I entered the Great Hall mid-breakfast with Vincent and Gregory's
massive presence on either side. With a casual scan of the Gryffindor
table, I quickly found my red-headed quarry. Really that red hair is damn
convenient in a crowd, I silently mused. As if sensing something, the
object of my pursuit tensed, attention snapping away from Potter. Emerald
eyes shrouded by locks of red secured onto mine; first confused, than
accusing. A flash of guilt stroked down my spine as I thought of the pain
I would soon see reflected in those verdant depths. Mentally shaking
myself from my reverie, I deliberately swiped my tongue across my lips in a
distinctively predatorial manner. Bright red swiftly stained his cheeks as
he cast his eyes away in obvious discomfort. The combination of both was
so charming, I felt a bemused smile begin to overtake my mouth. Rapidly I
transformed it into a knowing smirk and strode to the Slytherin table.
No sooner had I settled into my usual seat than a deep bass sounded:
"May I sit?"
Looking into the opaque eyes, I gave a regal nod and dismissed Vincent from my side with a slight flick of the wrist. Carlos Jaggers, seventh year Slytherin, settled into the recently occupied seat.
"Well?" He questioned bluntly.
"Well?" I countered with a nonchalant air, leisurely sipping at my drink.
"Well did you do him or not?"
With an irritated sigh I put my glass down and turned to give him my full attention.
"I already cited the futility of a quick fuck to you. The only way to possess Weasly completely, to possess anyone, is to control his heart. Once that is obtained, it is only a matter of time before they would betray anything to have that love reciprocated. Besides," I continued while lifting my glass to my lips, eyes perusing the red head talking animatedly to Potter. "Such tasks must be done delicately"
" 'Delicate' or not, you still have a deadline."
Impatiently slamming the glass down, I turned sharp eyes to his.
"Don't you think I understand that, fool? This isn't a simple matter of reciting a curse. It's more complex and infinitely more effective. A curse he might shake off under the circumstances, but love?" I gave a bitter laugh. "Love is painfully lasting."
"Just remember what the objective is," he warned, rising to his feet. Leaning his bulky body over me, I could smell his acidic stench as he put his lips to my ear and breathed a last reminder: "Break his heart."
With that, he was gone from my side. Looking once more to Weasley, I raised my glass to him before muttering darkly.
"Oh, I intend to."
Then, after tossing back the remainder of the liquid, I slammed the glass down, collected my books and headed to my first class of the day with Vincent and Gregory hastily lumbering after.
***
"Are you sure your okay?" Harry whispered over McGonagall's lesson for what had to be the sixth time in ten minutes.
"I'm fine!" I hissed back with an impatient roll of my eyes.
"You just acted really odd this morning at breakfast, blushing like that. I can tell you're not telling me something."
A light started to dawn in his eyes.
"This doesn't have to do with that owl you were sent yesterday? The one telling you to go to Hagrid's hut, does it?"
"No!" I protested, slightly louder than I intended, receiving an admonishing glare from Hermione who was furiously transcribing every word McGonagall was preaching.
"No." I repeated, in a softer tone, this time.
"Do you have a girlfriend your not telling me about?"
"No!" I protested as vehemently as I could without raising my voice too loudly, casting a quick look to Hermione.
"… 'Cause if you do have a girlfriend, I should be the first person you tell, I mean—"
"I DO NOT HAVE A GIRLFRIEND!" I ground out with an exasperated yell.
There was a large, complete silence after my outburst as everyone swiveled their heads to look in my direction. Then, explosive giggles sounded off as my face heated into a spectacular blush.
"Although that declaration was most life-altering, Mr.Weasley, ten points from Gryffindor for talking during class."
"Sorry, Professor McGonagall" I muttered, ducking my head from her penetrating glare.
Harry was still looking as if he wanted to continue his interrogation, but the threat of getting us into further trouble held his tongue in check. His tongue… the thought brought memories of the previous night sweeping to mind.
"I've seen you pine after Potter often enough, I doubt you should be adverse to the idea."
'Pine after Potter,' indeed. We're just friends. Just friends. …And if sometimes, in the middle of the night, I slip out of bed to make sure he's not having those nightmares, again, it's just because I'm concerned. A concerned friend. And so what if sometimes I have dreams of holding him after last year's notorious TriWizard Tournament, when he looked so broken. It's because as a friend I want to comfort him. And if… No, no, he can't be right. Draco Malfoy cannot be right. It's all a fallacy! Casting a slightly panicked look to Harry, my eyes caught him just as he began to chew at his quill thoughtfully. The sight brought my full concentration to his lips. His lips… as I slowly transformed last night's kiss with Malfoy into one with his lips. Well, when one thought about the kiss like that it really wasn't all that bad. If it was Harry, not Malfoy doing the kissing…
"OH, BLOODY HELL!" I shouted in a rankled epiphany.
"MR. WEASLEY!" admonished McGonagall in an exasperated yell. "Another ten points for that most inappropriate outburst and an hour of detention! See me in my office directly after dinner."
Mortified, I covered my now-scarlet face in my hands. The only thing keeping me from shriveling in humiliation was the knowledge that I had absolutely no classes today with Draco Malfoy.
No sooner had I settled into my usual seat than a deep bass sounded:
"May I sit?"
Looking into the opaque eyes, I gave a regal nod and dismissed Vincent from my side with a slight flick of the wrist. Carlos Jaggers, seventh year Slytherin, settled into the recently occupied seat.
"Well?" He questioned bluntly.
"Well?" I countered with a nonchalant air, leisurely sipping at my drink.
"Well did you do him or not?"
With an irritated sigh I put my glass down and turned to give him my full attention.
"I already cited the futility of a quick fuck to you. The only way to possess Weasly completely, to possess anyone, is to control his heart. Once that is obtained, it is only a matter of time before they would betray anything to have that love reciprocated. Besides," I continued while lifting my glass to my lips, eyes perusing the red head talking animatedly to Potter. "Such tasks must be done delicately"
" 'Delicate' or not, you still have a deadline."
Impatiently slamming the glass down, I turned sharp eyes to his.
"Don't you think I understand that, fool? This isn't a simple matter of reciting a curse. It's more complex and infinitely more effective. A curse he might shake off under the circumstances, but love?" I gave a bitter laugh. "Love is painfully lasting."
"Just remember what the objective is," he warned, rising to his feet. Leaning his bulky body over me, I could smell his acidic stench as he put his lips to my ear and breathed a last reminder: "Break his heart."
With that, he was gone from my side. Looking once more to Weasley, I raised my glass to him before muttering darkly.
"Oh, I intend to."
Then, after tossing back the remainder of the liquid, I slammed the glass down, collected my books and headed to my first class of the day with Vincent and Gregory hastily lumbering after.
***
"Are you sure your okay?" Harry whispered over McGonagall's lesson for what had to be the sixth time in ten minutes.
"I'm fine!" I hissed back with an impatient roll of my eyes.
"You just acted really odd this morning at breakfast, blushing like that. I can tell you're not telling me something."
A light started to dawn in his eyes.
"This doesn't have to do with that owl you were sent yesterday? The one telling you to go to Hagrid's hut, does it?"
"No!" I protested, slightly louder than I intended, receiving an admonishing glare from Hermione who was furiously transcribing every word McGonagall was preaching.
"No." I repeated, in a softer tone, this time.
"Do you have a girlfriend your not telling me about?"
"No!" I protested as vehemently as I could without raising my voice too loudly, casting a quick look to Hermione.
"… 'Cause if you do have a girlfriend, I should be the first person you tell, I mean—"
"I DO NOT HAVE A GIRLFRIEND!" I ground out with an exasperated yell.
There was a large, complete silence after my outburst as everyone swiveled their heads to look in my direction. Then, explosive giggles sounded off as my face heated into a spectacular blush.
"Although that declaration was most life-altering, Mr.Weasley, ten points from Gryffindor for talking during class."
"Sorry, Professor McGonagall" I muttered, ducking my head from her penetrating glare.
Harry was still looking as if he wanted to continue his interrogation, but the threat of getting us into further trouble held his tongue in check. His tongue… the thought brought memories of the previous night sweeping to mind.
"I've seen you pine after Potter often enough, I doubt you should be adverse to the idea."
'Pine after Potter,' indeed. We're just friends. Just friends. …And if sometimes, in the middle of the night, I slip out of bed to make sure he's not having those nightmares, again, it's just because I'm concerned. A concerned friend. And so what if sometimes I have dreams of holding him after last year's notorious TriWizard Tournament, when he looked so broken. It's because as a friend I want to comfort him. And if… No, no, he can't be right. Draco Malfoy cannot be right. It's all a fallacy! Casting a slightly panicked look to Harry, my eyes caught him just as he began to chew at his quill thoughtfully. The sight brought my full concentration to his lips. His lips… as I slowly transformed last night's kiss with Malfoy into one with his lips. Well, when one thought about the kiss like that it really wasn't all that bad. If it was Harry, not Malfoy doing the kissing…
"OH, BLOODY HELL!" I shouted in a rankled epiphany.
"MR. WEASLEY!" admonished McGonagall in an exasperated yell. "Another ten points for that most inappropriate outburst and an hour of detention! See me in my office directly after dinner."
Mortified, I covered my now-scarlet face in my hands. The only thing keeping me from shriveling in humiliation was the knowledge that I had absolutely no classes today with Draco Malfoy.