, she'd rather be the one doing the interrogation.
"How much older?"
"Enough to where he wouldn't like me."
"Oh my god you had a crush on a professor!"
"What?" Yeah that wasn't happening, that was absolutely disgusting, a person who is supposed to be like a parent while they're away from home? Absolutely not.
"Yeah didn't think so…" Lydia rolled her eyes.
"So older, seventh year?"
"Bit younger"
"Sixth year?"
"Maybe..."
"What sixth year?"
"That's for you to find out, I need to go now!" Lydia kissed his cheek and left out the room.
"We aren't done with this conversation!" Draco yelled out.
"Okay," Lydia sang mockingly as she left.
As Lydia went back up to the Gryffindor common room she was stopped by a Beauxbaton boy seemingly around Lydia's age. "Ecuze me," the boy had dirty blond hair, a thick French accent, he was lanky, had an adorably shy smile, and freckles, oh Merlin were his freckles cute, wait what? No be intimidating, Lydia's thoughts overcame her. "Yes?" Lydia asked, she knew this boy from some of her classes. He would occasionally glance at her during potions and care of magical creatures, he answered questions correctly and never talked during lessons which made him even more attractive, wait attractive? No. No. No. Get your head on straight Lydia! Mentally cursing herself the boy across from her started speaking. "You will need tue ecuze me for my bad Englesh," Lydia cut him off, "ne vous excusez pas, mon père m'a appris le français, serait-il plus facile de continuer notre conversation de cette façon?" (do not apologize, my father taught me french, would it be easier to continue our conversation this way?) The boy looked amazed and that just add- no stop that thinking.
"Oui, seulement si vous en êtes sûr?" (Yes, only if you are sure?)
"Je suis sûr." (I'm sure) Lydia had a closed lip smile playing on her lips, why was she smiling to a complete stranger? This has to be some sort of magic, right?
"Je suis Remy DeRose, Je vous ai vu tourner et vous semblez incroyablement intelligent et doux et je me demandais si, eh bien, il y a un endroit appelé Pré-au-Lard dont votre école nous a informés et je me demandais si vous aimeriez venir avec moi?" (I'm Remy DeRose, I have seen you round and you seem incredibly smart and sweet and I was wondering if, well, there is a place called Hogsmeade that your school informed us about and I was wondering if you would like to come with me?)
Is he asking me out? What do I do? "Cela semble incroyable, j'ai promis à ma meilleure amie que j'irais avec elle pour un truc de type surprise d'anniversaire pour moi. Elle m'a dit que je pouvais inviter tous ceux que je voulais mais ensuite je dois déjeuner avec la famille de mon cousin et autant que j'aimerais que vous veniez, ils sont très intimidants et je ne veux pas que vous ayez peur parce que tu as l'air incroyable et tu es vraiment mignon et Merlin je me promène, et j'aimerais passer toute la journée avec toi et, la barbe de Merlin, je ne peux pas m'arrêter de parler, tu veux aller dans les cuisines avec moi maintenant?" (That sounds amazing, I promised my best friend I would go with her for a birthday surprise type thing for me. She told me I could invite anyone I want but then I have to have lunch with my cousin's family and as much as I'd love for you to come along, they are very intimidating and I don't want you to be scared off because you seem amazing and you're really cute and Merlin I'm rambling, and I would love to spend the whole day with you and, Merlin's beard, I can't stop talking do you want to go to the kitchens with me now?) Yeah she's in way too deep now.
"Les cuisines? Je n'ai jamais vu la cuisine, ce n'était pas en tournée." (The kitchens? I've never seen the kitchen, that wasn't on the tour.)
"Peu le savent." (Not many know about it.) Oh Merlin her hair was turning pink.
"Vos cheveux," (your hair) Remy pointed out.
Well, here goes nothing, "Oui, je suis un métamorphosage. Bonjour, je n'ai même pas dit mon nom, Merlin, je suis un bordel." (Yes, I'm a metamorphmagus. Hello, I didn't even say my name, Merlin, I'm a mess.) Remy lifted his hand to put a strand of hair behind her hair, Lydia did her best not to flinch, for some reason, she trusted this boy.
"Je pense que c'est mignon," (I think it's cute,) Shit her hair was full on pink now.
"Je suis Lydia Lupin-Black" (I'm Lydia Lupin-Black) Lydia finally introduced herself.
"Attends, Black? Comme dans Sirius Black? Comme dans le meurtrier qui a été acquitté?" (Wait, Black? As in Sirius Black? As in the murderer that got acquitted?)
"Ouais ... c'est mon père..." (Yeah...he's my father…) Well, there goes any chance of ever going on a date. "Ce n'est pas, tu sais, ce n'est pas un meurtrier." (He's not, you know, he's not a murderer) Lydia would defend her father until her death even if she had to pass up on certain teenage things.
"Ma mère a eu un débat très animé à ce sujet avec ma maman." (My mother had a very heated debate about it with my mama.) That stopped Lydia. Were his parents gay?
"Bien, qu'en pensez-vous?" (Well, what do you think?) As long as he was fine with her father, that would be fine, right?
"Je pense qu'il est innocent, je pense que quelqu'un de très fiable vient de me dire qu'il n'est pas un meurtrier" (I think he's innocent, I think that someone very trustworthy just told me that he isn't a murderer)
"Digne de confiance? Tu me connais à peine." (Trustworthy? You barely know me.) Lydia laughed.
"J'ai juste une bonne impression, maintenant tu m'as promis un voyage à la cuisine?" (I just have a good feeling, now you promised me a trip to the kitchen?) Remy held out his hand Lydia happily took it, their fingers intertwined as she led the way.
A/N: I will still be posting updates on here but I'm going to edit this fic a bit more and posting this on Archive of our own as well! Also would y'all prefer the original langues and then the translated or just the English in bold or italics or something like that. Also I used google translate, I was going to ask my friend who was fluent in French but then that didn't happen because I was scared to embarrass myself. I know she wouldn't care but... I'm sorry. Also I know this story can seem kind of thrown together but I had a general lay out of what is going to happen. Thank you so much!