Like a Pet 9
I clutched my pillow and pulled it closer as I woke up. I want to go back to bed. I don't want to wake up. I don't want to go on my date. Yes, it was Saturday and Sirius was forcing me onto my date.
"Michelle! It's time for you to wake up!" He yelled. I groaned. Oliver owled me yesterday and asked me to meet him at the Three Broomsticks for lunch. We were going to Hogsmeade for the day. I dragged myself out of my bed. After my shower I searched through my closet for my purple dress robes, my only one suitable for a date. I slipped a big T-shirt over my head and pulled on a pair of cloth shorts on and went downstairs.
"Sirius? Have you seen my purple robes?" I asked, searching through my laundry basket.
"Yeah. I'm working on them." I walked into the living room and saw him with my robes. He had a sewing kit next to him.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm fixing them."
"How did they need fixed?" He held them up for me to see. They were alot shorter, and had a light purple trim at the bottom. I took the robes in my hands and looked at them, astonished.
"You did this?"
"Yes."
"Why? How?"
"Don't you like them?"
"I love them!"
"I knew you would." He grinned. "I had to learn how to sew in my Hogwarts years. After every full moon Remus' robes would be torn and stuff, and he didn't have enough money to buy new ones all the time."
"Thank you so much!" I wrapped my arms around his shoulders as I sat down on the couch. I didn't let go for awhile, until I realized what I was doing. I let go of him and quickly stood back up. "Well...I...better get ready."
"Uh...yeah." He kept his eyes on me as I blushed. I ran up the steps and into my room. How could I do that? I hugged him. I think I need another shower to cool down. Or maybe I should do pushups. I looked at my clock and only then realized at had 20 minutes to get ready.
I walked down the stairs, trying not to trip down them. I was wearing 3 inch heels. They weren't all that comfortable, and they suck at walking down stairs in. I think I'm going to take sneakers for when we walk around Hogsmeade. I pulled down at my robes nervously.
"What time is it Sirius?" I yelled.
"Almost noon. You got five minutes until you have to go." I walked into the living room. He looked up from the book he was reading and looked at me, his lips slightly apart.
"You look...great!" He closed the book and walked towards me. "Let me have a look at you." I twirled around, but with those stinking heels on, I turned my ankle and fell. He caught me before I hit the ground.
"Are you alright?" He picked me up and put me on the couch.
"Yes, but I won't be able to go on my date." He smirked at me.
"You're still going."
"I can't walk." I looked down and saw what he meant. His hand was on my ankle, and I didn't pretend to be in pain. He squeezed it and got off the couch.
"You're going. And you better get going before you're late."
"You know I hate you." He grinned and patted my head.
"I know you love me." He turned away and I looked at him with wide eyes. He was probably just talking figuratively. I got off the couch and grabbed my wand to go to Hogsmeade.
"Michelle, you came!" Oliver said happily, as I walked through the door. He eyed my dress. "You look beautiful." I blushed and sat down at the table he was sitting at.
"Thank you. You look great too." He was wearing black pants and a red shirt. Rosmerta came over to our table and took our orders.
"What have you been doing since we've graduated?" He asked when she came back with our drinks.
"I got a job as the Ministers assistant the day after, and have been in misery since. Then I got fired and got a job at the Daily Prophet. After that my dog was being over active and I ran into you. What have you been doing? Did you get the job with a Quidditch team?"
"Yeah I'm on Puddlemere United's reserve team. They say that I'm good enough to maybe be on the starting team next year."
"That's great. You were always the best player on Hogwarts team." He blushed and gave a smile.
"No I wasn't. That was Harry Potter. He was the one that won all of the games." Rosmerta came back with our food and put the plates down. The door to the Three Broomsticks opened and let in a group of laughing kids. "Speaking of Harry. Hey Potter!" He yelled, the trio turned our way and I turned red.
"Hi Oliver!" Harry said excitedly. Hermione and Ron followed him to our table. Harry and Oliver started talking about Quidditch. I talked to Hermione for a little bit, but Ron was getting impatient so they went to get butterbeer and a table. I was picking at my food for awhile, extremely bored. I like Quidditch, but only when I'm watching it, not when people are talking about it. Soon Fred and George, with Angelina, Alicia and Katie, walked in and spotted Oliver. They all pulled chairs up to our table and began talking to him too. I wasn't in the mood to eat so I sat back in my chair and crossed my arms over my lap, bobbing my foot up and down. Soon someone actually noticed I was sitting at the same table as the great Quidditch star. Fred looked at me and grinned.
"Michelle! You're looking gorgeous." Everyone at the table looked at me at the same time. Harry suddenly became embarrassed.
"I'm sorry that I intruded. I'll see you another time Oliver." He got up from the table and went back to Hermione and Ron. The rest of the Quidditch team got up from the table. Alicia bent down and whispered in my ear.
"How did you manage to get such a fine catch?" She winked at me and walked out of the Three Broomsticks with the others.
"I'm sorry Michelle. I didn't mean to ignore you like that." Oliver said politely. He didn't feel like eating either so we left.
"Can you hold on for a second?" He nodded and I put my hand on his shoulder to balance myself. I took off my heeled boots. Everyone in the street, mainly Hogwarts students, was watching as their former Head Girl was putting sneakers on while wearing dress robes that were shortened to her knees. "Okay, I'm done, thank you." He looked at my sneakers and then back up to my face, as I put my boots in my bag.
"Shall we?" He held out his arm and grinned as I took it. Maybe tonight wouldn't be as bad as I expected.
I was wrong. I slammed the door to my house and stomped through the hall. We had nothing to talk about, so Oliver took the whole night talking about Quidditch. Walking through the path to Hogwarts, under the stars and in probably the most romantic setting I would ever be in, I wanted to damage my eardrums. I stomped upstairs, pass Sirius who was coming out of the bathroom, and into my room where I slammed yet another door. I got undressed, still mad as hell, and put on the most comfortable clothes I had. Sirius came to investigate.
"Michelle? Is everything alright?" He knocked quietly and opened the door. I was lying on my bed face down. He came over and kneeled by my bed. I didn't move from my suffocating spot. He pushed the hair away from my face, and I turned to look at him.
"Are you alright?"
"No." I said in a weak voice, turning my head away from him. He got off of the floor and sat on my bed, leaning against the wall next to my bed.
"Want to tell me about it?"
"No." He made me sit up, and I leaned against him, not being able to hold up myself.
"Was it that bad?"
"Yes." I broke down and started crying, telling him everything that happened. As I talked, he stroked my hair. He was so sweet. I stopped talking long enough to grab my pillow and put it on his lap. I lie down and put my head on the pillow.
"What are you doing?"
"Your shoulder is too bony." He smiled and I started telling him about the walk on the path to Hogwarts and around the Hogwarts property.
"He is incapable of intelligent conversation. All he would do was ramble on and on about Quidditch!" I whined. He was still stroking my hair and listening attentively. I looked up at him as he looked at me with those eyes. The eyes that I could see so much in, the eyes that show me everything that he's been through, the eyes that were so caring. And the eyes that made me do the most stupid thing I could've ever done in my life.
I kissed him.
I clutched my pillow and pulled it closer as I woke up. I want to go back to bed. I don't want to wake up. I don't want to go on my date. Yes, it was Saturday and Sirius was forcing me onto my date.
"Michelle! It's time for you to wake up!" He yelled. I groaned. Oliver owled me yesterday and asked me to meet him at the Three Broomsticks for lunch. We were going to Hogsmeade for the day. I dragged myself out of my bed. After my shower I searched through my closet for my purple dress robes, my only one suitable for a date. I slipped a big T-shirt over my head and pulled on a pair of cloth shorts on and went downstairs.
"Sirius? Have you seen my purple robes?" I asked, searching through my laundry basket.
"Yeah. I'm working on them." I walked into the living room and saw him with my robes. He had a sewing kit next to him.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm fixing them."
"How did they need fixed?" He held them up for me to see. They were alot shorter, and had a light purple trim at the bottom. I took the robes in my hands and looked at them, astonished.
"You did this?"
"Yes."
"Why? How?"
"Don't you like them?"
"I love them!"
"I knew you would." He grinned. "I had to learn how to sew in my Hogwarts years. After every full moon Remus' robes would be torn and stuff, and he didn't have enough money to buy new ones all the time."
"Thank you so much!" I wrapped my arms around his shoulders as I sat down on the couch. I didn't let go for awhile, until I realized what I was doing. I let go of him and quickly stood back up. "Well...I...better get ready."
"Uh...yeah." He kept his eyes on me as I blushed. I ran up the steps and into my room. How could I do that? I hugged him. I think I need another shower to cool down. Or maybe I should do pushups. I looked at my clock and only then realized at had 20 minutes to get ready.
I walked down the stairs, trying not to trip down them. I was wearing 3 inch heels. They weren't all that comfortable, and they suck at walking down stairs in. I think I'm going to take sneakers for when we walk around Hogsmeade. I pulled down at my robes nervously.
"What time is it Sirius?" I yelled.
"Almost noon. You got five minutes until you have to go." I walked into the living room. He looked up from the book he was reading and looked at me, his lips slightly apart.
"You look...great!" He closed the book and walked towards me. "Let me have a look at you." I twirled around, but with those stinking heels on, I turned my ankle and fell. He caught me before I hit the ground.
"Are you alright?" He picked me up and put me on the couch.
"Yes, but I won't be able to go on my date." He smirked at me.
"You're still going."
"I can't walk." I looked down and saw what he meant. His hand was on my ankle, and I didn't pretend to be in pain. He squeezed it and got off the couch.
"You're going. And you better get going before you're late."
"You know I hate you." He grinned and patted my head.
"I know you love me." He turned away and I looked at him with wide eyes. He was probably just talking figuratively. I got off the couch and grabbed my wand to go to Hogsmeade.
"Michelle, you came!" Oliver said happily, as I walked through the door. He eyed my dress. "You look beautiful." I blushed and sat down at the table he was sitting at.
"Thank you. You look great too." He was wearing black pants and a red shirt. Rosmerta came over to our table and took our orders.
"What have you been doing since we've graduated?" He asked when she came back with our drinks.
"I got a job as the Ministers assistant the day after, and have been in misery since. Then I got fired and got a job at the Daily Prophet. After that my dog was being over active and I ran into you. What have you been doing? Did you get the job with a Quidditch team?"
"Yeah I'm on Puddlemere United's reserve team. They say that I'm good enough to maybe be on the starting team next year."
"That's great. You were always the best player on Hogwarts team." He blushed and gave a smile.
"No I wasn't. That was Harry Potter. He was the one that won all of the games." Rosmerta came back with our food and put the plates down. The door to the Three Broomsticks opened and let in a group of laughing kids. "Speaking of Harry. Hey Potter!" He yelled, the trio turned our way and I turned red.
"Hi Oliver!" Harry said excitedly. Hermione and Ron followed him to our table. Harry and Oliver started talking about Quidditch. I talked to Hermione for a little bit, but Ron was getting impatient so they went to get butterbeer and a table. I was picking at my food for awhile, extremely bored. I like Quidditch, but only when I'm watching it, not when people are talking about it. Soon Fred and George, with Angelina, Alicia and Katie, walked in and spotted Oliver. They all pulled chairs up to our table and began talking to him too. I wasn't in the mood to eat so I sat back in my chair and crossed my arms over my lap, bobbing my foot up and down. Soon someone actually noticed I was sitting at the same table as the great Quidditch star. Fred looked at me and grinned.
"Michelle! You're looking gorgeous." Everyone at the table looked at me at the same time. Harry suddenly became embarrassed.
"I'm sorry that I intruded. I'll see you another time Oliver." He got up from the table and went back to Hermione and Ron. The rest of the Quidditch team got up from the table. Alicia bent down and whispered in my ear.
"How did you manage to get such a fine catch?" She winked at me and walked out of the Three Broomsticks with the others.
"I'm sorry Michelle. I didn't mean to ignore you like that." Oliver said politely. He didn't feel like eating either so we left.
"Can you hold on for a second?" He nodded and I put my hand on his shoulder to balance myself. I took off my heeled boots. Everyone in the street, mainly Hogwarts students, was watching as their former Head Girl was putting sneakers on while wearing dress robes that were shortened to her knees. "Okay, I'm done, thank you." He looked at my sneakers and then back up to my face, as I put my boots in my bag.
"Shall we?" He held out his arm and grinned as I took it. Maybe tonight wouldn't be as bad as I expected.
I was wrong. I slammed the door to my house and stomped through the hall. We had nothing to talk about, so Oliver took the whole night talking about Quidditch. Walking through the path to Hogwarts, under the stars and in probably the most romantic setting I would ever be in, I wanted to damage my eardrums. I stomped upstairs, pass Sirius who was coming out of the bathroom, and into my room where I slammed yet another door. I got undressed, still mad as hell, and put on the most comfortable clothes I had. Sirius came to investigate.
"Michelle? Is everything alright?" He knocked quietly and opened the door. I was lying on my bed face down. He came over and kneeled by my bed. I didn't move from my suffocating spot. He pushed the hair away from my face, and I turned to look at him.
"Are you alright?"
"No." I said in a weak voice, turning my head away from him. He got off of the floor and sat on my bed, leaning against the wall next to my bed.
"Want to tell me about it?"
"No." He made me sit up, and I leaned against him, not being able to hold up myself.
"Was it that bad?"
"Yes." I broke down and started crying, telling him everything that happened. As I talked, he stroked my hair. He was so sweet. I stopped talking long enough to grab my pillow and put it on his lap. I lie down and put my head on the pillow.
"What are you doing?"
"Your shoulder is too bony." He smiled and I started telling him about the walk on the path to Hogwarts and around the Hogwarts property.
"He is incapable of intelligent conversation. All he would do was ramble on and on about Quidditch!" I whined. He was still stroking my hair and listening attentively. I looked up at him as he looked at me with those eyes. The eyes that I could see so much in, the eyes that show me everything that he's been through, the eyes that were so caring. And the eyes that made me do the most stupid thing I could've ever done in my life.
I kissed him.